“Ugh… How’s that? Feeling a bit cooler?”
“Umm… a little bit…”
Hilde, with a dazed look on her face and her chest fully exposed, nodded. Her alcohol-soaked brain couldn’t grasp the situation unfolding around her. She was merely pleased to find herself feeling a bit cooler than before.
“Then… should we take this off too?”
As she looked down at Hilde, Amy turned her gaze to the last remaining obstacle, shifting her body towards it.
Between her deer-like long, white legs, a small triangular piece of fabric was barely visible, dampened by sweat.
Gulp.
Amy swallowed hard, her fingers lightly slipping into either side of Hilde’s hips, trailing down her skin, as she tugged the tiny cloth downward.
‘…Lemon color. And… pink.’
She reveled in the rich and dense scent mixing with the steam rising, the lemon-colored downy hair and the tightly closed pink slit, almost like a feast for her senses.
It was a sweetness that made her nose tingle.
“Umm… this feels… nice…”
Thanks to stripping off everything, including her underwear, Hilde felt the irritating heat dissipate, smiling blissfully as she rolled around. She widened her legs slightly more than her shoulders, exposing herself fully to relish the coolness flowing down her skin.
Though this was purely instinctive, in her boozy and excited haze, Amy interpreted it as an unspoken invitation.
“Hilde, how are you feeling now? Better?”
“Umm… yeah…”
“……Wanna feel even better?”
“Better…?” Hilde turned her sleepy eyes towards the source of the voice, drooling through her slightly parted lips, a mixture of fruit and alcohol wafting through the air.
“Yeah, I can make you feel way better. How about that?”
“……Umm.”
Her response was not fully grasping the lascivious intent behind Amy’s words. Hilde was so impaired that she didn’t even realize what she was saying.
Spinning vision. Dizziness. A body feeling both hot and cold, all blended with an overwhelming urge.
At that moment, Hilde’s intelligence had literally plummeted to snail levels.
“Better… pleaaaase.”
Even the word spilling out of her mouth wasn’t a conscious request but merely a broken record echoing Amy’s words.
“Really? You said that, huh? You’re asking me to do it. Right?”
For Amy, that was good enough.
“Hah…!”
In a posture reminiscent of a prayer, having received permission, there was no reason for hesitation now.
Without bothering to hide her ragged breaths, Amy’s cheeks flushed with anticipation and desire, her trembling hands boldly reaching forward.
With her left hand, fingers spread wide like claws grasping a ball, and her right hand, with neatly trimmed ring and middle fingers bent, the intention was crystal clear.
After two heroes had tried but failed to touch this sacred ground, it would finally be conquered by an utterly ordinary commoner mage’s fingers!
Thud.
Sweat from Amy’s chin trickled down and fell onto Hilde’s pristine abdomen, leaving a slick trail and pooling just above her belly button.
“Mmm…”
Reacting instinctively to the sensation, Hilde’s pristine abs tensed, and her prominently perky breasts quivered. It was as if she welcomed the approaching touch.
Just as Amy’s fingers were about to imprint unforgettable traces on Hilde’s sensitive, soft pink skin…
“That’s far enough.”
The blade of a great sword dangling from Amy’s neck abruptly halted her fingers.
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The chill and sharpness felt like it would pierce her neck at any moment.
Amy’s excitement, previously soaring, abruptly cooled as the realization crashed in like icy water.
‘…Right, I had forgotten about her.’
Slowly pulling back the fingers that were about to make contact, Amy sighed deeply.
“What are you trying to do?”
Her voice was as cold as a judge looking down on a death row inmate.
The unsettling chill was enough to dry up any moisture between Amy’s legs as she turned her gaze towards the figure wielding the blade.
A girl with unkempt black hair, shining golden eyes glowed in the darkness, regarding her with an expressionless stare.
The young face was as red as a tomato, making her appear less terrifying… but…
‘…Just a slight flick of her wrist could slice my neck like a twig.’
The blade was a reminder that any slip of the tongue could lead to instant death.
‘She might not truly kill me. At least not here.’
However, Amy’s reasoning assured her that this place would not become her tomb.
Any bloodshed would render the aftermath impossible, and it would bring immense trouble to Hilde, who adored Friede.
‘Still… I can’t be relaxed about it.’
That she wouldn’t be able to kill her here meant that anywhere else, she could take Amy’s life on a whim.
In other words, how she responded now would determine her remaining lifespan.
“…Want to do it together?”
Thus, Amy took a bold leap with her daring proposition of sharing Hilde.
“Wha—together? What kind of madness is this?!”
Fortunately, that wasn’t exactly a wrong answer. At least, the blade over her neck began to withdraw.
“Filthy, filthy! Stay away from Hilde!”
Seeing Friede’s volcanic face flushing with rage, it became clear that Amy’s choice, while questionable, wasn’t wrong either.
“Why are you so angry? Weren’t you the one who offered Hilde a drink with this in mind, anyway?”
It was a tone suggesting that both were aiming for the same outcome, yet only she was labeled as ‘filthy.’
“No, I wasn’t?!”
To Friede, it was a ludicrous misunderstanding. All she wanted was to see Hilde a bit tipsy; she had no intention of coaxing the intoxicated girl into anything inappropriate.
“That’s… just wrong! Touching someone who can’t even hold themselves up from drinking is no different than assaulting them!”
“Not much of a difference.”
Amy chuckled incredulously at Friede’s statement.
“I’m not forcing anything; I’m not sneaking away after touching her. I want to make sure Hilde enjoys herself too. How is that assault?”
Friede’s mouth dropped open; she couldn’t find words to counter that.
“So, this is just… putting a stamp on things before dating, that’s all. You probably don’t know, but this is a common procedure now.”
“Wha…?”
Not because she was convinced by Amy’s words but because she couldn’t comprehend the absurdity that Amy was so casually spouting.
‘Is this considered normal? My goodness, there should be limits to debauchery…! Do people in this country think that’s normal?’
That was all Friede could think as she listened to Amy.
“It might be normal here, but… not in the Kingdom of Rhine. So, don’t even dream about it.”
With that, Friede firmly shook her head, lightly waving the great sword she had previously pushed aside, implying she wouldn’t stand for such nonsense.
“What? Were you from the same hometown as her?”
Amy tilted her head slightly in confusion, raising an eyebrow as if questioning the origin of Friede’s stance.
“……”
Friede said nothing. There was no need to explain herself.
“Well, that’s not really the point right now.” Amy brushed her hair aside, letting out a slight sigh.
“So, you’re planning to obstruct me until the very end? You have no intention of joining me nor letting me go, huh?”
“Of course not. It’s because Hilde would hate it.”
“Hah…”
Amy felt a surge of frustration.
If Friede were an ordinary kid, she would have threatened her with magic to make her leave by now.
‘…If we fought, I’d lose, right?’
The girl before her, despite her small stature, would likely be tough enough that even if Amy doubled in size, winning would still be a struggle. There was no chance of victory through sheer force.
“Alright, do you get it? We should at least wait until we’re dating before… you know…”
“That’s a childlike perspective. What are you waiting for? And if Hilde says no, do you plan to give up and step away?”
Amy clicked her tongue in annoyance.
While same-sex love wasn’t rare, it still wasn’t as commonplace as heterosexuality.
To win over another woman, one needed to shed passiveness and actively chase after their prey like a predator.
She presented her logic.
“That’s…”
“So we have to start somewhere, like spending a night together, and then saying ‘this felt good’ or ‘I love you,’ and ‘please take responsibility’… After all, a person’s preferences can change quite a lot after an experience like that.”
In other words, she meant to get Hilde drunk and use that as leverage to get closer.
“Th-that sounds like coercion!”
To Friede’s ethical standards, it was a profoundly immoral suggestion she could not agree to.
“Well, I don’t know if it’s coercion. It’s just words that won’t matter if the other person isn’t interested.”
“N-no, still…!”
“Ugh, you’re so frustrating. Just try it out, pretending to be deceived. Look, Hilde’s already asleep, right? If things get complicated, just act like nothing happened.”
As Amy said this, she spread Hilde’s thighs wide, wearing a snake-like grin.
The faintly split pink fissure branded itself deep into Friede’s retinas, a droplet of dew perched in the gap.
Friede bit her lip, her eyes trembling.
“U-ugh… uh…!”
It required incredible endurance to resist such temptation. More than resisting the mental magic of monsters.
“……No. Absolutely not.”
But Friede clenched her teeth and fought against the surging desire.
Regardless of skill, her willpower was worthy of her title as a hero.
