Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 14 - Thank...You

She blinked again, hesitating as she tried to ignore the very obvious fact that she was hovering above a very naked, very poisoned, and very unconscious man with icy blue testicles.

"His body is poisoned..." she muttered through clenched teeth.

Still, she placed her hand on his abdomen. Mana pooled in her palm, warm and green, a soft glow spreading across his skin.

Mercy was not a healer; instead, she enhanced someone else's already possessed ability. She looked at him, poisoned by that snake since he did not possess mana, which would have resisted the poison.

He was a normal human, so her buff ability was not going to enhance his healing to the level of fighting the poison.

"I-I can't heal him..."

Yet light engulfed him.

Eyes tightly shut, she felt her jaws clench as she considered how she was going to lose him; unable to save him, just like how she wasn't able to do anything for her fleet or uncle.

'!?!'

Then—with a violent gasp, his body lurched upright.

"GAH!"

She screamed, scrambling backward and landing flat on her ass, arms flying across her chest, heart hammering.

But he didn't even look at her.

He wasn't ogling. Wasn't leering. Wasn't even speaking.

He was... chewing?

Her brows furrowed.

In his mouth—a fluffy white tail.

"Wha—"

She blinked, her head tilted.

He just sat there—dazed, half-conscious—gnawing idly on the twitching white tail like a squirrel with brain damage.

Drool dripped from the corner of his lips.

Then his gaze lifted.

And for the first time, he registered her.

The nude, furious woman kneeling opposite him—golden hair clinging to her skin, cheeks flushed, breasts barely covered by crossed arms, green light still softly glowing across her curves, catching every swell and shadow of her body like light over polished marble.

His jaw slackened. The tail slurped in like a noodle.

"....Greetings, Princess Asperia."

His gaze instinctively dropped lower.

Her thighs, the curve of her hips, the pale triangle of skin barely hidden behind her hands—he stared. Dazed. Spellbound.

Then she looked down.

At him.

At the full, tight, vein-throbbing erection between his legs, standing proud and blue-tinted from the fading poison, pulsing slightly with every shallow breath he took.

Her mouth twitched.

Her eye twitched harder.

"...Yo-you—"

He blinked, knowing his body reacted at the wrong time. "I—it's the venom—"

CRACK!

Her fist collided with his jaw.

He spun midair, slammed into the stone, and slumped with a groan—stars circling his vision.

She hissed, one hand still pressed over her bouncing chest, the other trembling from the punch.

"Pervert."

"Argh, shit my luck," he groaned, one eye twitching as he lay on his side, tongue poking at the sore spot inside his cheek. The cave ceiling spun above like a broken carousel.

With a grunt, he pushed himself up—slowly this time—rubbing his jaw with a wince.

His body ached in places he didn't know could ache, his skin still tingling faintly from the mana exposure and the punch.

"Is it my fault that you are so gorgeous?" he muttered under his breath.

'....H-he' Asperia, seated nearby, arms still tightly crossed, refusing to meet his gaze, heard his voice in the already quiet cave, glaring at him.

Her chest rose and fell with lingering fury, but her cheeks—flush with color—betrayed the turmoil within. She wasn't just angry. She was embarrassed. Flustered. Confused.

And naked.

So was he.

The silence stretched.

Finally, he stood—still rubbing his jaw—then stretched his arms over his head, vertebrae cracking, muscle lines taut and defined under the thin sheen of sweat.

He yawned like this was any other morning and not a shared waking in a secret underwater cavern while both were buck-naked with nothing around.

"Is he doing that intentionally?!" Asperia's eyes widened, locked on the way he shook his hips—casual, almost careless—while that thick, erect shaft swayed heavily from side to side, slapping against his thighs with each motion.

Her breath caught, face burning, unable to tear her gaze away from the raw, unashamed display.

She pointed at him, scowling harder. "You are naked; stop flashing yourself like that. Have some shame!"

He glanced down.

Then looked at her.

"So are you," he replied flatly. "We don't have clothes."

She flinched, color blooming again across her cheekbones.

Her eyes darted around—anywhere but at him or herself—taking in the surroundings: a narrow, echoing cavern lit by bioluminescent moss and a soft glow from above, as if a crack in the ocean's ceiling allowed light to seep in.

The floor was stone, slightly uneven, and the only sound was a quiet drip-drip-drip from the walls and the burbling of the pool at the center.

The place felt... alive. Enclosed. As if carved from the sea itself.

He walked past her, ignoring the way her breath caught as his side brushed hers, and slumped down on a rock near the edge of the cave wall.

Suddenly out of thin air, he pulled out four or five raw fish, slapped them onto the surface, and began chewing lazily on the first one.

She watched in horrified disbelief. "What... are you doing?"

He blinked up at her with deadpan eyes. "Eating."

"Raw?"

"We're underwater," he said, voice muffled slightly by the half-eaten fish in his mouth. "There's no fire. No sun. No seasoning. You want to wait for someone to deliver Royal beef?"

Her jaw opened. Closed. Then— "How can you eat them raw like this?!"

He shrugged. "You wanna starve? That pool is saltwater. And we're at the bottom of the ocean. You wanna take a swim to the surface?"

She paused.

He sighed, tossing a fish to the side. "There are some holes in the wall where freshwater drips in. It's just enough to keep from dying of thirst. Barely. I already collected some in that stone bowl."

She looked to where he gestured and saw it—a crude concave of stone filled with a few inches of water.

Then it hit her.

"You... went into the water to catch fish?"

He nodded, biting into the next one without ceremony. "Yeah. You were sleeping. I thought I'd get food before you woke up."

'!'

Her stomach clenched—not from hunger, but from guilt.

She had been asleep, warm, and curled against the stone, while he had dived into the black waters of an unknown ocean cave, risking gods-knew-what to feed them both.

She stepped closer, then paused, awkward again, arms tightening around her chest.

"I'm... sorry."

He didn't answer. Just chewed.

Then he tore a piece of flesh from the fish, held it up, and offered it to her—still not meeting her eyes.

"Eat. Or you'll get sick."

She hesitated.

Then—slowly, cheeks red—she reached out and took it.

Her fingers brushed his.

"Tch, why do women try to take advantage of a handsome man?" He shrugged his shoulder, causing the visible vein to bulge on her forehead, a clear twitch at her mouth causing her fist to tighten, but she knew...

If not for him, she would have been dead by now.

In a soft, hushed tone, she whispered, "Thank.... you."

And came his blunt, cold reply,

"You're welcome."