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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: cyno
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I’ve heard the saying that one shouldn’t be picky about the means to achieve their goals. Even if it weighs on your conscience a little, it’s better than regretting not getting what you wanted.
When I was young, I scoffed at those words and said:
“You have to live honestly in this world.”
As I grew older, my values shifted somewhat, but the conscience from those days was still alive and breathing inside me. Of course, now was not the time to flaunt such a trivial conscience—this was too perfect an opportunity.
Don’t criticize me for preparing mandrake seeds as some underhanded trick. I was merely seeking a means to have sex with Tanya within the justifiable framework of “a security guard’s duty.”
I didn’t threaten to kill her if she refused to have sex, nor did I set a trap to deliberately incapacitate her, so it’s not like I disregarded all moral boundaries, right?
“Sigh… If it weren’t for the return slip you gave me, I would’ve been in serious trouble. I owe you one. I guess I’m still too inexperienced to handle a dryad.”
Tanya was lying on the floor, unable to get up—she must have had a rough time. No matter how well-built the inspection post was, it was still a wooden structure. There could have been poorly finished edges or splinters sticking out.
Her outfit—if you could even call it that—was more suited to being naked than clothed, making it an unsuitable place for her to lie down. What if she got pricked by a thorn?
Only those who’ve experienced it know the pain. Back in elementary and middle school, I had to visit the nurse’s office multiple times because thorns pierced through my socks.
So, lifting Tanya onto the desk was purely an act of goodwill. Adjusting her hips for easier access from behind was also purely out of kindness.
“Thanks for helping me up. I should get up, but I don’t have the strength.”
“Oh no. What a tragedy.”
I could’ve cheered and shouted “Hooray!”—that’s how happy this news made me. Oblivious to the lewd thoughts raging in my lower abdomen, Tanya thanked me with pure sincerity.
Her butt, marked by the tree’s tight grip, twitched as she complained about being unable to move. It was a more blatant sexual invitation than “Want to come over for ramen?” or “Want to see my cat?”
No wonder she’s a hentai game heroine—she had a talent for inviting assault. Even a saint in my place would’ve torn off that flimsy scrap of cloth barely covering her crotch.
Since I was no saint, I couldn’t resist Tanya’s advances. Pretending to brush off leaves, I groped her body and asked:
“How did the dryad get you? For the sake of smooth inspections, I’d appreciate it if you could tell me everything in detail.”
“It’s embarrassing to admit I lost because of my own shortcomings… but fine. My initial attack was perfect. The battle started with my preemptive strike. When Saffron slashed the dryad’s chest, making sap splatter, I thought I’d won—but it was a trap. Roots hidden underground shot up and bound my limbs, and the remaining branches crawled over my body like worms. Then… they tried to strip me, so I used the return slip immediately. If I’d been even a second slower, those roots would’ve invaded my… precious place.”
“That’s a common trick dryads use on rookie hunters.”
I traced my fingers along the marks left by the tree’s grip. The slightly indented flesh felt different under my touch—firmer, yet softer.
“But you know what? Dryads are parasitic plants.”
“Of course I know that.”
“Even though you used the return slip in time to avoid losing your purity, there’s a chance it planted a seed inside you. Especially if it’s something dangerous like a mandrake, things could get serious. It could bloom inside you after feeding on your nutrients. You know about mandrakes, right?”
Mandrakes scream when harvested, unleashing a wide-range mental attack. Untrained civilians can faint or even die just from hearing it.
Without letting Tanya notice, I undid the clasp near her pelvis. The scrap of fabric barely hanging on fluttered and fell.
Now, the pussy she’d been desperately trying to protect was fully exposed. It looked exactly the same as during the earlier inspection—so she really hadn’t been violated.
“?? Did you just take off my panties?”
“For inspection purposes.”
“I know my own body! If the dryad planted a seed, I’d have noticed it firs—AHHH!!”
I shoved the mandrake seed into Tanya’s pussy. My finger inevitably followed inside.
Her pussy was incredibly tight. Unbelievably so, even for a virgin. When I’d fingered Iruna, it had been much easier—but Tanya’s entrance resisted, squeezing my finger with pressure.
The sensation was like trying to poke through an unripe potato with a finger. The heat from the battle made her insides scalding, almost burning.
Because of that, inserting the seed was difficult. It clung too tightly.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Tanya, who had buried her face in the desk, barely managed to turn her head. Her cheek was squished against the surface as she glared at me—adorable.
“Like I said, I’m inspecting you. If a mandrake gets loose, it’s dangerous.”
“You could’ve just spread me open and looked! Why did you have to stick your finger in?!”
She must’ve felt the seed going in but mistook it for my finger. Best-case scenario. I kept a straight face.
“Seeds are tiny and hard to see. Palpation is the most effective method.”
“Stop lying and pull it out! It hurts! I said it hurts!”
If this is painful, how do you expect to take a dick? Ignoring her protests, I moved my finger. The seed was now nestled against her hymen—time for some proper foreplay.
First, I drew small circles to widen the space. It was still tight, but natural lubrication made it easier than before.
Tanya’s pussy was different from Iruna’s. Iruna’s had bumpy ridges, but Tanya’s inner walls were smoother, with intricate folds and wrinkles instead.
Running my finger along them produced a faint, wet sound.
“I said it hurts!”
Damn, she’s whining a lot. Iruna would’ve been dripping by now. Maybe I should try something else.
While exploring, I found a slightly sunken spot inside—her G-spot, perhaps? Pressing firmly with my fingertip elicited a completely different reaction.
“Hah?!”
Tanya let out a moan, then looked confused about why she’d done so. So this was her weak spot.
“I think the seed might be here. Let me try to pull it out.”
“Just pull it out! I’ll handle it myself, so just stop!”
“Can’t do that. If I neglect this, not only you but innocent citizens could be in danger.”
I put all the skills I’d honed with Iruna to work.
If the original sex master Shimiken saw me now, he’d scoff—but I was doing my best. I rubbed her G-spot gently, then lightly scraped my finger along her inner folds.
“Hahh! Stop, stop… It feels weird. Don’t rub there.”
Her juices coated my finger, making movement smoother. Pretending to comply, I shifted away from her G-spot and explored deeper—until I found another sensitive spot.
“HYAAAH!!”
When I pressed hard enough to sink a knuckle in, Tanya’s hips jerked up. A fountain of fluids gushed out, drenching my hand, the desk, and even her clothes.
This reaction was way too extreme. Could it be…?
“Tanya… Have you ever masturbated before?”
“W-w-w-what kind of question is that?! You think I’ve never done something like that?!”
Strong denial often means affirmation. So she really was a virgin who’d never touched herself. No wonder she was overwhelmed.
“More importantly, what the hell is this?! This isn’t an inspection!”
“If it’s not an inspection, then what is it?”
“Th-that’s, I mean—it’s just not!”
If Tanya were a true pervert, she’d have called it pussy play outright. Just because she wears slutty clothes and talks dirty doesn’t make her one. Tanya, you’re not qualified to be a pervert.
Which means I’ll take that virginity instead.
“More importantly, this is bad. You came this hard, but I failed to remove the seed inside you. Look.”
I lifted Tanya’s upper body to show her the mess. Biting her lip, she turned away.
“There’s no way I did this.”
“It’s a natural reaction. No need to be embarrassed.”
“What part of this is natural?! This…”
Before she could finish, I laid her back down—this time face-up so I could see her expression. Her stiff, trembling nipples betrayed the lingering pleasure.
“Anyway, I’ll have to try another method. I really didn’t want to do this, but there’s no choice.”
Slowly, I pulled down my pants. Tanya paled.
“Y-you’re not… thinking of doing that, are you? Don’t. Just don’t. How are you going to handle the aftermath?”
“If my sacrifice ensures your safety and the citizens’, then I’ll do it. That’s what it means to be a royal security guard.”
I spoke solemnly, but I had no such noble intentions. Why would I risk my life for some hentai game characters? If things got dangerous, I’d be the first to run.
Seeing my fully erect dick, Tanya flailed in despair. Tears welled up as she babbled nonsense.
“Don’t do this. Even though we’ve only known each other for two days, I trust you.”
“Look closely at my dick. See how the glans is shaped like a shovel? It’s a man’s natural tool for removing foreign objects from a woman’s body. I’ll use it to extract the mandrake seed inside you.”
“No! Your fingers are enough. I told you I trust you. I believe in you, Smarra. You’re not the kind of man who’d rape a defenseless woman. You’re not, right? So please… stop.”
Nope~ That’s a futile hope. Should’ve placed your trust in the right person. Time for a harsh lesson on how cruel the world can be.
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