NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 11: Lesson learned

Mirka was not in the mood.

After all the moaning and leaf-demonstrations, she was done playing along. Especially with Fina walking around like she was queen of hygiene, smirking like Allen had taught her the secrets of the universe—or at least the secret to a squeaky-clean cooch.

"Tch... I can clean myself just fine," Mirka muttered, glaring at nothing in particular.

She stormed off toward the riverbank with a scowl and righteous determination burning in her chest.

"Water. Leaf. Wipe," she whispered, repeating the sacred teachings like a mantra.

Unfortunately, she didn't stick around for the second half of Allen's very important demonstration: the right kind of leaf.

She grabbed the biggest leaf she could find—thick, green, and suspiciously shiny. "Perfect," she said, proud of herself.

But two wipes in, she froze.

And then came the itch.

"...Huh?"

The tingling started. Then burning. Then—

"A-AHHHH! MY CROTCH IS ON FIRE!"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she dropped the leaf like it betrayed her and slapped at herself uselessly.

Back at the village center...

Allen stood in front of a group of wide-eyed villagers, holding two leaves like sacred scrolls.

"This," he said, holding up a soft, matte-green leaf, "is the good leaf. Gentle. Reliable. Won't turn your privates into spicy chaos."

He then held up the evil one—shiny, bumpy, and ever-so-slightly smug looking.

"This," he declared, "is the devil's napkin. Touch it, and your ass will itch like it made a pact with Satan."

One girl raised her hand, blinking innocently. "But... is it really that important?"

Allen sighed. "Let me show you."

"Fina."

She perked up instantly. "Yesss~?"

Allen crouched beside her. "Ass up, science time."

Fina spun and bent over like it was the most natural thing in the world, tail wiggling with enthusiasm. The villagers leaned in with fascination... and a few nosebleeds.

"So," Allen said, placing the good leaf against her. "This one feels nice, right?"

Fina moaned dramatically. "Mmmm~ like a soft cloud kissing my kitty~"

Gasps from the crowd. A few girls clutched their hearts.

"Now, the bad leaf—don't actually use it," Allen warned, holding it up for display. "But this one? Would make her scream in less fun ways."

Fina nodded solemnly. "Tried it once as a kid. Thought I was dying."

Just then— SCREAMING INCOMING.

"AAAAAALLLEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!"

Everyone turned to see Mirka stumbling down the path like a woman possessed, tears streaming down her face, her inner thighs red and puffed like angry balloons.

"I USED THE WRONG ONE! MY PUSSY'S MELTING!"

Allen paled. "Oh, no—Mirka!"

Fina snorted. "Told you she'd try to one-up me."

Allen rushed over, towel in hand and concern plastered across his face. "What did I say about shiny leaves?!"

Mirka grabbed his collar. "YOU SAID IT AFTER I LEFT!"

"Well, maybe next time—"

"FIX IT!"

"Alright, alright! Fina, bring the healing salve!"

Fina strolled over with zero urgency and a smug smile. "Say it."

Mirka blinked. "Say what?"

Fina smirked. "Say you should've stayed and listened to my hygienic booty lessons."

Mirka gritted her teeth, but the itch was winning. "...I should've stayed and listened to your dumb, slutty, booty lessons."

"Thank you!" Fina beamed, handing over the salve.

Allen applied it gently while giving the rest of the crowd a firm nod. "Let this be a lesson, folks. Use the right leaf—or your genitals will file for war crimes."

Mirka was crouched low, fuming, scratching the air like she wanted to claw the itch out of existence.

"My pussy's on fire!" she cried. "It's not even a sexy kind of burn!"

Allen stood in front of the crowd like a panicked professor teaching Sex Ed 101 to the cast of Planet of the Feral Virgins.

"I told you all not to grab random plants! Do you see this?!" He jabbed a stick in Mirka's direction. "This is what happens when you try to clean your pussy with poison ivy's aggressive cousin!"

One of the beastkin girls raised her hand. "So wait... which leaf *is* good for pussy wiping?"

Allen facepalmed. "That's what today's lesson was about! There's the softleaf plant—thick, spongey, doesn't itch or scratch your pussy off!"

Another girl whispered to her friend, "Did he say spongey pussy?"

Allen pointed at her. "No. I said spongey leaf. Please keep your ears and your lips unconfused."

Mirka was rocking side to side, eyes teary, her thighs trembling.

"Allen! I don't care if it's with your hand, your tongue, or the goddamn wind spirit—JUST MAKE THE ITCH STOP!"

Allen sighed. "Alright! But first, let me finish scaring these dumbasses into listening!"

He stepped aside dramatically. "Everyone, take a good long look at what happens when you mess up the Great Pussy Cleanse."

Mirka whimpered. "Why do you have to call it that?"

"Because pussy is the star of this village now. Your pussy has more character development than Kael."

Kael, still somewhere in the background, clutched his crotch and sobbed, "Why is everything about pussies and balls now...?"

Fina leaned against a tree, watching like she was enjoying popcorn. "Because yours got wrecked, and hers is about to get licked back to life."

Allen pointed at Fina. "Thank you for summarizing the entire plot."

Back to Mirka, Allen crouched. "Okay, I'm gonna do it. But just remember—you asked for this."

The villagers leaned in. One of the guys whispered, "Is this what humans do when someone's pussy is swollen?"

"I think it's medicine."

Allen gently prodded the swollen lips with the stick.

JIGGLE.

Mirka moaned. "Ahh—! S-Stop poking the puff-pussy!"

The crowd gasped, mesmerized.

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"It's... alive!"

Allen growled, "No, it's just angry!"

Mirka moaned again. "Aah~! It's throbbing! My poor, poor pussy...!"

He turned to the crowd, deadly serious. "And this—this is why you listen when someone teaches you about your precious pussy parts!"

One old lady clapped. "Best pussy lecture I've ever heard!"

Fina crossed her arms. "It's also the only one, Grandma."

Allen turned to Mirka. "Now, time for tongue-first-aid. If I don't come back in five minutes, assume the pussy consumed me."

The village girls squealed and screamed in excitement.

"Will ours get tongue treatment too?!"

"Only if your pussy explodes," Fina muttered. "He's selective with his licks."

Mirka bit her lip, flushed red, but nodded. "Just... just do it. This pussy's not gonna fix itself."

Allen licked his lips and leaned in, whispering like a ritual chant:

"For swollen sins and leafy lies... let the tongue cleanse what leaves defile."