3★ 'Apprentice Ranger' Grace
In the dim alley, seductive eyes raked over me from head to toe. Pale brown irises showed through what looked like half-lidded, paper-thin slits. The gaze fixed on me was far too sharp and clear to belong to someone merely drunk.
"What's this about?"
"Do I really have to say it out loud, as a woman?"
After enjoying a fine meal at The Lucky Scoundrel, we had parted ways. Han Sea had grabbed her key and headed straight up to her room—probably to log out—but Grace was different. The moment the waitress from earlier approached me, Grace had clung to my chest as if she were drunk and all but shoved me out of the inn.
She stayed pressed against me without the slightest hesitation, ignoring the waitress who was chewing her lower lip in clear frustration. Since I had booked rooms at The Lucky Scoundrel for us, she would keep running into that waitress, yet she showed no concern at all. Impressive, in more ways than one.
"Mmm… let's just say I got a little curious about an Advanced Adventurer's lodgings."
Even the plain leather armor could not fully restrain the large breasts that kept pressing and kneading against my arm. I was almost surprised that such a cheap, unadorned scrap of cloth could still hold so much feminine allure.
Only people like us remained on the darkened streets—male adventurers reeking of alcohol and staggering about, with prostitutes clinging tightly to them. Even if Han Sea had logged into this game world, the prostitutes who had always been here were not going to vanish.
"I worked up quite a bit of courage for this, you know. How long do you plan on just wandering the streets?"
This was hardly my first time in a situation like this. With a face this handsome, I had dealt with everything from female adventurers drowning in stress after brushing death, to widows and noble ladies who summoned me under the pretext of a request.
What threw me off, though, were her eyes. They were not the sticky, lust-filled stare of someone burning with desire for my looks and body. They were eyes bright with joy, overflowing with longing. After ten years of living as a warrior in a fantasy world, I had learned to read murderous intent and malice. That made her gaze all the more unsettling.
She was definitely a 3★ character I had never seen before. So why was she looking at me with such tender affection?
"…Have we met before?"
"Oh my? That pickup line is a little outdated."
"No, I—"
Grace brushed my question aside with a sly smile. Her thin eyes curved upward in a way that made her look almost fox-like—and irritatingly cute. Gray hair, brown eyes, those narrow lids… I could believe she had been designed with a gray fox as the motif.
Whatever mysterious feelings she harbored toward me, I could not just stand there like an idiot under the moonlight. The plump softness insistently pressing my arm, combined with the alcohol already in my system, finally got the better of me. I started walking toward my room.
"Once we get this far, it stops being a joke. Sure you can handle it?"
"A joke? I've been serious from the start."
"I'm asking if you can handle this."
I walked slowly toward the inn, analyzing the woman glued to my side. It was not that I was treating her as an enemy, mistaking her for an assassin, or about to attack her and demand she spill her schemes—
"You're underestimating an Advanced Adventurer's body. A virgin might find it hard to take."
As a man who had known plenty of women, I was simply sizing up the one who would entertain me tonight.
The way she had pretended to be drunk and nestled into my arms had been genuinely skilled—skilled enough that the professional waitress from that line of work had bitten her lip and immediately given up on me. Even the way she hooked her arm through mine and guided my steps with her chest had been fine.
But during the ten-odd minutes we spent savoring the night breeze at our leisurely pace, there had been no further touching. To be honest, sex-starved widows and married women would usually go wild groping my muscles and thighs, then casually check how solid things were down below.
Nestling into my arms had felt natural, yet after that there had been no hand stroking my chest. She had pressed her breasts against me while linking arms, but the hand holding my arm stayed demurely on my elbow and the crook of my arm. The conclusion was obvious.
"Heh heh, hard to take? Oh…"
I gently took the hand resting prettily on my arm and guided it toward my thigh. Her fingers twitched as if nervous, yet they did not refuse; they obediently followed my lead to where they needed to go. Even through the fabric of my pants, the heavy weight was unmistakable.
"Oh—ah—!"
Her small lips parted slowly, unable to accept the reality now gripped in her palm. Her trembling hand carefully applied pressure, trying to gauge the size, only for the thing to twitch in response. She yanked her hand away in shock.
Startled enough to pull back just because a cock twitched… no matter how you looked at it, she was a virgin who had never known a man.
Those thin eyes going round and wide were rather cute. Whatever her true intentions, we had come this far; there was no backing out now. I wrapped an arm around Grace's waist where she had stopped walking, laid my palm over her lower belly, and drew her along.
"Of course, even if you say you can't handle it, I won't let you go. Party initiation ceremony—we're doing this properly."
"……"
Grace hung her head, apparently embarrassed that her bravado had been seen through. The pale ear peeking through her hair was flushed red enough to stand out even in the dark alley. Her heartbeat pounded hard enough that I could feel it against the palm resting on her stomach.
We entered the building, opened the door to my room, and I activated the lights with the mana stone key. A sudden thought struck me. Only now did it hit me—using a mana stone key to power the magical devices in a rented room… wasn't this basically a motel?
"Hooo—haah…"
While I was having that ridiculous thought, Grace slipped free of my arms and naturally headed straight into the bathroom. Watching her back as she took a deep breath and steeled herself for something unknown, I sat on the bed and started undressing.
The shirt I tossed aside revealed well-defined, statue-like muscle. My cock stood so tall and thick that the thin underclothes could not hide it. I sat with my legs spread wide, body fully on display toward the bathroom. The door opened before much time had passed.
"Alright, I—kyaah!"
"Hm? What was that?"
She had apparently composed herself inside the bathroom; she emerged with only her hair neatly arranged. But the gaze that had been fixed straight on my face slowly traveled downward in disbelief, roughly confirming the size of the thing she had just held, then snapped back up with a sharp flick.
"W-why are you undressed?!"
"The night's too short to wait for you to undress me."
I grinned and rose from the bed in one motion. She took a step back. Even if she had a little experience under her belt, she was still a novice adventurer. Time to teach her firsthand what a tank really was. Catching the opponent off guard, throwing them into confusion, and seizing control of the flow of battle—that was the famous "Paladin" Roland of the adventuring world.
"Thinking of going back into the bathroom?"
"Y-you asked if we were meeting for the first time, didn't you…?"
The reflection of me in Grace's eyes was literally a walking statue. The height difference of a full head, the broad chest like a wall of armor. Facing a body clad in nothing but a single layer of underclothes, she seemed to feel the intimidation; every last bit of her earlier slyness had vanished.
She looked ready to say something I did not know, as if trying to buy even a little time.
But I did not care about that right now.
I closed the distance in a single stride as she edged backward toward the bathroom again. Her cheeks flushed at the broad chest muscles shoved right in front of her face; she lowered her head—only for her eyes to land on the cock straining so hard it looked ready to tear through the underclothes. Unable to look up or down, she froze. I reached out and simply lifted her into my arms.
"Ah, wait a secon—!"
She must have washed lightly before coming to the tavern; instead of sweat, a faint fragrance rose from her. The sweet scent of bath salts she had probably bought with a big chunk of a novice adventurer's earnings snapped the last thread of what little patience I had left.
Feeling the soft give of her thighs against my arms, I headed straight for the bed. She squirmed a little, apparently embarrassed at being carried bridal-style, but every time her arms flailed her breasts bounced, and when I stared at them as if I meant to lick them, her hands meekly gathered in front of her chest.
"D-don't you want to know why I wanted to join the party…?"
The moment she was laid on the bed, even the last scrap of composure she had been faking vanished; the polite speech dropped away entirely. Ignoring her desperate attempt at conversation, I undid the buttons of her shirt one by one. Those large symbols of motherhood that even leather armor had failed to restrain.
First came skin so pale it was hard to believe she had trained as a ranger in a medieval world without sunscreen. With every button that came free, a deeper and deeper cleavage was revealed. A valley so deep I could bury my face and smother myself; it swayed with every movement of my fingertips.
My hand continued past that generous cleavage, traveling lower. Each soft pop of a button made Grace flinch, and those tiny flinches loosened the shirt further until it fell open to either side. The undersides of her breasts appeared, then her pale stomach and the neat hollow of her navel.
"You're beautiful. Really."
"Ah, seriously… I didn't think you'd be this high-handed."
"What man could hold back when a body this pretty is tempting him?"
"How many women have you said that to?"
"Right now, just you."
Instead of the harsh perfume used to mask unpleasant body odor, there was only the faint scent of bath salts and the sweet smell of her skin that even that fragrance could not hide. I slipped a hand under the small of her back and pressed a kiss to her stomach; her thighs clamped shut and trembled.
Taking advantage of that flinch, I lifted her slightly and slid the long skirt cleanly down. Whether it was thanks to my 6★ stats or not, being able to lift a woman with one hand was convenient at times like this.
Being an inexperienced virgin, she did not help by lifting her hips to make the skirt easier to remove—but that height was nothing my wrist strength could not handle.
"When I met you as a child, you didn't give off this kind of image…"
She finally noticed her skirt had been completely stripped away and covered her face with both hands. Even with her face hidden, the pure white undergarments were fully exposed, and my cock throbbed painfully hard. A pure white bra that did not belong in a medieval setting. Like the occasional chicken-like food that appeared, was this also a design prepared for the players?
Modern in the strangest places… well, it was a game world.
Even if it was a game world, my senses were not fake. The blood-soaked battles had been real, the female adventurers who threw themselves at me had been real, and the noble ladies who dragged me into their bedrooms under the pretext of a request had been real.
Just like Grace lying on the bed right now.
"It'll hurt a little. …Or maybe more than a little."
"At least say you'll try not to make it hurt…"
Hearing her small murmur, I kissed her pale navel again. With every soft smack of my lips pressing against it, she flinched. From her navel to her lower belly, from her lower belly to the top of her panties, my lips traveled steadily downward.
And so I arrived at the already damp lower part of her panties.
The heated scent of a woman hit my nose and made my head swim. When I openly kissed her through the fabric, shame and pleasure flooded Grace at once; she squeezed my head between her thighs, but it was no real obstacle. A low-level 3★ archer's thrashing could never stop a 6★ tank's movements.
"I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."
"Seriously, talk about getting free service after bowing first."
Grace let out a long breath and finally moved her hands away from her face. Both hands rested demurely atop her large breasts, which had shifted slightly to the sides under their own weight. That only made her arms push them together again, recreating that deep cleavage.
…Which meant I could only see the undersides of her breasts and not her face.
Figuring the foreplay had gone far enough, I slowly rose and pulled down my underclothes. She watched every bit of the way I settled on my knees between her thighs on the bed, as if determined to burn the sight into her eyes.
She managed to keep her composure even when I gripped her thighs and spread her legs, even when I settled between them—but the moment the paladin's mace-like cock settled heavily atop her pussy, her pupils trembled again.
"That… that thing, you can make it not hurt, right?"
"Sure… once you get used to it, it won't hurt."
"Before I get used to it—nnngh, ahh—!"
I rocked my hips back and forth, pressing the head firmly against her clit to spread a little of her own lubrication, then immediately pushed in. The sensation of hot folds parting around the tip, the startled pussy flesh wrapping around my cock, and then the sudden catch against the head.
A gacha character who had trained as a ranger and even built a career as an adventurer… and her hymen was still intact.
"Ah, seriously, it hurts…?"
Grace's voice was thick with moisture; tears must have pricked at the pain of the deflowering. The unexpectedly tight sensation made me lower my upper body and kiss her.
I kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes with soft smacks, then moved from her eyelids to the bridge of her nose, from her nose to her cheek, from her cheek to her mouth—
"Hnn, seriously… who kisses down there first…"
As I held her and kept kissing, a measure of calm seemed to return; she whispered a small complaint against my lips. Hearing that, I decided she had recovered enough. I hugged her breasts tightly and pushed my hips forward again.
The large soft masses crushed and reshaped beneath my chest, the stiff peaks at their tips, and then—with a lewd, wet sound—our pubic bones met.
"…When I was little, a wandering monster showed up in our village."
Grace, who had managed to take me to the hilt despite how tight she was, caught her breath and slowly began to speak. I was covering her completely, like a living blanket, so her voice murmured right beside my ear.
Listening to her voice mixed with heated breaths, I moved my hips very slowly.
"In the village, there was only my father, a former ranger… The rest were all old men, so if anything stronger than a goblin showed up, we were as good as dead. Haah…"
"That's when you met me?"
"That's right. Though my knight himself doesn't seem to remember—hnn! …Are you poking me because I have nothing better to say?"
My hip movements were leisurely enough to match her slow breathing. I moved my cock so slowly a goblin's clubbing would have been faster, scraping her insides with the head until her breaths gradually grew rougher.
The hands embracing me scratched lightly at my back in mild reproach, but as far as I was concerned, I was the wronged party.
After learning that adventures in the Tower were nothing but miserable camping, I had traveled everywhere taking requests just to earn money. All because of the grand dream of covering the house I would buy after retirement in modern magical devices.
"I never heard there was a beauty like this in any village I saved."
"Hnn… Father… well, I was a scrawny little brat back then, so of course you wouldn't recognize me."
Who would recognize a grimy little kid from a slash-and-burn farming village after she grew into a fragrant, glamorous beauty? Full of that sense of injustice, I thrust my hips forward and buried the head all the way to the deepest point.
"I grew up like this, yet you barely changed at all… You're not an elf from the stories, are you?"
"Want to feel my ears?"
The hand that had been gently scratching my back rose, wrapped around the back of my neck, and pulled me down. I could easily support her weight, but I lowered my head obediently. The pain seemed completely gone; her smiling eyes drew closer and closer—
And she pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
"Even if you're not an elf or a prince from the stories, thank you so much, my knight. The reason the hunter's daughter from a slash-and-burn village became an adventurer… was because I wanted to see you just one more time."
It was almost like a confession.
"I figured anyone who came all the way out to a place like that to hunt monsters had to be a famous adventurer. You turned out to be far more incredible than I imagined, so I was flustered… but to think we'd meet like that in the Tower."
"Grace."
"…Hm?"
Her eyes went round at the sound of her name. Looking at that face, I cut off her gentle words and pushed myself up with my arms. Our skin had been pressed together so long that sweat made us stick; when her sweat-slicked full breasts peeled away with a wet sound, I almost felt a sense of loss. Still, I clenched my teeth and spoke.
"When a man hears something like that, he can't hold back anymore."
"Hold back what? …Wait, in this situation?"
"I told you. The night's too short."
Ignoring Grace's fluster, I stopped embracing her and instead gripped her springy thighs. Above her slim waist, free of any spare flesh, the outline of my vicious cock was faintly visible. Only now able to see what was happening below because I had risen, Grace asked in a trembling voice:
"You'll make it not hurt, right?"
"I told you, saying things like that makes me lose control."
"What am I not supposed to sa—hyaah—!"
What followed was not a tender conversation of shared memories, but a carnal dialogue of flesh. Instead of words, I drove my hips so she would cry out until her voice went hoarse.
Pubic bones slapped together with wet, squelching sounds, and frothy juices dirtied her slim lower belly. Of course, the cleavage that bounced with every thrust of my hips had long since been marked with my saliva and the imprint of my teeth.
Those thin eyes that had once curved in sly, seductive smiles were already flushed red and wet with tears; the mouth that had moaned until it was raw hung open, coated in saliva. When I casually slipped a finger into that bright red hole, the tongue inside did not even flinch.
"How is it, Grace? …Doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"
"Hiiik—hyaah—"
Sadly, no coherent answer came.
Any more of this and tomorrow's adventure would end up canceled.