The tent was probably military issue. It was solidly built and spacious enough to hold a strategy meeting with 5-6 staff officers. It seemed to be used as a break room for the status examination staff.

Right now, it looked like they had cleared everyone out. There were only me and Ana-san inside.

Ana-san was sitting on a straw mat-like thing spread on the floor. She had her knees up boldly, causing her skirt to ride up and completely exposing her crotch. However, underneath the skirt was armor resembling a bikini armor, not normal fabric panties. It gave off a glossy, metallic shine.

Still, even knowing it wasn’t panties, it was hard not to stare.

It was basically like a pair of tight, hard bloomers...

I wanted to look, but staring too obviously would probably make her angry.

This person had the eyes and presence of a ferocious carnivore. It was honestly scary.

Her bikini armor was red with gold trim, and it was digging deeply into her crotch/thighs area. The shadow of the valley created between her crotch and thighs was deep and dark. It looked so warm and moist that I almost wanted to slip a finger in there...

I also wanted to smell it. That kind of armor probably didn’t get washed often, so I wondered if it had that same smell as kendo gear that had absorbed years of scent.

I wonder what a female knight’s armor smells like.

Come to think of it, is she wearing it directly on her skin? Or is there underwear underneath? Looking at the edges of the armor, I couldn’t see any fabric sticking out. No red pubic hair either.

Is it because this is a northern country that she doesn’t sweat much?

Does her armor not smell strongly of sweat?

From what I could see, the armor was well-polished and shiny.

At tourist spots, the copper statues that people are allowed to touch usually have only the nipples and crotch polished to a bright shine because tourists keep rubbing them.

In other words, if it’s shiny, that means it’s okay to touch it. And since Ana-san’s crotch area is beautifully polished and shiny, that means it’s okay to touch, right?

No no, stop observing so carefully. She’ll get scary if I piss her off.

Our physical attack power numbers might be similar, but she’s probably far superior in combat technique and reflexes. I feel like I’d lose if we fought.

If I become a magic cannon that just blasts spells, I might be among the strongest in history, but if we started fighting at close range inside this small tent, I’d probably get my head chopped off while still staring at her crotch, not even noticing her raising her weapon.

"Sit."

"Ah, no thanks..."

Ana-san held out a wooden cup. The liquid inside was about as red as her armor, so it was probably wine.

In other words, she wanted me to sit down, drink, and have a long talk.

I wanted to get my bounty money quickly and go back to Kemololi, so I didn’t have time for a long conversation. I took only the cup and decided to listen while standing.

If I sat down, I’d be closer to her crotch and it would be too distracting.

"I have an urgent matter, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep it short..."

Some idiot had put out ridiculous numbers in the magic attack power test, causing the whole exam to be redone, so things had ended earlier than planned. I still had time before nightfall when I promised to bring the money, but I wanted to reassure Kemololi as soon as possible.

"I see. Then I’ll be direct. Masaharu. Join my order."

"Umm..."

"Regardless of the results of the remaining tests, you have already exceeded the admission standards of my knight order."

"That’s... I’d like to hear about employment conditions and such before deciding."

"As the order leader, I promise you this. Within the scope of my authority, I will grant you every possible privilege."

"I see."

If that means I can do erotic things with the girls in the order, it’s quite an attractive offer.

Jokes aside, I was considering joining, but I really didn’t want to be told to participate in a war.

I’m willing to actively participate in monster extermination to get stronger, but fighting against humans feels very different.

The privileges Ana-san could grant me were probably related to salary and treatment. I doubted asking to be exempted from war would work. Besides, if I couldn’t be used as combat strength, there would be no point in recruiting me.

And also...

There was one big reason I couldn’t easily say yes.

This person was the leader of the king’s direct knight order. That meant she was on the side that approved the slave system and sent Iria to a remote area.

She didn’t seem like a bad person, but there was no guarantee she was a good one either.

I could tell Iria was a good person because she fought an orc horde alone for the sake of farmers, but with Ana-san, all I knew was that her aura was erotic and that her asshole looked powerful.

"You don’t seem very enthusiastic. In that case, if I let you have my body, would you give me a better answer?"

"Eh?"

"You’ve been staring at my crotch the whole time. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"

"..."

Well, she’s a combat professional, so she’s probably sensitive to gazes. Of course she noticed.

Ana-san stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

*Click. Click.*

The sound of fasteners being undone.

Ana-san removed the bloomer-like armor that covered her lower body from over her skirt.

*Clang, clang...*

The crimson armor bounced and shook on the floor. It seemed the armor opened front and back and was fastened at both sides of her waist.

A thin cloth covered her waist, so I couldn’t tell what her crotch looked like.

Was there fabric equivalent to panties under the armor?

Or was her red pubic hair and pussy already completely exposed?

It was still before sunset, but the skirt wasn’t see-through. There wasn’t enough light. If I guided her near the bright entrance of the tent, would the skirt become see-through and let me see her crotch?

No, bad idea.

She just pointed out that I was looking too much at her crotch. I shouldn’t look.

I shifted my gaze to the inside of the armor that had fallen on the floor.

Was it wet?

Were there any red curly hairs stuck to it?

"I’m a virgin, so I don’t know how to please a man, but I’m confident in my stamina. I should be able to give birth to many healthy children. Become mine, Masaharu."

"V-Virgin...?"

I had assumed that before a war she would call several young men from the order into her tent and fuck them senseless, but she was actually a virgin?

She had the flawless stance of a warrior, an aura of a seasoned fighter radiating from her entire body, and even seemed to be wrapped in an erotic aura, yet she was a virgin?

No way. That wasn’t an aura a virgin could have.

"Even if it’s just for fun, it’s fine. Pour your seed from a man with 950 magic power into my womb."

*Grab!*

The self-proclaimed virgin who had stepped right in front of me slipped her hand through the gap in my clothes and grabbed my erect cock.

"Ugh..."

Her movement was so flawless that I didn’t even think to dodge.

Iria had grabbed my erect cock before, and now Ana-san too.

What the hell? Are the female knights in this country trained to grab men’s erections?

"Hou. A man’s organ is surprisingly small. Is it erect because you’re excited? So you’re ready to release your seed."

*Squeeze. Squeeze.*

Ana-san changed her grip and position as if measuring my hardness and size.

"Fufu. With this size, my honey pot should have no problem accepting it."

"Ah, uuh..."

Because a woman was touching me, I was getting more excited and my erection was growing stronger, but there was no pleasant feeling like a handjob. It felt more like being coiled by a snake — pure terror.

And because of that terror, I felt a chill run from my balls to my anus across my lower body.

Yet for some reason, my cock only got bigger.

*Griiiip.*

Ana-san squeezed even harder, to the point it almost hurt.

"Now, try to drown me in a sea of pleasure. This raging erection is proof of your resolve to pierce me, is it not?"

"E-Even someone like you, a beauty, coming onto me would make any guy get hard."

I hoped that calling her a beauty directly would make her blush, but that was naïve. Ana-san seemed used to being called beautiful and showed no reaction to my compliment.

"There aren’t many women who can withstand the serious hip movements of a man with 150 physical attack power. I am the perfect match for you. If you already have someone in your heart, then use me for practical combat training."

Ana-san took the wine cup from my hand with her free left hand.

She brought it to her own mouth, then pressed her lips against mine.

"...!"

*Gulp... drip...*

Wine flowed from Ana-san’s mouth into mine. A rich, pungent stimulation spread through my oral cavity.

*Gulp.*

The hot liquid slid down my throat, and in an instant my face and body grew hot.

...Wait.

Isn’t this my first kiss?