A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 108

It felt good as his c*ck went back and forth in her sweaty armpits, but the v*gina was truly… It felt like thrusting into a warm honey jar. No matter how rough he was, it never dried out; it was soaked to the core.

“Haah, stop it, I need to pee… Ahh!”

Plop! When two objects stabbed near the belly at the same time. An indescribable, thrilling sensation made urine flow out like a leak.

“F*ck, are you c*mming now? Bro, she peed.”

“So what? Hoo, it seems looser after c*mming.”

Tess pointed out and pushed up the pillar root that wasn’t going in. Her an*al folds loosened slightly.

Jed also lifted his hips to the very end. Although it felt like his brother’s thing was blocking the passage, it actually helped push the pillar, increasing the pl*asure of cl*max.

“Ugh, bro. I think I’m going to… c*m.”

“Ha… C*m for me. Ugh…!”

Rosé actively shouted to not miss the opportunity to absorb s*men. Excited by her words, Jed’s m*mber swelled tightly inside her v*gina. The tight inner walls that had been snug to accommodate him expanded wide open as fl*ids poured out.

Rosé’s head leaned back. As hot s*men erupted into her belly, she also reached her cl*max.

“Khk!”

“Ahh…!”

To relieve the remaining sense of ej*culation, Jed scratched her v*ginal walls like an angry male cat. The stream of c*m, shooting out like urine, got stuck in the creases of her v*gina. He pushed all the way to the dead end, spraying the end fl*id and finishing.

“Oh, oh… I just came inside. Brother.”

S*men dripped steadily from the pulled-out p*nis. It trickled down Jed’s thigh, brushing between his toes. Drip, drip… Clumps of s*men, clustered in the throbbing v*gina, fell off.

“Oh, phew… Don’t worry. I’ll impregnate you and take responsibility.”

Tess chuckled at his impudent younger brother’s words. Not only was it not easy to get her pregnant, but also because Sigurd had ej*culated inside first. If she did get pregnant, she wouldn’t know who the father was.

But it didn’t matter. He might raise the first child without knowing their true parentage, but from the second child onwards, as long as his seed was accurately imprinted, it was fine.

“Sigh… I’ll finish like this too. Rosé.”

“Ooh, no… If you come inside from behind, my stomach hurts… Ahh!”

Tess, after making Rosé struggle, pressed him down on the floor and vigorously moved his hips. With each thrust, flesh came out of her back hole. It was in no way inferior to the v*gina.

The soft a$s cheeks swayed from side to side, squeezing tightly around the hole. As the thick sh*ft entered deeply, it pushed against Rosé’s hip bone, burying itself deeply. The slightly protruding gl*ns twitched and convulsed outside her pale flesh.

“Ugh, let me out. Rosé!”

Just as Rosé feared, his s*men shot deep into her belly. Moreover, the amount of s*men sprayed several times was enough to feel a stinging resemblance between the brothers.

Tess pulled back his b*ttocks and rubbed on her sagging br*ast. Immediately, a cloudy and viscous lump surged out from between the creases.

“It was so good, Rosé.”

Tess hugged Rosé tightly with his heaving, large chest. Meanwhile, his m*mber seemed eager to go back in.

As the flaccid gl*ns touched Rosé’s soft belly, it rose sharply. It was as large and firm as the protruding chunks on her belly.

“I… Just a little rest…”

Rosé pushed his shoulders slightly and took a step back. The continued insertion made her cr*tch sore. However, there were still seven players left to deal with.

They gazed at her throbbing holes in ecstasy, their c*cks stiffening in anticipation. The veins on their swollen g*nitals were rough and bumpy. It seemed like they had nothing but muscles without any flesh.

The lustful players pushed Rosé towards the center of the room. Just then, one player behind her tripped her over with his foot.

“Hmh!”

They were rough and strong men. The players remembered the coach’s words clearly. Today, the winner who would claim her for themselves would be decided.

The impatient players reached out to Rosé without following any orders. The player who occupied her legs was lucky, and the man whom she had in her mouth was not in a bad position either.

The men who were neither one nor the other occupied Rosé’s chest, or failing that, her hands and feet.

“Hmph… mm… ghg.”

The player who took over her mouth pushed his c*ck into Rosé’s face. Because he had been waiting, m*sturbating, his sh*ft was already a mess with s*men.

The same went for his t*sticles touching her chin. The firm balls, as young as his age, were sticky with dripping c*m and pre-c*m. Each time he thrust forward, it stuck under her chin with a squelch.

“Haah… hmph… Ahhng…!”

Someone tore her legs apart and inserted their c*ck between them. Satisfaction filled her belly. Additionally, both of her n*pples were sucked by some players.

Her hands were filled with their c*cks, and her soles were smeared with slippery pre-c*m.

“Hm… Ugh… Ahh… Hmph”

Wherever the players’ body heat touched felt so hot it was maddening. The continuous pl*asure emptied her mind completely. She didn’t want to do anything but receive their c*cks as they pleased. Her holes throbbed. One c*ck was no longer enough.

“In Rosé’s v*gina… Ugh… Feed me your c*ck. Give me more… Ahh…”

A wicked smile spread on the players’ faces. Without hesitation, they flipped Rosé over. Someone’s er*ect c*ck was beneath her, while someone else did it from behind. The two gl*ns stuck to her narrowed hole like a solid line.

“Stretch this hole a bit. Ugh!”

“F*ck. How can it be so tight… Ugh!”

After forcibly pushing in bit by bit, her mucous membrane stretched roundly as the head slid in smoothly. It was a voracious v*gina that happily took in two at once.

“Ah… Good… Ah… Ugh… Deeper…! Ahh!”

The thick d*cks crossed each other as they entered, scratching her ticklish folds all over. When they penetrated balls-deep, it felt so good that she screamed.

There wasn’t a spot, from shallow to deep, that wasn’t reached. The throbbing gl*ns heads vigorously stroked the most sensitive inner ridges in her v*gina.

It was truly a series of climaxes. When their throbbing c*cks pushed up inside her belly in a tight, rhythmical motion, Rosé’s eyes rolled back.

“Hahng… ugh… wah… ah… ugh…”

Once again, s*men shot into her belly. She couldn’t even count how many times they came inside her anymore. While the players rushed at her with determination to impregnate her during their frenzy, Rosé found solace in the system window visible in her field of vision.

‘My stats… Huh… Stats…!’

In the end, Rosé received s*men twenty-six times that day.

* * *

On a night when the azure sky was darkening, a disheveled Rosé entered an old inn looking like a beggar.

Podrick, who was drinking beer with the staff in the first-floor restaurant, stood up abruptly when he saw her.

She had been going out every day into town; did she make friends? But why did she look like she had been mugged by alley thugs and had her money stolen?

“Hey, you… Why are you not wearing a cloak?”

Oh no! Realizing belatedly, Rosé opened her inventory behind a pillar. Then she quickly grabbed a black cloak that popped up in mid-air and covered her face.

“Are you okay? Where did you get beaten up?”

Rosé passed by Podrick without a word and went upstairs.

She had indeed been beaten up. Her lower body had been hit several hundred times with big c*cks.

‘I will never again… Let anyone hit me.’

What was more exhausting than group s*x was dealing with players who went crazy after the match and demanded marriage with her.

Half of them seemed to be under the delusion that she was their woman, perhaps from something they heard from Mikhail. Tired of it all, Rosé just randomly picked someone.

It happened to be Sigurd, who blushed shyly and promised to win first place in the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament and marry her.

By the way, Mikhail, who rushed over right after the match, thanked her profusely, even bending down to her waist. He promised to make Sigurd the first-place martial artist in the empire and asked her to wait until then.

Unable to understand the meaning behind it all, Rosé just nodded dryly and left the arena.

‘Would it be possible for them to really win?’

She heard from her master before that in the Imperial Martial Arts Tournament, commoners from all over, known for their muscles, gather.

Highly paid mercenaries from famous guilds, promising knights from noble families, thugs from the underworld, as well as famous woodcutters and blacksmiths from various regions…

They gather in Monchen with high spirits because the Emperor personally bestows the title. It was said that he even offered a large sum of money, making it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for poor young commoners.

“Well, it doesn’t matter to me…”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”

A slightly mocking voice mixed with sarcasm. Even without looking, she knew it was Sergi.

Rosé bit her inner cheek, looking like she was caught doing something wrong, and turned to look at him. She wondered how long he had been there; he was leaning against the wall where the torch had gone out, arms crossed.

Could he be waiting for his own audience? She was the only one who used the end room. It was hard to imagine that he was waiting for someone else.

“Well, what is it?”

“I think that’s a question I should be asking.”

Sergi’s face, revealed in the darkness, was somewhat grim, though not as much as hers.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t properly faced him for a few days. After the morning meeting, I left the inn right away, so it had been a while since I saw him face-to-face like this.

“Are you interrogating me? I’m not some runaway wife.”

The words, laced with sarcasm, shot out of her lips. She was told that she was free to do as she pleased, and she had only earned pocket money to endure a meager weekly wage.

Why is he questioning and prying into things that even her fiancés don’t question—or can’t question—because they don’t know?

“It would be better if you were a wife.”

Sergi approached Rosé and scanned her from top to bottom. Although she was covered in a black cloak, one could tell he had brought the scent of the streets with her.

“You can at least wear a chastity belt to prevent other guys from getting it, right?”

“Is that a joke?”