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20: 3★ ‘Novice Ranger’ Grace

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In the dimly lit alleyway, a pair of mischievous eyes scrutinized me.

Through seemingly half-closed, narrow slits, I could see the faint brown of her irises.

Her gaze was far too sharp to be that of someone intoxicated.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Do I really need to say it out loud?” she replied.

After enjoying a delicious meal, Han Se-ah and I parted ways.

She promptly grabbed her key and headed to her room, possibly to log out.

But Grace was different.

When the waitress we had been chatting with earlier approached me, Grace feigned drunkenness and clung to my arm, practically pushing me out the building.

“Well… I was just a bit curious about a senior adventurer’s accommodations.”

Her ample bosom pressed firmly against my arm, barely contained by her plain leather armor.

It was astonishing that such a simple, unadorned garment could showcase a woman’s allure so effectively.

In the darkening street, people like us were the only ones remaining – male adventurers reeking of alcohol and stumbling about, and the prostitutes clinging to them.

Even after Han Se-ah and other players entered the world, the original prostitutes hadn’t disappeared.

“I gathered my courage for this. How much longer do you plan to wander the streets?”

This wasn’t my first time in such a situation.

My handsome face had attracted a variety of women, from stressed female adventurers facing life-or-death situations to widows and noblewomen who summoned me under the pretext of a request.

But what caught me off guard were her eyes.

They weren’t the sticky, lustful gaze that desired my appearance and body; instead, they were filled with joy and longing.

After a decade in this fantasy world as a warrior, I had become adept at reading people’s intentions, so her eyes were all the more disconcerting.

She was a 3★ character I had never met before.

Why was she looking at me so affectionately?

“…Have we met before?”

“Oh my, what an old-fashioned pick-up line.”

“No, it’s just…”

Grace artfully dodged my question. With her thin, upturned eyes, she looked sly, almost fox-like.

With her grey hair, brown irises, and slender eyes, I could almost believe her character was inspired by a grey fox.

Even if Grace had some inexplicable feelings toward me, I couldn’t just stand idly under the moonlight.

As she pressed her ample form against my arm, urging me onward, I gave in to the alcohol and headed toward my lodgings.

“If we go this far, it’s no longer a joke. Can you handle it?”

“A joke? I’ve been serious from the start.”

“No, I mean… can you handle this?”

As we slowly walked back, I analyzed Grace clinging to me.

I wasn’t being hostile or suspicious of her or anything.

“Don’t underestimate a senior adventurer’s physique. It might be too much for a maiden to handle,” I warned.

As a man who has had countless encounters with women, I was analyzing the lady who would please me tonight.

She skillfully feigned intoxication, leaning into my embrace.

She seemed like a professional from that kind of industry: she wrapped her arm around mine, pressed her chest against me, and guided my steps.

However, there were no further advances during our leisurely ten-minute stroll in the night breeze.

To be honest, frustrated widows and desperate single women would often grope my muscles and thighs like mad, naturally checking just how sturdy I was down below.

She nestled in my arms, but there was no hand caressing my chest.

While she held my arm and pressed her chest against me, her hand remained on my elbow and forearm.

There was only one conclusion.

“I see you’re tired, oh…”

I gently took her hand that was delicately resting on my arm and guided it toward my thigh.

Her fingertips, which seemed to flinch nervously, didn’t refuse and obediently followed my guidance to where they should be.

A heavy sensation that could only be felt through my pants.

“Oh, what-“

Her tiny lips, unable to accept the reality grasped within her hand, were slightly parted in surprise.

Trembling, she tried to measure its size with her hand but it instead reacted to her touch, which caused her to jump in fright and pull her hand away.

To think she would be so startled by the twitching that she’d pull her hand away – she was undoubtedly a naive girl who knew nothing about men.

Looking rather cute. Regardless of her intentions, I couldn’t back down now that we’d come this far.

I wrapped my arm around Grace’s waist as we stopped walking and guided her by placing my hand on her lower abdomen.

“Of course, even if you can’t handle it, I won’t let you go. We’ll have a grand party member initiation ceremony.”

“…”

Grace lowered her head in embarrassment, her fair ears flushing red enough to be seen in the dim alley.

I could feel the pounding of her heart through my palm on her stomach.

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As we entered the building and opened the door to our lodging, I had a sudden realization.

This place, where the magic key activates the magical devices in the room… Isn’t it a motel?

“Phew… Haah…”

As I entertained such absurd thoughts, Grace slipped out of my arms and naturally entered the bathroom.

I watched her back as she took a deep breath and seemed to make some sort of silent resolution, and I sat on the bed to undress.

My chiseled muscles were revealed under the casually discarded shirt.

My member, so erect that the thin fabric of my underwear couldn’t contain it, stood proudly.

I sat with my legs spread wide, fully exposed to the bathroom, and before long, the door opened.

“Alright, I’m- Kyaaak!”

“Hm? What did you say?”

She had emerged from the bathroom, having only managed to fix her hair neatly.

However, her gaze, which was staring straight at my face, shifted down incredulously to verify the size of the thing she had just touched.

Then, with a swish, her gaze shot back up to meet mine.

“Why, why are you undressed?”

“The night is too short to wait for you to undress me.”

With a mischievous grin, I sprang from the bed, causing the young woman to take a step back.

Despite having some experience, she was still a novice adventurer who needed to learn firsthand what a tank was.

That was the secret to ‘Paladin Roland’s’ success in the adventurers’ world: he would exploit his opponents’ weaknesses and throw them off balance, seizing control of the battle.

“Are you planning to retreat to the bathroom again?”

“Um, didn’t you ask if this was our first meeting?”

In Grace’s eyes, my appearance was nothing short of a walking sculpture.

My towering height, broad chest-like armor, and barely clothed muscular body were all imposing.

The cunning look she once wore had disappeared.

She tried to stall, hoping to say something to buy some time.

However, I didn’t care about that right now.

I strode toward her as she tried to sneak back into the bathroom.

As she attempted to sneak back into the bathroom, I strode forward, closing the distance between us.

She bowed her head, but looking down only revealed my threatening manhood.

Unable to look up or down, she froze. I reached out and effortlessly lifted her.

“Ah, wait a moment―”

Her scent was a pleasant mix of faint perfume and a sweet aroma from the soap she had used.

I suspect she had purchased it with a big chunk of her novice income.

That subtle fragrance was the last straw for my already limited patience.

As I carried her towards the bed, I could feel the smooth sensation of her thighs against my arm.

She squirmed slightly in my embrace, embarrassed by the princess carry.

However, her protests stopped when I eyed her chest, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself.

“Aren’t you curious why I wanted to join your party?”

Grace’s attempt at starting a conversation fell flat as I ignored her and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Each button revealed more of her pale skin, which seemed unbelievable for a woman who had trained as a ranger in the medieval era without sunscreen.

With each button undone, her cleavage deepened, and her chest swayed with every movement of my hand.

I continued downward, she flinched at each button I released.

Her shirt fell open, exposing her lower chest, flat stomach, and navel.

“You’re truly beautiful.”

“Ah, I didn’t know you could be so forward,” she replied.

“With a body as enticing as yours, which man could resist?”

“How many women have you said that to?”

“Right now, only you.”

Instead of the overpowering scent of perfume meant to mask unpleasant odors, the subtle aroma of her soap filled the air, accompanied by the sweet scent of her skin.

As I slid my hand beneath her waistband and pressed my lips to her stomach, her thighs clenched and trembled.

Seizing the opportunity, I swiftly snuck my hand up and pulled down her long skirt.

Thanks to my 6★ stats, I could easily lift a woman with one hand, which came in handy in situations like this.

I didn’t need her assistance in lifting the hips to make it easier to remove.

With just the strength of my wrist, I could easily lift her high enough to remove what I needed to.

“When we first met long ago, you didn’t have this kind of image…”

Realizing belatedly that her skirt had been whisked away, she covered her face with both hands.

Despite her attempt to hide, her snow-white underwear was already fully exposed.

My arousal intensified at the sight of her modern-looking, white bra – out of place in this medieval world.

Perhaps this design was intended for the players, just like the occasionally seen fried chicken-like food.

A hint of modernity in this odd place… After all, it was a world within a game.

Of course, even though it was a game world, my senses weren’t fake.

The blood-spattering battles were real, the female adventurer who pounced on me was real, and the noblewomen who used requests as an excuse to drag me into their bedrooms were real too.

Just like Grace, who was now lying on the bed.

“It might hurt a bit… Or maybe more than a bit.”

“At least say you’ll try to make it not hurt…”

As I listened to her soft murmur, I pressed my lips against her snowy navel once more. Each time my lips pressed her navel, she twitched.

Gradually, I moved my lips from her navel to her lower abdomen, then to her panty line.

Finally, I arrived at the damp bottom part of her underwear.

The heated scent of the woman’s body assaulted my nostrils, making my head swim.

As I openly pressed my lips against her, a mix of shame and pleasure enveloped Grace.

She tightened her thighs around me, but it didn’t deter me.

A measly 3★ archer’s squirming couldn’t stop the movements of a 6★ tank.

“I’ll try to make it not hurt.”

“Really? I should bow in gratitude.”

Grace exhaled a long breath and removed the hands covering her face. Her hands obediently climbed atop her slightly spread breasts.

As a result, her arms pushed her breasts together, creating an even deeper cleavage.

…Her face was hidden by her chest.

I felt that the foreplay was enough, so I slowly stood up and removed my underwear.

She gazed at me intently, as if to take in every detail of my stance as I positioned myself between her thighs on the bed.

Her legs were spread, gripping my thighs, and she maintained her composure until my manhood, akin to a paladin’s mace, rested atop her womanhood.

At that moment, her pupils trembled once more.

“Can you really do this without hurting me?”

“Of course… Once you get used to it, it won’t hurt.”

“Before I get used to it, ahhhh―”

I moved my hips back and forth, pressing my manhood against her clit, applying some lubricant, and then started.

The sensation of pushing through the warm folds of flesh, the surprised muscles wrapping around me, and the sensation of the tip hitting something soon after.

Despite being a gacha character, receiving ranger training, and even building a career as an adventurer, she was still a virgin?

“Ah, it really hurts…”

Grace’s voice was full of moisture, perhaps from tears caused by the pain of penetration.

I briefly lowered my upper body to kiss her, taking in the tears at the corner of her eyes.

I tenderly kissed her tears away, then moved from her eyelids to her nose, from her nose to her cheeks, and from her cheeks…

Hugging her close, I continued to press my lips against hers.

As her composure gradually returned, she murmured softly into my ear.

Hearing her voice, I felt a little more at ease.

I held her close to my chest, pushing my hips forward once more.

My chest pressed against her soft, ample flesh and the firm tips of her breasts.

As our hips met, they produced a lewd sound.

“When I was young, a wandering monster appeared in our village.”

Grace said, catching her breath before she continued.

Her voice, soft and intimate, filled my ears like a living blanket covering me.

I moved my hips very slowly, listening to her voice mixed with her labored breath.

“In the village, we had my father, a retired ranger… The rest were just old men, so we would’ve been doomed if a creature stronger than a goblin showed up.”

“Is that when we met?”

“Yes, though it seems our dear knight doesn’t remember,” she said with a teasing smile. “Hmph! You don’t have anything to say, so you’re poking me?”

I moved my hips leisurely, matching her slow breaths.

My movements were so slow that even a goblin’s club swing would be faster.

Roughing her insides with the head of my member, her breathing became rougher.

Her delicate hand, which had been caressing my back, suddenly scratched me in protest.

After discovering that adventuring in the tower led to terrible homelessness, I had traveled far and wide, completing quests to earn money.

I had grand dreams of adorning my retirement home with modern magical gadgets, and so I wandered endlessly.

“I never heard about a beauty like you living in the village I saved,” I said.

“Heh, well, back then, I was a scrawny little girl, so you wouldn’t recognize me.”

It would be difficult for anyone to recognize that the filthy child from a poor village had grown into a glamorous beauty with a lovely scent.

With a sense of injustice fueling me, I thrust my hips forward, inserting my length up to the very end.

“I’ve grown up like this, but you haven’t changed much… Are you an elf from a story?”

“Want to touch my ears?”

Her hand, which had been gently scratching my back, rose to wrap around my nape and pulled me downward.

I could easily support her weight, but I obediently lowered my head. Her eyes, now filled with laughter, came closer and closer until—

Her lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

“Even if you’re not an elf or a prince from a story, I’m truly grateful to you, my knight. The daughter of a hunter from that poor village became an adventurer because she wanted to see you again, even if it was just once.”

It was as if she was confessing.

“I thought that if I hunted monsters, I’d become a famous adventurer. You turned out to be a much more incredible person than I imagined… I never expected to meet you like this in the tower.”

“Grace.”

“…Hmm?”

Upon hearing her name, she widened her eyes in surprise.

I interrupted her smooth, silky voice and used my arm to prop my upper body up.

Our skin was pressed together, drenched in sweat and sticking together uncomfortably.

The sensation of loss when her heaving chest separated from me was almost palpable, but I gritted my teeth and said:

“Men can’t hold back when they hear such words, you know.”

“Hold back? What are you… Wait, in this situation?”

“I told you, the night is too short.”

Ignoring the flustered Grace, I grabbed her firm, shapely thigh instead of embracing her.

The menacing outline of my manhood appeared above her slender waist, devoid of any excess fat.

As I lifted my upper body, Grace, who had just now seen what was below, asked me with a trembling voice:

“You’ll be gentle, right?”

“I told you, I can’t hold back when you say things like that.”

“What shouldn’t I say- ah!”

What followed was not a tender exchange of memories, but a sensual conversation between our bodies.

I moved my hips relentlessly, making her moan until her voice gave out.

As my hips and her pelvis collided, the sound of flesh slapping echoed, and our fluids soiled her slim waist.

Of course, her swaying breasts had long been smeared with my saliva and bite marks as I moved my hips and thrust inside her.

The mischievous glint in her once-narrow eyes was now obscured by tears.

Her mouth, which had moaned tirelessly, hung open, covered in saliva.

I slipped a finger into her scarlet lips; her tongue didn’t even flinch.

“How does it feel, Grace? …It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

“Ah… Hah…”

There was no coherent response.

If I continue like this, tomorrow’s adventure might be canceled.

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