This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



"Nana nanaaaa…"

Night fell.

"Nana nanaaaa…"

Torches and lamps lit the outside of the cave as the last shipments for the day left.

"Nana nana! Nana! Nana nana nana! Nana nanaaaaa!"

"Alright, Miss Irina, please. I know I said spy, but you don't have to pull the pink cheetah on me."

"I am surprised you know about the Pink Cheetah, it's very old," said Irina.

Yeah well, the Eroge hadn't just ripped off one brand. Changing Starducks into Starquacks didn't seem enough of a copyright infringement, they had to involve the pink jaguar too.

"Now then," I muttered. "I guess the last of the shipments are in here for the day. But we still haven't seen anything going out. Should we try to infiltrate the place?"

"Are you sure you want to destroy it right away?" Irina asked. "I am not sure if there will be other places they are making this. And we better destroy the demand while we're at it. Oh sorry, was that too complex for you?"

"You know what? Go back to singing."

Irina tried to step on my foot again. I evaded. She did it once more and I evaded once more. In the end, she grit her teeth and looked away.

"Just infiltration," I muttered in a soft voice. "There's no need to break in."

"Like spies?"

"Of course."

"So, what can we do?"

I grinned.

***

Two men held torches as they guarded the entrance of the cave.

"Hm… Did you get your pay this month?"

"Taxes man, taxes. I almost don't want it."

"Tell me about it."

The two exchanged small talk and looked away.

It was then, that a rustling sound echoed in the grass.

"Huh?"

"You wanna check that, tax man?"

Tax man held the torch up high and walked to the woods on the sides. The leaves rustled more and more as he walked closer.

Another sound rang out as the leaves on the opposite side rustled too.

"Come back! It's a trap!"

The man rushed back toward the entrance and held the torch high. The other got ready to rush inside the cave. Just as the torch lit up the dark cave, a man's face appeared. Lit lightly by the torch, his red eyes and scar running down his neck glowed menacingly.

"Kya—"

The man, Eugene, blocked the guard's mouth and punched his throat. The guard fainted right away as the second one turned toward Eugene to break him down, but before he could, his neck was twisted from the back and he fainted too.

Irina, behind the second fainted guard, wiped off the sweat off her forehead.

"What was that!?" Eugene screamed in a whisper. "I thought you were some master strategist or something?"

"I got excited about the spy thing… and these bastards were smarter than they let on."

Eugene sighed.

"They're really guarded… We'll best move in and out as fast as we can."

"No." Irina shook her head. "Moving in and out is not worth it, nothing we do can stop them from being alerted."

Crossing their arms, the two of them thought for a bit.

"I have a plan."

"I have a plan."

Their words came out at the same time.

"Oh, you go first then, brat."

"No, you tell me first, super strategist."

"Tsk. Fine. Let's do it together."

"And how does that work? We're exchanging plans here. Oh, you were planning to not speak up."

"Bit slow, aren't you?"

"Fine," Eugene sighed. "I'll speak anyway."

The two shared words for a short bit, Irina's lips blooming into a nasty grin.

"What a coincidence," she said. "I was thinking the exact same thing."

***

The workers of the facility were divided up in different halves.

While some maintained order and guarded the workings of the facility, the workers themselves slaved away day and night. From soaking the herbs in harsh conditions to completing the magic circles over and over to finish brewing the drugs.

Things had been divided well in two groups, the overseers and the under workers. Just as was the case in most establishments.

Though the workers liked some of their bosses, they quite hated how their bosses could walk around without much work to do.

Just like in most establishments.

The hate between people was constantly rising. And the dissatisfaction too. But they all knew that going against the order was going to be the same as cutting off their own legs.

Brewing the drugs in many large cauldrons in the seventh opening of the cave system that stretched far and wide underground, the workers fanned themselves with their own hands.

"Hey hey! Keep moving that ladle! What will you do if the drugs get wasted, huh?"

Though all of them were magicians, they had no choice but to dabble in this demanding and shady business.

"Yes sir…" grunted the oldest as he moved the ladle with a strong arm.

Heat had started to rise, making all of their works harder.

Then a sudden gust of wind came around and sent the old man swaying.

Heat rose again, and the dizzy old man tumbled.

"Hey! Hey! Are you alright?"

"Old man!"

The supervisor heard the commotion and dashed over to the old man standing on the platform.

"Old man, you alright?" He called, placing a hand on the old man's back.

It was then.

A soft push came from the back. An invisible hexagon shaped object pushed the back of the old man, right where the supervisor touched him.

And tipped him over down into the pauldron.

"AHH!" The old man's screams echoed out loud as he fell into the boiling concoction.

Everyone in the room was stunned. All of their breaths held and their eyes widened in disbelief.

"W-what…?"

"The supervisor… just… threw the old man inside?"

The words snapped the others out of their shock.

"I… I didn't…" The shocked supervisor took a step back.

"No! My uncle!"

A young one screamed.

"YOU BASTARD!"

He grabbed the supervisor and punched him square in the jaw.

Seeing the sight, two more supervisors came from the caves just in time as the worker punched his boss.

"R-rebellion! They're rebelling!"

The supervisors screamed.

"The bosses are killing us!"

The workers followed.

And thus began chaos in the first drug manufacturing plant.