A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 105

Sigurd (A-tier)
Characteristics: A promising martial artist from Millerain. Immature sympathy.
Appearance: Light brown hair and black eyes. Slim body but with large chest and thigh muscles.
G*nitalia: Well-stored. Slightly pale ivory color. Average size. Average t*sticles. Slightly strong output. Rectangular shape. Average rigidity.
Average ej*culation frequency per month: 8 times
P*bic hair: Average density. Average length. Light brown. Slightly thick. Slightly rough.
Attributes: Etiquette 6, Morality 5
Hidden f*tish: Long kisses

Rosé swallowed nervously as she observed Sigurd’s movements. As a sympathetic person, he looked like a threatening man in the arena.

Then, Sigurd grabbed Rosé’s arm. She managed to pull it out, but then he grabbed her waist again.

“I said it’s okay to hit anywhere.”

Mikhail did not limit the striking range for Rosé, who was new to martial arts. Taking advantage of this, Rosé aimed for Sigurd’s solar plexus.

“Huh?”

But there was no sound of impact. Sigurd’s steel-like abdomen not only did not budge but became even harder.

“Haah!”

Rosé put strength into her abdomen and rushed at Sigurd. She intended to dig into his armpit and bend his arm. However, her attempt ended in vain.

“Ah!”

Her arms were caught, and she was lifted into the air. Sigurd’s large hand firmly gripped her b*ttocks.

As she was about to fall backward, she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. But at that moment, her lips were sealed.

“Eugh!”

What on earth… After her lower lip was sucked in, a thick tongue pushed in fiercely. It was a kiss without finesse, rough and deliberate, as if he was intentionally letting saliva flow. Sticky saliva flowed down her throat.

Her gums and palate were frantically explored. Eventually, as if wanting more saliva to flow, the tongue stubbornly sucked hard.

The sucking and biting on her lips intensified. At this rate, they seemed to swell up like sausages.

“Stop… please…”

Sigurd’s lips paused for a moment. But only for a moment—then he licked Rosé’s cheeks and pushed his tongue deeper.

The instructor said she liked strong and rough men. By facing off as sparring partners, she probably hoped to be handled forcefully.

“Can I… put it in? Haah… Can I?”

Sigurd’s thick hand delved into Rosé’s pants.

He didn’t ask the question expecting an answer. Even if she said she didn’t want to, she would have touched it regardless.

However, before reaching the damp area, a bell announcing the end of the match rang. It was the end of the 15 minutes.

“Uh, hmm…….”

Rosé, exhausted, just sat down on the floor. It ended with her body feeling like it was about to collapse without him even touching the damp area.

What on earth had happened? Although she didn’t understand the situation itself, she couldn’t deny that she felt good.

However, the promised 15 minutes had ended, and Rosé had no choice but to leave the arena under the gaze of the brothers.

Next up was Henry. He smirked when he saw Rosé’s pants were damp.

“I’m Henry. I look forward to working with you.”

Henry (A-tier)
Characteristics: Promising martial artist of Millerain. Looks like a gentleman but has a shady side.
Appearance: Dark red hair and black eyes. Muscles from shoulders to waist are excellent.
G*nitalia: Left storage. Slightly light brown. Slightly thick sh*ft. Slightly large t*sticles. Average output. Slightly curved. Slightly strong rigidity.
Average ej*culation frequency per month: 21 times
P*bic hair: Average density. Average length. Slightly light red. Slightly thin. Very soft.
Reward: Sensuality 4, Sociability 7
Hidden f*tish: Facial features

“Well then, let’s begin.”

Henry’s feet moved. Seeing his back, it seemed like he was going to fall back.

Rosé swiftly moved to a corner of the arena. Henry looked disappointed.

“Faster than I thought.”

Henry’s slow eyes scanned Rosé. Her clenched fists, the shirt that seemed like it would slip off her shoulders, the damp pants, and her uncertain steps.

She was a woman who knew nothing about martial arts. Henry hugged her tightly as she entered the corner.

“Ah!”

“It seems uncomfortable since it’s damp. Should I just take it off?”

His hand suddenly went into her pants. He confirmed that his palm quickly became damp and chuckled.

She felt a slight resistance as he pushed her arm away. It was quite rebellious to expose herself in front of others.

But he seemed to enjoy the roughness. Henry pulled down her pants in one breath while pressing her against his chest.

“Ah, stop!”

“I thought your face was pretty, but your p*bic hair is pretty too. Smells good too.”

As he ran his fingers through her p*bic hair, a musky scent wafted up. It was slightly musty from not being washed, but she oddly liked it. As he teased her a few times, she trembled and spilled water below. He tried to stroke her a bit and finish, but he couldn’t resist.

“You’ll soon find out that I’m the strongest man.”

With a smile up to his ear, Henry tripped Rosé’s legs and pinned her down. Then he rushed over her struggling figure from above.

Rosé was startled by the thick shadow cast over her face. Henry seemed to be in a state of mutual genital contact, commonly known as the 69 position.

Lying upside down, he exposed Rosé’s cl*toris in front of the other players.

“Don’t look…! Ahh!”

His thick knuckles slid into her v*gina. The players’ gazes gathered on his finger as it moved tantalizingly.

Even with just one insertion, the sucking force was immense. When he inserted three fingers, her entrance gaped and leaked water. She moaned and resisted, 

“Ugh, ah, ahhhng… Don’t look…!”

“You grip so tightly, how can I not look? Isn’t that right?”

His middle finger moved back and forth in her v*gina. Her l*bia majora swelled and moistened like a mop. It seemed like water would flow out if squeezed. He teased her with his fingers and she sucked them well like a goldfish.

“Ah, ah! Ahh!”

“Why are you spilling everything? I want to suck you.”

Inserting one more finger, Henry tilted his head. A w*t v*ginal scent wafted up in front of his nose. The swollen hole and squirming l*bia minora looked like they could handle a thick object well.

As he quickly flicked his fingers and teased the flowing water, when his tongue accidentally brushed against her cl*toris, she raised her b*ttocks high. It was uncomfortable for him to suck like this.

To warn her, Henry lowered his waist and rubbed his face against hers. She writhed uncomfortably, moving her face here and there as if she was having trouble breathing. Because of this, his er*ect p*nis was stimulated.

Instinctively responding to that intense feeling, he instinctively jerked his hips up.

“Hmh, huh, hmmph!”

“Ah… huff. Ask properly.”

The thick pants seam entered Rosé’s mouth. She felt the thick body of his p*nis even through the fabric. The gl*ns were moist and round.

“Geez. Just this makes me… Ugh!”

At that moment, something seemed to spurt out before soaking into the seam.

Rosé grimaced at the bitter taste of s*men she had in her mouth. For a moment, she hurriedly stuck out her tongue and licked the fabric in pursuit of gaining abilities.

“Ha, did you want to suck me? As expected… huff… do you like being forced?”

What was he saying? It was a strange remark, but there was no way to interpret a man’s words.

Rosé desperately licked the s*men-soaked fabric to gain abilities, and as a result, she achieved the desired results.

〈SYSTEM〉 Defeating ‘Henry (A-tier)’ changed your stats.
Sensuality +4
Sociability +7

‘Good.’

I don’t know what this is turning into. I was supposed to be earning pocket money and turning into a bodyguard, but this way I ended up being taken advantage of.

But it wasn’t bad. Rosé licked her lower lip with her tongue. With A-tier men piled up like mountains in the northern region, she couldn’t just pass by them.

“It’s a shame we only had 15 minutes.”

Henry tidied up his pants and wiped himself dry. The competitors were salivating at the sight of the girl who had been stripped bare.

There had never been such enthusiasm shown in the training ground before. They were the kind of guys who would do anything to make her their wife.

“It would be good to prepare yourself for next time. I will do anything to make you mine.”

Henry also descended from the arena, revealing his desire to take her as his wife. And the match resumed.

Rosé reached out to find her pants. With her lower body exposed, she couldn’t focus on the match at all.

“Just a little more…”

It was when she barely grabbed a handful of fabric with just one hand.

A thick arm wrapped around her thigh and neck.

“Ah, ugh!”

“Now is not the time to worry about your pants.”

Another man’s voice. Startled, she turned around to see a man with black hair smiling slyly.

Mexter (A-tier)
Characteristics: Promising martial artist of Millerain. Has a bad habit of being a pervert.
Appearance: Black hair and black eyes. Muscular arms and huge.
G*nitalia: Left storage. Very dark brown. Very thick sh*ft. Average t*sticles. Slightly strong output. Slightly curved. Average rigidity.
Average ej*culation frequency per month: 54 times
P*bic hair: Average density. Slightly curly. Black. Slightly thin. Slightly soft.
Reward: Strength 8, Morality 3
Hidden f*tish: N*pple play

He was the first to undo Rosé’s waistband. As the front loosened, her swaying chest was revealed.

The eyes of the onlookers all focused on her swollen chest. Despite her efforts to cover up, the pressure on her neck only intensified.

Mexter teased the perked n*pples with a flick.

“It’s huge. Isn’t it heavy? Shouldn’t you ask your dad to carry them for you?”

“Don’t. Ah!”

Mexter marveled at the large br*asts for a while. In fact, he had been bothered by the cleavage visible from the first time he saw them.

She seemed to have no muscles and appeared small in stature, but Rosé was different. While her height was cute and petite, her br*asts were much larger than those of the men around her.

“They say women’s br*asts get bigger when they’re pregnant. It must be difficult to walk then. The husband has to support them with his hands just to walk.”

“That’s ridiculous… Ah!”

Crack!

Her protruding br*ast was squeezed in the hand that caught it. As if telling her not to resist, the br*ast was slapped several times. Only then did the struggle stop and the hand behaved.

Mexter’s smirk turned smug. He thought Rosé had stopped resisting due to the shock, but that was unlikely.

〈SYSTEM〉 Critical Hit!
Strength +16
Morality +7

‘Critical hit!’

This guy sure knows how to play f*tish games on his own.