5★ 'Mercenary Queen' Rebecca
Before the orc hunter could even react, Rebecca burst from the forest like a wild beast and cleaved its head clean off. The broad blade of her machete took the hunter's neck in the same stroke that sheared through the nearby trees — thwack, thwack. The camera trailing me caught every frame of it.
Even after that rampage, she still didn't seem satisfied. The ragged, heaving state of her — panting hard through clenched teeth — was almost too much to look at. Come to think of it, she'd looked about the same back before her beauty upgrade, when she used to walk around caked in blood and dust.
Even with the quest progress interrupted, chat was nothing but pure satisfaction. Hearts and flame emotes started flooding the window the way they had last time — all thanks to the absolute state of Rebecca.
Does the beauty buff come with a cleanliness buff too?
Her outfit… well, thank god Han Se-ah's stream was rated 19+. Short leather shorts so brief you couldn't tell if they were hot pants or hot panties, pale thighs fully on display. A shirt that didn't even try to button up, leaving her navel and cleavage completely bare.
On top of that, the sleeves and collar were shredded to ribbons from barreling through trees body-first. Not a single scratch on her — as expected of a 5★ — which only meant her pale skin was fully exposed. She looked like a walking piece of erotic obscenity.
That skimpy outfit was the same one she used to wear as sleepwear around camp, claiming it was comfortable.
"What the hell are you standing around for, you bastard!"
"Hey, fuck! You think I'm following that thing for fun?"
"How the hell would I know."
Whatever the situation was, Rebecca was tearing through the forest in her sleepwear with nothing but a utility belt strapped on. The party members who arrived late could only stare blankly, completely unable to process what they were looking at.
They'd been chasing a monster with suspicious movements through the woods, only for a half-naked beauty to leap out and chop its head off. The only way that made any sense was if you'd been watching the whole thing from start to finish through a camera, the way Han Se-ah had.
Her already short, thin clothes hung in tatters, bare skin showing through, and that pale complexion made it almost impossible to recall the feral, beast-like figure she'd once been. And yet she casually hooked her machete onto her belt like none of it mattered.
"Hey, Kayden. And you — Hanna, was it? I'm borrowing your tank. At Kayden's level, no orc's gonna touch him."
"Borrowing what?"
"Borrowing his dick."
"……?"
The words were so blunt they crossed into pure vulgarity, and every face in the party flushed bright red. Innocent Irene in particular was so shocked her mouth just opened and closed soundlessly — it was adorable.
In the same breath, Rebecca snaked an arm around my waist and leapt off somewhere like a demon king absconding with a princess. I nearly threw a reflexive punch at her for the forced grab, but superhuman reflexes let me crush the impulse before it landed.
With Rebecca's personality, she wouldn't just let it slide — she'd claim I hit her first and come swinging right back. If she'd still looked like the filthy mess from before, I wouldn't have held back. I'd have beaten her down on the spot.
That face got way too pretty for no good reason…
I resigned myself to Rebecca's grip, vaguely regretting that the armor kept me from feeling what must have been soft yet firm breasts, and checked the stream feed. Since Rebecca had bolted so suddenly, the camera had clearly lost us.
…I should probably be grateful I wasn't showing off my dick in front of tens of thousands of viewers.
"Wait, what — what the hell is even happening right now…? Roland just got bridal-carried off by that mercenary NPC Rebecca to get railed?"
"Then go watch porn, you bastards! The quest's already fucked and I'm stressed enough without you horny idiots panting over this! …Anyway, thanks for the fifty thousand."
Yeah. I had no idea what was going on either.
Thanks to Charlotte spotting something suspicious, the quest had updated. While chasing an orc hunter for quest progress, Rebecca stole the last hit, told me she wanted to borrow my dick, and kidnapped me.
If I told this story to anyone, they'd seriously advise me to cut back on the drinking. Even I — who'd known Rebecca for a long time — was thrown off. How much worse must it be for Han Se-ah and the viewers?
"…Where are we going?"
"Somewhere good for lying down."
"Wait, the 'borrow your dick' thing was for real?"
"Have I ever bullshitted you?"
I said it like I couldn't believe her, and she answered with shameless confidence. I hadn't noticed when only her skin was against my armor, but now that skin met skin, I could tell her body was burning hot. Not metaphorically — she was genuinely running a fever of heat.
When I went quiet at the feel of that warm, soft skin, Rebecca grinned wide enough to show her fangs. Had she taken my silence as consent? Knowing her, she'd do whatever she wanted whether I agreed or not.
She bounded through the forest in long leaps until she found a suitable spot and stopped. No noisy orc warriors — just a wide, flat rock in a clearing where sunlight filtered beautifully through the trees.
"This should do."
"Look, at least tell me why you're doing this."
"Does a man and a woman who click need a reason? My booze and smokes are gone, I'm pissed, and all the orcs keep running away. I'm irritated and worked up, so I'm blowing off steam."
She grinned at me again, then grabbed me by the collar and crushed her lips against mine. She came at me like a predator locking onto prey — pressing hard, relentless. Not skilled, but fierce, exactly like a beast in heat.
For someone clumsy at kissing, she was remarkably good at stripping armor. Her fingers found every hinge and clasp with practiced ease, peeling the steel off like it was a shirt and tossing it aside.
What hit me the moment I was disarmed was just how scorching Rebecca's body was. Hot enough to feel even without skin contact. Even the long breath she exhaled after that clumsy kiss felt like the fire of a lesser dragon.
…Some kind of skill side effect?
Even accounting for Rebecca's reckless personality, this was clearly abnormal. This was a 19+ virtual reality game, sure — but the rating came from combat brutality, alcohol, and tobacco. It wasn't a world where using mana made you sexually aroused.
So it had to be a skill born from the gacha system, not ordinary mana anyone could learn with effort. Heroes Chronicle was starting to look more and more like Heroines Chronicle, and that was hard to ignore.
"Hahh— damn, this is nice. I get why the brats keep going on about sex now."
"You're already enjoying yourself and we haven't even done anything?"
Of course, being passionately pursued by a beautiful woman wasn't exactly unpleasant. The old Rebecca — skin caked with grime and dust, blood matted into her hair like some unmanaged wild animal — would have been genuinely horrifying… but things were different now.
She sat me on the rock, straddled me, and looked down with those vivid red eyes. A beauty so striking I had to wonder if red hair and red eyes had ever suited anyone better — a toned fitness goddess descending on me like she meant to devour me whole. Anyone who disliked this was probably just gay.
"One taste and you already know, dumbass."
A pink tongue flicked out to lick her saliva-slick red lips. The seductive motion snagged my gaze for a second, and Rebecca grinned with pure triumph. At that point, a man's pride started stirring in my chest.
Just because she was an aggressive beauty who came at you like she wanted to eat you alive didn't mean a virgin suddenly became a skilled seductress. If anything, this was similar to how things had been with Grace.
A body that excelled, a heart that ran ahead — but no knowledge and no experience. There was no way she could match someone who'd stacked experience points as a 6★ even in bed. Watching her thrash around on pure impulse, smiling in satisfaction without a clue, she almost looked cute now.
"What? Why are you smiling like that?"
The guy pinned underneath her suddenly grinning made Rebecca tilt her head and ask. I didn't answer — just quietly reached out.
My target was the clothing that had already abandoned any pretense of function. I couldn't leave Rebecca running around Floor 20 naked, so I peeled the fabric off gently, careful not to tear it. She seemed pleased that I was getting into it too, grinning again as she let me undress her.
And so Rebecca's body was revealed under the sunlight — sculpted like a statue. A beautiful woman's form with every scrap of excess fat carved away into something built for combat. And yet softness remained in her chest and hips, unmistakably feminine.
Breasts of a modest size that swayed gently, abs split as cleanly as a bodybuilder's, and thighs so firm the word "aroused" fit them better than anything else.
"Haaah… this feels good. I get why the girls blush just hearing your name."
"I've never touched any of the mercenary girls."
"There were ones who followed you every time you went to bathe."
Entranced by that beautiful physique, I gently ran my hands over her heat-flushed skin, and Rebecca giggled like it felt good. Hard to believe this was the same person who'd been excitedly beheading orcs moments ago.
From her forearms, past her collarbone, to her chest. My fingertips wandered across her skin like a roaming adventurer, and she laughed again, ticklish.
Not about to let me have all the fun, Rebecca reached for me too. The armor was already off, tossed beside the rock like a coat. The light underclothes beneath stood no chance against her hands. Worried she'd just rip them, I stripped off the shirt and pants myself first.
"Damn, nice body. I figured you'd gone soft living it up down below, packing on the lazy weight."
"Hey, is it really fair to treat me like some pathetic washout just because I dropped out mid-climb?"
"You said you were heading down to eat good food and drink. You expected me not to worry?"
"…Okay, fair."
Rebecca's hot hands mirrored mine, tracing my muscles the same way. The hands that had been roaming my arms and collarbone settled over my chest, savoring the heartbeat underneath, and the conversation drifted into something almost like banter.
She shot me a sharp look, as if scolding me for going down the Tower, then buried her face in my neck. Not a soft kiss — she bit down hard, determined to leave a mark.
Not the kind of bruise skilled women raised with their lips under the skin. She meant to leave actual teeth marks, white teeth pressing into flesh with real intent. At the same time, her waist — which had been twitching suspiciously — slammed down onto me.
"Hngh, hh— hey, that kinda hurts…?"
No romance, no mood, nothing. Rebecca just grabbed my cock and dropped her hips, taking me in. The pleasure of the head forcing its way into that tight, scorching flesh lasted only a moment. Then her teeth clamped down on my shoulder hard enough to tear it off, and a groan tore out of me on its own.
Like yanking out an arrow, she was biting a person's shoulder to hold back the scream of breaking her own hymen, for fuck's sake…!
"Ghh, that hurts for me too. Using a person's shoulder like a damn bit…!"
"I tried it when I got stabbed before — having something to bite makes it easier to take. Hey, I'm the one bleeding here. Suck it up."
I stared into those red eyes right in front of me, utterly speechless, and she made a show of looking apologetic as a pink tongue — not a speck of white coating — flicked out. No blood drawn, but a clear set of teeth marks scored into tough skin, and she licked them gently as if soothing the wound.
Her tongue was as hot as her skin, making the bite sting a little more — but every nerve in my body immediately dropped south.
A tongue hotter than skin, and inner flesh hotter than her tongue. She hadn't even started moving her hips, yet that machine-tight grip of hers clenched around me completely, like a hand trying to strangle me. If I'd been an ordinary man instead of a superhuman, I'd have worried about something snapping.
"Ugh, hnn… hey, inside… stop twitching around in there."
"How exactly am I supposed to control that?"
"An upper-grade adventurer who can't even, nngh… control her own body, hah… does that make any sense…?"
She'd rammed herself down in a fit of heat, so of course the impact went somewhere. Her upper-grade adventurer's sturdy body absorbed the aftermath, but the pain of losing her virginity found her all the same — those firm arms and legs wound around me like a vice.
I gave a slight flex in response, and even that bare twitch of my cock made her flinch and clamp down tighter. Pleasure without any hip movement at all. I wrapped my arms around Rebecca in return.
Her body was so hot it felt like leaning against a heated floor, or rubbing your hands on a hot pack in the dead of winter. Comparing her to a body pillow made of hot packs would probably be rude. She had no intention of letting go — gripping me like a vise from inside and out — which only made her feel even hotter.
"Who told you to just slam it in like an idiot?"
"Ha, shit. I shouldn't have believed those bitches."
"Don't tell me you believed the dirty talk the mercenary girls spew when they're drunk? Of all the things to take seriously…"
"They eat, they drink, and then it's nothing but sex this, sex that, so I figured it was real. Those fucking bitches."
I slid a hand down to the ass of the woman grumbling in my arms. The firm flesh filled my palm completely — squeezing only made it push back. Holding her by the hips instead of gently around the waist must have made her uneasy.
She'd figured out what I was about to do, but pride kept her from making any weaker sounds. She just tightened her grip with arms and legs. It was almost cute, the way she seemed to be warning me not to move. Of course, was there a man alive who could stay still in a situation like this?
I put strength into the hands gripping her ass and lifted that firm body lightly. Like working a fleshlight, I slowly rocked Rebecca's body — stuck tight against me — up and down. A lewd, wet sound as her hot, sticky insides released my cock.
"Hey, you… ah, hngh—"
"Careful. You'll bite your tongue."
It wasn't only pain. The voice calling my name in accusation had moisture in it.
"Talking… down to your big sister like that…?"
That Rebecca — the great and terrible Rebecca — making a feminine, fragile sound. I savored the hiccuping voice in my arms and kept working my arms steadily. The same rhythm of stimulation repeating must have helped her adjust, because there was more ease in her voice than before.
Pain fading, pleasure rising — her hips started twitching on their own, an unconscious seduction of a man.
I had no intention of letting that natural temptation slide past. I put a little strength into my arms — only to get shoved back by those soft, pale wrists. By the time I registered it, I was staring up at a clear blue sky.
"Hahh… show one weak moment and you immediately start climbing all over me…"
She'd never done this before, but she'd clearly picked up plenty of dirty talk from foul-mouthed mercenaries. She wriggled into position. The reaction was intense for one slip into casual speech in the heat of the moment — but if this was the price, I was more than willing to pay it.
She laid me down and squatted over me in a woman-on-top position. Hands braced on my stomach for balance, she started rolling her hips gently. Talented with her body in more ways than one — the awkward movements of her ass gradually picked up speed.
"Come on, 'climbing all over you'?"
"You, shit, stay still. I'm gonna wring you dry to the last drop today."
The hips that had been grinding slowly up and down got faster. Sweat began beading on Rebecca's body as it flaunted itself in the sunlight. Breasts swaying with every snap of her waist, muscles tensing hard and growing even more defined as they slicked with sweat.
No way I was just lying still watching that.
"I s-said stay stiiill, oh—"
"What man would stay still at a time like this? Big sis, you're a pro with a blade but you don't know a damn thing about men."
"This bastard for real, ahhnn…"
I reached out and pressed firmly into those writhing abs. Beyond this elastic muscle, my cock was battering her womb like a siege ram. And this soft belly wouldn't take so much as a scratch even if an orc hunter shot arrows at it all day.
Looking at it, the body was pure sex appeal — but the moment she started moving, it was a weapon of war.
Even so, she reacted strongly to something as simple as a palm pressing into her stomach. She'd been moving at such a steady rhythm I almost wondered if she was treating sex like sparring practice. Catching what seemed like a little trick to get used to the pleasure, a smile tugged at my lips on its own.
"Why… why are you smiling like th-at?"
"Looking at you like this, big sis is actually pretty cute?"
"What, you bas— kyah?!"
Rebecca flared up, thinking I was mocking her — but the words never finished.
Apparently it never even occurred to her that the man underneath would thrust his hips up into the air and hammer the entrance to her womb. The sensation of the tip of my cock pressing up into her insides, crushing soft flesh, was vivid.
A violent thrust that would have had an ordinary woman screaming and thrashing in pain. But the opponent was Rebecca — a highest-grade adventurer with a 5★ buff.
"You, youuuh, once I get used to this, I'll, I'll kill you…"
"Then I'd better kill you with my dick first."
"You, shiiit…"
True to her pride, she never once told me to stop.
Those trembling thighs, and that firm ass, started moving once more.