Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: So She Never Comes Back (2)
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"……."
The Hero was just staring blankly at the wall, stunned.
It was the first sound I'd ever heard from her mouth.
'Trait...'
Trait: 'Insensitive'.
The pleasure fulfillment condition tied to it: 'Settlement'.
'Feeling a bit dizzy.'
Hard to put into words, but basically, inflicting pain during the body search flips the switch.
I'd kinda guessed as much.
That's why I'd dragged out the body search for so long.
I figured it could ramp up her pleasure all at once.
Just a hunch, but luck was on my side—it hit the mark perfectly.
Without the Hand of Abstinence, I never could've pulled it off.
"Haa...".
At that moment, the Hero's lips parted, letting out a breath.
Her body trembled with each exhale.
She wasn't lunging at me in excitement like last time.
"Huu... haa...".
Instead, she just panted heavily, burying her face against the wall.
Hard to believe that raspy noise was coming from the Hero.
The woman letting out those cute, moan-laced breaths nonstop.
'This is worth trying for real.'
A satisfying sense of superiority, like I had the upper hand over this Hero.
My plan last time had been to teach shame to a Hero who didn't know the meaning of the word.
And now, the opportunity had arrived.
-Squeeze.
I tightened my grip on the hand resting on her ass.
Flesh bulged between my fingers.
The difference from before? Every time I squeezed, her waist quivered slightly.
The waist of the unbeatable Hero.
Just as expected, the Hero was now no different from any ordinary woman.
Reaping the full benefits of that prolonged body search.
"Hngh...".
Maybe from the pressure on her ass, she slowly turned her head.
Her saliva-slick lips glistened, and a faint blush colored her cheeks.
Definite signs of arousal.
I wanted to cheer, but I held back my excitement.
"...I'll continue."
I met her gaze with a calm voice.
Her usually sharp, upturned eyes were drooping just a bit.
It softened that fierce, beast-like impression of hers.
Confirming her reaction, I let my eyes drift downward again.
Her plump ass, and the hem of her skirt buried deep in the flesh.
Casually, I slipped my hand under her skirt.
"Hik...".
Startled by the sudden vivid sensation, her eyes went wide.
Warm flesh parted around my palm, her skirt clinging to the back of my hand.
My hand was trapped so tight between flesh and fabric that it was hard to move.
'Tough to grope like this.'
The squeezing sensation was incredibly satisfying, but it was the Hero who needed to feel satisfied, not me.
This way, I couldn't properly knead her rear.
So I pulled my hand out from under the skirt.
This time, I hooked my fingers on the hem buried in her flesh and tugged it free.
"...Ah...".
The Hero's lips moved like she wanted to say something, then she bit her lower lip, swallowing the words.
What was that about?
Last time, she'd ripped her own clothes to shreds without a care, and now she was embarrassed?
I'd thought this much exposure was nothing to her, not even worth a hint of shame...
Had her mindset changed in the meantime?
But if she was getting shy, that worked in my favor.
I squeezed her flesh like I was wringing it out, sliding my hand under the tight skirt hem and slowly hiking it up.
With each push, the hidden flesh beneath bulged out.
Finally, as I lifted the skirt to her waist...
Two peach-like mounds sprang free from under the fabric.
But I couldn't help being thrown off at first sight.
Not because of the sudden reveal of her ass.
Nor because of her thighs, where the fabric had frayed and flesh poked through in spots.
'No way...'
Aside from the minimal strip covering her privates, the rest was just thin straps.
Invisible from the outside.
The thing we commonly call a T-back.
'T-panties in the medieval era?'
I'd never heard of thong underwear existing in medieval times.
So that's why no panty lines were visible...
It had seemed odd.
Her skirt hugged her hips like it was about to burst, yet no lines showed through.
Normally, you'd expect panty lines to be visible.
I'd pegged the Hero as having zero interest in this genre...
Was that why her lips had been twitching?
She'd been ripping her clothes off from the first body search.
Her suspicious reactions had puzzled me, but who'd have thought she was wearing something like this underneath.
Maybe she had a hidden interest after all.
I looked up at the Hero's face.
Her eyes narrowed, gaze averted elsewhere.
Too embarrassed to meet my eyes.
Her fingers against the wall fidgeted aimlessly, like they didn't know where to go.
Where the hell did she even get something like this?
I wanted to ask her straight up, but I couldn't.
"...S-stop staring and just get on with it."
Finally, after I'd been ogling her panties, she snapped at me.
Fine, T-panties could exist in medieval times.
They were right there in front of me, plain as day.
In a world with Korean on signs and beastkin powered by magic, what's one pair of panties?
-Smack.
"Flip over."
Time to switch directions anyway, so I gave her ass a light tap.
Palm met flesh with a small popping sound.
"...Ha... mmph."
The Hero clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.
She shot me a thin glare, like why make me turn again?
But she just glared—no resistance—as she shuffled her legs around.
Unlike her usual self, her movements lacked strength.
Proof her pleasure was building steadily.
She turned slowly.
"Haat... haa...".
With each ragged breath, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Our heights were almost identical.
She was a touch smaller overall, but our eye levels matched perfectly.
But now, her head hung slightly downward.
Her body curled forward from the unfamiliar sensations wracking her.
"Why... ngh... face me again...".
She glared up at me, eyes rolled upward.
Hard to tell if it was an innocent question or a complaint.
Her voice had turned so sweetly syrupy.
She caught her own tone and cut herself off.
"...We added oral examination recently."
The newly added oral body search.
I planned to test it on her this time.
Eye contact might be scary, but stimulating various areas seemed best.
I grabbed her hunched shoulders.
They twitched at my touch.
Her pleasure gauge had built up nicely now.
It piled on with every settlement.
I gently straightened her shoulders with firm pressure.
Normally, my strength wouldn't budge them, but her body was so limp and relaxed now that it was easy.
Her hidden chest thrust forward.
Judging from outside her clothes, a bit smaller than Lulu's.
But Lulu was the outlier, packing monstrous assets on her petite frame. The Hero's weren't small by any means.
For someone as active as her, they looked almost inconveniently large.
Now our eyes finally met properly.
Her face, three handspans away.
"Huu...".
Her cheeks burned with a deep flush.
That fierce glint in her eyes had softened completely.
Her pink lips, slick with saliva, twitched faintly.
Strands of sweat-damp hair clung seductively to her mouth.
'......'
I found myself scrutinizing her face inch by inch.
Because...
'I knew she was pretty, but...'
Even with that venomous glare, she'd been stunning. But now? My heart clenched tight just looking at her.
Where had that vicious psychopath Hero gone? In her place stood a woman I'd never seen before.
I could only stare in silence.
"...What're you doing."
As if reading my mind, her lips parted.
"Ah, sorry."
Whew... snap out of it.
This wasn't the time to gawk.
I had to satisfy her and send her packing ASAP.
"Interlock your fingers and put your hands on your head."
I steeled myself.
Selena's coming tomorrow. Wrap this up quick and prep for that.
"Interlock... fingers?"
"Yes."
At the unexpected phrase, she trailed off.
Far from clasping her hands, she clenched and unclenched them, hesitating.
What? Putting interlocked hands overhead isn't embarrassing.
Anyone can do it.
My gaze drifted a bit lower from her face.
Her groin, visible under the hiked-up skirt.
Stockings obscured it, but aside from that tiny patch of fabric, there was next to nothing.
Interlocking fingers couldn't be harder than exposing that...
Then her hands started to move.
Slowly, she interlocked them.
"......".
Slender fingers that seemed too delicate for wielding a massive greatsword, palms rough and callused from endless training.
"...Hero?"
"Yes...".
She gripped her opposite hand like she was savoring it.
"Not my hand—your hands together."
"......".
-Grind.
A grinding of teeth from the Hero's mouth.
And at the same instant, her face... flushed bright red.