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.’ - 19

Chapter 19: The Remorseful Beastkin Warrior

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After seeing Fana leave for the river upstream with Balg, Sierra and Nerva decided to begin dismantling the magical beast together. It was not an enjoyable task, but it was something someone had to do.

“Hey, Nerva.”

While using a sharp knife to skin the deer, Sierra spoke up. Butchering a beast was heavy labor. Working in silence, just moving one’s hands, was enough to wear down the spirit. Nerva flicked her ears slightly in response.

“What is it?”

“Well… Uum… What do you think about Balg-san?”

The words that slipped from the leader’s mouth caused Nerva to waver slightly. Sierra, who had tied her long blonde hair back to make the work easier and exposed the pale nape of her neck, was blushing.

Two days earlier, Sierra had gone to Balg’s tent. She never spoke of what happened there, but Nerva had more or less guessed. The lively girl had become unusually quiet the morning after, as though she were a different person. Her unnatural tendency to defend Balg was also suspicious. Above all, that man had already laid his hands on Nerva as well. Nerva glanced around. It seemed that man had not yet returned.

“Well… I suppose he does have skill.”

Over the past few days, that was something Nerva herself had come to realize. Traga Forest was filled with hazards they had never experienced before, and without him, all four of them would surely be dead by now. He had a body trained beyond what one would expect of a human and toughness that shrugged off even a shoulder injury and above all, the strength to swing that massive axe, and the technique to wield it masterfully. He was powerful enough to make one wonder why he continued adventuring alone under such a disadvantage.

But…

“Still, Sierra, don’t get too close to him.”

Nerva issued a warning. Sierra seemed to have preserved her chastity so far, but there was no telling how long that man would allow it. The moment she let her guard down, her body would surely be defiled by him. If there was anything about him that was inhuman, it was not his build but rather that viciously oversized manhood. It was a barbaric weapon that treated women as nothing more than females.

“Nh…”

Nerva reflexively pressed a hand to her lower abdomen. Even after a full day, the impact still lingered there. It had been her first time as well. Yet that man showed no restraint, no mercy, no compassion. He had forced himself into her roughly. She was a beastkin and believed herself to be well-trained, yet the damage still had not healed. More precisely, it felt as though the shape of that virile shaft had been carved into the inside of her. She could not allow such a thing to be inflicted on an innocent girl.

“That can’t be…”

When Nerva lifted her face, Sierra looked stunned.

“I-it’s fine. You know Balg-san is really a good person, right, Nerva?”

“On the surface, maybe. But you must not be alone with him. He’s still a man.”

“Balg-san is kind! J-just the other day, he was considerate of me.”

“That’s how he makes you let your guard down. I’ll protect you, Sierra.”

The girl was confused and flustered. Nerva had followed and protected her since childhood. That was why she insisted that it was her role to protect her this time as well. But the girl shook her head.

“Isn’t it that because you just want Balg-san all to yourself?”

It was the first time such a look of suspicion had been turned on her. Those words shook Nerva to her core.

“W-wha—th-that’s not—”

Her lower abdomen throbbed. She could not forget that impact, even in the tent and even while Sierra slept beside her, her mind would not settle. It was as though she were burning with fever. It was all that man’s fault. She could not allow such a dangerous thing to be turned toward sweet little Sierra…

“I’m already eighteen. I can judge who I go out with myself.”

The girl who should have been childish was looking at her as an equal. When had she grown so much? Nerva shook her head. She was shaken.

“But that man is dangerous—”

“Then why are Fana and Patema getting close to him too? They’re more grown-up than me, right? Especially Fana. She used to hate men altogether.”

Pressed hard, Nerva faltered. No words came to counter Sierra. She only wanted to protect her. She alone knew how dangerous that man was. If his lust turned toward her, Sierra would surely be hurt. That was why she herself would bear it…

“!?”

“H-hey, what’s wrong?”

At that moment, Nerva’s ears twitched sharply. Sierra peered at her face with a puzzled look. Their argument vanished, and Nerva scanned their surroundings with a serious expression. As a beastkin, Nerva possessed far sharper senses than Sierra or the others. Making use of that, she even served as a scout for the Aurora Blade. And now, she had noticed something. Sierra tightened her grip on her blade. There was every chance a magical beast had emerged from the forest.

“Stay with Patema, Sierra. I’ll go check on Fana and Balg.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

At that point, the argument was over. Sierra nodded obediently and headed back to camp. Watching her go, Nerva broke into a run toward the upstream.

“That bastard—!”

What she heard was not the cry of a magical beast. It was a glossy, wanton voice she had never heard before. She could not immediately place who it belonged to, but given the situation, one person emerged by elimination. Over the past few days, Nerva had mastered moving through the forest. Silencing her footsteps, suppressing her presence, and running swiftly were easy for her. The closer she got upstream, the louder the voice became.

“Aah♡ mm, it’s so big!♡ Amazing!♡”

A strained moan. A familiar voice. Nerva’s lower abdomen throbbed violently. The memories carved there surged vividly.

“I’m cumming!♡ Again..!♡ D-don’t bite my boobs..!♡”

She slipped into the greenery growing thick along the riverbank and approached carefully. Then Nerva’s sensitive nose caught an overwhelmingly thick body odor. It was the stench of male and female mixed together. Her whole body trembled reflexively. The strong scent of that white, cloudy fluid already hung heavy in the air.

The sound of the river may have masked it, but a beastkin’s ears caught it clearly. The wet, flesh-slapping sound. The cries of a woman….No, a female in heat. They sounded pained, yet were unmistakably tinged with pleasure. And the man’s hot breath.

“Fana—!”

From the shadows of the brush, Nerva witnessed it with her own eyes. She barely suppressed a scream. A beast was there beside a fallen tree. With a massive, bear-like physique, the beast was thrusting relentlessly atop a fragile girl.

Nerva’s gaze was nailed to their point of connection. An excessively long stroke. Pulled out to the head, then slammed back in with force. Air was forced out, and a lewd squelching sound burst from the girl’s secret slit.

“Oogh♡!?”

The spear pierced the girl’s soft flesh and a shrill cry rang out as she arched her back deeply. Sparks scattered behind her eyes. Her vision must have been blurred. Even the suffocating pressure deep in her belly transformed into intense pleasure that numbed her entire body.

“That bastard…”

Nerva could vividly predict exactly what Fana was feeling because she herself had experienced it. That long, thick, ominous manhood like a horse’s. The shock… No, the pleasure of having it driven deep into her. Balg was moving his hips of his own accord. It was a sight Nerva had never seen. Fana lay on her back, legs spread wide to accept him. Her breasts were fully exposed, shaking violently with each impact.

“That bastard…!”

Nerva found her hand reaching toward her own sex. Her eyes would not move. Her companion and the man entwined wildly in the forest, locked in a bestial, furious coupling. With fingers that had gripped a spear, she spread her own slit. She dropped to her knees, panting, tongue lolling, stirring her honey pot on her own. Her overflowing juices ran freely. When she pinched her swollen nub, pleasure like an electric current shot through her body.

“Hah… Mm♡ aahn♡”

“More, more, thrust it!♡ Thrust it all the way in…!♡”

Fana was completely undone. She, who had once known no man and even despised them, was being pounded by that beast of a man. His long shaft was slick with frothy fluids and white, cloudy slime-like liquid. He must have climaxed countless times already. Yet it still stood hard, grotesquely pulsating. She was supposed to protect her. That manhood was supposed to be turned toward her…

“Hah..♡ Hah..♡”

Nerva continued rubbing herself shamefully, as though expelling the overflowing juices. Yet no matter how deeply she dug inside herself, she found no satisfaction. That shaft, that manhood, that monstrous male… Nothing else would do.

That thing is supposed to be mine!

“Ah… So that’s what this is…”

She was stunned. Nerva was shocked at herself. She thought it was to protect her companions. She believed she was bearing the man’s base lust alone to protect Sierra and Fana. But that was wrong. She wanted to monopolize it. She hated the thought of that man’s desire being turned toward another woman.

“What is this…”

She was disappointed in herself and at the same time relieved. She had believed her mission was to walk the path of the warrior and protect the girl for life. But she was a shallow woman. No. She was just a female.

“Ugh…”

Tears welled up. She envied Fana, who was writhing joyfully before her eyes. She was supposed to be there. She was supposed to accept that man’s lust. Her own firm, beautiful breasts would surely satisfy him more than those overly large ones. Even as she cried, she couldn’t stop rubbing herself. She felt a deep regret. She should’ve been the one on the ground, spreading her legs for the man. However, that regret was also turning into pleasure. Soon enough, she reached climax. The throbbing did not fade.

“Balg-shan♡K-kissh♡ You can kiss me♡”

“Ng—”

The girl wrapped her arms around the man’s head and kissed him greedily. She shoved her thick tongue into his mouth, ravaging him with a scorching kiss. Their saliva overflowed.

Me too… I want that too!

Biting her lip as she rubbed herself disgracefully, Nerva could not look away. She did not want to see even one second more. Yet she could not avert her eyes, nor stop her hand. Until the two were completely exhausted, she was unable to move from her spot.

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