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60: 4★ ‘Forest Stalker’ Grace

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Grace, letting out a peculiar moan, silently strides through the forest.

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-What was that sound just now?

-It’s not wild, but, uh, um.

-I’d like to say it outright, but I’d get banned.

-Did someone clip it? Did someone clip it? Did someone clip it? Did someone clip it? Did someone clip it?

-Is the stream for adults only?

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“Ah, this is when we all go too far. Be careful what you type in the chat.”

Unsurprisingly, the viewers couldn’t stay quiet after Grace made that sound.

The chatroom buzzed like a disturbed beehive, filled with repeating GIFs and sound clips.

Grace, a little embarrassed, quietly makes her way through the forest, lantern in hand.

Han Se-ah is busy dealing with overexcited viewers, while Irene and Kaiden, as always, stay quiet.

The forest returns to its usual calm.

Grace’s upgrade from 3★ to 4★ status, her new passive skill, and the shift in her title from ‘Novice Ranger’ to ‘Forest Stalker’ are all just part of the system.

In reality, not much has changed within the group.

They split off to their respective lodgings as always.

“…Roland?”

Or so I thought.

“What’s up, Grace?”

“No, I just thought maybe you’d like to have dinner together tonight.”

Grace, whom I assumed was heading to her room, quietly comes back and approaches me.

She seems a bit shy, probably still thinking about Lily Deb from this morning, and she’s inviting me to dinner.

I see no reason to decline, so I nod.

She stands next to me, a radiant smile on her face.

My original plan was to have a drink and browse the internet in my room, but a dinner invitation from a pretty girl is hard to turn down.

Looking at the quiet chat, it seems Han Se-ah has returned to the inn and ended the stream.

We enter the increasingly busy street, with Grace gently holding my arm and leading the way.

She must have a place in mind. I enjoy the softness of her arm and let her guide me.

“…Are we eating here?”

“The drink I had last time was really good.”

Grace answers nonchalantly, but her voice was shaking.

The place she led us to without hesitation is the inn where I’d previously arranged accommodation for Han Se-ah and herself – the Lucky Scoundrel, the place where she drunkenly jumped at me.

“Yeah? It was pretty good.”

“…Huh?!”

As we enter the inn, I casually put my hand on her lower back.

She blushes and lets out a small moan.

Her new passive skill has apparently heightened all her senses, not just her ability to navigate.

She tries to act cool, pretending she’s used to this, but her body has become sensitive and weak.

I’m unsure if her desire since that day has finally erupted because of Lily Deb, or because her senses are now more acute, but as for me, I’m more than happy to welcome it.

As usual, we’re greeted by the engaging stares of the attractive staff in the lively hall of the first floor of the Lucky Scoundrel, buzzing with energetic customers.

I order the same drink we enjoyed last time from a passing waitress, then take a seat across from Grace, locking my gaze with hers.

“?”

“It’s going to be delicious.”

“Oh, really….”

Perhaps noticing that I was openly teasing her, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

No matter how hard she attempts to maintain a cool, nonchalant façade, it’s an uphill battle without practice.

She easily loses her composure at the hint of any suggestive conversation.

Of course, her innocent and fun-to-tease demeanor is far more appealing than the wildness of someone like Rebecca.

I continued to observe her nervously chewing her lip and clumsily cutting her steak, unsure of what to say next.

As we continue our light-hearted banter while enjoying our meal, she finally breaks the silence.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“I told you, I’m looking because I think it’s going to be delicious.”

“……”

In response to my words, she hurriedly chews and swallows her juicy steak, wrapping up her meal in a hurry.

Whether it’s due to my constant teasing or her heightened senses, she quickly finishes her drink, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Cough, cough-“

“What’s wrong?”

“No… I didn’t realize, but the drink seems stronger than before.”

She dismisses it as a mere feeling.

It’s amusing that even the sensation of the drink sliding down her throat seems to have intensified.

Of course, humans being adaptive creatures, she’ll eventually get used to her amplified senses.

I plan to help her with that.

I naturally guide Grace, who’s just finished her drink, by wrapping my arm around her waist.

As her slender waist nestles into my hand, her breathing becomes ragged.

It seems she’s intensely aware of everything, from the drink going down her throat to the skin-on-skin contact.

“You seem drunk already, let’s go up.”

“No, I…”

“Let’s go up together.”

“…Okay.”

Grace snuggles against my arm as we ascend the staircase leading to the rooms.

The attention of the noisy guests, vying for the staff’s attention, is thankfully not focused on us.

Taking advantage of the moment, my mischievous hand gradually slips lower.

The hand that was originally around her waist descends, slyly grabbing her pleasantly full hip.

“Huh, Huhuk-?”

“Seems like the drink hit you harder because you’re tired.”

“Ro, Roland, you-“

It’s clear how much more sensitive she’s become, as she’s on the verge of tears.

Observing her fair skin flushed brightly, I strengthen my grip on her to provide support.

As we ascend the stairs, I nearly carry her; she attempts to walk on her own but her legs are already weakened.

Just a gentle stroke along her back and a firm grasp of her hip cause her legs to buckle.

Just how sensitive has she become?

Nonetheless, her vivid reaction is intriguing.

As we ascend the short flight of stairs and stroll down the compact corridor, each confident squeeze of her hip sends tremors through her waist.

Entranced by the addictive sensation, I continue to squeeze until Grace finally explodes.

“Huh, how long will you tease, mehuh-!”

Her eyes are wavering and darting about.

Her dewy eyes and flushed cheeks undoubtedly make her appear more enticing to a man.

Disregarding Grace’s feeble resistance, I lean in to hush her.

With my lips, on her lips.

Due to the drink she had earlier, a sharp alcoholic scent lingers on her lips.

After gently biting her lush lower lip, I continue the dance with her mouth using my tongue.

Her breath grows more ragged from just this interaction.

It seems her lips have also heightened in sensitivity.

“Hah…hah… Just, just a moment.”

She breaks away from my lips with a moist sound and draws in heavy breaths.

She leans on me, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn.

Even with her intoxicated mind, she seems to sense something different, her arm wavering.

But I’m already captivated.

The sweet, warm scent wafting from within my hold, how could any man resist?

I take her weakly flailing arm and push her against the wall to support her unstable legs.

Trapped between the wall and me, Grace lifts her trembling gaze to mine and exhales a long, heated sigh.

“I told you to wait~”

“I gave you time to catch your breath.”

When she’s with her party members, she puts on the image of a carefree woman, but when we’re alone, she transforms into this enticing maiden.

Her naturally prolonged speech feels like a soft tickle against my chest, and I claim her mouth once more.

The lustful sound of our saliva resonates with a “chuup”.

Although it could easily be drowned out by the rowdy noises drifting from downstairs, it sounds deafening to us, lost in our tangled embrace.

The echo of footsteps on the stairs disrupts our lingering kiss that felt like an eternity.

Grace, drunk and dazed with her heightened senses, fails to notice, but to me, it’s clear that a fortunate adventurer is ascending the stairs with a female companion.

“Chuup, huh-?”

“Do you have the key? Let’s go inside the room.”

I don’t want to expose her face, so sweetly lost in intoxication and pleasure, to a stranger whose name I don’t even know.

As I break the kiss and softly stroke her waist and pat her hips, Grace stumbles toward our room.

Though she moves as if entranced by her amplified senses, she retains a certain clarity of mind, effortlessly opening the door to our room.

“I, I’ll go, wash up….”

“Alright, I got it.”

She slips from my embrace and hastily scurries into the open door.

Given her slightly wobbly gait, she’s not swift, allowing me to follow without delay.

It seems like she’s feeling grimy after exploring the forest and is trying to quickly escape into the privacy of the bathroom.

After closing the room door, I follow her in.

Grace, in the process of undressing with somewhat glazed eyes, startles at my unexpected intrusion into the bathroom.

As a rural maiden unfamiliar with the ways of men, she likely hadn’t considered the possibility of sharing a bath.

Unbothered by her reaction, I quickly undress and step into the bathroom.

The Lucky Scoundrel Inn, for all its expense, provides some basic magical amenities.

I manipulate a long magical device, similar to a showerhead, and cause warm water to flow, before moving closer to Grace.

“I, I’m showering?”

“I need to shower as well.”

“Then wait outside?!”

Her adorable whimper that sounds almost like a wail is released at my mere touch.

It’s a unique delight that can only be enjoyed for half a day.

Or at least, until she acclimates to her new senses.

As I guide the magic tool to her shoulder, she shudders under the warm water touching her skin.

“Showering together saves time. It’ll be even more efficient if I help wash you.”

“It’s not about speed~”

She attempts to resist, probably embarrassed at the thought of exposing her sweaty body, but the moans that escape as I rub her flawless back with my hand silences Grace’s protest.

Even as I merely scrub her back and shoulder blades, not her breasts or buttocks, and not gently but vigorously as if to scour away dirt, a heated moan escapes her lips.

After returning the shower-like magic tool to its place on the wall, I begin to lather up and cleanse Grace’s body with both hands.

As foam takes form and her fair skin disappears beneath the white bubbles, her breath grows increasingly labored.

From her back to her arm, and gradually from her arm to her breasts, I move my hands audaciously, leading her to surrender any resistance and offer herself to me.

“Really, your touch is so lewd….”

“It’s inevitable, given that I’m a man.”

The grime and dust accrued from her forest wanderings are swept away by the bubbles.

What remains is her warm, damp skin, heated by the hot water and my palm.

After briskly drying her, I hoist her into my arms and move toward the bed.

Grace grumbles softly.

She must have gotten used to her heightened senses from the warm water constantly hitting her skin.

Yet, her flushed body hasn’t completely cooled, her skin still burning, her breath still labored.

The warm, sweet air that stimulates me every time she exhales in my embrace.

Even her breath is sweet – such a perverse thought.

Yet, any man in this situation would resonate with these sentiments.

A naked woman, her body burning, panting heavily – how can it be defined as anything other than intoxicating?

“You’re such a pervert….”

“I told you, all men are perverts.”

Perhaps she doesn’t wish to lose as easily as the first night?

She pinches the back of my hand, which was caressing her in a teasing manner, and delicately steps on my foot as if to break free from my embrace.

Then, she reclines delicately on the bed, presenting a bewitching sight.

Her arms stretch towards me as she lies on the bed, ruffling the pristine bedsheet.

Her pink flesh fleetingly appears and then retreats behind her bright red lips as she continues to speak.

“Still…. You did start with a kiss up top today, Mr. Pervert.”

“Weren’t you referring to me as a knight last time? It seems my status has fallen.”

“That’s because back then you behaved like a knight, and now you’re behaving like a pervert.”

Perhaps my act of comforting the pain of losing her virginity with my mouth was more shocking than expected.

Yet seeing her blush and jest with a hint of a smile, it seems she has somewhat regained her composure.

I dive into her extended arms and bury my face.

The sweet aroma of her body wash teases my senses, mingled with her underlying natural scent.

Never tiring of a woman’s fragrance, I savor it as I gently press my lips against her chest.

With her heightened sensitivity, the pink nipple is already tight.

As I caress her breast with my lips and kiss that firm tip, her body trembles anew.

It seems that along with the pleasure, she has also become more receptive to sensations like tickling.

“That, it’s ticklish on my chest…”

Each time her body shivers beneath me, I distinctly sense the relaxation in her thighs.

Her body loosens up within mere moments of my caress.

When the heated body starts to cool, it becomes tender, like a stew simmered for days.

The breasts that have slid to the side, the belly devoid of any excess fat, and the thighs that have surrendered their strength.

The addictive sensation of her body adhering to my palm like moist clay each time I apply pressure is irresistible.

Into this surrendered body, I plunge my member without hesitation.

“Uh?! Ah, Ahh―!”

“Oh, you were really looking forward to this, weren’t you?”

Grace’s vagina, softened and dripping, swallows my member without resistance.

The slick and warm flesh enveloping my shaft makes a hot sigh escape naturally from my mouth.

Of course, Grace only writhes, arching her hips, with no mind to respond to my playful jest.

I didn’t expect a response anyway.

I wordlessly move my hips.

The lewd sound overshadows Grace’s moans.

The resounding slap of our bodies colliding fills the room rhythmically.

Her arms and legs, slack like a marionette bereft of strings, tremble and subtly communicate her current state to me.

Even if her skin’s sensitivity, softened by the hot water, has temporarily dulled, she struggles to adjust to my intrusion, my member pushing unyieldingly against her womb.

“S-stop―”

“Shh, Grace.”

“Slow down, just a bit…!”

Her trembling hand weakly rests on my chest.

Rather than repelling me, her arm, devoid of strength to support itself, syncs with my motion.

Her slender arm, a testament to her archer’s discipline and devoid of excess fat, flutters feebly.

Despite Grace’s frail resistance and her attempts to voice protest, I keep going.

“I told you before, didn’t I? That a man can’t help it.”

“But I didn’t do anything this time!”

“You did. You turned me on.”

Her arm, previously pressing against my chest, loses its strength and falls languidly at my baseless dirty talk.

Each time I pound into her, she releases a weak moan.

In her gasping, I lean down to claim her saliva-soaked lips once more.

The plush, rich, flavorful, warm lips.

I’m not sure whether it’s my original sexual preference or one that surfaced after becoming Roland, but I find her slackened state of surrender irresistibly enticing.

All beauties, confident or not, ultimately end up crumpling on the bed.

chuup, chuup, chuup-

“Ah, you lewd, beastly bastard…”

“I prefer the term ‘bastard’ to ‘pervert.'”

With the ceaseless pounding of my hips, Grace’s slender abdomen quivers, and the muscles in her relaxed thighs tremble.

The exhilarating sensation of ejaculation climbs up my spine.

I hold Grace, lying beneath me, in my arms, as if trapping her and kiss her deeply.

Unsatisfied with merely nibbling on her lips, my tongue invades the space between.

I run my tongue across her petite, pristine teeth, her pink, charming gums, and her tongue, enveloping her as if claiming it mine.

Saliva intertwines with saliva in a crude kiss that is far from romantic.

As her brow furrows slightly, I surge my hips forward forcefully.

“Ah, Ahne…”

Simultaneously, Grace, intoxicated with pleasure, summons her strength and encircles my waist with her legs.

Struggling to articulate through her slurred speech, she implores.

“Inside, c-come inside…”

I’ve used contraceptive spells due to my encounters with various women, but hearing it from Grace’s lips was unexpected.

Could the virgin who once knew nothing of men have blushed and secretly sought information on contraceptives after our first night?

The thought of such an image of Grace takes me to my limit.

A woman who prepares contraceptive magic without shame for nighttime activities..!

It pours out like the breach of a dam.

Entrusting my body to the legs that cling tightly, refusing to release me, I come deep inside her, thrusting as far as I can go.

“Ah, wait, let’s take a bre-break…”

“I told you, Grace.”

“A break, right? You just came…”

“Something like that… How can a man resist.”

Grace may not understand, but a man’s ejaculation doesn’t signal the end of sex.

Especially if asked to come inside.

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