"Mom, why is that big sister's clothes all tattered and weird-looking?"

"Don't stare, little child. She is a bad woman! She's a monster that devours all men!"

"Ah? So that big sister is actually a monster! But she looks so beautiful..."

"Shh—let's go, let's go..."

As she spoke, the mother motioned for the little boy to be quiet and covered his eyes. She cast a wary glance at me, then quickly led the boy away.

I couldn't help but laugh and cry as I watched the retreating mother and son, feeling somewhat tearful in my heart.

They must have mistaken me for a woman of ill repute...

But it's no wonder...after all, I am still dressed like a girl. My dress on the upper body and black stockings on the lower body were torn in several places from my previous fight with the old pervert...looking very bad.

Although I don't want to admit it...such attire is indeed too stimulating for a child, and it's inevitable to evoke some bad associations.

But what can I do?

I'm desperate too!

Now I'm only wearing these clothes, I can't walk around naked, right?

You may think it's no big deal for a grown man to walk around shirtless...

However, for me as I am now...that would only lead to an even worse outcome...

You see, because of my deceased elven mother, I have half-elven blood. My appearance is somewhat girlish...and on top of that, for the past five years, the damned old pervert in the basement had forced me to grow long hair.

So now, I have waist-length, waterfall-like black hair. Combined with my somewhat pale skin from a lack of sunlight...no matter how you look at it, I'll only be seen as a pretty girl.

Although my chest is slightly flat...believe me, even if I were to take off my shirt in front of everyone...they would still only see me as a flat-chested girl.

So, now you know how awkward it would be for me to walk around shirtless, right?

Not only can't it eliminate misunderstandings...but there's no guarantee that I won't encounter some drunken molester or gangster, causing even more serious trouble.

If my annoying little sister found out about me being approached by a molester while in women's clothing...she would definitely make fun of me for a lifetime.

"Useless big brother...who would have thought you'd be such a provocative slut attracting bees and butterflies? Hahaha..."

As I imagined the mockery from my little sister, I clenched my teeth and set my mind.

Forget it! I might as well keep wearing women's clothing, and quickly leave before any more trouble arises!

With that thought in mind, I couldn't help but clench my fist.

But...where should I go?

It seems that since my birth...I have never been more than ten miles away from home.

So where should I go?

As I pondered over this, a gentle voice called out to me:

"Eh? Isn't this Atu?"

Hearing the familiar voice, I hurriedly looked in its direction.

I saw a tall, golden-haired woman wearing a brownish-red long skirt, looking at me with a hint of surprise.

"Margaret, big sister!"

Upon seeing her, I immediately smiled.

For this was my childhood sweetheart—Margaret.

In her hand, she was carrying a basket filled with food, perhaps to visit me.

"Atu, it's really you!"

Hearing my response, big sister Margaret quickly came up to me with joy.

She looked me up and down and ran her delicate hand over the hem of my clothes and the tips of my hair.

"This is the first time I've seen you dressed like this outside the basement!"

Margaret pinched my cheeks back and forth, exclaiming:

"If I didn't know you were Atu, I might really think this is a pretty girl!"

Finishing, Margaret took her hand back, covered her lips and laughed gently:

"To be honest, seeing Atu looking so pretty even makes me a little jealous!"

"Margaret, sister..." I helplessly looked at my childhood friend, "Please, stop teasing me..."Wuuu, my heart aches!

"Hehe, I'm not being sarcastic...If only I could have skin as good as Atu's, many girls would wake up laughing in their dreams!"

"But...but I'm a man!"

I said with tears in my eyes.

"Hahaha, a man? You're obviously just a child!"

Margaret laughed and covered her face, her fair hand gently patted my shoulder repeatedly.

Ugh...being mistaken for a child is really annoying!

"Margaret, I'm already 17 years old, an adult. Aren't you also just a little older than me? And you still call me a kid..." I said while scratching my head in confusion, "By the way, you're almost 20 this year...Ouch!"

"Atu...I think you must be mistaken ~" Margaret squinted her eyes and showed a "kind" smile, and then quietly pinched the soft flesh around my waist. "I'm only 17 years old, forever 17 years old ~"

"Atu, do you understand now?"

As she spoke, Margaret increased the strength of her grip, and the smile on her face became more and more terrifying.