Three Men, Two Women
“Hero!”
As Dain and Yujin made their way back toward the outpost, Rillen approached them.
“Hero! I heard you’re incredible with a sword. If you’ve got time, I’d love a match!”
“Ah, r-right… Sure. When the chance comes up. Nice to meet you.”
“Oh! I haven’t even introduced myself yet. I’m Rillen! Feel free to call me that!”
“Uh, yeah. I’m Dain. Nice to meet you. Also, could you maybe lower your voice a bit?”
“Ah! Sorry!”
Rillen scratched her head, but her energetic smile never faded.
“I picked up the habit from living at the Marant training grounds.”
“The Marant Swordsmanship Academy? That place is famous for its brutal training. Lots of royal knights and adventurers come from there. You’re one of them?”
“Yes!”
“At this rate, I might be the one learning from you.”
“I barely scraped by graduation myself. Got scolded endlessly.”
Rillen turned to look at Yujin, who had been staring at her.
“Hey! You look younger than me. Mind if I drop the formalities? I’m Rillen! Nice to meet you!”
Yujin gave an awkward laugh and scratched his neck. His gaze lingered briefly on Rillen’s thighs.
“Ah, yes. I’m Yujin.”
“You really do look young. How old are you? I’m twenty-five! A bit older, right?”
Dain stared at Rillen with wide eyes. He was twenty-one—Rillen was older.
They were fortunate to have acquired horses from the village they had just passed. The relatively small unit arrived at the outpost grounds around sunset.
Whether the site had existed before or not, the carpenters had already turned the outpost into something quite substantial. Soldiers were already stationed in the watchtower, and carpenters were conducting final inspections on the newly built structures.
So this was where they would be living from now on. Though it had only been a short while, the days of camping and staying at inns after leaving the village already felt distant. As they passed the small training ground built at the rear, Dain’s eyes caught on the blacksmith’s forge. A familiar figure stood there.
“Grahn!”
He looked exactly the same as he had in Hargon. Sweat pouring down his face as he hammered iron, Grahn broke into a grin when Dain came running over.
“Haha! Even a guy like me got called here. They said they were short on people.”
“Having you here is a huge relief.”
“Just call me Grahn.”
“Come on, I can’t do that.”
“Keep adding ‘sir’ and I won’t look at your gear.”
“Ah, seriously.”
Though he laughed playfully, Grahn’s eyes were studying Dain.
“You shake something off?”
“Ah…”
“There’s light back in your eyes. Honestly, that morning, looking at you was painful.”
“Was it that bad? Haha.”
Dain scratched his head.
“How about it? After that, were you able to pull yourself together?”
“I don’t know.”
Dain let out a small sigh and glanced around. Naturally, his gaze landed on Ceres. The Saintess was listening to a female soldier explain the layout of the outpost.
“I’m just trying to hold on a little longer. As long as I can.”
“Manly. I like it.”
Grahn let out a hearty laugh.
“You grow by getting hurt. Even the days that feel like they’ll kill you—if you just keep pushing through, things eventually change. I’m speaking from experience.”
“I can only hope so.”
“Come on, you must be hungry. People were running around earlier saying they were preparing to welcome you. Head to the mess hall.”
“Lilia.”
Ceres stood facing Lilia, the prophet who had been beside the Hero back in the Hero’s Village. With her hood lowered, Lilia’s jet-black hair cascaded down her back.
“Your journey seems to be going smoothly. Already taking down three demons.”
“Yes. Everyone’s been working hard.”
Ceres recalled Dain bleeding as he desperately held the line, and Zarco with his deep abdominal wound, his insides nearly spilling out.
“That aside,” Lilia said, changing the subject. Her expression made it clear she had something to say to Ceres.
“Did something happen to the Hero?”
“Pardon? He was injured, but…”
“No, I mean his heart.”
“His heart?”
Lilia sighed.
“The weakening of his Authority could be felt even in the royal capital. I couldn’t just sit still, so I came all the way here. Saintess, you haven’t forgotten what I warned you about, have you?”
Ceres felt a pang of guilt. Zarco’s sword qi had clearly been weaker when facing Marus. She didn’t know the exact reason, but after she had exposed her chest and been fondled in front of the soldiers, his power had returned to normal—perhaps even stronger.
“But now…”
“Yes. It’s back to normal now. I’m only worried about the possibility. If something like that happens again during battle, there might not be a next time. Please stay vigilant.”
The Hero’s mental strength was directly tied to his Authority. In other words—
“…You’re telling me to listen to the Hero.”
“That’s rather aggressive. I’m simply asking you to be mindful.”
“Is that why you came?”
“That’s the biggest reason, but I also wanted to look around while I was here.”
Lilia pointed at Ceres.
“You, the Hero, and… the warrior, Dain.”
“Why Dain?”
“Because he’s a capable warrior? I’ve heard how much he’s suffered. Shouldn’t someone acknowledge his contributions? Heh.”
Lilia’s laugh grated strangely on Ceres’s ears.
“What is it? Coming all the way out here.”
Late at night, while preparing for bed, Rillen was led by a soldier to one of the buildings. It was the command post, still under construction.
“The Hero summoned you.”
“Wow, the Hero! What could it be about?”
“Who knows.”
The soldier’s lips curled upward unpleasantly.
“Hero, I’ve brought her.”
Inside the still-unfurnished command post, Rillen saw the Hero and the Saintess seated there.
“Ah, nice to meet you. You’re Rillen?”
“Yes! Pleased to meet you, Hero! Saintess!”
“Loud voice. Can you tone it down?”
“Ah, yes.”
Rillen smiled sheepishly and stepped forward. Compared to the Hero’s relaxed smile, the Saintess beside him had a heavily shadowed face and was turned away.
“Saintess, nice to meet you. I’m Rillen. Please take care of me!”
“Ah… Yes…”
Beneath her long platinum hair, even with that expression, the Saintess’s face was more beautiful than any Ceres had seen in any region she had visited. Rillen found herself unconsciously drawn to that beauty.
Just then, a young soldier entered with bedding, his face scrunched up. He dropped the bedding with a thud, as if exhausted, and rubbed his numb arms.
“Huff, is this enough, Hero… huff.”
“Why are you even asking? Just spread it out, you idiot.”
The middle-aged soldier who had guided Rillen scolded him and laid the blankets on the floor. Three men, two women. Rillen spoke as if she understood exactly what was happening.
“Ah! Is this for sex?”
The soldier spreading the blankets jumped in surprise and looked back. At the blunt word spoken in such a cheerful tone, Ceres’s face flushed red, while Zarco’s eyes sparkled with interest.
“I’ve spent a lot of time around men, so I’m used to this sort of thing. I was looking for a partner anyway, so this is perfect!”
“P-Partner? Who? Have you thought about it?”
The middle-aged soldier asked urgently. Rillen answered cheerfully once more.
“Dain and the soldier named Yujin.”
At the mention of Dain’s name, Ceres shot to her feet without thinking. It was a name she didn’t want to hear. But she quickly realized her mistake. She glanced at Zarco, whose expression had slightly hardened, then slowly sat back down in her chair.
“Unfortunately, you won’t be dealing with me.”
“Huh? Then… Ah, is it these people?”
“Why? Not to your liking?”
“No, I just got ahead of myself expecting the Hero! Of course the Hero suits a beauty like the Saintess!”
She wanted to object. She wanted to say no. But Lilia’s words kept circling in her mind.
“Thanks for saying that. Right, Ceres?”
“…”
“I thought this would be awkward, but I’m glad we’re on the same page, Rillen.”
“I’m glad to hear that! Then I’ll take my clothes off!”
Rillen yanked her top up, drawing everyone’s eyes. First came her clearly defined abs, then, as her underwear came down, her round, firm breasts. The soldiers let out admiring gasps.
“Whoa, damn…”
Her movements were without hesitation, but Rillen’s face had also flushed red. She tried to hide her awkwardness with a sheepish smile.
“I’ve taken my clothes off in front of men plenty of times, but this is the first time there’s been another woman in the same room, so I’m a little embarrassed, hehe.”
When she removed her pants, her massive, muscular thighs—completely free of fat—were revealed. Ceres found herself unconsciously touching her own soft thighs. Rillen’s movements paused slightly as she was left in only her panties, then she grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled them down.
Her lean, toned body came into view, and between her muscular thighs, her plump mound was exposed. The soldiers swallowed hard while unconsciously comparing it to Ceres’s mound, which they had seen countless times. Compared to Ceres, Rillen had more and coarser pubic hair. Her skin was a darker tone than Ceres’s pale complexion, and that area matched with a healthy color. Whether from the men’s gazes or the atmosphere in the room, the mound between Rillen’s thighs was already glistening.
“You stole the lead, Ceres.”
Zarco pulled Ceres into his arms and sat her on his lap. The soft sensation of Ceres’s buttocks against his thighs was now familiar to him. Naturally, he pulled her top down. Having already heard Zarco’s instructions, Ceres wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The soldiers didn’t seem interested in listening to Zarco’s orders. Rillen was already kissing the middle-aged soldier while offering her breasts to the young soldier as if inviting him to touch. Rillen laughed ticklishly while moving her body to make it easier for tongues to intertwine and for hands to grope her chest and body.
“Hehe.”
Rillen decided it was enough, pulled away, and lay down on the blankets, raising her hips. In front of the middle-aged soldier’s eyes, her glistening entrance and anus—wet with sweat and arousal—were fully exposed.
“Who’s going first?”
The middle-aged soldier hurriedly stripped. His erect length twitched as if it could barely hold back, and Rillen laughed cutely at the sight. Her smile was the signal. The soldier’s member pierced into Rillen.
“Hnnngh!”
Rillen accepted the length as if sucking it in, then turned back with a smile and began moving her hips and legs. Her firm buttocks bounced elastically each time they slapped against the soldier’s thighs. The soldier’s hips moved faster and faster, as if losing all reason.
At the sound of flesh slapping against flesh made by others, Ceres quietly covered her mouth. It was lewd. Rillen’s moans were unrestrained, and the man’s grunts of effort filled the room in response. Ceres, flushed red and absorbed in the sight, didn’t even notice Zarco touching her breasts.
“Ceres.”
At Zarco’s voice, she came to her senses. He was holding her skirt. Ceres unconsciously lifted her hips to make it easier for him to pull it down. Even when Ceres was left wearing nothing at all, her gaze remained fixed on the panting Rillen.
Zarco took her hand. As the naked Zarco lay down with his arm as a pillow, the act she needed to perform next flashed through her mind once more.
No matter how she thought about it, the situation was unreal. When they had left the village, she had never even imagined something like this. Two women, three men. All of them naked, exploring each other’s bodies. Ceres slowly climbed on top of Zarco.
Zarco’s member touched Ceres’s mound. The thick, long length had fallen toward his stomach, unable to support its own weight. She was still embarrassed, but being in this space made her head feel strange. Ceres grabbed the Hero’s member, stood it upright, and guided it between her thighs into her cleft.
“…Hn.”
As she slowly lowered her hips, she felt a pulling sensation in her lower abdomen along with the sensation of being completely filled. Letting out a sigh as if accepting it, Ceres instinctively rocked her hips slightly back and forth. She didn’t even realize the movement was for pleasure.