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.’ - 17

Chapter 17: The Kind Priestess ♡

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Having achieved a grand haul of both a bear and a deer, the group returned to the campsite and immediately set about preparing dinner. Although it was still a bit early to call it twilight, they doubted they would have enough time if they spent it all butchering two large kills.

“Heave-ho.”

Nerva tossed the deer into a clear, abundant stream. By rapidly cooling the body this way while draining the blood, they ensured it wouldn’t rot from the warm interior.

“There we go!”

“Whoa!? Hey, you splashed me!”

Right next to her, Balg tossed the bear in. When that massive frame hit the water’s surface, it naturally kicked up a tremendous spray. Nerva, catching it head-on, pricked her ears up and let out a shriek.

“S-sorry. I’m always alone, so I didn’t notice.”

“Tch.”

Balg apologized profusely. Nerva clicked her tongue. Watching the two of them, Sierra arrived carrying the butchering knives, looking exasperated.

“You’re going to be covered in blood after this anyway, so what does it matter?”

“That’s not the point.”

After cooling and bloodletting in the stream, the actual butchering would begin. Once that started, they wouldn’t have the luxury of worrying about being a little wet. They would be soaked in water and drenched in blood. It was going to be a mess regardless.

Sierra lined up the knives on the riverbank and put on her butchering apron. Nerva followed suit and began her preparations. Back at the campsite, it seemed Patema was starting the campfire and putting water in a pot.

Now then, time for me too…

Balg thought, reaching for the largest apron, when a voice stopped him.

“You can’t do that, Balg-san.”

It was Fana. Her attire, a day after their departure, had changed considerably. She had added bold slits to the hem of her priestess robes, and the chest was opened wide. She claimed it was to ensure mobility and breathability, but for Balg, a healthy adult male, it was difficult to know where to look. Her large breasts were already undeniably prominent, and he carried the memory of being unable to resist them. Whether she knew his inner thoughts or not, Fana approached, her voluptuous body swaying. She grabbed Balg’s thick hand and started walking.

“H-hey. Where are you going?”

Nerva called out to Fana, who had suddenly appeared and was trying to lead Balg away.

“I’m just going to check on his wound. It might take a little while, so could you two handle the work?”

With a bright smile, Fana led Balg away. Once the wound was brought up, no one could talk back. After all, a bandage was still wrapped around Balg’s shoulder.

“I guess we have no choice. Do you think both of us can handle the butchering?”

“Hmph. We’re more than enough even without that guy.”

Sierra’s shoulders slumped a little in disappointment. Nerva snorted and rolled up her sleeves.

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“H-hey, Fana.”

“Please sit here. Relax. Oh, and take off your clothes, please.”

They were in the shade of a thicket, a short distance upstream from the butchering site. Fana invited him there and had him sit on a fallen tree. Balg was on guard, but the priestess girl proceeded with her duties in a businesslike manner with a serious expression. She ran her hands over the man’s well-trained physique, carefully removed the bandage, and examined the wound. Then, she meticulously applied an ointment to prevent suppuration and rewrapped him with a fresh bandage.

Fana’s careful treatment made Balg feel ashamed of himself. Even though that incident had happened the other day, she was earnestly worrying about his well-being as a priestess. He wondered what he had been so afraid of. It felt disrespectful to her.

Squish.

“Wha—!?”

At that moment, a soft, warm sensation was suddenly pressed against his back. A smooth feeling against his bare skin with nothing to separate them. Balg realized immediately what it was.

“Fana!? Wh-what are you—”

“It’s part of the treatment. Hehe.”

She whispered into his ear. The girl’s hot breath made the man shudder. Fana pressed those magnificent womanly weapons—which didn’t fit her frame—against him so hard they changed shape. He could feel the soft flesh even through the thick fabric. Balg hesitated on whether he should turn around. That created a fatal opening.

“Whoa!?”

“Mnh… ♡ Balg-san, as I thought, a lot has built up after just one night. I have to vent this poison before it’s directed at the other girls.”

“It’s… It’s fine, really—”

“No, it’s not. Leave it to me.”

Fana’s hand slid into Balg’s pants from behind. Her hand, creeping in as smoothly as a snake, touched his member. It was already hot, engorged with blood, and hard. Despite Balg’s futile resistance, Fana’s slender, white fingers gripped it.

“I can’t let you see Sierra and the others in this state. Come, let it all out.”

“Ugh.”

Fana’s fingertips, skilled even at needlework, danced expertly, undoing the fastener of the man’s pants in an instant. Released from its constraints, the giant dick sprang up like a coiled spring. The sensitive organ touched the cold outdoor air, making the man groan. But immediately after, it was enveloped in something warm.

“I’ll warm it with my breasts. See? Isn’t it convenient?”

Squelch. The penis was sucked into the valley of flesh. Fana, who had circled around to his front at some point, proudly showed off the large, gaping hole in the chest of her priestess robes. She had said it was a feature to let air through and manage sweat. But now, it revealed her perspiring breasts almost entirely, deeply swallowing Balg’s ogre-like cock.

Through the gaps of the deep slits, her voluptuous thighs peeked out. No, even her lower abdomen was exposed. She wore sharp, high-cut underwear that seemed to bite into her crotch.

“Guaah!?”

“You’re feeling lust for my body, aren’t you? It’s okay. Spit it all out, right here.”

Slide, squish. Her large breasts worked the penis. While enveloping it softly, she made him feel her body heat and sweat. Thick saliva overflowed from the fleshy lips of the smiling Fana. It trailed a silver thread as it fell into the cleavage, wetting Balg’s glans. It mixed with the pre-ejaculatory fluid spilling from the tip, foaming white.

“Let out plenty. Don’t hold back… ♡”

Fana’s movements grew faster. Her oversized breasts, which she had always thought of as a nuisance and unnecessary, had finally found a use. They were a weapon that could overwhelm a man larger and stronger than herself. A pair of charming fruits that seemed to sink forever when pushed. They changed shape seductively. While being kneaded like bread dough, they stimulated the man’s dark red meat rod.

“Nn… ♡ Hehe, you don’t have to endure anymore… ♡”

The penis trembled minutely. Fana loved that moment. Immediately after, the cloudy fluid overflowed.

“Hehe… ♡”

The erupting white stained the girl’s soft skin and her navy-blue clothes. A strong scent wafted up, filling her nostrils. As the penis continued to throb and discharge a long, massive amount of cloudy fluid, Fana affectionately stroked it with her fingertips. Her deep cleavage held the fluid like a dam. Using her fingertips to scoop up the thick, viscous substance, she brought it to her mouth without hesitation.

“Nn… Ah. Ehehe… ♡”

“Fa… Fana…”

The semen spread over her tongue slickly. As if boasting of her trophy, the girl mixed it with her saliva and swallowed with a gulp.

“You can still go, right? ♡ Next, I’ll be your partner with this… ♡”

Fana stood up. When she pushed aside the front panel of her priestess robes, her private area was revealed. Her thin underwear protected her secret garden with only a minimal amount of surface area. It was so unreliable that one might doubt if it was even fulfilling its purpose.

The pubic hair, the same color as her hair, poked out from under the small cloth. It was moist and wet. The love juices trailing down her inner thighs signaled that she was already prepared. Laying Balg down on the ground as if pushing him over, Fana straddled him. Though her cheeks flushed red at the sight of the meat rod still standing valiantly after ejaculation, she slowly pushed her secret cleft open with her fingers.

The pale pink flower expanded, welcoming the overwhelming size.

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