A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 106

“Spread your legs. Let’s see how accurately I was hitting you.”

Mexter spread Rosé’s thigh with one foot. He then pressed down on her leg and groped below with his hand to check. A lewd voice could be heard.

“If I were your dad, I would have slapped your chest every time you didn’t listen. Want me to slap you more?”

It would be too revealing if she enjoyed this. Rosé shook her head vigorously. In response, Mexter’s smirk turned malicious.

“If you listen well, I’ll let you watch while those guys over there m*sturbate.”

Mexter pointed his chin at the players whose lips were smacking as they gazed at the moistened hole, their feet shifting restlessly like h*rny wrestlers ready to drop their pants and insert their c*cks at any moment.

If she hesitated here, she would surely be slapped on the chest again. Rosé carefully calculated her options and continued to act as if she couldn’t bear it.

“I don’t want to! How can you… do that here…”

His fingers hesitatingly moved down from her p*bic area without going further. Cheeks puffed up in embarrassment.

Rosé, who transmigrated into a harmful material for a year and a half, was truly an unparalleled acting genius.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll hit you, okay?”

Crack!

“Ahng, I don’t want to!”

〈SYSTEM〉 Critical Hit!
Strength +14
Morality +6

‘Good!’

It was slightly lower than the previous critical hit, but still satisfying.

“M*sturbate.”

“Ugh…”

Coerced by his threat, Rosé reluctantly reached out with a look of resignation. At this point, she had also reached her limit.

She descended below the dewy p*bic area covered in mist. She felt the gaze of the men.

“Insert your finger into the hole and rub it quickly.”

Rosé inserted her finger into her v*gina. The moist flesh was so slippery that it felt w*t. With a push, three fingers went in easily.

It felt so good that her hips involuntarily rose. However, unlike a man’s hand, she didn’t experience the feeling of being filled tightly. She didn’t reach the end, either. She needed something thick and large, like a man’s fingers.

“Ah, ah, don’t look…”

It would be nice if they came right here. Unfortunately, remembering the instructor’s words not to release water as much as possible, the players held back the rising s*men with difficulty.

Mexter was so impressed by the girl’s diligent m*sturbation that he stretched out her n*pples. At that moment, the fingers fluttering inside the hole quickened.

It was impossible to endure. Rosé spread her legs and pushed in one more finger.

“Ah, oh! It feels like I’m going to c*m, ah!”

The heat gathered below exploded in an instant. Water splashed out vigorously. Rosé withdrew her fingers from her w*t v*gina.

The players stared intently at the trembling area below. They wanted to insert themselves into her climaxing v*gina and break her apart. They didn’t want to just tease on the surface, but to deeply penetrate all the way to her ut*rus.

“Uh… I want to stop…”

As her strength drained away, a wave of sleepiness washed over her. After reaching cl*max, Rosé couldn’t muster any energy.

But there were still nine players waiting for their turn. She looked up at the man coming up to the arena with eager eyes. They were all A-tier players.

‘No… Should I endure just for today?’

They would probably get tired by tomorrow. Rosé stood up from her seat to face the next player. However, she would soon realize that it was a mistaken assumption.

* * *

The next day.

“Ah… ahng…”

“I am Tess. Please take care of me in today’s match.”

He was already the seventh player. During the 1 hour and 30 minutes that six players had passed through, Rosé had to go three times while being stripped bare.

There was no place left unmocked. Her lips, armpits, chest, p*ssy, and even her feet were licked until tears flowed out of her for the fetishists.

The unarmed match had turned into a match, sending Rosé to cl*max. The player who ej*culated would become the victor, who would dominate Rosé.

Tess, the seventh player, stood in the arena, ready to send her off.

“I don’t want to… I want to stop…”

“If it’s hard, lie down on your knees. I’ll let you rest.”

Tess, with a polite and neat appearance, was the man who had ended the previous day with just a kiss for her consideration. Rosé trusted him, so she lay down on his knees without any suspicion.

“I see your body trembling. It’s cold when you’re w*t like this. I’ll wipe it for you.”

“Hmng……”

His rough hand moved down Rosé’s spine to her b*ttocks. Her b*ttocks, which had been touched carelessly by other men, turned crimson.

Tess’s desire flared up. Despite his gentle demeanor, seeing traces of her being touched by others made him boil with jealousy.

“You seem uncomfortable in your neck, I’ll support it.”

With a calm facade, Tess pretended to casually grasp her trembling neck. It was thin and fragile. If he squeezed too hard, it seemed like it would break.

“Just a moment. What are you… Oh!”

“Oh, you seem uncomfortable.”

Tess, who held Rosé’s neck as if it were a means of coercion, smiled nonchalantly and inserted his finger into her anus.

Her anus was filled with plenty of fl*id. It was the c*m that had come down from her v*gina to perineum. Thanks to that, he could easily insert his finger into her hole.

“I don’t like that place! Oh!”

“Hmm, you don’t like being dominated by me?”

His taunting voice felt like a bomb ready to explode at any moment. Rosé belatedly remembered that his f*tish was an*al s*x.

“Ah, it feels strange… Oh!”

“Seems like it’s loosening up well. There’s no need to prep it.”

The ease with which it stretched was thanks to Dain’s experiments. Possessive as he was, he often claimed that her back hole belonged only to him.

But what did it mean that it belonged only to him? Rosé was a transmigrator who became infinitely merciful as she gained abilities.

“You should practice going through the back hole too. I’ll help you.”

“Ah, no! I don’t want that! Ahng!”

His index finger went in slowly. It felt like her belly was filling up with just one insertion. It was slow and suffocating. If it ended there, it would have been fine, but Tess was a persistent man.

“One more. Endure a little more.”

“Aaah! Hahng!”

Another finger entered. The hole stretched as much as it could. His fingers filled the back hole without any gaps. He rhythmically moved in and out, f*cking her.

“Oh, it’s tight in there. I won’t go all the way in. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Ah! Oh! I don’t want this! Take it out! Ah! Oh!”

His fingers dug deep into the twisting path. A trickle of blood emerged between Tess’s knuckles.

He wanted to thrust his own into the tight hole. He wanted to push it in deeply until her belly bulged, then pull it out until flesh clung to it again and roughy thrust it back in.

“Crying looks pretty on you.”

He put strength into the hand gripping her neck. The more he tormented her, the more she seemed to enjoy it, making him feel proud of becoming the strong man she liked.

With one minute left until the end of the match, Tess removed his fingers. He teased Rosé’s cl*t and sent her into cl*max.

“Ah! Oh! Ah!”

He gently pushed behind her, causing a sensation of pushing against the v*ginal wall and easily guiding her to cl*max. By stimulating her cl*toris when her v*gina was stimulated, she could reach cl*max in less than 10 seconds.

Tess had been extraordinary since childhood, having helped his neighbor’s older sister m*sturbate and even learned how to send her off with an*al s*x. They were structurally difficult but technically feasible tasks for him.

“Uh… oh…”

Rosé lay trembling on the ground. Countless climaxes. Her lower body felt numb and ticklish at the same time, making it unbearable.

If only she could rest like this, but unfortunately, the eighth player came up again.

“I am Axel. I’ll take care of you in our sparring session.”

This couldn’t be called taking care of someone. How could tormenting a single woman with several men be considered taking care of someone?

But Rosé had already become accustomed to the taste of abilities gained through exploitation. She couldn’t escape from the shackles of this exploitation.

“Hahng! Ah! It feels like I’m going to, hah! No, I don’t want you to press like that! Ahng!”

“Hah… Do you want this? It feels good when I suck on your n*pples and rub them, right?”

The ninth player.

“Please don’t hit my b*tt, I don’t like it, ah, aah!”

“You like getting hit while your p*ssy is exposed. You were like that yesterday too.”

Tenth player.

“Don’t touch my ears, no… don’t put your tongue in, ah…”

Eleventh player.

“Don’t lick that place, it’s dirty, ah, aah…!”

Twelfth player.

“Aah, yes! More, do it more!”

Finally, when all the matches ended, Rosé, exhausted, sprawled on the floor of the arena.

“Oh, my stats…”

With this momentum, it seemed possible to exceed a total stat of 700. Despite her physical strength decreasing gradually due to her professional activities, she quickly recovered from the players’ critical hits.

Rosé, who wanted to return home quickly, acted as a woman being harassed diligently and experienced dozens of climaxes in a day while enduring a lot of torment from the players.

It was the third day, fourth day, fifth day, sixth day, and finally the seventh day. Unbeknownst to Rosé, the players were well aware that today was the highly anticipated one-on-one match.

Mikhail excused himself again for the sake of fostering camaraderie as before, and soon there were only twelve sturdy players and Rosé left in the arena.

‘Something… feels off today?

The players’ gaze was unsettling. Their eyes gleamed with hunger like a starving person for a month. The way they looked at her was as if they were watching a slow-moving deer. It was intimidating, as if they were about to pounce at any moment.

‘Surely… it must be a misunderstanding.’

Although she had been wandering around here and there, these men had never taken off their pants. As innocent and chaste as they were, it seemed unlikely that they would turn into beasts today.

Rosé stepped onto the arena and assumed her stance. The first player, Sigurd, stepped up.

“I kindly ask for your cooperation today as well.”

Rosé gave a wistful smile at Sigurd’s usual greeting. Of course. He, who was satisfied with just a kiss before, wouldn’t suddenly turn into a thirsty beast.