4★ 'Sword Princess' Katie Wellesley
How did things end up like this?
Grace, who'd been grinning as she raised her beer mug, was slumped over at an angle, completely out cold. Katie, who'd been comparing skewers while knocking back drinks, had face-planted onto the table and fallen asleep. It wasn't the thick, low-alcohol medieval cheap beer — it was the power of cold, strong modern-style beer.
They weren't just tipsy and putting on a fox act. They were genuinely blackout drunk.
"Hehe, Rolaaang?"
"Mmm, nooo, a northerner can't just… from beeeer…"
Both of them were mumbling something, clearly having had some plan in mind, but they could barely keep themselves upright. Had they accidentally downed the hard liquor they'd bought intending to get me drunk?
Meanwhile I wasn't even properly buzzed, just munching on skewers while amusingly watching the two beauties make fools of themselves — or rather, not quite fools. From Han Se-ah's voyeuristic perspective, it must have felt like putting on porn only for the intro to end and a comedy show to start instead.
The camera circling overhead like a vulture eyeing a corpse, and the two of them still looking gorgeous even while mumbling drunk — watching that, I found myself smiling even before the alcohol hit.
"Hoo, what kind of beeeer…?"
"You okay, Katie?"
Perhaps thanks to Han Se-ah's desperate wishes from wherever she was hiding and watching, Katie among the two started overcoming the drunkenness through sheer willpower. Maybe swordsmen were better suited to physical work than archers, or maybe it was just the default northern image of knowing how to handle their liquor.
Unlike Grace, who'd been leaning against the tent wall before her head lolled and she slid gracefully down to lie on the floor, Katie managed to get up from the table while muttering about beer.
Her silver hair still looked beautiful even disheveled, her deep blue eyes unfocused and hazy from drink, her pure white skin flushed bright red — if Han Se-ah hadn't appeared, she could easily have been called the kingdom's greatest beauty.
"Am I okay? Of course I'm okay! I-I'm from the north, hup, so…"
"Yeah, I got it. Just be careful."
"Be careful, you say? There's only Roland here, hehehe… huh?"
That ice-cold beauty melted like thawing ice, smiling so brightly I worried her cheeks might cramp. Drunk like that, maybe I should compare her to ice melting in a whiskey glass.
Katie approached me with staggering steps that made it hard to believe she was on the verge of handling aura, and threw her arms around my neck like she was hanging on.
Whether it was liquor prepared for the player or a gacha character's star buff, even the alcohol smell wafting from her was fragrant. Right after that sweet scent hit my nose came the soft, smooth feel of her skin. Unlike when we'd been buried, we were both only in thin casual clothes now, so it felt raw and direct.
She lacked the violent curves of Grace that made you worry about archery interference, but a well-trained swordswoman's sleek muscles had their own way of impressing a man.
The thin dress revealed between the open coat. A body so smooth you couldn't find an ounce of fat, cheeks flushed red from drink — more than enough to seduce any man.
"Hmm? Rolaaang, why do I have to be careful around Roland~?"
"You seem way too drunk…"
But that was that, and this was this. The way she grinned mischievously, unable to even hold herself up properly while trying to tease me, was alluring — but I had no desire to touch a woman that drunk.
Not from some meager sense of morality, but from the abundance that had made me forget what scarcity felt like.
From capital noblewomen and young ladies to fellow adventurers, my life hadn't exactly been lacking in women. That was after becoming Roland, not during the Lee Haneul days — but with ten years behind me, I had no intention of taking a drunk woman's first experience. Especially not while someone was watching through a camera.
Thinking that, I helped Katie to a sleeping bag and tried to lay Grace down comfortably too, but…
Looks like the alcohol's worn off a bit already?
Katie's gait as she staggered under my support suddenly changed completely. She was trying her best to act, but she couldn't fool the eyes of a warrior ranked high even among Upper-grade.
Having circulated mana to drive out the drunkenness — as expected of someone on the verge of handling aura — Katie had come back to her senses. And the first thing she did was stagger as if still drunk and nestle into my arm.
At this point, the meager scales in my head tipped hard to one side. When a beauty like this was seducing me this hard, was there any reason I had to hold out to the end?
I sat the still-acting-drunk Katie carefully at the table for a moment and borrowed the neighboring tent to put Grace to bed. She'd flinched thinking I'd chosen Grace over her, but when I told her to wait and gently stroked her hair, she waited obediently — it felt like raising a big dog.
Still, she must have been anxious, because when I returned to the original tent, I found her sitting at the table swinging her feet back and forth like paddling water.
"…Roland? Where'd Grace go? You came back alone?"
"I borrowed the next tent again so she could sleep comfortably. They're both enchanted tents anyway, so it shouldn't matter."
"Magic? What kind of magic?"
"Cleanliness maintenance, this and that, soundproofing."
"S-soundproofing…"
So Han Se-ah, hiding somewhere in a borrowed tent, could enjoy herself to her heart's content too. Thinking that, I took a big step toward the table, and Katie flinched oddly.
If the alcohol remained, she couldn't seduce properly.
If the alcohol was gone, seducing sober was hard.
I could see her shrinking into that dilemma, and once again a smile naturally tugged at the corners of my mouth. If some dark-hearted guy got drunk, made a scene, woke up, and felt embarrassed, I'd want to punch him — but when a slender beauty in her early twenties did it, it only stirred a man's heart.
Even the drunken rambling that ruined her cold impression became gap-moe charm with looks like hers, and the frustrating hesitation from shyness even after making the first move felt pure.
"S-soundproofing is important…"
"Yeah, it is."
Whatever she imagined from those two words, Katie's already flushed cheeks burned even hotter. If a bard's song said a northern beauty's pure white skin was like a snowfield, then those bright red cheeks should be called flowers blooming in the snow.
I reached out toward her as she sat quietly at the table, head bowed, muttering nonsense. Toward those cheeks that were far too warm to be flowers. The smooth, soft, warm sensation at my fingertips was incredibly addictive.
"H-hyaat…?"
She startled as if this was the first time someone had so blatantly touched her face, her skin. But as I stroked her cheek with one hand and gently ran my fingers through her smooth, soft hair with the other, she quickly calmed down — truly like watching a big dog.
The kind of blindly loyal, cute large dog that would wag its tail whether you gave it medicine or a shot, as long as you stroked its head.
Her face was so small that when I cupped her cheek as if resting her chin on Roland's large palm, my fingertips went slightly past her temple. Savoring the smooth, soft, warm skin, I gently moved my fingers and the pliant flesh couldn't hold its shape, distorting under my touch.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Hmm, what should I do."
Ever since becoming Roland, I'd never turned down a meal set before me. If what was on the table was a monster instead of food, I'd refused and run — but the feast laid out now was a delicacy worthy of being called the world's finest.
I moved the hand holding her cheek, threading through her soft hair toward the back. The nape of her neck, soft and slender beyond what you'd think a human neck could be, and the back of her head with hair mussed by my touch.
"……"
"Don't worry. Relax."
Without putting much force into it, I pulled her in as if embracing her, and her small face was drawn from the table to me without resistance. Her flushed cheeks and moist red lips drew closer.
How many noble young ladies had there been who seduced first only to freeze up from tension once things actually started? Katie was a northern duke's daughter, so she was probably the same. She had the initiative to run away cross-dressing because she didn't want to be the heir, but that initiative was buried under tension, anticipation, and embarrassment.
Her tightly shut eyes flinching, her small nostrils flaring slightly from breathing hard with nerves, and both hands flailing, lost. When we were close enough to feel each other's breath, her lips pushed out as if coming to meet me, and I gently went to meet them too.
Chup—
A very light bird kiss, lips barely touching lips.
Unlike Grace, who'd charged in drunk without restraint, I couldn't handle a virgin soaked in shyness roughly. Thinking that, I calmly moved my hands. Even just from lips touching, tension had flooded in, and Katie's body had gone rigid like a deer before a predator — I needed to loosen her up.
"Ro-Roland, that…"
"Yeah, it's okay. It's okay."
As the foreplay began, the tension finally hit her and she went stiff. Because I'd pulled her into my arms, she'd frozen like a wooden plank at attention, so just like in the underground cavern, I cradled her cheek against my chest and gently stroked her hair.
Chook—
I gently combed her mussed hair with my fingers, straightening it, and lightly kissed her every time her flailing gaze looked up at me. Without any rush to progress, just soothing her, I could feel the waist and shoulders that had been tensed like a new recruit gradually going limp and relaxed.
In my past life, once my hair got past my eyebrows it would tangle and catch on my fingertips when I scratched my head — how could hair that went a little past her shoulders be this soft?
While I was having that thought, Katie wriggled in my arms and glanced at the table with a serious expression. Where her gaze went was the hard liquor still left on the table, disguised as beer. Her flailing hand calmly wriggled from my waist toward the table, as if debating whether to get drunk again right now.
"Let's drink later."
"Uh, uhh?"
I couldn't just leave that alone.
I'd been planning to touch her after she came back to her senses — if she got drunk again, it'd all be for nothing. Her sly little scheme of nestling close while sneakily trying to offer me a drink was blocked very simply.
I just pulled her into a tight embrace so she couldn't stretch her arm out.
Even with that sleek, muscular body without an ounce of fat, she was still a slender young lady. To the point that when I wrapped my arm around that thin waist, one of my arms could pin both of hers.
"Hoo, heup—"
"Hmm?"
At that point she seemed to change her mind, rising up on tiptoes and stretching up to kiss me first. Because of the height difference, her stretched lips lightly touched — chup — a little below my lower lip.
She wasn't short for a woman, but Roland's body was so large and solid that without me bending down, she couldn't even steal a kiss.
Of course, it wasn't just the muscles and height that were large and solid. The soft, fragrant sensation of a woman's body in my arms made the lower Roland stretch and rise to a surprising degree. Enough that Katie, who'd been hanging her hands around my neck to lower her face, went stiff again like a broken robot.
Wearing only thin cloth pants, when blood rushed downward the outline of my cock was fully revealed — more than that, it pushed up the fabric of the pants like pitching a tent, so there was no way Katie nestled in my arms wouldn't notice.
A heavy mass of flesh lightly ignored the thin cloth pants and poked forward into her soft lower belly.
"No, this is, a man's, that… I know about physiological phenomena, but…"
A heavy weapon you couldn't help but know about even without undressing. With sexual knowledge consisting only of some romance novels and the dirty talk of bottom-rung mercenaries, she seemed even more flustered.
The steamy romance novels written targeting noble young ladies would never describe a heavy mass of flesh like this, and the mercenaries trading dirty talk talked about whether they'd sent a whore or not — almost none claimed their lower half was closer to a horse. When you rolled around outside together, you ended up seeing each other naked plenty of times anyway.
So it was a natural reaction for Katie, swallowing hard, to bring her hand to my waist with half curiosity and half fear. She seemed to have developed some stubbornness — no intention of stopping at hugs and kisses.
"So this, like this, mm!?"
"Why, something weird?"
The mass of flesh dangling free above the lowered waistband of my pants. Katie swallowed hard and, having heard something somewhere, tried to grab the aggressive flesh with one hand… but this wasn't a length you could grab with just one hand.
With a normal-sized cock you could hold it with one hand and gently stroke it, but mine was far from ordinary. When Katie's pretty hand grabbed it, so much was left over it looked pitiful. Anyone could see it needed two hands.
She seemed quite flustered realizing from the first step that her knowledge was wrong — whatever she'd read about exciting a man with your hands first. That's why she was late noticing the laughter in my voice.
"Hoo, Roland? I-I feel like you're treating me too much like a child? Even if I look like this, when I was learning various things in the family, I also learned nighttime manners for gentlemen."
"They teach that in the north?"
"I-it's not because it's the north! The madams liked… so…"
In the end, same as Charlotte Cavendish — she'd overheard the dirty talk of the noblewomen who'd served as her social education teachers.
Grace had tried to get me drunk and jump me, Charlotte had claimed she'd heard rumors and tried to jump me. Add Katie to that and you could roughly tell how promiscuous the kingdom's nobility was. After all, this was a world where even if a guy like me openly slept with noblewomen and young ladies, the nobles just let it slide as natural.
Well, more precisely, it was closer to me being the one who got slept with. When I went to the capital for commissions, even if I did nothing, invitations would come or a maid would come to discreetly fetch me.
"This, like this, uh, umm…"
"I'll undress too."
"Uh, huh?"
Briefly recalling capital affairs from Katie's madam stories as her face went bright red past her cheeks, I reached toward her, still awkwardly frozen holding my cock with both hands.
Looking at her sexual knowledge composed of madams' dirty talk and mercenaries' dirty talk, she probably wouldn't manage to arrive at the result of penetration even if we went from night until morning.
I locked Katie in my arms as she tried to show every performance an ignorant virgin could — gripping my cock with both hands like a sword hilt, then trying to reverse her grip by changing the angle — and gently stripped her from top to bottom.
Her pure white skin, perfectly suited to the snowfield metaphor, didn't have a single blemish, and when she naturally ended up naked, the pose of covering her breasts and pussy with her hands was incredibly seductive. They say a little clothing is sexier than fully naked, but even fully naked, just lightly covering with hands made you feel both.
A man with pants half off and cock out, a woman naked covering her pussy and breasts. Described like that, it felt truly blatant and lewd.
"No, Roland? Thaat, for a man and woman to couple, th-there's an order…"
"That kind of thing isn't originally set — you just do whatever you feel like."
"R-really? But in books… no, the madams all told different stories."
What was probably complicating Katie's head was that as a grand ducal family, she'd had multiple educators. Romance novels all had different descriptions, and the madams had spouted various dirty talk based on their own experiences, so of course she was lost and wandering.
So right now, I needed to keep it a bit simple.
Holding back any longer was close to torture.
"So, I'm putting it in."
"Eh, uh, uhh—"
It was a tent used as a meeting place so there was no bed, but there was a table, so I gently laid her on it and she looked up at me with bewildered eyes.
Her pupils, full of questions like I was still touching it with my hands, why strip me and lay me down? — went wide, whether from the pain of deflowering. I'd wanted to do this since holding her in my arms, and if she just grabbed my cock with her hands and didn't move, that was torture.
Still, thanks to the atmosphere of holding her, kissing, and stroking, my glans forced its way into the wet flesh gap. The feel of a virgin, like forcibly stretching a tight rubber hose.
Feeling the narrow insides matching her slender build, I paused for a moment and felt Katie's trembling body in my arms gradually calm. At the same time — with a gush — love juices wet her thoroughly, welcoming the invader digging into her. Maybe because she was a swordswoman talented with her body, she was quickly getting past the pain of deflowering.
"Um, Roland? Doesn't this mean se-sex is over? There's still lots of time until morning…"
"Sex is over?"
While savoring the narrow insides squirming as if trying to adapt even without me moving, Katie, lying on the table, said something ridiculous. I'd just inserted and torn her hymen — what did she mean sex was over?
When I asked back, she continued as if proving how meager her sexual knowledge was.
"That… after a woman pleasures a man with her hands or mouth or breasts… when the man inserts, he releases semen within a few minutes and sex is over, right?"
"A few minutes? After tonight, you won't be able to say things like that."
"What does that mea— yahahat—?!"
Wasn't that basically a challenge saying it'd be over with a squeak after a few minutes? She was loaded with all kinds of wrong sexual knowledge — better to experience it once with her body than explain a hundred times with words.