The Gatekeeper Gropes My Chest, Claiming It's a Body Search
The Kingdom of Hertiria, where I would be settling down after clearing the first dungeon, was a strategic hub for securing the key resources that would decide the success or failure of every dungeon run to come.
That resource was the Golden Branch, an item obtainable through conversation with a merchant.
It was nothing more than a simple material item that couldn't be equipped, but sell it back to a shop and you'd pocket a hefty ten thousand gold. And if you brought the third dungeon's clear reward item to the alchemist in the fourth village, you could get your hands on a piece of gear that would stay useful all the way through the open beta's final dungeon.
"Thinking about how I sold that thing as a clueless newbie because I didn't know any better... haah..."
When this information first made the rounds in the community, people used to grumble that it made the game far too easy to clear. But Hamalon's equipment came in six slots in total, and getting one endgame item for a single slot only made beating the game a little easier, that was all. Besides, this was the open beta — the thing had been built from the ground up as a difficulty-adjustment mechanism in the first place.
"Anyway, this place is seriously far. Was it always this far away?"
I'd noticed it on the way to the first dungeon too — Hamalon had stamina of steel, far beyond anything I'd expected. Unlike a game where you moved with a single click, here everything had to be traveled on two legs. There were carriages, sure, but with the dungeon loot still unsold, I was short on the funds I needed for one.
"And this time, how badly am I going to get fu— Aaagh! What am I even thinking?! I should be figuring out how NOT to get fucked!"
Maybe it was because I'd been relentlessly fucked at Genesis Village and in the first dungeon without a moment's rest. Somehow, without my permission, my thoughts had drifted in a seriously messed-up direction.
"I mean, I do get fucked by the two gatekeepers..."
Under the pretense of a body search, they'd grope and knead you with the filthiest hands imaginable, then grab your ass and chest hard enough to burst, on the absurd pretext of checking whether something was hidden inside them.
What else was there again... Ah, right — they insist they need to search your insides thoroughly, and then they pound your pussy, fucking brutally. Which meant every last bit of that was going to happen to me.
"Hah...♡ Haah...♡ Why is my body... suddenly so hot?"
The more scenes I recalled from my monitor, one by one, the more my body slowly warmed up. No matter how hard I tried to picture the adventure that would begin in the second village...
"Nngh...♡ The moment I enter the village... I'm going to get fucked again...♡"
...the dirty fantasies wouldn't stop.
"Hahhn♥ This is so wrong...♡"
At some point my steps toward the village had come to a dead halt, and before I knew it I was toying with my pussy through my battle suit, starting up a mana self-recharge. I planted my staff in the ground for the moment, then pressed a little harder and rubbed slowly along the slit of my pussy.
"Nngh...♡ Why am I... already wet...?"
I had barely started touching myself, and yet my juices came trickling out.
"Is it because I'm still... aching from getting fucked by... the high orc and... the goblins...♡ Haahhhn♥"
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
My pussy and asshole had gone back to normal, so I'd assumed everything was fine down there, but it still felt like several thick cocks were buried deep inside me.
"But I'm a saintess...♡"
Hamalon's other nickname: the Sex Saintess. And I was the very first person to mention that nickname on the community forums. Was this what they call karma catching up with you?
"Hnng...♡ My pussy feels so empty...♡"
The words slipped out of my mouth on their own — and they were also a perfectly accurate summary of my pussy's condition. After all, it kept clenching and gaping as if it wanted something, drooling out its juices. The inside of my bodystocking was not only drenched with love juice; it was on the verge of leaking out.
Squueeeze—!!
"Hnhyaaaah♥"
The moment I unconsciously pressed down on my lower belly, the sensation of my womb and pussy being squeezed tight shot up my spine and drove straight into my brain.
Something was definitely wrong here. I could understand if I were the real Hamalon — but I'm a dude who ended up inside Hamalon's body. And yet here I was, some guy who couldn't forget being fucked by creature cocks, going into heat and recharging himself.
"Hahng♥"
I was busily kneading my pussy, just then hatching a plan to put the staff planted in the ground to use as well, when—
Shff—!!
A presence stirred in the grass. I yanked my hand away from my pussy in a panic, snatched up my staff, and put on the act of a saintess who just happened to be passing along the road.
"Squeak?"
"Oh. It's... a rabbit. Thank god..."
A tiny, adorable white rabbit hopped out of the grass, peered up at me, then bounded off along its way.
"If that had been a person, I'd have gotten absolutely wrecked as the 'lewd saintess'... I-I've gone crazy... no, I'm a crazy bastard!"
I should have been relieved it wasn't a person — so why was I disappointed?
"I've lost it... I have seriously lost it. Getting fucked by goblins and a high orc must have scrambled my brain. Or else... or else... if that's not it..."
As I struggled to banish the lewd thoughts cramming my head, the staff standing perfectly upright caught my eye.
"Maybe just... a little...?"
My body wanted it so fiercely that there was no holding back. In the end I sat down in the open field, hoisted one leg up, and pressed firmly at my pussy through the bodystocking. Tearing this thing would burn Divine Power for nothing.
Squreeech—!!
"Hahhhn♥ M-my finger... it went in...♡"
The battle suit was reasonably durable, so it wasn't easy to tear with my fingers. But it was stretchy too — even when my finger sank in deep, sheathed in the stocking, the fabric held its shape around it.
"Hahhhng♥"
It was honestly inconvenient. Even if I wanted to finger myself deep, the stocking meant only a joint or two could make it in.
But I couldn't tear it. I couldn't waste Divine Power on something as trivial as masturbation. This was all to conserve Divine Power while recovering my still-not-fully-restored mana through self-recharge.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
"Hyaaahn♥ Why does it feel sooo good...♡"
Just from my finger sliding in and out a few times, my tongue had already come undone. If anyone saw me like this, they'd be horrified. Or maybe... they'd call me a pervert who masturbates outdoors and fuck me nice and rough...?
"Hnngh...♡ W-with the staff...♡"
Squish—!! Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
Just like in the cave, I rubbed my pussy with the cold, hard staff. But the stimulation felt far weaker than it had back then. Just as I was deciding that fingering might be better after all, the round, blunt end of the staff came into view.
Squreeeech—!!
"Hyaaaaah♥"
Before long my hand was moving on instinct, shoving the staff deep into my pussy. Wrapped in the stocking as it was, the cold metal barely registered against my walls.
Is this what it feels like to take a cock with a condom on?
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!! Squreeeech—!!
"Hnhihiiik♥ Why does this feel sooo goood♥"
It was far longer than my fingers, so when I put my weight into it, it plunged deep into my pussy, still sheathed in the stocking. Thanks to that, I could stir it around to stretch my tight walls wide, and even grind and press down mercilessly on my weak spots.
"Hehhn...♡ Feeling this good... is totally cheating...♡"
At this rate, this staff could never again be used as a weapon and nothing more. It had become the hardest, coldest, most mind-meltingly good dildo.
"Hnng...♡ J-just a little more...♡"
Certain I was about to come, my hand sped up on the staff — and the moment it did, the stocking's elasticity bounced it back out. In the process it bore down on my walls so fiercely that my hips bucked all on their own.
"Hahhnnn♥"
As my pussy, aching at the sudden emptiness where the staff had been buried so deep, gaped and clenched, I shoved two fingers back in.
"Hah... Hahng♥ I-I'm...♡ I'm gonna... commme♥"
Spluuurt—!!
In the end, I squirted right there in the middle of an open field with nowhere to hide.
"Hahhhk♥ S-staff masturbation... complete...♡"
This staff was the single best tool for mana self-recharge.
By the time my body had settled down, I was walking on both legs toward the Kingdom of Hertiria again. Every step sloshed the juices pooled inside me, and their scent rolled over me, thick and heady, with every breath I drew.
If I got inspected in this state, the gatekeepers would pound into me twice as enthusiastically, calling me a pervert dripping pussy juice.
"Though there's a chance the inspection won't go that way at all."
Above all, I was a saintess with verified status. If I said I'd come to fulfill my duties as a saintess, what gatekeeper in his right mind would block my way and fuck me? In the game, no such option existed, so getting fucked was unavoidable — but this world didn't run on the game's systems. Which meant I could actually talk my way through.
"Once I'm inside, I should grab a room at an inn first and rest. My back is killing me."
Between being fucked far too violently by the creatures and masturbating in bizarre positions, my lower back throbbed pretty badly.
"There's the gate. Finally."
After walking without a single break, the tightly sealed gate and the two gatekeepers standing guard before it came into hazy view. As the distance shrank, their figures grew distinct — two powerfully built men.
For starters, they had big-dick faces. Their noses were pretty big, after all.
"No wonder Hamalon wailed like that, insisting she couldn't take it."
I'd only ever had eyes for Hamalon getting fucked, so I'd never paid much attention to the cocks buried deep inside her. But now, with the thought that two big-dick-faced cocks like those could end up inside me at any moment...
"Nnn...♡"
A shiver ran down my spine, and a lewd little sound slipped out on its own.
"I've seriously turned into a bitch in heat..."
Shaking my head, I came to a stop before the gatekeepers — and just as I'd expected, they crossed their spears in an X, barring my path.
"H-Halt! Please halt."
"Beyond this point lies the royal castle of Hertiria. If you wish to enter, state your identity and your purpose of visit."
Naturally, they demanded my identity.
"I am Hamalon, a saintess. I have come to visit the Kingdom of Hertiria in order to fulfill my duties as a saintess."
That was a pretty solid answer, if I said so myself... So why did their faces look so pissed?
"Are you impersonating a saintess right now?"
"You've got some nerve, bitch."
Huh? This isn't how it goes.
Things had diverged completely from my expectations right out of the gate, and I watched the two gatekeepers' reactions in bewilderment.
"There was no word of any saintess visiting the royal castle of Hertiria."
These were the same men who'd been speaking with calm courtesy mere moments ago, but suddenly their faces flushed red as they switched to a coarse, rough tone.
"Um... I really am a saintess, though...?"
"This bitch, right to the end!"
"We're starting the body search this instant."
"Eeeh?!"
In the game, the gatekeepers never performed a body search under circumstances like these. Their brains consumed by lust, they'd pounced on Hamalon like beasts before she even revealed her identity.
I'd been pleased that things were flowing differently from the moment we started talking — but in the end, the destination was exactly the same.
"If you'd just hear me out for a moment..."
"Shut it. I'll search the front, you take the back."
They nodded to each other, then trudged over.
"First, if we could just talk..."
"And what's inside this, hmm? Carrying a bomb, are we?"
Squueeeze—!!
"Hahhn♥"
The moment the gatekeeper who'd stepped forward seized my chest roughly in both hands, a moan spilled out of me before I could stop it.
At that, the gatekeeper's mouth curled into a lecherous smirk.
No, wait — if it goes like this, I'm seriously, royally fucked.