The Gatekeeper Gropes My Chest, Calling It a Body Search
The Kingdom of Hertiria, where I would settle after clearing the first dungeon, was a strategic stronghold holding the key resource that would decide the success or failure of every dungeon run to come.
That resource was the Golden Branch, obtainable through conversation with the merchants.
It was nothing more than a simple crafting material that couldn't even be equipped, but sold back at a shop, it fetched a hefty 10,000 gold.
And if you brought the clear reward item from the third dungeon to the alchemist in the fourth village, you could get your hands on equipment that remained useful all the way through the open beta's final dungeon.
"Thinking about how I sold it without knowing any of that back when I was a newbie... Haa..."
When this info first spread through the community, people used to complain it made the game far too easy.
But Hamalon's equipment came in six slots in total. Getting one endgame piece for a single slot only made clearing the game a little easier, that was all.
Besides, this was open beta — the thing had been put there in the first place as a difficulty-adjustment mechanism.
"Still, this is seriously far. Was it always this far away?"
I'd felt it even on the way to the first dungeon, but this body of Hamalon's had steel-plated stamina beyond anything I'd imagined.
Unlike a game where a single click moved you, here everything had to be traveled on your own two legs.
There were carriages, sure, but with the dungeon loot still unsold, I was short on the funds I needed.
"I wonder how badly I'll get ravaged this ti— Aaagh! What am I thinking?! I should be figuring out how NOT to get ravaged!"
Maybe it was because I'd been relentlessly ravaged back in Genesis Village and the first dungeon, without a moment's rest.
Somehow, my thoughts kept sliding off in a very strange direction all on their own.
"I mean, I do get ravaged by the two gatekeepers..."
Grope you all over with obscenely skilled hands under the pretense of a body search, grab your ass and chest hard enough to bruise — supposedly because something might be hidden in there.
What else was there... oh, right.
Ah, yes — "gotta search deep inside thoroughly," and then they hammer into you with their cocks absolutely mercilessly.
Which means every single bit of that is going to happen to me.
"Haa...♡ Haaah...♡ Why is my body... suddenly so hot?"
The more I replayed those scenes I'd only ever watched through a monitor, the warmer my body slowly grew.
No matter how hard I tried to picture the adventure that would begin in the second village...
"Nngh...♡ The moment I set foot in the village... I'll get ravaged again...♡"
...the filthy fantasies would not stop.
"Hahhh♥ This is bad... I can't do this...♡"
At some point my steps toward the village had stopped dead, and there I was, teasing my pussy through my battle suit, masturbating to recover my mana.
I planted my staff upright in the ground for a moment, then pressed a little harder and slid slowly along the seam of my pussy.
"Nngh...♡ Why am I... already... wet...?"
I'd barely started touching myself, and arousal was already dripping out.
"Is it because I was... ravaged by those High Orcs... and the goblins...? Haaahh♥"
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
My pussy and asshole had gone back to normal, and I'd assumed everything was fine — but it still felt as though several thick cocks were buried deep inside me.
"And I'm supposed to be a saintess...♡"
Hamalon had another nickname, too — the Saintess, with the characters twisted just enough that it read just as easily as shameless bitch.
And I was the one who'd coined that nickname on the forums first.
Karma catching up to me, is it?
"Nnhiit...♡ My pussy feels so empty...♡"
The words slipped out of my mouth on their own — and they also happened to be a perfectly accurate report on the state of my pussy.
It kept clenching and gaping like it wanted something, drooling arousal without pause.
My bodysuit was already drenched through on the inside, to the point it was about to start leaking out.
Squeeeze—!!
"Nnhyaaaah♥"
The instant I unconsciously pressed down on my lower belly, the sensation of my womb and pussy being squeezed tight shot up my spine and drove straight into my brain.
Something was very, very wrong here.
I could understand if I really were Hamalon. But I'm not — I'm a guy who ended up inside Hamalon's body.
And that guy can't forget being ravaged by Creature cock, so now he's in heat and masturbating on the roadside. Unbelievable.
"Hahngh♥"
I was busily pressing at my pussy, even sketching out a plan to put the ground-planted staff to use, when—
Rustle—!!
A presence stirred in the grass.
I yanked my hand away from my pussy, snatched up my staff, and played the saintess casually strolling along the road.
"Hup?"
"Oh. Just... a rabbit. Thank god..."
A tiny, adorable white rabbit hopped out of the grass, looked up at me for a moment, and then bounced on its way.
"If that had been a person, I'd have been ravaged senseless as the lewd saintess... I'm, I'm out of my mind... no, I'm a complete lunatic!"
I was supposed to feel relieved it wasn't a person. Why am I disappointed?
"I've lost it... I've genuinely, truly lost it. Getting ravaged by goblins and High Orcs must have scrambled my brain. Or else... or else... if that's not it..."
As I struggled to banish the lewd thoughts cramming my head, the staff standing perfectly upright caught my eye.
"Should I... give it a try...?"
My body wanted it so fiercely that I simply couldn't hold back any longer.
In the end I sat down in the open field, raised one leg, and pressed down hard on my pussy over the bodysuit.
Tearing it open would burn Divine Power for nothing.
Scrreeeach—!!
"Hahhhh♥ M-my finger... it went in...♡"
The battle suit turned out to be reasonably durable — it took some effort to push a finger through. But it was stretchy too, so even with my finger buried deep inside, wrapped snugly in the fabric, it kept its shape perfectly.
"Hahhnn♥"
It was maddeningly inconvenient, though.
Even when I wanted to finger myself deep, the suit meant only a knuckle or two made it in.
But I couldn't tear it. Wasting Divine Power on a bit of masturbation was out of the question.
This was all to conserve Divine Power and recover my still-not-fully-restored mana through self-pleasure at the same time.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!!
"Hyaaaahn♥ Why does it feel so gooood...♡"
A few strokes of my finger in and out, and my tongue came completely loose.
If anyone laid eyes on me like this, they'd be horrified.
Or maybe... they'd call me a pervert who masturbates in broad daylight, and fuck me absolutely senseless...?
"Nnngh...♡ W-with the staff...♡"
Just like in the cave, I rubbed my pussy with the cold, hard staff. But the stimulation was far weaker than it had been back then.
Just as I was deciding that fingering was better after all, the round, blunt tip came into view.
Screeeeech—!!
"Hyaaaaah♥"
Before I knew it, my hand moved on its own, shoving the staff deep into my pussy.
Wrapped in the stocking, the cold metal barely registered against my walls at all.
Is this what it feels like to get pounded by a condom-wearing cock?
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—!! Screeeeech—!!
"Hiihiik♥ Why does this feel so gooood♥"
It was far longer than my fingers, so when I pressed, it drove deep into my pussy again and again, still wrapped snug in the fabric.
Thanks to that, I could stir it around to stretch my tight walls open, and grind down hard, mercilessly pressing on all my weak spots.
"Hehunn...♡ If it feels this good... that's cheating...♡"
At this rate, the staff could never be a weapon again.
It had become the hardest, coldest, most deliciously rigid dildo in existence.
"Nnhiit...♡ J-just a little more...♡"
I was so close to coming that the hand gripping the staff sped up — and then the fabric's elasticity pinged it right back out. In the process it crushed my walls so ferociously that my hips bucked all on their own.
"Hahhnnn♥"
The moment my pussy, aching at the sudden emptiness where the staff had been, began to clench and gape, I shoved two fingers back inside.
"Haa... Hahng♥ H-how...♡ I'm, I'm gonna... cuuum♥"
Squiiiiiirt—!!
And so I sprayed, right there in the middle of an open field with nowhere to hide.
"Hahhngh♥ Staff masturbation... complete...♡"
This staff was, without question, the ultimate tool for mana self-recovery.
By the time my body had finally settled down, I was walking on two legs toward the Kingdom of Hertiria once more.
Every step squelched with the arousal pooled inside me, and its thick scent rolled over me, distinctly heavy, with every breath I drew.
If they searched me in this state, the gatekeepers would only get more excited about pounding the pervert who dripped pussy juice everywhere.
"Well... there's a chance it won't come to a search like that."
After all, I was a saintess with credentials to prove it.
If I simply stated that I had come to fulfill my duties as a saintess, what gatekeeper would dare block my path and ravage me?
In the game there was no such option — getting ravaged was the only route — but this world didn't run on game systems.
Which meant I could hold a conversation freely, was the point.
"First thing after I get inside, I'm finding an inn and resting. My back is killing me."
Between the Creatures' brutal ravaging and masturbating in that bizarre position, my lower back throbbed pretty badly.
"And there's the castle gate at last."
After pushing on without a single break, the tightly shut gate and the two gatekeepers standing guard before it came into blurry view.
As the distance closed, their figures sharpened — two powerfully built men.
Big-dick faces, for starters.
They had fairly large noses, after all.
"So that's why Hamalon was screaming her head off, insisting she couldn't take any more."
Whenever I watched Hamalon getting ravaged, my eyes stayed glued to her — I'd never paid much attention to the cocks buried deep inside her.
And now two big-dick faces like those might, if things went sideways, end up inside me.
"Uuu...♡"
A shiver ran down my spine, and a lewd little sound slipped out all on its own.
"I've seriously become a female, haven't I..."
Shaking my head, I came to a stop before the gatekeepers — and, exactly as predicted, they crossed their spears in an X to bar my way.
"Halt. H-Halt, please."
"Beyond this point lies the royal castle of Hertiria. If you wish to enter, state your identity and the purpose of your visit."
Naturally, they demanded my identity.
"I am Hamalon, a saintess. I intend to visit the Kingdom of Hertiria in order to fulfill my duties as a saintess."
That was a pretty solid answer, if I said so myself... so why do their faces look ready to explode?
"You dare impersonate a saintess?"
"Got some nerve on you, don't you, bitch."
Huh? This isn't how it goes.
Things had diverged completely from my expectations from the very start, and I watched the two gatekeepers' reactions in open bewilderment.
"No word was sent that a saintess would be visiting Hertiria castle."
They'd been speaking with perfect courtesy just moments ago, but suddenly their faces flushed red and their speech turned coarse and rough.
"Um... I really AM a saintess...?"
"This bitch, still at it!"
"We begin the body search at once."
"Whaaat?!"
In the game, the gatekeepers never launched into a body search under these circumstances.
There, their brains consumed by lust, they pounced like beasts even before Hamalon ever revealed her identity.
I'd been pleased when the conversation flowed differently from the start — but in the end, the destination was the same after all.
"If you'd just hear me out for a moment—"
"Shut it. I'll search the front, you take the back."
They nodded to each other's faces and lumbered toward me.
"Like I said, if we could just talk—"
"And what's inside this, hmm? Carrying a bomb in, are you?"
GWAAAH—!!
"Hahngh♥"
The moment the gatekeeper who'd stepped up in front seized my chest roughly with both hands, a moan spilled out of me before I could stop it.
And at that, the gatekeeper's lips curled into a lecherous smirk.
No, seriously — at this rate, I am straight-up screwed.