episode_0064

“Hmm… How is it? Isn’t it refreshing?”

“Uh-huh… a little bit…”

Hilde nodded her head with a vacant expression, baring her chest.

Her alcohol-soaked brain had no capacity to recognize what was happening right now.

She was merely satisfied that she felt a little cooler than before.

“Well then… should we get rid of this too?”

Amy looked down at Hilde and then turned her gaze sideways, twisting her body toward the last remaining summit.

Between her long, deer-like, white legs, damp with sweat, she aimed for the triangular piece of fabric that peeked out here and there.

“Gulp.”

Having swallowed dry saliva, Amy lightly slipped her fingers into Hilde’s hips, sweeping her fingertips over her skin and pulling the piece of fabric caught on her fingers downward.

“Lemon color. And… pink color.”

Enjoying the strong and rich scent mixed in the steam, the lemon-colored hair, tightly clamped like new, the pink crevice, and the scent that seemed to melt the nose with sweetness.

“Uh-huh… Now… I feel… so good…”

Perhaps because she had taken off all her underwear, Hilde, feeling a pleasant sensation as if the irritating heat was rapidly dissipating, smiled happily and rolled around.

Wanting to fully enjoy the coolness transmitted through her skin, she spread her two legs, which had been tightly pressed together, a little wider than her shoulders, revealing the space between them.

This was nothing more than an instinctive movement, but to Amy, who was intoxicated by the alcohol and excitement, it seemed like an unspoken permission.

“Hilde, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?”

“Uh-huh… better…”

“Should I make you feel even better?”

“Even… more…?”

Hilde, with eyes on the verge of closing, turned her gaze in the direction of the voice.

Drooling a mixture of fruit and alcohol scents from her parted lips.

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

“Uh-huh.”

The answer she spat out did not convey any understanding of the lewd and sinister intent behind Amy’s words.

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

A spinning view. Dizzy head. A rush of heat and cold through her body, along with surging numbness.

Hilde’s current situation was such that her intelligence had dropped to the level of a literal snail.

“Mo…re…”

Even the words uttered from her mouth were nothing more than mimicking Amy’s speech like a broken radio, devoid of her own intent.

“Really? You definitely said that? You asked for it. Right?”

For Amy, that alone was a sufficient answer.

“Haah…!”

It was a gesture almost like begging, but once permission was granted, there was no reason to hesitate further.

Amy, without any thought of concealing her rough breath, extended her trembling hands, reddening her cheeks, reaching out openly.

Her left hand, fingers spread wide like claws, and her right hand, neatly gathering the ring and middle fingers with short-clipped nails.

The meaning behind those fingers was so clear that there was hardly any need for contemplation.

Two heroes stared, yet neither could lay a finger on the other.

Could it be that finally conquering this was the touch of an ordinary commoner mage, so mundane that it couldn’t even be compared to a hero?

Tap.

Sweat trickled down Amy’s chin onto Hilde’s fair abdomen, leaving a faint trail as it gently pooled around her navel.

“Yeah….”

Reacting reflexively to the sensation, Hilde lightly trembled her chest, which rose like a peak, lightly squeezing her white abs.

As if welcoming the approaching touch.

Thus, just as the fingers aimed at both Hilde’s upper and lower body were about to vividly mark unforgettable traces on her sensitive and tender pinkish flesh—

“That’s enough.”

The blade of Amy’s greatsword, draped over her neck, abruptly halted her fingers.

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A chilling and sharp sensation that seemed ready to plunge into her throat at any moment.

Amy’s excitement, which had been soaring, cooled off sharply in the face of this sudden sense of danger.

“…Right. I forgot about her.”

Amy slowly raised her finger, which was about to touch Hilde’s skin, and let out a deep sigh.

“Now, what do you want to do?”

Her voice was as cold as the judge looking down at the death row prisoner.

Between the soaked thighs that had become chillingly dry, Amy shivered slightly and turned her head to look at the face of the woman who had plunged a blade toward her.

A girl with messy, almost dreadlocked black hair.

Her golden eyes seemed to shine even in the darkness, glaring at her with a fierce gaze.

Though her face was blushing like a tomato, she didn’t seem particularly scared…

“…If I just flick my wrist, your neck would be sliced like a twig.”

The blade at her throat conveyed a sense of imminent danger, suggesting that even a single mistake could lead to instant death.

“I really can’t bring myself to kill you. At least not here.”

However, Amy’s reason assured her that this place wouldn’t be her grave.

Not only would it make any cover-up impossible, but it would also cause significant trouble for Hilde, who was already struggling to survive.

“Still… I can’t be completely at ease.”

Of course, the fact that she couldn’t kill her here meant that elsewhere, at any time, she could be killed. In other words, what she said next would determine her remaining lifespan.

“…Do you want to join me?”

Therefore, Amy carefully considered her best option and proposed to Hilde, who was known for her audacity.

“What, join you? What are you talking about, you crazy woman!”

Fortunately, it wasn’t the wrong answer. At least, the blade at her throat had moved away for now.

“Unclean, unclean! Get away from Hilde!”

Looking at Freida’s reaction, which was like a volcano about to erupt, it was clear that it was an ambiguous choice, to say the least.

“Why are you so angry? Weren’t you the one who suggested drinking to Hilde in the first place?”

The tone suggested that it was unfair to call only her unclean when they were both up to the same tricks.

“Is that not true?!”

For Freida, it was truly an absurd misunderstanding and false accusation.

She simply wanted to see a slightly tipsy Hilde, with no intention of bothering her while she was drunk.

“That’s not right! Touching someone who’s unable to control themselves due to alcohol, isn’t that the same as being a rapist?”

“It’s quite different,” Amy smirked.

“I’m not trying to force her if she doesn’t want it, or irresponsibly run away after touching her. I’m not just satisfying myself and leaving; I also want Hilde to feel good. Where do you see this as rape?”

Freida was speechless, unable to come up with a response.

“So, this is just… like putting a stamp on something before dating, or something like that. You might not know, but nowadays, this is a natural process.”

“What…?”

Not convinced by Amy’s words, and unable to comprehend her absurd reasoning, Freida couldn’t understand how anyone could consider such behavior normal.

“Maybe it’s normal here, but not in the Line Kingdom. So, don’t even think about it. Such things.”

Therefore, Freida shook her head decisively and lightly waved the greatsword she had set aside, indicating that she wouldn’t stand still if Hilde were touched for such a reason.

“Hey, were you two in cahoots?”

Amy raised an eyebrow, as if suspecting that Freida was hiding her origins and sticking around because of them.

“…”

Freida didn’t respond, seeing no need to justify herself.

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

With an attitude that suggested she didn’t want to answer, Amy ran her fingers through her hair and let out a shallow sigh.

“So, in the end, you’re going to keep interfering with me? You have no intention of being together, nor do you plan to leave me alone, do you?”

“Of course not. Because Hilde wouldn’t like it.”

“Hah…”

As Amy, irritation was something that overwhelmed her.

If she had been an ordinary little girl, she would have threatened and driven her away with magic without mixing words…

“…I’ll win if we fight, right?”

The girl in front of her seemed like a formidable opponent, making it difficult for Amy to win even when she doubled herself on a trivial subject. There was no chance of winning through words alone.

“Ah, I see? That kind of thing, well, once we are in a relationship, properly approved… then….”

“It’s such a childish idea. When did you plan to wait for that? No, what if Hilde rejects it? Just give up and back off?”

Amy retorted, sticking out her tongue.

Love between women is not so rare, but still, it’s not as common as heterosexual love. Therefore, in order for a woman to conquer another woman, she must discard a passive attitude and actively cling to her prey like a predatory animal.

She asserted this logic.

“Well….”

“So, does that mean we should start with one night first? And then say, ‘Okay, I love you, take responsibility’ or something like that. People’s preferences and tastes can change quite a bit just by experiencing them properly once.”

In short, after making someone drink and creating a fact, they should stick to that as an excuse.

“That, that’s blackmail…!”

Because it was such an unethical idea according to Freida’s ethical standards, it was a proposal she could never agree to.

“Well, calling it blackmail might be a bit difficult. If the other person doesn’t feel that way, then it’s just useless talk.”

“No, still…!”

“Frustrating… Let’s pretend and do it at least once, okay? Look. Hilde is already asleep, right? If things seem to get complicated, just act like nothing happened.”

Amy said, showing Hilde’s two thighs widely spread. She smiled like a snake.

A faintly cracked pink crevice was embedded in Freida’s retina like a frame. Along with a single drop of dew clinging in the crevice.

Freida bit her lip, trembling.

“Uh… ah… ugh…!”

It truly required an immense amount of patience to resist that temptation. It demanded more than just mental fortitude to withstand the psychic magic emitted by the monsters.

“…No. Absolutely not.”

Nevertheless, Pride managed to endure the temptation of desire, boiling like molten lava, clenching her teeth.

Even if her skills were lacking, it could be said that she was at a level of mental strength that was not shameful for someone bearing the title of a hero.