Attempting Roleplay
After wrapping up my work with the Support Team that afternoon, I headed down to the underground training center. I was about to go straight to Lamia, my assigned charge, when the instructor suddenly called me over.
"Seha? Come see me for a moment."
"Yes, Instructor."
I followed him into the break room. He mixed me a cup of instant coffee and sat down across from me.
"So, have you given it some thought?"
"It seems fine enough, but the moment I imagine myself actually becoming a party leader, I get a little overwhelmed."
"In that case—how about you take charge of guiding the new recruits during the upcoming practical exercise?"
"Me? Wouldn't that be a problem? I don't have any experience."
"You've seen how the supervising instructors handle things during practice, haven't you?"
"Well, yes, but… and besides, I can't manage aggro. If I go in, I'll just get in the way of the exercise."
"Hmm. Right, there was that issue."
Exactly. Setting everything else aside, the moment I entered a gate with them, every last beast would come straight for me—and the whole practical could fall apart.
The exercises were meant to give the newcomers real combat experience, but they were also the process by which their stats were properly assessed.
"Then just monitor from the outside. Whether they're rookies or veterans, simply watching will still be useful in its own way."
With the new recruits, I could pick out their mistakes and take them as cautionary examples. With the veterans, I could observe seasoned reconnaissance technique—equally helpful. Games worked the same way. If you couldn't run a raid yourself, the least you could do was watch videos of how other parties cleared it.
"Understood. Thank you for always looking out for me."
"Don't mention it."
After finishing with the instructor, I went to Lamia.
She was wearing a black hooded zip-up and matching black dolphin shorts, the hood pulled deep over her head even though we were indoors.
"Hello, Instructor."
"Hello. Getting used to controlling your energy?"
"Could you take a look?"
"Of course."
Lamia held out her hand and formed a butterfly of pure flame, then set it dancing through a series of intricate motions. We were in the underground training center, so there was no way to test real destructive power, but if she could handle it with this level of precision, she wouldn't have any major problems in actual combat.
The Dark Elf skill boosted not only agility but, as secondary effects, intelligence and magical talent as well. Since Lamia's class was magic-oriented, she was reaping those benefits in full.
After a while of working the butterfly, she suddenly spoke.
"Martial arts and things like that… you have no choice but to train them yourself, right?"
"Hard to say. I can handle close combat myself, but those abilities came through my class, so I don't really know any other way to acquire them."
"If you could just get a skill for it, that would be the simplest route, wouldn't it?"
"Probably. Training every little thing by hand takes forever."
"I thought as much."
Had she heard about the skill Han Seol-ye received? New Moon Dance was a pretty solid skill—of course she would want something like it.
Come to think of it, Im Hana could use another appropriate skill as well. Something that would further strengthen her original class as a healer.
Subculture was overflowing with saintess characters. Handing her a suitable one wouldn't be a bad idea. Of course, that would mean asking her for another favor.
"You seem fairly proficient with one butterfly now. How about increasing the number? If you can run two at once—one for offense, one for defense—that would be quite useful."
"I'll give it a try."
Honestly, just mastering a single butterfly already put her well past what anyone expected from a newcomer. There was a reason the instructor had named her the most likely standout of this entire cohort. There was also the tanker I'd taught, but if she could split two butterflies between attack and defense, comparisons like that would become meaningless.
Once she learned the knack of running two separately, scaling the number up after that wouldn't be a problem either.
I finished the day's work and training, went home, and fell asleep almost the instant I hit the bed.
As always, she appeared. Judging by the look of her, today was another ordinary-person character day.
"Hold on a second. There's something I need to ask."
"What is it?"
"Would you happen to have a saintess—or something along those lines?"
"…"
Her face crumpled.
"Do I look like a skill-dispensing vending machine to you?"
"Ahem. Come on, of course not. I was just thinking, you know—while we're at it."
"Hmph."
She muttered something under her breath too quiet for me to catch, then snapped her fingers.
The background shifted into the interior of a grand, old-fashioned castle. Judging by the varied spires visible through the windows, this was some kind of medieval-ish fantasy setting.
When I turned back from the window, she was already looking at me in a new form.
A classic blonde elf—except she was nothing like the slender, delicate elves people usually imagined. Her figure was so voluptuous that the word itself seemed to have been drawn in living flesh.
Her breasts, in particular, were on another level. Bigger than her head, and somehow they still defied gravity, nipples pointing skyward. Truly, long live fantasy.
"Wow. That's incredible."
"I knew it. Your tastes are painfully predictable."
"Ahem. You pulled this out so fast—did you prepare it in advance?"
"Shut it. Be silent."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now then. Come here."
"Wait! Hang on a second."
"What now?"
Annoyance settled over her face the moment I stalled instead of approaching at once.
"You told me before, didn't you? That only characters with an established narrative are possible."
"I did."
"Which means this character has a narrative as well, right?"
"She does."
"So here's what I'm thinking. Instead of just diving straight into the act, how about we try some role-playing this time?"
"You mean build a scenario around this character's story and enjoy it that way?"
"Exactly. You're quick."
"Hmm."
Switching characters every time was fun, but even that would turn into a rut if it kept repeating.
"Doesn't a story make everything better?"
"Well… you have a point."
She agreed more readily than I expected and proceeded to lay out the narrative she had prepared for this character.
The new persona was none other than the empress of an empire steeped in history and tradition. Not some run-of-the-mill saintess, either—a High Elf known as the incarnation of a goddess.
But at last a dark cloud had fallen over the empire. Hostile forces had brought it to ruin, and she had been captured by the enemy.
"Uh… something about that sounds exactly like the plot of a certain kind of eroge."
"It is an eroge."
"…"
I thought for a moment, then noticed something off.
"Hold on. If she's called the incarnation of a goddess, why did the empire fall in the first place?"
"Wielding a goddess's power without restraint goes against her creed."
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"How should I know? If it weren't that way, there'd be no reason for a noble High Elf empress to get captured and toyed with by her enemies, would there?"
"Ah. So that's how it is."
"That's how it is. Honestly, the way I keep handing things out to you wouldn't look especially coherent to anyone else either, would it?"
"Well… true enough."
"Exactly."
Coherence was honestly beyond me at this point, but at least I understood the flavor of the narrative.
With that setup in place, we began the roleplay.
The noble High Elf empress sat perched on the edge of the bed, trembling. I stepped up behind her and pulled her garments down.
"Hhk—!"
A small cry escaped her as those lavish breasts spilled free. Breasts of that size would normally invite words like "grotesque" more readily than "beautiful"—yet the High Elf, incarnation of beauty itself, shattered that prejudice in an instant.
"So this is the bosom of the noble High Elf empress, the very incarnation of a goddess."
I buried my nose in the golden hair that spilled like light itself and seized her breasts from behind.
"…"
Her body shuddered. She was enduring the humiliation, no doubt.
"Truly the finest of breasts. This size, this elasticity… all that carefully cultivated flesh is finally in my hands."
Still the empress did not speak. Even as her breasts were ruthlessly fondled, she refused to let out so much as a single soft moan.
"Hmph."
I snorted and shoved her down onto the bed.
She lay prone, looking back at me. Her full breasts were completely exposed, yet she made no move to cover them.
"This hardly seems the time for you to be clinging to your pride."
"What are you trying to say?"
"If you keep acting so stiff, what do you think will become of those subjects of yours down below?"
"…"
She bit her lip again. The power of life and death over her people rested, without question, in the hands of this wicked man.
I dragged her from the bed and forced her into a nearby chair.
"Spread your legs."
"…"
The empress trembled and averted her eyes, but reluctantly parted her thighs.
"First I need to confirm whether you're still a virgin. Spread yourself open as well."
"D-don't say such vulgar things."
"If you don't want me to say it twice, then do it."
"…"
After a moment's hesitation, the empress parted her undergarments, exposed herself, and used her own fingers to open the way and show me.
"A virgin, just as I thought. Living all those long years without ever knowing a man… in a way, it's almost pitiful."
"Kh—!"
I sat facing her and continued.
"You are reuniting with a lover you have not seen in ages. Think of it that way, and kiss me."
"…"
The empress shook with humiliation—until a scream from outside the window made her startle and throw herself into my arms.
And then she kissed me with desperate earnestness.
Her enormous breasts cushioned the space between us as she kissed with all the fervor of a woman greeting a long-lost beloved.
"Is this… enough?"
She was out of breath. Watching her pant shallowly sent heat surging lower without any effort on my part.
I seized her breasts at once and began to suck.
"Hhk—!"
When I teased a nipple with my tongue, she fought desperately to hold back her increasingly ragged breathing.
After indulging myself thoroughly with her breasts, I gave her another order.
"Magnificent breasts. Comfort my cock with them as well."
"What do you—"
Before she could finish protesting that she didn't understand, I forced her down and nestled my cock between those soft mounds.
She looked bewildered for a moment—until another scream from outside made her school her features into resignation and begin serving me earnestly with her full breasts.
When I'd tried this once before in the bathroom with the glasses character, it hadn't felt like much. With someone this well-endowed, though, the sensation was entirely different.
They said one of the softest places on a woman's body was her breasts.
And these were not merely soft—they were enormous and springy besides. Breasts that could only exist in fantasy.
"Suck it."
"…"
The empress squeezed her eyes shut and took me into her mouth.
Any woman who threw herself into a blowjob tended to look a little less pretty while doing it. Especially if the partner was large—getting the whole thing past her lips meant stretching her jaw as wide as it would go.
Yet even in the middle of it, the beauty of the empress looking up at me remained undiminished. Truly the incarnation of a goddess. No circumstance could ruin that peerless loveliness.
Which only made me want to ruin her all the more.