A Humble, Scary-Looking Mid-Rank Adventurer Is Offered Their Bodies by Every Member of a Rising All-Female Party, Begging: ‘You Can Do Whatever You Want With Me, Just Please Spare My Companions.’ - 10

Chapter 10: The Zealot Priestess

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Balg took advantage of the moment while Sierra and the others were focused on the campfire to carry the limp Fana to the riverbank. Once he dipped her into the chilly twilight water, she snapped back to her senses immediately.

“Pffft!? Wh-what are you doing!”

“Sorry. I just needed you to wake up quickly. Besides, you should do something about your clothes.”

“Haeh? Kyaaaa!?”

Fana, now looking like a drowned rat, had her fabric plastered against her plump limbs. Her curvaceous, luscious body was exposed through the wet cloth, further reinforcing the presence of her large, swaying breasts. However, just as Balg instinctively tried to avert his eyes from the sight…

“A-choo!”

The wind blew against her wet body, causing Fana to sneeze. While washing away the dirt and scent was important, it was a bit late in the day for a dip in the river.

“Um, use this. This one is dry.”

What was draped over Fana’s shivering head was a large, slightly masculine-smelling jacket. Looking up, she saw that Balg was now shirtless. In that state, he waded back into the river with a splash and began washing his pants for the second time today.

“Is this okay?”

“I’m tougher than you. Besides, a woman shouldn’t let her body get cold.”

His tone was blunt as always. However, she understood that this was Balg’s way of being kind. Wrapped in the man’s shirt, she exposed her priestess robes to the river’s current. Mixed with the clinging mud and leaves, the stained bodily fluids were washed away. If she wrung it out tightly and let it dry a bit, she would manage to wear it again. Having finished washing his pants, Balg began washing the mud-caked nets again from scratch.

“…What were those nets used for?”

“There are fish swimming in this river. I used them to catch some. By now, they should be roasting over the campfire.”

In addition to butchering the boar, Balg had asked Sierra and the others to prepare the river fish. That was why he had needed the extra hands.

“Sierra had her blood sucked by a Mud Leech today, and you fainted, Fana. I want to avoid anemia during an expedition.”

“I see.”

Apparently, Balg assumed the reason Fana had fainted was anemia. In reality, she had simply been shocked by a misunderstanding and collapsed on her own. Fana couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the giant man discussing his mistaken deduction with such a serious face.

“…My clothes are dry enough now. Please put yours back on, Balg-san.”

“Are you sure? Honestly, that helps.”

Fana struggled back into her priestess robes, which had returned to a damp-dry state, and handed the shirt that was still warm from her body heat, back to Balg. Even with his thick muscles, standing half-naked in the twilight water must have been cold. He accepted it obediently and hurried to put his arms through the sleeves.

“Um, Balg-san.”

“What is it? Oh, don’t worry about earlier. You were probably just confused since you’d just woken up. I don’t remember a thi—”

“Did my breasts feel good?”

“Cough-hack!?”

Two fruits pressed softly against Balg’s back as he crouched by the riverbank washing the nets. Before he could process what that faint warmth was, the girl whispered gently into his ear. Seeing the obvious reaction of the man choking on his own breath, she narrowed her eyes into a satisfied smile.

“I saw it. You and Nerva… Having, um, s-sexual intercourse.”

“Wha. Th-that was…”

Restraining his body as it tried to shift, Fana nodded firmly.

“I understand. You’re a man, Balg-san, so you couldn’t endure your base desires. It’s okay. From today on, I will take responsibility and be your partner.”

“Huh?”

The wind was blowing in a very strange direction. Balg turned his face to correct her, but he was held firmly in a lock by her arms.

“It is a member of the clergy’s duty to help those who have lost their way. Please direct all of your carnal lust toward me. We can’t have you placing a burden on Nerva.”

“No, that’s not how it was—”

“You don’t have to be shy. I am well aware that all men are beasts.”

“No, listen to me, mogogogh!?”

Balg opened his mouth to argue, but a moist, damp fabric was pressed against his face. He felt warm body heat and the sensation of soft flesh from behind it. Fana was holding Balg’s head as if embracing it, pressing her chest against him.

“Hah, hah. Nnh. I can use divine arts to heal a certain amount of fatigue, you know. Nnnh.”

Fana moved as if rubbing the tips of her breasts against him. Balg couldn’t bring himself to forcibly pull her away, and could only move his arms awkwardly in distress. His exhausted “son” raised its head slightly, as if exasperated that they were doing this again. At that moment, Fana’s movements stopped abruptly.

“…Or is it that I’m not enough to satisfy you?”

“Hiie!”

Her voice was ice-cold. At the sudden drop in temperature, his son quickly retreated. Fana, who had always maintained a gentle atmosphere, suddenly looked completely different. While remaining pressed against Balg’s trembling back, she let her fingertips trail slowly along him.

“There’s no way that’s it, right? My breasts are bigger, after all. And you let out so much earlier. I can make you feel much better, you know? My body is soft, and my friends even told me I’m great to hug.”

“U-um, Fana? Fana-san?”

“Leave everything to me from now on. I will take care of your sexual desires for you.”

“No, like I said—”

“Do you dislike it? That won’t do. It’s to ensure you don’t attack the other members. Can you not be satisfied with me? There’s no way that’s true, is there?”

“Y-yes.”

The bear-like man was overwhelmed by her sheer intensity. Before he knew it, he was nodding in agreement. The moment he conceded, the previous pressure vanished, and Fana wore a flower-like smile.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now everyone in Aurora Blade can feel at ease, and you won’t have to suffer anymore, Balg-san.”

“Ye-Yeah…”

“Well then, I’ll be performing my duties every day from now on. I look forward to working with you.”

“Every day!?”

Balg couldn’t believe his ears at those shocking words. But Fana, with a light step, began walking toward the camp.

“Wait, every day is a bit—”

“Do you dislike it? That won’t do. If I don’t squeeze it out of you every day, there’s no telling who that pent-up lust might be directed toward.”

Whether she wanted to satisfy him herself or simply protect her companions….  That point wasn’t entirely clear even for Fana herself. Despite a lingering sense of unease still looming around him, Balg found himself unable to say anything. In the first place, this man was an eccentric who stuck to solo work because he was bad at building interpersonal relationships. His communication skill was basically nonexistent.

“Let’s do our best, Balg-san♪”

The girl smiled like a goddess. Balg felt as though he were being dragged further and further into a dangerous situation, and he shuddered.

“Oh, Fana. Were you at the riverbank?”

“Yeah. I tripped when I walked out after waking up. I was washing my clothes.”

“Whoa, they’re torn all the way down to your chest. Here, wear my jacket for now.”

At the campsite, Sierra and the others were moving forward with dinner preparations. Around the campfire, boar meat on skewers, river fish, and vegetables were being roasted slowly, giving off a delicious aroma. When Fana returned, Sierra and the others’ eyes widened at the sight of her clothes, which were torn wide at the chest. They hurriedly draped a jacket over her, and just as she had regained some semblance of decency, a suspicious-looking Balg returned.

“S-sorry. I’m late.”

“You were at the riverbank too, Balg-san?”

“I was washing the nets. Yeah.”

Balg nodded as if trying to convince himself. After looking at him curiously, Sierra gestured to the spot on the log next to where she was sitting.

“U-um, if you’d like, please sit here. Your feet are wet, and you’ll be cold if you stay like that.”

Sierra repeated, as if making an excuse.

“It’s better to be by the fire.”

Just as Balg felt moved by her kindness and started walking toward her…

“Balg-san is sitting here.”

“Uooo!?”

He was yanked from the side. Looking over, Fana was ushering Balg to a different log with a smile on her face.

“Wait, Fana.”

Sierra stood up in surprise at Fana’s unusually forceful movement. However, Fana sat Balg down on the log and settled in right next to him, pressing her body against his.

“If you sit next to Balg-san, you’ll get wet. In that case, it’s better for him to be next to me, since I’m already wet too, right?”

“That’s…”

Since it was a seemingly logical argument, Sierra had no choice but to reluctantly stop pushing the subject. However, she looked somewhat dejected while holding the perfectly roasted fish she had prepared in her hand.

“What’s going on?”

Looking between her companions who were acting differently than usual, Patema tilted her head blankly.

“Oh, this meat is looking good. Balg, you can eat this.”

Meanwhile, Nerva was roasting the meat innocently.

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