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40 2★ ‘Ambitious’ Charlotte Cavendish

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I watched as Charlotte confidently climbed the stairs ahead of me.

Her lightweight robe clung tightly to her figure, accentuating the sway of her hips.

Seemingly aware of my gaze, she glanced back at me with a coy smile. The gentle storyteller who cared for children seemed to have vanished, replaced by a coquettish young noblewoman skilled in captivating the hearts of men.

As we ascended past the second floor, where Han Se-ah had received her mission, and reached the third floor, I noticed Charlotte’s steady breaths and the ease of her movements.

With practiced grace, she opened the door to a laboratory.

Charlotte entered naturally while the maid, Mari, waited outside.

“Please come in. She won’t be joining us,” Charlotte invited me.

“Is this a private matter?” I asked.

“Yes, a very personal conversation. Not even my personal maid is privy to it.”

Mari let out a small sigh, her blue hair bobbing slightly. She glanced at me, her cold gaze tinged with a hint of worry and curiosity.

I wonder what’s on her mind.

I stepped into the laboratory.

The room, filled with papers and books, resembled more of a noble’s private library than a mage’s study.

A large, plush chair was pulled back, and Charlotte, now comfortably seated, gave me a playful wink.

“Sir Roland, your name seemed familiar. Although we just met, it turns out we weren’t entirely strangers.”

“Do you mean when your father came to see me?”

“No, it’s a far more intimate connection. My etiquette instructor happens to be Lady Zoe from the capital.”

Her words held a confident tone, as if she was sure I would understand.

She lazily leaned back in her chair, her foot gently pushing it back.

Then, she abruptly took off her shoes and lifted her legs onto the chair.

Zoe, Lady Zoe… A busty widow from the capital immediately came to mind.

There was an incident where a noble, overconfident and underprepared, led a small group of knights to subdue a monster.

The issue was, among the wandering monsters, there was an Ogre—a powerful creature.

The nobleman and his knights, having anticipated only goblins or orcs at most, returned as mush.

The ogre, of course, was reduced to a bloody mess like the knights by my hands, its body battered from ankles to skull.

As for the widowed lady who had lost her husband, she chose an adventurer soon to depart to comfort her in her grief.

“Ah, Lady Zoe, such a nostalgic name.”

“Is it only the name you find nostalgic?”

Her toes, wrapped in pristine white stockings, twitched on the seat. Hidden beneath the long hem of her robe were the same white stockings and a short skirt that revealed her thighs.

Each time her thin legs swayed like a pendulum, the short skirt rustled, teasing the secrets it concealed.

To my eyes, it was a blatant attempt at seduction.

“Did you hear my story from Lady Zoe?”

At this point, the respect an adventurer should show to a noble has no meaning. What needs to be shown is the masculine demeanor that can resist a seductive woman.

As I step closer to the desk, I notice her pure white thighs flinch.

As expected, she doesn’t seem used to men. She’s cheeky and flirty, but she has an immaturity about her.

“Yes, I’ve heard many stories. The tales of Sir Roland, a monster slayer… And that the great adventurer was quite impressive in bed.”

“Oh, it seems that even nobles these days hear such stories in their etiquette classes.”

“Nobles have to consider strategic marriages. Light sex education is part of a noble lady’s education.”

Contrary to her flinching thighs, her voice maintains its calm.

Charlotte’s voice, becoming gradually lower and stickier, tempts me. She began to undo the buttons of her shirt one by one.

After our first meeting, she must have been curious about who I was.

If she heard all of Lady Zoe’s stories, her attitude makes a bit more sense.

I am an adventurer, a man staying in a city of adventurers, not a priest from a monastery. An adventurer who travels all over the country for quests. The ones who loved such men the most were the lonely noblewomen staying in the city.

A handsome adventurer walking a path of honor, neither a noble nor a knight. Not only was his appearance handsome, but his vigor and stamina were outstanding.

Additionally, since he’s not a noble, he wouldn’t spread rumors in social circles, making him a perfect partner for scandalous affairs.

“Lady Zoe mentioned it. How terrible her virginity-taking husband was on their first night. And how ecstatic the days spent with Sir Roland were. She also said something like this when she was slightly tipsy with wine.”

“What…?”

“That if I were to lose my virginity to Sir Roland, it would be the most meaningful experience in my life.”

The shirt, with all of its buttons undone, was being pushed aside by the curves of her chest.

The white brassiere covered her pale noble breasts, the white panties matching it, and the white stockings.

Her attire was reminiscent of a pristine snowfield, untouched by any footprints.

Charlotte, filled with curiosity and desire, looked at me with determined eyes.

It was a bold move, considering she had only heard gossip from the widow who was responsible for her education.

Perhaps this is why she was given the title ‘Ambitious.’

“What is it you hope to gain by going this far?”

“A life as Charlotte the mage, not as Cavendish, the noble lady.”

She responded immediately.

It was clear from her answer that she was serious about her life here in the city of adventurers.

She’d rather walk the path of a mage than be sold off by her family.

She was more committed than I thought.

“I’m not saying I don’t feel anything for you. Dreaming of a gallant and righteous hero is common among girls my age.”

“If you heard from Lady Zoe, you know I never refuse a woman’s invitation.”

“I did. I heard you’re merciless in bed, quite unlike your gentle demeanor… But I believe you’ll be a bit gentle with this virgin, especially since the expedition is soon?”

At those words, I immediately moved in front of Charlotte, who had just plopped herself onto a chair, flipping over the desk.

I slid my hand through the half-open shirt and hoisted her up in an instant. She yelped in surprise as she was abruptly lifted into the air.

Judging by the lack of reaction from the maid outside, it seemed like the room was well soundproofed. That’s probably why she brought me here.

Turning my body, I slumped down onto the massive chair and settled her onto my lap.

Whether she was scared from being lifted so abruptly or other reasons, she naturally clung to me.

While in this state, she helped me with my clothes, unfastening my light armor and taking off my shirt.

“You really do have an impressive body.”

Her soft touch traced my muscles as she let out a heated sigh.

In a world where individual strength is revered, this body of mine was a testament to my prowess.

For the people of the era, it could be more beautiful than any piece of art.

“If you keep pushing me like this, I might forget the expedition’s duties.”

“But what can I do? A fantasy that existed only in the corner of my mind is becoming a reality.”

Despite my warning, she smiles bashfully and leans her head forward. Her breath tickles the tip of my nose, so close it scatters. Her soft, pink hair brushes against my collarbone.

I couldn’t resist her provocation and reached up to grasp her slender neck.

Her lips trembled slightly, perhaps taken aback by the kiss that descended like a predator about to devour her.

I gently tapped her neat teeth with the tip of my tongue.

Her teeth slightly parted in surprise at the sudden kiss.

Without fear of being bitten, I boldly inserted my tongue, exploring every part of her mouth. Even if she bit down in surprise, not a single drop of blood would spill from my tongue.

As her tongue, stiff and awkwardly frozen, wrapped around mine, I slowly moved, painting every corner, her teeth, inner cheeks, and the roof of her mouth with the tip of my tongue.

Until Charlotte, short of breath from excitement and embarrassment, squirmed.

“Haah- You’re, more wild than I thought.”

As a first-time experience for her, naturally, her first kiss should be like this.

After thoroughly savoring the inside of her mouth, I pulled my lips away. The once elegant lady was panting heavily, her hair tousled. Yet, her cheeks were flush, perhaps feeling good about being treated roughly.

There wasn’t much time, so before she could come to her senses, I reached out and swept away her pure white bra. Although not as much as Grace, her beautifully sized chest was exposed.

My lips advanced towards her white collarbone.

“Uh, ahaha- That’s a bit ticklish.”

From her neck to under her chin, from under her chin to her collarbone. I suckled with a bit of force, as if leaving footprints on a snowy plain.

Her skin was so pale that it quickly flushed. It wasn’t enough to bruise, so there wouldn’t be a hickey.

Although she burst into laughter saying it was ticklish, as the kisses were repeated several times, Charlotte’s breath gradually roughened.

A body of pure innocence, knowing nothing about men, unlike a prostitute who knows well. Heating her up bit by bit is a unique pleasure only a man can enjoy.

As I fondled her chest several times with my hands and lips, her pink nipples gradually hardened. Tormenting her chest and then gently biting that part with my lips…

She squirmed, and a feeble touch wound around the back of my head.

“Ah… Huff…”

Before she nestled into my arms, she was an ambitious, confident young noblewoman.

Now, she’s softened within my hold, her quiet demeanor not just adorable, but utterly endearing.

I wanted to kiss her until she melted away… but considering the time needed for clean-up, there simply wasn’t room for such indulgences.

With this in mind, I lowered the hand that had been gently stroking her back.

As I softly nibbled on her breast and nipple, I began to remove her skirt.

Like a person drowning clutching onto a log, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes slightly closed.

After gently lifting her soft thigh, I tossed her fumbling skirt in the general direction of the desk.

A few papers swirled to the floor, but Charlotte, in her current state, paid no mind to such trivial matters.

“Your hand… It’s hotter than I thought… This is so different from just hearing about it.”

“It’ll feel several times better than that.”

“That’s a bit scary.”

She let out a heated breath, her bashful smile charming. Her chest confidently puffed out as if she was used to this. Of course, that confident smile froze the moment she felt the sensation of my thigh pressing against hers.

How could I not react after passionately kissing a half-dressed beauty in my arms for several minutes?

My thing, feeling uncomfortably confined within my trousers, stood tall, jabbing against Charlotte’s thigh as she sat on mine.

“Th-this… Is it a man’s…?”

“Right, it’s a penis.”

“I-I mean, the male…”

“Penis.”

“P-Penis, then.”

Swallowing nervously, she released her hand from my neck and reached for my waistband.

As her hands met, her chest was naturally pressed against her arm, accentuating her pose.

Seeing her pale breasts, flushed with the imprint of my lips; down there I twitched in anticipation.

Luckily, I was in comfortable pants and gaiters, a casual choice for the 10th-floor expedition. I wondered if she’d heard anything about this from the lewd stories disguised as sex education, but her hesitant hands didn’t stop.

Her soft fingers untied my waistband, navigating through my trousers and my boxers.

“This big… It goes inside a woman’s private parts…?”

“It’s meant to go inside your vagina. Try holding it, like you would a staff.”

“Male genitalia” and “private parts” — she used such reserved terms.

I filled her ear with lewd words: penis, vagina. Seeing her ear turning red as she muttered “penis, penis” under her breath, it seemed she had no resistance to such vulgar language.

The entirety of her sexual knowledge came from tipsy nobles spouting off under the guise of sex education.

Even in their inebriated states, they wouldn’t crudely tell her something like ‘he thrust his penis into her vagina.’

“Does it feel good when I touch it like this? … Your penis?”

She held his penis in an awkward motion, hinting that she did have some idea of what to do. Supporting my balls with her left hand, her right hand used the pre-cum on the tip as lubricant and stroked with a clenched palm.

It wasn’t exactly a skilled or pleasurable touch that would make me climax, but considering that it was a virgin girl’s first touch, it made enough to make it swell hard.

Surprised by the sudden growth, she held it with both hands.

Her pure white virgin panties were getting slightly wet, probably from the excitement of talking lewdly.

Charlotte was just stroking the penis as if taming a wild beast.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Yes, just gently touch it like that and excite it more.”

I slid my hand between her arms towards the obvious destination, the thin piece of cloth that was starting to lose its function as underwear.

Against my fingers, which could tear through armor and monster hides, the thin cloth had no choice but to be torn away.

The sight of her pure white mound revealed as I cast away the white piece of cloth was enticing. The tightly closed flesh did not reveal the inside but leaked a bit of sticky honey.

“Ah!”

She was so focused she noticed belatedly that her panties had vanished.

She took a deep breath.

The penis, fully erect, and her vagina, which was soaked from the continuous caress, had nothing more to do but what the tipsy widow had repeatedly mentioned – intercourse.

Her tightly closed mound, much like a sacred gate, offered no resistance when the almost weapon-like penis approached, and it opened up without a fuss.

The inside was so hot it felt like the tip might get scorched.

“Ah, ahh… I didn’t know… that it would be this hot…”

I held her slender body and slowly pulled her down, down. Ignoring the feeling of something being stuck midway, I kept going until I was fully in.

She was panting heavily, probably due to the heavy sensation pressing against her stomach.

I patted her back, which clung to me as if she was scared of the new sensation.

After all, the merciless reputation I had in bed only applied when dealing with experienced women.

Such things are only done when dealing with an experienced beauty.

As I savored the heat of the flesh that spasmed around my manhood, I embraced the soft body within my arms, not letting go until her short, gasping breaths eventually slowed to a steady, rhythmic pace.

My half-undressed shirt was soaked with sweat, and her chest, marked by my teeth and lips, was crushed against my own.

A frail body, trembling like a small bird in my arms.

As I gently stroked her pink hair and soft back, a voice slipped into my ear.

“Um, Roland?”

“What?”

“How, how do I move in this position?”

Charlotte, who had apparently heard somewhere that a woman should move to please a man, tried to wiggle her hips.

But, how could she move, sitting atop my thighs with her legs wrapped around my waist?

It was good that she was trying to put her knowledge to the test after the initial pain faded, but… the problem was that her knowledge was limited.

Beds and chairs, missionary and cowgirl positions. Each situation was different, but she seemed to have forgotten that due to her nervousness.

“There’s no need to move. Just try to endure.”

“Endure, wha– ah?!”

Gently holding Charlotte in my arms, I lifted her slightly and then lowered her, thrusting into her.

It wasn’t pulling myself entirely out and then thrusting in, but even this was enough stimulation, as she let out moans.

Every time I rapidly tapped the entrance to her womb with the tip, adorable gasps flowed out.

She squirmed a bit.

As I continued to thrust, she once again chose to hold on as she did before.

Her white stockings, which I had not removed, were wrapped around my waist, and her arms hung onto my neck.

After thrusting into her over and over, I didn’t hold back and released inside.

“Ah, ah… are you, are you satisfied?”

“If I were to be satisfied, we’d have to greet the morning sun together.”

“……I’m sorry, but that would be impossible. You should start getting ready so you can join the expedition on time.”

As I was stroking Charlotte in my arms, a voice came to my ears.

Glancing to the side, I saw that the maid who was supposed to be guarding the door had somehow made it inside the room.

“Mari, I, um…”

“Yes, Miss.”

Unabashedly, Charlotte spread her arms wide, revealing her chest.

In a manner resembling a nursemaid tending to a child, Maid Mari lifted her up onto my lap.

A lewd sound emitted, accompanied by the fall of a mixed fluid to the floor.

“I’ll take care of the cleanup, would you mind stepping aside for a moment, Sir Roland?”

Watching the spectacle unfazed, Mari busily collected my discarded belt and shirt.

Accepting the clothes from her, I rose from my spot.

Though she maintained a poker face, the maid’s ears were flushed a bright red as I struggle to conceal myself within my trousers.

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