No to Being the Suffering Heroine! – Chapter 64

“Huu… how is it, feeling a bit cooler?”

“Mmm… a little bit…”

Hilde nodded with a blank face, her chest fully exposed.

Her brain, soaked in alcohol, had no capacity left to recognize what kind of situation this was.

She was just satisfied that it was a bit cooler than before.

“Then… shall we take this off too?”

Amy looked down at Hilde like that, then turned her gaze to the side, turning her body towards the last remaining hill.

Towards the triangular piece of cloth between her long, deer-like white legs, which occasionally showed through due to being soaked with sweat.

“…Gulp.”

Amy swallowed her dry saliva and slightly inserted her fingers on both sides of Hilde’s pelvis, stroking her skin with her fingertips while pulling down the piece of cloth caught on her fingers.

‘…Lemon color. And… pink.’

Relishing in the lemon-colored body hair matching her head hair, the pink crevice tightly closed like new, and the thick, rich body scent mixed in the rising steam.

It was a scent so sweet it felt like her nose might melt.

“Mmm… Now it feels… goood…”

Perhaps thanks to having taken off even her underwear, Hilde squirmed with a pleasant smile, feeling as if the irritating heat was quickly cooling down.

To fully enjoy the coolness spreading across her skin, she spread her tightly closed legs slightly wider than her shoulders, fully revealing what was between them.

This was nothing more than an instinctive movement, but to Amy’s eyes, intoxicated with alcohol and excitement, it seemed like a gesture of silent permission.

“Hilde, how is it now? Are you feeling better?”

“Mmm… good…”

“…Shall I make you feel even better?”

“Moorre…?”

Hilde turned her eyes, which were about to close, towards the direction of the voice.

While drooling saliva heavily mixed with fruit scent and alcohol smell from her wide-open mouth.

“Yes, I could make you feel much better than now. How about it?”

“…Mmm.”

It wasn’t an answer given with understanding of the dark and lecherous intent contained in Amy’s words.

No, far from understanding the intent, Hilde was already in a state where she couldn’t even recognize what she was saying.

Spinning vision. Dizzy head. A body both hot and cold, and the oncoming drowsiness.

Hilde’s intelligence had literally dropped to the level of a snail at this point.

“Moorre… do it…”

Even the words coming out of her mouth were not answers containing her own intentions, but merely parroting Amy’s words like a broken radio.

“Really? You definitely said that? You’re asking me to do it. Right?”

For Amy, that alone was enough of an answer.

“Haah…!”

Although it was close to receiving worship while prostrated, there was no reason to hesitate anymore once permission was given.

Amy no longer tried to hide her rough breathing, and with her cheeks flushed red with expectation and desire, she openly stretched out her trembling hands forward.

Her left hand with fingers spread wide like claws as if grasping a ball, and her right hand with her ring and middle fingers neatly gathered and bent, their nails cut short.

The meaning contained in those fingers was so clear there was no need to even think about it.

A forbidden area that two heroes had coveted but neither had been able to touch even with a fingertip.

Is it saying that it would finally be conquered by the touch of an ordinary civilian magician who couldn’t even be compared to heroes?

Plop.

Sweat that had trickled down Amy’s chin fell onto Hilde’s white abdomen, leaving a faint wet trail as it slid and quietly pooled in her navel.

“Mmm…”

Hilde, who reflexively moaned at the sensation, lightly tightened her white abs and gently shook her chest that had risen like peaks.

As if welcoming the touch approaching her.

And so, as Amy’s fingers, aiming simultaneously for Hilde’s upper and lower body, were about to clearly leave an unforgettable mark on the sensitive and soft pink flesh—

“That’s enough.”

The blade of a greatsword looming over Amy’s neck abruptly stopped her fingers.

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A cold and sharp sensation as if it would dig into her nape at any moment.

Amy’s mind, which had been burning with excitement, cooled chillingly with a sense of crisis as if doused with cold water.

‘…Right. I had forgotten about her.’

Amy slowly lifted her fingers that had been about to touch Hilde’s skin and let out a deep sigh.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A voice as cold as that of a judge looking down at a death row inmate.

With a chilling killing intent that made her wet thighs dry up, Amy trembled slightly and turned her head to look at the face of the assailant who had pointed a blade at her.

A girl with messy black hair grown almost to the point of being unkempt.

Golden eyes that seemed to shine brightly even in the darkness were glaring at her with an inorganic gaze.

Although her youthful face was flushed red like a tomato, she didn’t look particularly frightening, but…

‘…With just a slight flick of her wrist, my neck would be sliced like a twig.’

The blade looming over her neck gave Amy a sense of crisis that she might die ridiculously if she made even one mistake in her words.

‘She probably wouldn’t really kill me. At least not here.’

However, Amy’s reason was certain that this place wouldn’t become her grave.

If she did that, not only would it be impossible to clean up afterwards, but it would also cause great trouble for Hilde, whom Friede was dying for.

‘Still… I can’t be at ease.’

Of course, saying she couldn’t kill her here meant that she could kill her anytime in places other than here.

In other words, how Amy answered now would determine her remaining lifespan.

“…Want to do it together?”

Therefore, Amy put forth what she considered her best option. An incredibly bold proposal to share Hilde.

“Wh-what do you mean do it together, you crazy woman!”

Fortunately, it wasn’t the wrong answer. At least, the blade looming over her neck moved away.

“Filthy, filthy! Get away from Hilde!”

Judging by Friede’s reaction, shouting with her face red like a volcano about to erupt, it was clear that it wasn’t exactly the right answer either.

“What, why are you getting so angry? Weren’t you planning to do this too when you encouraged Hilde to drink?”

In a tone suggesting that what they were going to do was the same, so wasn’t it too much to call only her filthy?

“No, I wasn’t!”

For Friede, this was truly an absurd misunderstanding and false accusation.

She had only wanted to see Hilde a bit loosened up from the alcohol, she didn’t have even the slightest thought of taking advantage of a drunk Hilde.

“Th-that’s not right! Touching someone who can’t even control their body because they’re drunk, how is that different from a rapist?”

“It’s very different.”

Amy smiled with a face that seemed to ask what nonsense Friede was talking about.

“I’m not trying to force her if she says no, I’m not going to touch her and run away irresponsibly, and I’m not going to just satisfy myself and end it, but make Hilde feel good too. How is this rape in any way?”

Friede’s mouth gaped open. Because she couldn’t think of any words to answer.

“So, this is just… like stamping a seal before dating, that kind of thing. You don’t seem to know, but these days this is a natural procedure.”

“What…?”

It wasn’t that she was persuaded by Amy’s words, but because she couldn’t understand at all Amy’s way of thinking that spat out such ridiculous sophistry as if it were natural.

‘She says that’s natural? My goodness, there’s a limit even to being promiscuous and lewd…! Do people in this country all think that’s normal?’

That was the only impression Friede felt after hearing Amy’s words.

“It might be natural in this country… but not in the Rhine Kingdom. So, don’t even dream of it. Such acts.”

Therefore, Friede shook her head resolutely and lightly swung the greatsword she had set aside.

Meaning she wouldn’t let it slide if Amy touched Hilde for such reasons.

“What, were you from the same hometown as her?”

Amy tilted her head slightly and frowned. With a face asking if Friede had been lying about her place of origin and sticking close to Hilde.

“…”

Friede didn’t answer. Because there was no need to make excuses.

“…Well, that’s not important right now.”

Amy sighed faintly, brushing her hair slightly with an attitude that said if Friede didn’t want to answer, then forget it.

“So, you’re saying you’ll interfere with me to the end? You have no intention of doing it together, and you won’t leave me alone either?”

“O-Of course. Because it’s something Ms. Hilde would dislike.”

“Hah…”

For Amy, it was irritating.

If it had been an ordinary brat, she would have threatened them with magic and chased them away without even bothering to talk…

‘…If we fight, I’d lose, right?’

The girl before her eyes was a formidable opponent who seemed difficult to defeat even if Amy herself split into two and attacked, despite her small size. There was no chance of winning with force instead of words.

“Ah, I get it? Such things, first, o-only after becoming a couple and getting proper permission…”

“What a childish idea. How long are you going to sit and wait for that? No, what if Hilde refuses in the first place? Are you just going to give up and back off?”

Amy clicked her tongue and rebutted.

They say love between women isn’t that rare, but it’s still not as common as heterosexual love, is it?

Therefore, for a woman to win over another woman, she needs to throw away her passive attitude and actively grab the other person like a predator.

While putting forward such logic.

“That’s…”

“That’s why I’m saying we should start with one night first? After that, it was good, I love you, take responsibility… you cling to them with words like that. Things like a person’s preferences or tastes can change quite a bit just from properly sleeping together once, you know.”

In other words, she was saying to get them drunk, create a fait accompli, and then use that as an excuse to cling to them.

“Th-that’s blackmail…!”

For Friede’s ethical standards, it was such an immoral idea that she could never agree to such a proposal.

“Well, isn’t it hard to call it blackmail? It’s useless if the other person doesn’t have those feelings.”

“No, but still…!”

“You’re so frustrating…. I’m telling you to just do it once, pretending to be fooled? Look. Hilde’s already fallen asleep, right? If it looks like the situation will get complicated, you can just pretend nothing happened.”

Amy said, spreading Hilde’s thighs wide open. With a snake-like smile.

The faintly split pink crevice was imprinted on Friede’s retina like a branding iron. Along with a drop of dew clinging between the gap.

Friede bit her lip, her eyes trembling.

“Uu… ah… uugh…!”

It took truly enormous patience to resist that temptation. Patience beyond resisting the mental magic emitted by monsters.

“…No. Absolutely not.”

However, Friede endured the temptation of desire boiling up like flames, gritting her molars to the point of crushing.

It could be said that her mental strength, if nothing else, was at a level not shameful to the name of hero.

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Tl/note: Amy, Amy… go to jail lmao