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.’ - 14

Chapter 14: Twisted Feelings

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In the end, Balg and Patema were discovered by Sierra and the others, who had set out on a search. However, the members of Aurora Blade felt no joy upon finding them. This was because Balg had collapsed and was unconscious.

“Patema, what on earth happened?”

“Nuu. It is because I entered the forest at night without thinking…”

Patema, soaking wet from the water ball, was taken under Sierra’s protection as she explained the situation.

However, she kept what had happened before Balg lost consciousness vaguely hidden. She claimed that he had been injured by a magical beast’s attack and had simply lost consciousness after exhausting his strength once Patema applied first aid. She wasn’t lying. She just wasn’t telling the whole story.

With both Nerva and Sierra working together, they carried the unconscious Balg back to the camp. An unconscious human was a notoriously difficult thing to transport. Even so, Sierra and the others brought him back to the campsite as carefully as they could.

“Patema, his wounds are okay, right? He’ll wake up, won’t he?”

They laid him down by the warm campfire. Watching Balg’s chest slowly rise and fall, Sierra turned to Patema with the same question she had already asked many times.

“He will be fine. His physical strength is simply depleted as a side effect of the medicine.”

“Just to be safe, let us apply another round of divine arts.”

Fana clasped her fingers in front of her chest and offered a prayer. Balg’s massive frame was enveloped in light, and his stamina recovered slightly. Divine arts were a miracle of the Goddess capable of healing wounds, but they merely stimulated the subject’s life force. They weren’t so convenient as to instantly awaken someone who had lost consciousness.

“Sierra, go back to the tent and rest already.”

Nerva, clutching a bundle of firewood, urged Sierra toward her bed. However, the young girl shook her head.

“No. I have to keep an eye on Balg-san.”

“You…”

Her usually obedient companion had become stubborn. Seeing this, Nerva instinctively bit her lip.

Sierra is being subjected to sexual violence by this man. And yet, why is she so fixated on him? It’s obvious. Her will to resist has been broken. 

Nerva had heard somewhere that those who suffer deep psychological trauma sometimes become submissive to the one who inflicted it.

“It’s okay, Sierra. Leave Balg to me.”

If she offered herself up, Balg wouldn’t lay a hand on Sierra. As long as she remained as his outlet for lust, the party could finish this camp in peace. Nerva told herself this repeatedly. However, there was someone else who objected.

“Please leave Balg-san to me.”

“Fana?”

It was Fana who stood up, her large breasts swaying with the movement. Since dinner, she had been strangely close to Balg. 

Don’t tell me that man laid a hand on her, too…

“Fana, it’s fine. I’ll—”

“No, this is my duty as a priestess. Therefore, Nerva-san, please stay with Sierra-san.”

There was a strange intensity in Fana’s narrow eyes. Nerva felt a sense of wrongness at the bizarre atmosphere, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. In the meantime, Fana placed her hand on the reclining Balg’s chest, checking his condition with a worried look.

“He seems to be merely sleeping now, so there is no need for concern. The three of you should rest in the tent.”

“But…”

They should just leave this man to me. 

Nerva resisted strongly without even realizing it.

I’m protecting Sierra and Patema so they don’t fall prey to this man’s poisonous fangs. Why don’t they understand that?

“—No, I shall stay.”

It was Patema who raised her hand. She spoke while wiping her wet hair with a cloth.

“The reason Balg was injured and lost consciousness lies with me. Therefore, it is only natural that I take responsibility for his care.”

“No, please leave him to me, a priestess. I am a professional.”

“I-I’ll look after him properly!”

The girls wouldn’t yield an inch. Each insisted that she should be the one to tend to Balg. Nerva watched the scene in a daze.

Don’t these girls understand anything about this man? I know firsthand the weapon he hides. 

If something like that were directed at Sierra or Patema, they would both be beyond recovery. That was why Nerva believed she had to protect them. 

That villainous thing should be mine alone—

“Enough!”

It was Sierra who raised her voice. She stood up, her eyes tinged with anger.

“Ukyu!”

“Nuah!”

Immediately after, Fana and Patema collapsed like puppets with their strings cut. Nerva was confused, not knowing what had happened. Before she knew it, Sierra had vanished. Had she done something?

“Gah!”

A sharp impact hit the side of her neck. Before Nerva could realize it was a powerful knife-hand strike from Sierra, her consciousness was also reaped away.

Sierra was a natural-born genius for martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. Exercising her talent to the fullest, she had reaped the consciousness of her three companions with movements so agile that even Nerva, a beastwoman, couldn’t track them. It was truly a waste of talent to be doing that. Her movements were nothing short of brilliant.

“I’m the one who’s going to look after Balg-san.”

Sierra whispered quietly as she dragged her unconscious companions into the tent. She isolated the three of them inside and closed the entrance so that no one would interfere.

“Balg-san. I’m the only one who knows that you’re actually a kind person.”

In front of the campfire that crackled quietly, she wore a thin smile. Beside her lay the giant man, breathing peacefully. Sierra remembered the night before. Demented with fear, she had stripped to her waist in his tent and latched onto his crotch as if attacking him. What she felt then, besides terror, was a powerful male strength.

If he exerted that, he could have forced them all into submission, yet he didn’t. Sierra understood. He looked villainous, but his heart was that of a kind man.

“The other three seem to be afraid of you, but I understand you, Balg-san. So, please feel at ease when you’re with me.”

She ran her hand over his thick chest. It was hard, trained muscle. The memories of yesterday returned vividly. This man had left an incredibly strong impression on the innocent girl. She wanted to understand him more deeply. She wanted to know everything about him. She wanted to become his closest confidant.

Unfortunately, this feeling was too distorted to be called the budding of love.

“Balg-san, Balg-san. —Nn.”

Her cherry-pink lips trailed over the man’s body. Sniffing with her small nose, she pressed herself against him, hovering over him. Feeling his presence, his touch, and his scent made her lower abdomen ache strangely. It throbbed with heat and moved with an itchy restlessness.

“But, it would be a waste right now, wouldn’t it?”

With a bewitching smile that didn’t suit her age, Sierra reached for Balg’s lower body. Even limp, the penis radiated a strong presence through the fabric. If she gave it a light stimulus, it would surely rise in an instant.

But not now. Doing it while he was still unconscious would be far too tasteless.

“I will definitely give myself to you, Balg-san.”

Sierra whispered into the ear of the unconscious man. She was certain that the day would come soon.

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