Chapter 4: The Saintess's Breasts Taste Like Plums

"Let go of me! Let me go, you crazy bastards!"

I screamed and thrashed wildly, but the mercenaries' rough grips didn't budge an inch. The leader twisted my arms behind my back and pinned them there, while the youngest one—who'd been staring holes through my chest—wrapped his arms around my waist and let out a sleazy breath.

"Ahaha! You've got some fight in you, Saintess. Hope you'll wriggle just like that in the back alley later?"

They shoved me roughly out the back door of the inn. Clank—the door slammed shut, and the rowdy noise from inside faded away. Instead, my nose was assaulted by the stench of rotting food waste, damp mold, and the beasts' musky body odor licking at my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nape.

The alley was pitch black. The moment I was tossed into the darkness where not even faint light reached, a red warning window flashed before my eyes.

Forced battle? Are you kidding me?!

My heart pounded like it was about to explode. Saintess Dea? Demon King subjugation? Who cared about that crap. Just hours ago, "battle" was as alien to college freshman Sodohui as little green men. I was just an ordinary girl who'd never even thrown a proper punch.

"Alright then, let's see what our Saintess 'swordswoman' is made of. What's got our youngest so worked up under that flimsy rag?"

The leader grinned sleazily as he drew a dagger from its sheath. The cold blade scraped lightly down near my collarbone. A chill ran through me, every hair standing on end.

"G-get away... Don't come closer! I-I have the Holy Sword Erilos too!"

I fumbled with trembling hands for the holy sword at my waist. But my fingers shook so badly I couldn't even grip the hilt properly. The mercenaries burst out laughing, clutching their bellies.

"Hahaha! Holy Sword? Man, that sword's crying right now! What're you gonna slice with those shaky fingers? Might as well use 'em to unbuckle my pants instead."

"Boss, look at her. Shaking like a newborn puppy. So damn cute I could die."

The youngest snickered as he stepped forward. From behind the leader with the dagger, he waggled his fingers lewdly, then suddenly lunged for my chest.

"Hey, Saintess. Be good and I won't make it hurt."

"Aaak! Don't!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and swung my arms wildly. But my attack power 10 cotton-candy punch sliced empty air before even grazing his chest. Instead, he snatched my wrist and slammed me against the wall.

Thud!

"Ow...!"

Pain shot through my back from the hard wall. At the same time, the youngest's face loomed right in front of mine. His hand roughly grabbed the chest of my tight cloth outfit.

"Whoa, for real. Doesn't even fill my palm. Why's something this flat so damn hot?"

"Ugh... Let go, you pervert!"

Humiliation surged to the top of my head. But regardless of my will, the system coldly foretold my defeat. A level 1 total scrub saintess versus three armed mercenaries? Impossible from the start.

Someone... please, anybody help!

I screamed inwardly. I'd figured as the eroge protagonist, I'd face this someday—but not like this, powerless in a back alley getting ravaged by nameless extras. That wasn't in the script!

"N-no! Aaak!"

The youngest's fingers tightened on my chest. The rough calluses pierced straight through the thin fabric into my sensitive skin. This wasn't mere touching. It was violent defilement.

"Haha, so soft and squishy. Thought there was nothing there from the look, but damn, it jiggles in my hand like crazy."

"Ugh... S-stop...!"

Savoring my screams, he mashed my chest with his whole palm, rubbing in circles. Each time, the taut fabric scraped roughly over my nipples.

"See, Saintess? Mouth says no, but your body's honest. This tip's already hard, poking my palm."

"No... Stop...!"

I desperately shook my head and flailed my arms, but the leader pinned them to the wall with a sleazy grin. Immobile, the youngest's touches grew bolder. No longer satisfied with over-clothes, he crooked his fingers like hooks toward my cleavage.

"Hey, kid! Enough teasing—strip her already. Let us have a look."

"Boss, just a sec. Her tiny tits feel so chewy on my fingertips."

Riiip—an ominous sound, and the fabric over my chest slid down. Cool air hit my exposed skin, tears of shame welling up. No proper underwear in this world—my meager chest lay defenseless before their lecherous gazes.

"Ooooh..."

The mercenaries' exclamations shattered the alley's silence. Now unhindered, the youngest's fingers directly violated my pale flesh. Each scrape of his dirty nails around my sensitive areola sent jolts through my body.

"So tiny. Like unripe fruit. Makes me wanna touch it more."

He pinched and lifted my nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Aaaah!"

A scream burst out. Pain mingled with an inexplicable heat surging from my lower belly. My mind blanked white from the raw, first-time sensation.

I don't need points like this...! Somebody, please...!

Tears streamed down my cheeks. The youngest leaned in to lick them, while his other hand crept up my inner thigh.

Their ragged breaths filled my ears. Total defeat. Without a single proper fight, I was moments from becoming these nameless mercenaries' plaything in this dark alley.

"Ahaha! Check out this pink. Boss, she's the real deal!"

The youngest's voice cracked with excitement. His rough fingers kneaded my small, tender chest like clay. Dirty nails ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dug into pale skin, mashing and squeezing. He even forced my meager breasts together to make fake cleavage and rubbed it.

"Ah, aaaah...! Hn, don't...!"

I turned my head in shame, but the hot pressure from his grip hammered my heart. He buried his face in my chest, panting roughly. His bulging pants pressed hard against my thigh, asserting its presence.

"Damn... Can't take it. Saintess, your tits... so small they fit in one bite. Look how stiff they are already!"

He flicked and twisted my nipple. A sharp electric signal shot up my spine to my brain.

It was horrifying. In reality, I'd call the cops and carry the trauma forever. But this raw male desire pouring onto me—not from a screen—twisted something inside me strangely.

Why... why does it feel like this? Those eyes...

Not seeing me as just a "Saintess" symbol, but a beast desperate to devour me. The fact that my flat chest—mocked in reality—was breathlessly arousing to someone paralyzed my reason.

"Hnn, ugh... Ah..."

The moan leaking from my lips shifted tone. Shameful, filthy enough to cry, yet this fullness prickling from my nipples—what was it?

Each mash reminded me my small chest couldn't fill his palm, oddly soaking me in a weird mood.

"Boss! Look at her! Eyes glazing over! She's already feeling it!"

"Heh heh, saintesses gonna saintess. Mouth says no, tits say yes!"

The leader's sleazy laugh rang out, but my senses focused on the youngest's fingertips. His lewd praises as he ravaged my chest seeped like poison, pickling my brain.

A strange wetness soaked between my thighs. My body reacted to the dirty mercenary's touch. No—beyond reaction, becoming the object of overwhelming desire warped my twisted self-esteem into bizarre pleasure.

"Haa, haa... More, touch me more... Ah, no! Stop... Uwaaah!"

A pleading moan burst from my lips like a lie.

"H-haa... Damn it, get a grip...!"

My mind flashed white. Each twist and pinch on my tiny sensitive nipples snapped my thoughts. I bit my lip to stifle moans, but the brain-scratching pleasure shoved my reason to the brink.

Think, Sodohui! Can't just take this lying down!

I shook my blurring vision, desperately rummaging game knowledge. But everything surfacing was hopeless. "Sacred Realm Opening" buried in the skill tab? Grand name, but it rampaged mana to force enemies into heat while leaving me defenseless in ecstasy—a suicide bomb.

Use that and it's a real gangbang bad end with these beasts!

Status showed attack 10, defense 10 mocking me. No option to fight and win. Only "escape" left, but with the leader nailing my arms to the wall, struggling was pointless.

"Hnng! Ah, ang! Ugh...!"

Then, his fingers swept under my breast, plunging in. The horrific scrape of dirty nails was followed by frictional heat wrapping my body. My hips twisted involuntarily to his touch.

"Boss, look! Just tits and her bottom's already soaked?"

"Hehehe, saintess mana craving essence like crazy. Nice score, kid?"

The leader's crude laugh slapped my ears. Their blatant gazes raked my exposed torso and trembling thighs. Next was obvious. Forced defeat event locked in—I'd be their cumdump in this filthy alley, game over.

No... there's one way.

I panted, locking eyes with the youngest. His were lost to reason, filled with greed on how to torment my meager chest more.

Eroge mechanics. All NPCs have "satisfaction" meters. Especially event extras obsess over specific parts.

This guy's obsessed with my chest.

Go all-in. Better than half-assed resistance triggering rape—perfectly snipe his fetish to "neutralize" him. Distract him with my chest for that split-second escape window.

"Haa... ha... Hey, kid..."

I called in a trembling voice. He flinched, looking up. Forcing a sultry, lewd smile past burning shame,

"That enough... just rubbing over clothes? You like my tits that much?"

"...W-what?"

"Do it... more blatantly. Let me feel how excited you get from my chest... with your body."

Words so bold I doubted they came from me. But instant effect—his pupils dilated double, ragged breaths heaving. His grip on my chest tightened fiercely.

A bit more... make him my chest's prisoner...!

Tears pooling, I didn't resist—instead, I pushed my chest deeper into his palm. His sleazy male lust covered my precious skin, but I bet everything on this lewd gamble.

"Hnn, ugh... Haa..."

I raised my trembling hand. My slender fingers overlaid his. As he hesitated in confusion, I gripped tight, yanking his hand deeper onto my flat chest.

"Ah, n-no, Saintess? What're you—"

"Shh... Harder, knead me harder... You like my tits, right?"

Guiding a man's hand to defile my own skin. For virgin Sodohui who'd never even held a guy's hand, the shock burned my brain. Sleazy sweat, rough palm texture, blatant lust aimed at me.

First time... someone wants me this badly.

"Whoa... jackpot! Saintess herself...!"

The youngest shrieked in ecstasy, ravaging my chest fiercer. My worthless flat chest—a real-life complex—he treated like the world's greatest treasure, tenderly yet destructively devouring it. Flesh squirted between fingers, shape mangled under his brute force. Painful, but the pleasure blooming at its end was unnaturally sweet.

Ah... so happy...♡ Someone who loves these small tits...

I jolted at the unconscious lewd thought.

No, that's not me!

This insane eroge system and "Saintess" body corrupting my mind, surely. But even denied, my body twitching to his touch couldn't lie.

"Haa, haa... Can't hold back. Saintess, your scent's killer. Smells like plums."

Not satisfied with hands, he growled beastly, shoving his face into my chest. Hot, wet breath poured over exposed skin.

"W-wait, ah! Haaang!"

No time to stop him. His lips engulfed my small pink nipple whole. Rough, slimy tongue rolled the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sensitive tip, sucking hard—my body arched like a bow, scream erupting.

"Slurp, smack! Lick... Ugh, so tasty! Boss, check it! Tiny tits fit perfect in my mouth—the texture's insane!"

Like a starving kid nursing, he ravaged my meager chest, slurping wildly. Obscene wet sounds filled the dark alley. Head against the wall, I stared blankly at nothing. My chest glistened, defiled by his saliva.

Horrific, vulgar, moral ruin. But my mana reacted to his greedy suction, firing unprecedented stimulation up my spine.

"Sluuurp, smack! Haa, haa! Driving me crazy!"

Reason evaporated, he acted pure beast—lips wide, sucking flesh deep. Pop!—each hard pull left vivid red hickeys around my tender areola.

"Ah, aaah! Haaang! Th-there... too much, nnng!"

Hips bucked against my will. His rough tongue tormented the nipple tip relentlessly, pleasure scraping my brain to my toes. Unsated, he mauled the other breast, digging flesh between fingers.

"Saintess, tiny tits make the tongue feel so perfect! Like chewy jelly!"

He toyed like a plaything. Forcing my small tits together into cleavage, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he buried his nose, sniffing lewdly. Hot drool trailed from collarbone to cleavage, glistening.

"Hnnk, haa... Ah, no..."

Miserable. My precious chest—never shown to anyone—smeared in dirty mercenary spit, kneaded obscenely. It drove me mad. Yet paradoxically, my body screamed it was more alive than ever. Mana sparked like fireworks wherever his desire touched.

"Haa... Guys, I can't take it. Just looking at her tits gets me this hard...!"

Suddenly, he pulled his lips away. A sticky thread stretched from my nipple to his mouth, snapping. Bloodshot eyes glared down, then he roughly unbuckled his leather pants.

"Hey, kid! Already whipping it out?"

"Screw it! Her tits are too hot—gonna burst!"

Shrrk—pants to ankles. Before me appeared a "real man's" symbol I'd never seen IRL.

"...!"

Breath caught. Veins throbbing, pitch-black erection aimed at me—too massive, grotesque violence for college girl Sodohui. Sleazy musk and rigid swell pulsed threateningly before my nose.

Lie... that's attached to a human body?

No eroge graphic. Vivid pressure of living veins. Realizing this was the embodiment of the lust that ravaged my chest filled my mind with white terror and unknown thrill.

Staring at the monstrous thing rearing to devour me, I trembled, unable to even scream.