The Hero Pierced Something
"Thanks."
"What about the money?"
I handed a cup of tea to Lina, who was sitting at the table, and said that. I could see her face, which had just thanked me moments ago, twist into a scowl.
"I wasn't gonna stiff you even if you didn't rush me like that."
Clink.
She tossed the coins onto the rickety table Ghetto had made, like she was throwing trash. Four silver coins glinted as they rolled across the surface.
I reached out and pocketed the coins Lina offered. Then I just stood there, staring at her silently.
"W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing."
"...Well, put some clothes on or something."
As I stared openly, Lina averted her eyes and muttered that, turning her head away. I watched her for a moment before sitting down in front of her and replying.
"What a hassle. Why bother putting on clothes I'm just gonna take off again anyway?"
At my words, Lina looked at me with wide-eyed surprise. Staring into her hugely dilated pupils, I asked in a flat tone,
"You came here thinking we'd do it anyway, right?"
"D-do what?"
Lina asked Allen with a face red enough to burst. She wasn't an idiot; she knew exactly what he meant. But she never imagined a guy would bring it up so bluntly, which was why she reacted like that.
This guy's insane. A total madman.
Lina muttered that inwardly as she eyed Allen's nonchalant expression. Of course, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea herself.
She was grateful he'd saved her from those trashy Pareil goons the day before, and the way he'd swung that club around had looked kinda cool. Plus, Allen's nicely muscled body was enough to shake her composure. Just looking at his bare skin made her lower belly tingle faintly.
But hearing him say it outright like that, Lina couldn't respond easily. Nodding here would make her seem like a cheap slut.
Sigh, it's not like I haven't thought about it at all.
Lina frowned slightly at Allen. His face was as unreadable as ever—what the hell was he thinking?
For a village girl, virginity wasn't some huge deal. All her friends had experience anyway. Sure, half of them had been forced by Pareil's crew, but experience was experience.
Even if Allen had saved her this time by luck, she couldn't count on that forever. Better to give her first time to this guy she'd found kinda hot than let those dogs take it.
Get it together, Lina. This is that Allen you're dealing with.
Ironically, it was precisely because it was Allen that she hesitated. She didn't care about his background, but she knew how the villagers saw him: orphan drifter with no parents, like he carried some filthy plague.
Even Ghetto, who acted as his guardian, got the cold shoulder. If word got out she'd slept with Allen, she'd be next.
Sigh... Dad would be so disappointed, huh?
Lina pictured her father's face, more dismayed at hearing Allen had saved her from Pareil's thugs than the peril itself.
"...Or not? If I misread you, sorry. I won't walk you home."
Allen said that to Lina, who'd been agonizing. A clear dismissal. But even then, she couldn't bring herself to stand.
Leaving him now felt oddly regrettable.
This guy has zero sense of mood.
Lina bit her lower lip and glared at Allen. Her pride screamed to just go home, but as Pareil's target, the outcome was obvious. And not just Pareil—it'd be his lackeys toying with her until they got bored and tossed her aside.
Better to stick with this guy than end up like that.
Lina steeled herself, staring at Allen's bored face. Screw the villagers' stares; being his woman would keep Pareil away. And now they knew Allen was stronger than Pareil anyway—they wouldn't dare ignore him openly anymore.
"Fine. Let's do it."
"...Huh?"
"Let's do it, like you said."
Lina said it straight, face flushed, eyes locked on his.
Unexpected.
I thought that as I met Lina's direct gaze. Of course I wanted to. I'd just asked bluntly because I wasn't about to grovel for sex.
And I hadn't expected much from the question. I wasn't experienced with women, but I'd heard plenty from that bastard Crown Prince Aaron. According to him, girls hated direct approaches like this.
"You won't regret saying that?"
I stood from the chair and asked Lina.
"Y-yeah."
Her face tense, she nodded slowly while watching me.
I studied her face. I'd always thought she was pretty, but now she looked even cuter.
Keeping my eyes on her face, I started undoing my pants. My rock-hard cock was straining against my underwear like it wanted to burst free.
"...Gasp."
Lina whipped around in shock at the sight. Even from behind, her panic was palpable.
"W-who just strips like that outta nowhere?"
"Dunno, but we don't have much time. Old man's coming back soon."
"...W-what."
"You strip too. Or do you wanna do it with clothes on?"
Lina shot me a fierce glare but started undressing anyway.
"I'll be quick, so close your eyes for a sec."
I heard the buttons of her modest top coming undone one by one. Then a soft rustle as her skirt hit the floor.
Opening my slightly closed eyes, I saw Lina's back. Toned legs leading up to plump hips hugged tight by thin fabric wedged between them. A deep dimple at her slender waist created a dizzying curve.
"D-don't stare like that."
Arms crossed over her chest, she glanced back at me.
I approached her like I was entranced, reaching slowly for those ripe, round cheeks. The soft flesh yielded and reshaped under my hand.
Like kneading dough—I squeezed and released, repeating.
This is fun.
I thought that watching her shrink nervously but yield to me. Funny story: this was my first time groping a woman's body like this. Even including my previous life.
The hero who saved the world being a virgin might sound ridiculous, but it was true. I'd had chances, but my obsessive focus on slaying the Demon King kept me away from women on purpose.
What an idiot I was.
I chuckled self-mockingly. Now I got why Aaron, the crown prince back then, always called me a loser.
"What? Why're you laughing?"
Maybe because of my laugh—Lina's tense voice asked that. Her flushed face radiated heat I could almost feel.
I leaned to her ear and answered.
"Dunno. 'Cause you're cute?"
"...Y-you player."
She bristled at my words but didn't seem too mad.
Slowly, I slid my other hand toward her chest. Her arms blocked the way, but it was just a village girl's strength. A little pressure and they gave, her breasts spilling free.
Hmm, not bad at all.
Just big mounds of flesh with pale nipples. Yet I couldn't look away.
I reached out and kneaded them fully. A different softness from her ass delighted my hands. And the fun part: her nipples hardening amid that softness.
Feeling them tickle my palm, I massaged slowly.
"Haa... haa..."
Maybe from the ass and breast play—Lina's breaths grew hotter. She turned her head, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes.
Normally I'd think she was drunk, but here, that gaze made my heart race oddly.
"Ha... ah... Allen..."
She called my name, gazing up desperately, like she craved something. Her red lips parted, revealing neat teeth and a pink tongue.
Finally getting it, I pressed my lips to hers. Soft and moist at first.
But that quickly turned stimulating. Tongues tangled, her saliva wetting our mouths.
Enchanted, I went after her tongue. It dodged then thrust back, giving new pleasure.
"Haa... haat... g-good..."
Lina murmured, reaching back. Her hand fumbled over my underwear, gripping my hard cock and stroking slowly.
"Nngh!"
The novel sensation made me groan weirdly. Surprised by my reaction? Lina's eyes, locked on mine, curved into crescents.
"F-feels good? Allen?"
"...Honestly, yeah."
I answered truthfully. For some reason, it bruised my pride a bit.
I channeled that into my fingers, tormenting her nipples freely.
"Ha! Ah, that hurts... don't pinch like that..."
Startled, I pulled back. I wanted to make her feel good, not hurt.
"Touch 'em gently. That's better."
Following her words, I stimulated softer. This time, her tongue invaded more aggressively.
Alright, now here?
Even as our tongues wrestled, I sent my other hand between her thighs. Virgin or not, I knew that was the goal.
Thanks to blowhard Aaron's tales, I knew details.
...She's soaked.
Her underwear was drenched at my fingertips. Per Aaron, that meant she was turned on too.
Feeling oddly pumped, I slowly pushed her panties aside. Slipping in, the texture felt alien compared to other skin.
"Haaang!"
A totally new cry burst from Lina's lips.