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.’ - 9

Chapter 9: When Paranoia Goes Wild ♡

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Scritch… Scritch…

A faint sound, like something rubbing together, drifted from the distance. Firewood crackled and popped. Feeling a foggy lethargy in the back of her head, Fana slowly roused her consciousness.

The world entered her vision sideways. She realized with a delay that she was lying on the ground. Judging by the darkness of her surroundings, it was likely evening. The location was the campsite where they had pitched their tents.

“Nn… I…”

Apparently, she had fainted. What on earth had happened?

Before she could dig up her hazy memories, a large back burst into her field of vision. A magnificent, bear-like frame was hunched over, seemingly moving as if performing some task. For a moment, she thought it was a giant-type magical beast like a Troll or a Cyclops, but she didn’t think such things appeared in the Traga Forest. More importantly, he wasn’t quite that big.

“Hah!”

Then, it occurred to her. The owner of that back was that despicable giant, Balg. And he was facing away from her, sharpening some kind of blade. She hurriedly looked around, but her companions were nowhere to be seen.

“No way…”

Fana gulped.

Had her companions already been caught in his traps and fallen prey to this man’s poisonous fangs? Their bodies restrained, subjected to shame while unable to do a thing. Forced to perform humiliating acts until their spirits were fundamentally broken. And then, toyed with as submissive pets.

I have to escape, somehow.

Fana steeled her resolve. On her own, she was no match for that man. If that was the case, she had to go call for help. She was working out a plan to flee and twisted her body, but in that moment, her foot knocked over a pile of firewood stacked nearby, making a loud noise.

“Crap—”

“Hm? Oh, you’re finally awake.”

Fana’s face turned pale. The giant turned around sluggishly. A villainous smile played on his lips, and in his hand, he held a rusted hand-axe.

“I was worried about you. Oh, as for Sierra and the others, they’re down by the riverbank butchering the boar—”

“Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Eh!?”

The man stood up and approached her. 

I’m going to be raped!

Fana let out a scream, scrambled to her feet, and began to run recklessly. Someone with no combat experience like her couldn’t possibly hope to best that huge man in strength. If she didn’t escape immediately, Aurora Blade was doomed. Tragically, Nerva had already fallen.

“Wait! Don’t go that way!”

“Hieen!”

The man shouted and chased after her. Fana, naturally, ran. She ran desperately, her large breasts swaying violently from side to side. She cursed her priestess robes for clinging to her body and making it hard to move. Even so, she moved her legs with all her might, and then—

“Kyaa!?”

She hadn’t been watching her step. She tripped on something and tumbled forward. Thinking she was about to smash into the ground, she squeezed her eyes shut. But immediately after, her entire body became entangled in something like thin, long strings.

“Wha-wha, what is this!?”

“H-hey, wait! Stop thrashing around!”

The man was getting closer. The more she struggled, the more the strings tangled around her curvaceous body. Eventually, the man caught up and touched Fana’s shoulder. This was the end. With tears in her eyes, Fana resigned herself. While praying to the Goddess, she hoped that at least the pain would be brief.

“This is… This is quite the mess indeed…”

Fana had closed her eyes and prepared for the worst, but the man’s hands didn’t seem to be closing in. On the contrary, he seemed to be moving the restraints that tightened around her whole body while taking great care to touch her as little as possible.

Don’t tell me, after setting such a despicable trap, he’s going to go through the trouble of untying it before tormenting me?

Filled with doubt, Fana timidly opened her eyes. And in that moment, she understood the man’s treacherous scheme.

“Nnnh!?”

Before her eyes, at such a close distance their noses almost touched, was the man’s crotch. Apparently, he had taken a position as if hovering over her while she was on all fours. He was pretending to reach behind Fana to untie her, but he was actually pressing his body against hers.

“S-sorry, Fana. I was drying the washed nets here.”

The man piled up transparent lies. Making the excuse that he was untying the trap entangled around Fana’s limbs, he pressed his body firmly against her. Her sense of smell was forced to take in his body odor. Even if he bathed, it was a thick scent permeated with the sweat of consecutive days of outdoor activity.

This man! He has the depraved fetish of making me smell his body odor!

“Nmuuh.”

“Sorry, but bear with me. I can’t quite reach it.”

He insistently ground his crotch against her. What a thing to do to a pure maiden whose freedom had been sealed. Even “fiend” was too mild a word for him. This was her first time smelling the scent of a man. Moreover, the smell of a working man who had been moving for days and sweating. It was too intense for Fana. She felt her consciousness melting. She was becoming unable to think straight.

I want to be released from this suffering right now…

That feeling grew stronger.

In such a situation, how did they do it in that “textbook”? 

She remembered. Right, she had heard that once a man was satisfied, he became unable to move for a while. If she struck during that opening, she might still be able to escape.

“Whoa!? Wait, if you move that violently, it’ll just tangle more!”

“Nnnnnnnh!”

She flailed her arms and legs, making the man flinch. She pressed her head into his stomach as he leaned back and knocked him over with momentum. In the process, a branch snapped, and she was able to regain a bit of freedom. This was her chance to strike with a relentless offensive. Fana vigorously grabbed the man’s pants and pulled them down.

“Toryah! …Ah, wait?”

What lay beneath the pants she had stripped off with the resolve of a lifetime was a rod lying limp and powerless. While the size was a hideous thing as thick as a baby’s arm, it had no strength and was not standing on its own. Fana was perplexed by the sight, which differed from what was in the textbook.

“Hey, Fana!? What are you—?! I mean, let go of me!”

The man, too, was perplexed.

He thought she had woken up, only for her to suddenly scream and run off in a random direction, crashing into the nets he had hung up and becoming hog-tied. As he was struggling to untie her, she suddenly headbutted him and, to top it all off, stripped off his pants.

Why did such mishaps keep happening two days in a row? However, the silver lining was that his “son” was reasonably calm thanks to the consecutive days of ejaculation. With this, it looked like he could avoid making any mistakes. So, he had to quickly calm Fana down—

“Why are you not aroused!?”

“…Eh?”

The situation was taking an ominous turn. In the moment Balg was stunned by the strange development, Fana’s slender fingers gripped his penis. Instantly, a numbing stimulation was transmitted, and his son began to rouse.

“Hey, Fana!?”

“I see, so that’s how it is. You’re saying that if I want to be released, I should become wantonly disheveled and try to excite you myself!”

“Wait a second, you’re misunderstanding something!”

Balg tried to back away quickly, but Fana swiftly squeezed his penis. Balg let out a cry at the unreserved pressure peculiar to those who didn’t possess the sensitive organ themselves.

“D-don’t underestimate me. Even I can do something like this!”

“Uooo!? Gya, hey, wait—”

It was a powerful grip, for which the sound effect “squeeze-squeeze” would be more appropriate than “caress-caress.” Having the most sensitive part of his body stimulated without restraint, Balg’s massive frame trembled. And his son, faithful to desire, rapidly increased in volume.

“He… Hehe. As expected, men are beasts. To think you were hiding something like this…”

“Ugh, fh. At least weaken your grip… guah!”

As if a child were toying with a plaything, Fana messed with it using both palms. It was her first experience seeing something change shape and hardness so visibly, and she almost forgot the situation and enjoyed it. However, she barely caught a fragment of Balg’s pained groans.

“Gently? I see, so that was your goal from the start.”

“What are you— oooooh!? What are you doing!?”

RIIIIIIIP!

The sound of fabric being torn forcefully. Two giant fruits tumbled out. It was white, soft skin with light pink nipples that were plump and swollen. Fana used her entire palms to lift her breasts, which were damp with sweat and had been steaming under the poorly ventilated fabric. Though they threatened to overflow according to gravity, they were beautiful, massive breasts that also possessed a youthful firmness. Their size alone was disproportionate to the girl’s frame.

“So this chest was your target after all. How despicable. However, now that it’s come to this, it can’t be helped…”

“Uooo, oooh.”

Boing. Squish.

The two fruits gently enveloped the meat rod. This was also something written in the books the girl in her room had hidden during her monastery days. By using a woman’s weapon, the breasts, one could unilaterally weaken a man. This was the way out that Fana had discovered.

Her hand movements were clumsy and her motions were awkward at best. Even so, Fana used the entirety of her breasts to rub the dark red, villainous meat rod. Her appearance, which until a moment ago had something of a cute atmosphere, had completely changed. Now, she had a grotesque look that made even the giant Mud Leeches pale in comparison. Through the skin of her breasts, she felt a heat that felt like it might burn her, and even the pulse of the bulging veins was transmitted to her.

Furthermore, just by Fana moving her breasts a little, the man’s massive body trembled. The fact that her powerless self was overwhelming a great evil made her feeling even bolder.

“Nn, sho. How is it? Is it painful?”

“P-please, stop. Let’s talk this out.”

“Hehe. It’s too late for pleas now. First, I’ll make it so you can’t move, and then I’ll have you return Sierra and the others!”

“Wh-what are you saying, uooooooh!”

She moved her breasts with all her might, squishing and rubbing. Her massive breasts were able to completely envelop even the villainous, giant phallus. Only the glans, swollen so red it looked painful, peeked out slightly from the deep cleavage.

Fana noticed that the urethral opening was twitching. She instinctively understood it as proof that the man was weakening. Thinking the end was near, she accelerated the up-and-down motion of her breasts. It was then…

“Oh, Balg-san?”

“Uooooh!?”

A rustling sound came from behind Fana. Following that, Sierra’s voice. It seemed she had come looking for Balg, who wasn’t at the campsite. Panicked by her appearance, Balg instinctively grabbed Fana’s head as she crouched over his crotch and pushed it down.

“Ogoh!?”

Unable to react to the suddenness, Fana welcomed the glans into her mouth as it was. The thick hunk of meat pierced to the back of her throat, pressing against it. In that moment, the penis that had been enduring the pleasure gave way to the rising pressure.

The jet of jelly-like, cloudy fluid instantly filled Fana’s oral cavity. Finding no place to go, it headed for the gaps in her mouth, her nostrils, and the back of her throat. A dense smell and taste she had never felt. Breathlessness. Nausea welled up as the back of her throat was stimulated, but her head was held down firmly, and she couldn’t even make a sound.

“Balg-san, what are you doing in a place like that?”

Fana’s body was hidden by the thicket, putting her right in Sierra’s blind spot. She could only see Balg sitting in the forest.

“N-no, well, I thought I’d move the nets, but it seems I got tangled up in them.”

Balg couldn’t allow the disaster occurring at his lower body to be known, so he spun a desperate excuse. Sierra, who was pure and didn’t know how to doubt people, believed it easily.

“Is that so? Shall I help you?”

“No! I’m fine!”

Balg forcefully rejected the words offered out of complete goodwill. At his overly strong tone, Sierra seemed to take it as a bit of a shock.

“I can handle this much on my own. More importantly, where are Nerva and the others?”

“They finally finished butchering the Swamp Boar, so they’re about to move on to the cooking.”

“I-I see… I’ll head over once I’ve cleared this up.”

“Understood. I’ll be waiting.”

Showing a lovely smile, Sierra headed back the way she came. Just after Balg breathed a sigh of relief watching her back, she turned around again.

“Oh, that’s right.”

“W-what is it?”

“Do you know where Fana is? It seems she’s already awake, but she’s nowhere to be found?”

“A-ah… Maybe she’s in the bathroom.”

“Hmm. I see. Well, she’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

Sierra didn’t harbor any doubts about the desperate answer and returned to the camp for good this time.

“Phew…”

Watching her go, Balg let the strength drain from his body. Then, he finally noticed the wet sensation at his crotch and remembered the situation.

“S-sorry, Fana! …Fana?”

“Hafuu, fuheaa… ♡”

Balg lowered his gaze. There, he saw the priestess girl. Her face stained as if drowning in a massive amount of tireless semen. Her expression vacant and dazed as she went limp.

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