With the 2★ Ambitious Lady Charlotte
The Stone Dwarves' inn, where the little craftsmen had returned after a perfectly ordinary day of smashing nothing but trash mobs. Built entirely of stone, the place was far more luxurious and solidly constructed than it first appeared. True to their artisan race, even the wooden doorframes and doors provided perfect soundproofing.
Which meant that even if an uninvited guest slipped into the room I'd claimed, no one else would ever know.
"Hello, Roland?"
Grace, Irene, and Katie were off doing who-knows-what, and even though Han Se-ah was chatting with her viewers in the room right next door, not a single sound reached me. And if Charlotte was sitting demurely on my bed, our girls would never notice either.
Charlotte perched on the edge of the mattress, wearing a mischievous little smile, while Maid Mary stood by the door without so much as a breath of sound. The same master-and-servant pair as always had snuck into my guest room.
…Was she using some kind of presence-reduction passive while waiting at her mistress's side, leftover from her days as a thief before becoming a maid? Nearly gave me a heart attack.
"What brings you here, Lady Charlotte?"
"My, my. It's just the two of us. Don't you think that tone is a little too stiff?"
"…Hm?"
That was pure Charlotte Cavendish for you—the same woman who had barged in out of nowhere declaring she would throw away her virginity just to dodge a political marriage, all because of one dirty joke from Madame Zoe's etiquette class.
Thanks to Hero Han Se-ah, she had managed to stand on her own as Charlotte rather than as a Cavendish, so maybe it was more accurate to call it a Charlotte-like attitude. Sitting on the bed, she had already kicked off her adventurer boots and was wriggling her bare white toes in a way that was distinctly seductive.
On top of that, she seemed to have leveraged her connection with Han Se-ah into a deal with Antenor and snagged a bit of power in the Magic Tower; her shoulders were squared with smug pride, which somehow only made her look cuter.
"If that's what you want, works for me."
"Eh—r-right away?"
Out in public with everyone else she used polite speech toward the tank of the Hero's party, but the moment she stepped into a bedroom she switched to casual talk with the man named Roland. For someone with the title of Ambitious, her behavior was almost painfully transparent, wasn't it?
I liked that about her, so I strode forward, slid between the thighs peeking out from under her skirt, and forced her legs apart. She stammered like she hadn't expected it at all.
Maybe she remembered last time—how she had tried to play it cool only to end up completely at my mercy, gasping without a single coherent word. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she scooted backward across the bed in a panicked little crab-walk, then stretched out a hand toward me as if to say stop.
"Wasn't this exactly why you climbed onto the bed in the first place?"
"Just a moment, Roland? I-I have something to s—eek—!"
Of course a touch that weak wasn't going to stop me. The silent maid's gaze from behind her and that feeble little push of refusal only felt like fuel feeding the fire of lust rather than anything that could put it out.
The dark-blue-haired maid simply stood with her back to the door, ready to block anyone rude enough to open it without permission, so there was no one left to help Charlotte.
There was no way the slender hand of a former noble young lady—now an Intermediate-grade mage—could shove away the body of an Upper-grade tank who had already stepped into the realm of the superhuman. I savored the soft press of her palm against my chest and kept advancing. Good thing I'd already taken off my armor, planning to lounge around the inn and do a little web surfing.
Unlike the bungling assassin the princess had once sent, Charlotte and I had already gone all the way. Naturally there wasn't a shred of hesitation left.
"A-all of a sudden with the clothes first?"
"Want to do it with them on?"
"Th-that's not what I—mmph—"
My body wedged between her thighs forced them open wide. I leaned down over her upper body, catching the woman who had been slowly trying to escape, and claimed her mouth. Those small lips that had been chattering busily went instantly quiet the moment a large man's mouth covered them—like prey before a predator.
True to Heroes Chronicle inheriting the setting of Heroines Chronicle, this pink-haired, big-breasted female character was soft and yielding enough that you could almost call her a pink-chan; she submitted at once.
Chup, chuuuup—♥
Whatever she had been about to say, she abandoned it and met me halfway, her little lips clumsily tapping against mine. Coming to my room uninvited like this meant she must have built up quite a lot of want—and curiosity—inside that body of hers.
Charlotte awkwardly tapped her lips against mine with the tip of her tongue as if refusing to simply take it, then gently scraped her teeth, yet she still couldn't quite push her tongue inside, as though she were afraid of being bitten. While I enjoyed the soft, sticky feel of that little piece of flesh, I quietly began undoing her shirt.
She really had been holding it in; the shirt matched her short skirt that already showed off her thighs—loose buttonholes that would come open with almost no effort. When I gave a firm tug, the buttons popped free one after another with a soft series of clicks and the front of the shirt fell open. A few buttons tore clean off in the process, but that hardly mattered.
"Hoo… nothing underneath, huh?"
"Th-they say men like this sort of thing…"
What was revealed were pale mounds of flesh rivaling Grace's in size, and nipples as pink as her hair. After only a short kiss her body had already heated up; the thin, loose scraps of shirt fabric were being pushed upward as if the breasts themselves were showing off.
No bra and a loose shirt… Madame Zoe, exactly what kind of lessons are you giving those noble young ladies?
Charlotte hurriedly wiped her saliva-slick lips with the back of her hand, looking embarrassed, then quietly averted her eyes. Right now my own eyes were probably blazing with lust while I debated whether to enjoy those big soft things or check whether she was also bare under the skirt, so a little fear was understandable.
"I do like it. Enough that I can't hold back and jump you."
"H-hkyah~♥"
I'd check downstairs later. For now, I wanted to play with these big ones.
Thinking that, I buried my face between the open front of her shirt and pressed my nose into her cleavage. She let out a nasal little sound and gently cradled the back of my head. Compared to the deep, sticky kiss, the ticklish breath against her chest was something she could apparently endure; the affection felt a touch artificial.
When I cupped the undersides of both breasts with my hands, the two soft masses that had been slightly parted thanks to the loose shirt and lack of a bra came together gladly and squished my cheeks from both sides. A hot, springy sensation no man's skin could ever replicate.
While I savored the heavy weight in both hands and the way her skin clung so stickily it almost made breathing difficult, Charlotte's fingers that had been toying with the back of my head quietly slid downward.
"If I'm the only one undressed, it's a little…"
"Then take mine off for me."
Like a mother who has handed a child a toy and then gone about her own business, she left her defenseless royal breasts entirely in my care while she carefully undid the buttons of my shirt one by one. Given the position, my head blocked her view, so her fumbling search for the buttons was nothing special and yet incredibly arousing.
Even if it was a little inconvenient, I was starting to like the habit of wearing button-up shirts. It wasn't as if I wanted her to raise my arms and pull a shirt over my head right now.
A young lady who looked like she normally had her maid dress her was clumsily stripping a man with awkward hands. More than the fumbling touch itself, the situation was so exciting that I bit and sucked at her cleavage hard enough to make wet little sounds, and her hands slowed even further.
"Ahn, honestly, I'm not a child—ooh~♥"
"Men are all kids. In front of breasts like these."
I nursed at her chest hard enough that I half-worried about leaving bruises on that pale skin, and finally the shirt came free. Still, I had to get my arms out of the sleeves, so I pulled away from her breasts for a moment—and there we were, a man and a woman sitting face-to-face on the bed with our shirts hanging open.
Sticky saliva smeared thickly across the pale cleavage revealed by her loose shirt, along with lip marks already faintly red. Through the open front of my own shirt, firm pectorals and hard muscle that refused to yield even when pressed by slender fingers.
Apparently Roland's body looked just as good to women as Charlotte's did to me; for a brief moment I caught the slightly disordered breathing of Maid Mary, who had been suppressing her presence behind us. Even someone as stoic as her would find her mistress's sticky lovemaking a bit of a shock.
…She wasn't facing the door. She was watching the bed?
When I finally shrugged off the now-cumbersome shirt and pants, little hitching breaths came from both in front and behind. Just like the half-baked assassin the princess had sent, she tried to act composed and seductive, but in the end she was still an inexperienced young lady—that never changed.
Even though she had been the one to seduce me first, she still wasn't used to a naked man; when I tossed the shirt aside her eyes went round. Enjoying that delicious reaction, I pushed her down onto the bed. Her eyes stayed wide as she brought both hands up in front of those large breasts.
"Last time I held you and bit you all I wanted. Why are you acting like it's the first time you've seen it?"
"…Honestly, you become endlessly wicked the moment you're on a bed."
"I told you. In front of breasts like these, every man is a kid."
Pushed down and covered, kissed from lips to chest with wet little sounds. She spoke curtly, as if being toyed with one-sidedly was embarrassing. Even so, the area under the skirt I had slowly peeled away was already soaking wet, so even her irritated voice only sounded pleasant.
Still, she hadn't quite had the courage to walk around without panties; when I tugged the skirt down, white underwear appeared. More precisely, it was already sticky and growing translucent, and the sight made blood rush so hard to my cock I thought I might go mad.
She must have felt the blatant stare, because the panties grew wetter and stickier by the second. As the thin fabric soaked through and the transparent area widened, a soft pink glow appeared beyond the semi-translucent white.
As far as I knew, pink wasn't a hair color that occurred naturally, yet this fantasy world insisted on filling top, middle, and bottom with pink designed to excite a man. Thinking once again that pink really did go well with white, I found myself diving in as if entranced.
Chuuup—
"H-hyaaah—!"
"…With your mouth, on the young lady…"
When I licked right over the thin scrap of fabric that had already lost all meaning, Charlotte jolted in shock. It must have been her first time having her pussy leisurely teased by a man's tongue while it dripped honey; as my tongue crawled across the sticky-wet panties her upper body thrashed hard enough to make her breasts bounce.
I pressed down on those plump, mage-soft thighs with my hands and greedily sucked up the overflowing nectar with my tongue, and a tiny murmur drifted from behind me.
Last time, out of consideration for her virginity, I had finished lightly with classic missionary followed by face-to-face sitting, so the oral attention left Charlotte completely out of it—and even the cool-headed maid let out a startled little mutter.
I paid it no mind and simply pressed my mouth firmly to those lower lips that were responding so honestly to long-overdue pleasure, licking and sucking. The mage pussy that had thrown away its virginity, learned pleasure, and then been locked in a research lab all day protested the built-up need by endlessly dripping, so I worked my tongue hard to soothe it.
"Heeut, with your tongue—m-my underwear—euut—j-just take them off already~♥"
"Tsuup— stay still."
Just as her pink nipples had shown through the shirt, the swollen clit below was standing out so prominently that I could feel it clearly through the panties with my tongue. At least the underwear of a noble young lady was well-made; even continuous licking didn't leave annoying loose threads.
The unfamiliar pleasure must have been hard to endure quietly; her thighs naturally tried to close. Soft flesh with not a hint of firmness pressed against both my cheeks like another pair of breasts, and trembling hands clutched my hair, but to me it was the feeblest resistance imaginable.
I simply pressed that almost nonexistent resistance of an exercise-starved mage down with my head, then gave the still-complaining mage pussy a scolding little nip with my front teeth.
"Hyaaaaah——!"
When I chewed and nursed at the standing clit with lips and teeth, the thrashing legs shot straight up. I didn't miss the chance; like applying a judo technique I hooked those fully extended legs over my shoulders and heaved.
Folded nearly in half, Charlotte didn't even notice her panties being stripped away by my hand. Soft spasms ran through her lower belly as she clutched the blanket with both fists and trembled all over.
Saliva-smeared lips, large breasts gleaming as if wet with sweat, pink nipples standing stiff, a soft lower belly twitching from the shudders—and once the panties were gone, a mage pussy that still seemed full of complaints and had already begun soaking the sheets.
Any man who saw this and hesitated or held back wouldn't be a man at all.
"W-wait a second, Roland? I-I just came…?"
"That's exactly when you keep going so it feels even better. Last time we took it slow."
"Th-that's a l-lie—maaaaah~♥"
Without a shred of hesitation I drove my fully erect cock into that complaint-filled, water-rich mage pussy with a wet kyuk. Charging forward as boldly as an Upper-grade tank should, the folds parted with a sticky zzukeok and offered no resistance at all.
The thick mass of flesh that deserved to be called a weapon more than a cock plunged deep inside and pounded kyuk-kyuk-kyuk; the legs that had shot into the air and then gone limp stretched out straight again and quivered hard enough that I felt it against my sides.
When I stabbed the deep place—the entrance to her womb—her legs shot out; when I pulled back they went limp. It was kind of fun. Wanting to see that intense reaction again, I lengthened the strokes until the head was almost slipping free, and language left Charlotte's mouth entirely, replaced by broken, gurgling moans.
"…Um, Lord Roland? Is the young lady truly all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. Women just get like this when you knock on the womb."
A worried voice came from behind at the beastly sight. Even the cool-headed maid had lost her composure out of concern for her mistress and quietly approached to voice her worry.
But her mistress was already going egek, hegek while having her womb pounded one-sidedly; there was no way a mere maid could stop me. I gripped those soft flanks that seemed to contain not a single muscle fiber the way one would grip an onahole and rolled my hips in long, deep strokes.
Whether the maid who had come out of concern for her lady swallowed hard while staring at my tensed lower back and ass or not, I first had to soothe this mage pussy that was still full of complaints…!
"Last time we only did it once because we had to join the expedition. Today we're staying together until the sun comes up…!"
"Heuk, j-just a little rest—I have something to say, a favor to—euk, t-too deep…♥♥♥"
I ground the tip of my cock into the one part of her entirely soft body that was still springy and tight, digging as if to scoop it out. By the time the watching maid's composure had melted away and the thoroughly emptied mage pussy had soaked the bedsheets through, a tingling rush of climax gathered at the base of my spine.
Magical cleanup was available, so there was no reason to hold back. I slammed my hips forward from their farthest pull-back and crushed Charlotte beneath me hard enough to flatten her.
My thick body forced her legs wide open. The cock that had shoved her womb upward as if intending to relocate it higher still spurred it on with a vigorous final thrust, pouring hot semen deep inside. While I savored the afterglow of climax and gently moved the head to smear the load thoroughly against her womb, her hitching breaths gradually found a measure of calm.
"Ahheuk, h-honestly, I really do have something to say… oohk-♥"
"What is it?"
"Y-your hips—s-stop moving for a—♥"
Of course, because her reactions were so cute I kept grinding the still-hard cock with wet squelches to push the semen even deeper, and her voice started trembling all over again.
Still, even without a single muscle, the stamina she had built from sitting for long research sessions seemed decent enough that she hadn't passed out. Katie had gone completely limp after I kept tormenting her on her first time… or had that been because of the liquor I'd bought from a back-alley whore?
While I was having that random thought, Charlotte finally managed to steady her breathing. Still impaled, she gently stroked my forearm and opened her mouth.
"I have a favor to ask, Roland. It might sound a little strange."
"What is it?"
She had used casual speech when seducing me, yet once she'd thoroughly emptied her complaints downstairs she was back to polite language. Or maybe the favor itself was that outrageous.
Looking at the current situation, it almost felt like pillow talk, didn't it? Sneaking into a bedroom, having sticky sex, then making a request in the afterglow. Well, even as the tank of the Hero's party I wasn't any kind of power broker, so she was probably going to ask for research materials or some bothersome physical chore; either way it was fine.
I nodded, and Charlotte, still pinned beneath me and watching my face carefully, finally managed to speak.
"Could you… um, hold my maid as well?"
"…Why?"
It was physical work, all right—but I hadn't expected the body to be used quite like this.
Startled, I turned my head and looked behind me. Maid Mary had already moved from the door all the way to the side of the bed. Using a thief's stealth just to peek was impressive in its own way, and at the same time the whole request was so absurd I didn't know what to say.
So I moved my hips on pure reflex.
"Mary, dooon't-♥ Ah, aah—I'm still talking—♥"
The place where we were still joined was sticky and wet from that complaint-filled pussy, and she was already thinking of dumping the work on her maid and taking a break? Whether it was because of her first experience or not, she had a bad habit of trying to run after just one round; she needed a proper scolding.
Thinking that, I thrust hard into the pussy still coated in love juices and semen. A weak little fist came flying up and patted my chest like a spoiled child before flopping limply onto the bed.
"Not meee—o-our maid, euut-♥ She's pretty, right~♥"
"Lady Charlotte…"
I did feel the urge to take that cool-headed, dark-blue-haired maid and melt her into a dazed mess with my hot cock, but right now the priority was teaching the fear of a man to this pathetic, stamina-premature mage pussy that had seduced me first and then gone completely limp after a single ejaculation.