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546 No Mark

While Han Se-ah’s eyes were bloodshot with bomb fever, the rest of us enjoyed our time together.

Our bomb fanatic had fixed her camera on herself as she thoroughly scoured every alchemy workshop in the city. “Failure is the mother of success,” she’d said, suggesting that some small-time alchemist in a back alley might have something spectacular to offer, like a hidden quest.

Thanks to this, we enjoyed a leisurely meal while watching Han Se-ah’s back-alley flex tour reeking of gunpowder. Afterward, we had sweets at a café, checked out a newly opened trading company, strolled the streets chatting, rested briefly in the square in front of the cathedral open to citizens, and when too many eyes gathered on us, spoke with a nun who let us climb the bell tower to enjoy the city view before finally having drinks at a tavern.

‘Is this how women spend their day? …If I weren’t a tank, I might not have been able to keep up.’

It was more of a forced march than a date, but seeing even Irene—who should have the lowest stamina stat—walking gracefully beside me with a bright smile and no sign of fatigue was not just admirable but almost terrifying.

Still, time wasn’t eternal, and as we left the tavern, the sunset that had painted the city red faded, giving way to twilight.

Wobbling slightly, Katie—who had somehow drunk a bit more than her limit—smiled brightly while being supported by Irene as she looked in my direction. In contrast, Irene had barely touched her drink. The two of them glanced my way, flashed knowing smiles, and turned to leave.

“Well Roland, the moon’s already up.”

“…You all planned this?”

“Let’s just say there was a friendly agreement~”

Their smiles weren’t directed at me but at Grace, who had wrapped herself around my arm. She clung to me so tightly that even through my armor, I could almost feel a phantom sensation of softness.

It seemed they had agreed to give us time alone, and as a man, I naturally had no reason to object. With eager steps, Grace led me unhesitatingly toward a luxury inn. While cheap inns were packed due to the increased number of adventurers, luxury places—where silver coins vanished just for sleeping and gold coins disappeared if you added meals—always had vacancies.

I handed over a gold coin, received the key to the most expensive room, and as we ascended the stairs with our footsteps echoing, a pleasant silence hung between us. With a hint of sexual tension creating a slight nervousness, I opened the door to reveal a clean, magically-coated room waiting for us.

“…I’ll wash up first?”

“Sure. I need to take care of my armor anyway.”

“That must be uncomfortable when it’s so big. Oh, I meant the armor?”

With a giggle, she slipped into the bathroom still wearing her armor. Even though her leather armor was lighter than mine, she could have removed it first—wasn’t it uncomfortable?

Thinking this, I removed my armor and pushed it against the corner of the room along with my shield and warhammer to keep them out of the way. Though they were reliable life partners that neither broke nor damaged easily, their bulkiness was unavoidably inconvenient…

After changing into the light short-sleeved shirt and shorts provided by the inn as substitute underwear, Grace popped out of the bathroom with perfect timing. Though she was wrapped in a bathrobe, her neck was flushed from the hot water, and the faint scent of perfume wafted from her damp hair—enough to arouse me already.

“I’ll go wash up. You could’ve taken your armor off before going in.”

“It’s fine, I’m going to have the stone dwarves service it tomorrow anyway, so I just tossed it aside.”

Since a man’s shower doesn’t need to take long, and with Grace waiting on the bed in her bathrobe, I washed as quickly as possible—only to emerge to a devastating sight.

As if declaring she’d never been wrapped up to begin with, she lay on the bed wearing only panties, looking up at me. I was so captivated that I didn’t even notice my towel falling from my waist.

This naturally revealed my erect cock. As if she’d heard that covering up could be more erotic, she’d deliberately kept on her snow-white underwear, making rational thought difficult. Seeing her leather armor lying on the floor below the bed and her bow still on the bed—she hadn’t been able to toss it like her armor—aroused me even more, causing me to step forward instinctively.

Since I came out so quickly, she must have rushed to create that pose without having time to put away her bow?

“Did you plan this in advance?”

“Hmm? What do you meaaan~”

Grace playfully looked up at me with a suggestive gaze, ignoring the mess around her. Her look was beyond seduction—it was a sweet, sticky gaze like making love. Even if she’d been fully covered by her robe, that look alone would have excited me.

With these thoughts, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation and moved the bow aside.

“Really, where do you learn these things?”

“Hanna is quite clever about these things too. Must be because she’s a mage?”

“…Hanna’s involved in this?”

Thank you, Han Se-ah.

Apparently, to satisfy her voyeuristic desires, she had gradually fed sexual knowledge to the three innocent women through girls’ talk—for which I was enormously grateful as the beneficiary. With that thought, I climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, feeling all kinds of sensual assault washing over me along with her warm body heat, enraging my cock.

The sweet scent of her skin mingling with the body wash, the archer’s slender body with firm muscles hidden beneath its softness, and large breasts that maintained their presence no matter what—all combined into a powerful non-verbal seduction that made me want to pounce, thin strip of fabric be damned.

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Grace turned out to be quite sexually curious.

Her reaction was different from Katie, who, with childlike innocence, oversimplified male-female love as something vaguely romantic, and from Irene, who as a saint of the Goddess of Life, seemed willing to receive a man’s desire.

To put it bluntly, she had the courage and initiative to experiment with all the lewd knowledge that Han Se-ah—who probably wanted to record hidden camera footage for her own masturbation material—had imparted.

“Mmh-♥ How is it? Is my hand enough to make you feel good?”

“I just like everything about your body.”

“Huhuhu♥ That sounds like something a player would say, but I like it-♥”

As I covered Grace without hesitation, my cock throbbing, she—despite being pinned under my muscular bulk—lowered the hands covering her chest and boldly grabbed the fully erect meat rod.

Holding my fearsome cock that was dripping pre-cum from excitement over her scent and warmth, she began moving both hands and rubbing it against her soft lower belly. My shaft wrapped in her slender fingers and my large head pressing and rubbing against her lower abdomen and navel.

Beyond this lay Grace’s womb. That soft, malleable feeling that retained its femininity despite being toned as an adventurer without an ounce of excess fat—a different kind of softness than her breasts. It was so enchanting, like some kind of pressure masturbation or floor humping, that even as I embraced Grace and sandwiched her between me and the bed, she flexibly continued moving her wrists to pleasure me.

“Mm♥ So strong…♥ A bit tight, but I don’t mind…♥”

“Sorry, just, hold on a bit-“

“Haha, I’m the one pinned down, but you’re breathing harder than me♥”

Well, Grace might be sandwiched between me and the bed, but my cock was sandwiched between her palms and lower belly. A male with his weak spot in someone else’s grasp is naturally vulnerable, regardless of weight class or fighting power. Though it might be uncomfortable, Grace—not yet consumed by pleasure—smiled leisurely.

Part of me wanted to thrust my hips down and ignore that thin piece of fabric to plunge my cock deep inside, but the desire to lie still and continue receiving my loving girlfriend’s handjob wouldn’t fade either.

However enticing Grace’s soft lower belly might be, I couldn’t receive a handjob forever. I could tell from Grace’s increasingly heated breathing as the warmth from my cockhead pounding against her lower abdomen, right above her womb, combined with the heat radiating from my aroused muscles.

“Whew, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m putting it in, Grace.”

“Huh? You’re not going to cum first?”

“Trying to drain my stamina beforehand?”

“…Hehe♥ You caught me?”

So that’s why she specifically learned about handjobs, and the peculiar kind where she rubs it against her lower belly—she was planning to drain my semen and stamina first.

Finding her futile effort both cute and slightly mischievous, I abruptly raised my upper body with a thrust of my hips and burrowed between Grace’s legs. The cool air briefly rushed between our sweat-dampened naked bodies as we separated, but before we could even feel the chill—

Squelch♥♥♥

“Still, hngh♥♥♥”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“No, it’s, it’s biiig♥”

Grace tried to say something while looking up at me coquettishly, but once I thrust deeply into her womb entrance that had been pounded from the outside, she couldn’t continue and started panting instead.

We were embracing as lovers, having shared foreplay so perverted it could be called depraved. Getting aroused by pressing my cockhead against her lower abdomen wasn’t just happening to me—Grace was the same. As they say, only those who’ve tasted meat know its flavor—her body, already accustomed to mine, was fully prepared.

Too impatient to remove her panties properly, I just pushed them aside with my cockhead and went squelch, squelch, squelch—♥♥♥

“Ungh♥ I, I, heard something, from Hanna, haaah♥♥♥”

“That can wait, we can, whew, do it again later—”

Though I hadn’t even touched her down there, she was plenty wet, swallowing my weapon-like cock in one go, offering her precious womb entrance directly. Unable to ignore such an enthusiastic response, I shook my hips vigorously like a dog in heat.