Chapter 81
Marian was frustrated.
"Sh… show me your dick."
"What?"
I stared at Katrin with a baffled expression. I'd assumed the favor she wanted from me was just to let her have a go once. Of course, even I had to admit it was a pretty absurd guess, but after dealing with female dwarves who threw flirty lines while jamming all sorts of things into onaholes, that kind of request felt like child's play.
"…Uh, j-just showing it is enough, right?"
"Huh? Oh, y-yes!"
Katrin's eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously at me. Honestly, her reaction left me with a twinge of disappointment, but since I'd made a promise, I started unfastening my pants without another word.
My dick, still unaroused, hung limply downward, and Katrin stared at it with wide-eyed curiosity, like she'd discovered some fascinating new specimen.
"Oho! So this is how it looks normally… Got it!"
She scrutinized my cock intently before whipping out her notebook and sketching it with quick, precise strokes. Her deft hands made it obvious she had real talent as an artist—even a glance showed that much.
"Hmm, like I thought before, it's impressive. A human cock, I mean."
I let out a hollow chuckle at Katrin, who said it all so casually. Any thoughts of fooling around with her had already evaporated; instead, a new curiosity bubbled up.
"Are dwarf cocks that different?"
"W-well… I've never actually seen one."
"What?"
I gaped at her in disbelief as her face flushed red. She made dwarf dicks all the time, and she'd never seen a real one? It was like asking a blind man to draw an elephant.
"N-no one will… go with me."
Katrin hung her head, her face full of shame. Given how dwarves had beauty standards completely opposite to humans', it made a twisted kind of sense, but questions lingered.
"Then how'd you make the last one?"
"Oh… The dwarf who commissioned it gave me the design herself."
So the bitch who'd ordered a dwarf cock from her had designed it too. No wonder it was on the bigger side for a dwarf—it must've reflected the client's fantasies.
"So mine's your first real one?"
Katrin nodded obediently at my question, and I felt a strange sense of accomplishment gazing down at her. It wasn't like taking a virgin, but her words still stroked my ego nicely.
"C-can… can I touch it?"
Emboldened by my smile, Katrin asked timidly. No reason to refuse, so I nodded, and soon her tiny hand was fumbling with my cock.
Her palms were rough and callused from working metal, delivering a fresh, gritty kind of pleasure.
"Oh! It's… it's getting bigger!"
"Isn't that what happens when you fondle it?"
I shot back at Katrin, who gasped in surprise. She ignored me, too engrossed, poking and prodding my hardening dick with wonderstruck eyes.
"Mm, yeah, this part must scrape the pussy walls for pleasure. The shape's like… like a mushroom."
She murmured as her finger traced the underside of my glans, then started scribbling in her notebook again, inspired. I chuckled helplessly at the sight. Now I got why she'd inspected my cock like a lab experiment.
"Feels weird being the only one naked here."
I remarked to Katrin, lost in her notes. I knew what she'd had in mind when she got me to drop trou, but a man draws his sword, he ought to thrust it somewhere, right?
"Huh?"
She blinked up at me in shock, then her cheeks turned beet red as realization dawned. Arms crossed, I pressed her.
"If you wanna keep staring, you gotta strip too."
"B-but…"
Avoiding my gaze, Katrin fidgeted. I pretended to pull my pants back up.
"Fine if you don't wanna."
It was bullshit, but it worked. She grabbed my pants in a panic, looking up with quivering lips.
"M-my… my gross body… y-you're okay seeing it?"
I smirked at her terrified expression. Gross? Far from it. Sure, she was petite compared to human women, but all the right parts had developed nicely. The mismatch only made her more alluring.
"I told you, Katrin—you're not ugly or gross. To human eyes, you're straight-up beautiful."
Her cheeks burned crimson at my words. As a woman, she couldn't hate the compliment. But scars from a lifetime of being called ugly wouldn't heal with a few sweet words—she hesitated to undress even as she blushed.
"O-okay… j-just wait a sec."
I grinned happily as she bolted behind the forge.
"What the hell's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
Meanwhile, in Caliban Territory, Jena glared at Saintess Marian with irritation.
She'd only stopped at her new post to switch horses. Even for a woman, riding from Lidea to Caliban with two passengers had worn the mount out badly—thanks in no small part to the saintess throwing a fit about every rest stop being "too precious time lost."
Put kindly, the horse was exhausted. Truth was, it was on the verge of foaming at the mouth. But by the time they'd swapped it out, Marian had gone weird.
"Sigh. No point now. It's too late."
"…What? Is something wrong with the Hero?"
Jena asked urgently, alarmed by Marian's bitter tone. She remembered the Hero had called for reinforcements—and specifically asked to bring the saintess. Jena itched to sprint to the dwarf city alone, but Marian looked eerily calm. No, cold—like a bomb one wrong word away from detonation.
"Heh. Problem? Oh, there's a problem. He's doing too well! First the witch, now some dwarf bitch…!! Why me? Why leave me out?!"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Jena stammered, unsettled by the saintess's unhinged shift. She wanted to ditch this nut and run to the Hero solo, but she couldn't— he'd asked her to escort Marian, and they were strategic allies besides.
"Wanna grab a drink?"
"…Huh?"
"No rush anyway. We hauled ass to get here. Time to rest, right?"
Jena had no choice but to nod at Marian's world-weary face. The Hero probably wanted her delivered in one piece.
Hm, come to think of it, Marian's soul projection is gone.
I frowned slightly at the sudden absence of her soul form. She was with Jena, so she should be fine, but it felt off that the peeping-tom saintess had vanished right now.
As I pondered Marian, Katrin peeked out from behind the forge, head only.
"I-I'm… r-ready…"
She mumbled, face half-hidden. I smiled gently— she still looked terrified I'd find her repulsive.
"It's fine, come on out, Katrin."
My cock twitched with anticipation as I coaxed her. Steel resolve in her eyes, she slowly stepped forward, baring her naked body.
Just as I thought.
I nodded approvingly at the utterly nude Katrin.