Led by Miranda, the barmaid of the tavern, Rigel headed up to the second floor.
Miranda had resolved to offer her body to him of her own free will, all to protect the lives of herself, her father, and the regular custors who were practically family to her.
(Rape by violence or threats is fine too. But this kind of approach is also wonderful. Kukuku…)
Rigel smirked to himself.
Just as he began climbing the stairs—
"Wait."
"Huh?"
A sudden voice called out. It belonged to one of the participants of the secret eting—a beautiful boy who seed to be their leader.
"What do you want?"
"I am one who carries the blood of Mayor Itsutsu. My na is—"
"Ah, whatever. I'm not interested in your na."
"Wha—!? You're the one who asked!"
The beautiful boy flew into a rage.
But Rigel paid him no mind.
"What I asked was why you stopped ."
"Isn't it obvious? I want to save Miranda from danger."
"Save her from danger?"
"Exactly. Leaving the supre commander of the invading army alone with the beautiful barmaid—anyone can see what will happen. I cannot allow it."
"Ah, I see."
Rigel nodded in understanding. The leader-like beautiful boy had apparently seen through his intention to rape Miranda.
"You say so interesting things. Miranda and I are just going upstairs to talk privately. Besides, she was the one who suggested this. Your concern is nothing more than ddling."
"What nonsense… Do you really think such a flimsy excuse will work in this situation?"
"It does. You have no right to butt in. Isn't that right?"
"..."
When Rigel glared at him, the beautiful boy fell silent. Even so, he stubbornly persisted.
"I carry the blood of Mayor Itsutsu. In order to beco mayor one day, I have traveled as an adventurer to broaden my horizons. I cannot back down here."
"Hou… A noble aspiration indeed. So, what are you going to do about it?"
"This— Haa!!"
In the next instant, the leader-like beautiful boy moved. He swiftly drew his sword and slashed at Rigel.
However—
"Fool…"
Rigel coldly spat the word and caught the blade with a single right hand.
"Gu!?"
"Was that your full power?"
"You… monster…"
Rigel grabbed the beautiful boy's arm with his left hand. Then—
"Gaha!?"
"Die."
With his left hand, Rigel hurled the boy away. He slamd hard into the wall and coughed up blood.
"Ga… ha…"
"Hmph. Trash… Now you understand what happens when you oppose ? Know your place."
"Ugh…"
Rigel stared down at him with cold eyes. Overwheld by the pressure, the beautiful boy lost consciousness with a thud. He was still breathing, but if left alone he might die. That, however, was none of Rigel's concern.
"An unexpected interruption. Well, no matter. Miranda, hurry up and show to the room."
"Y-yes…"
Miranda answered with a deathly pale face. Her mind was in complete chaos.
For a brief mont, the beautiful boy's interference had given her a faint hope of rescue. That hope was instantly crushed, and she even felt a flash of resentnt toward him for his pointless ddling.
More than anything, she was terrified by Rigel's overwhelming strength—he had effortlessly crushed a C-rank adventurer.
(S-so… scary… But I have no choice… I have to do this…)
Miranda placed a hand over her chest. Her heart was pounding violently. Her whole body was trembling. Still, she steeled her resolve.
"…This way."
After climbing the stairs, Miranda walked down the corridor and opened the door to a room. Rigel stepped inside without hesitation.
"Heh… Not a bad room at all."
Rigel muttered in mild admiration. The room contained a large bed and reasonably high-quality furnishings—tables, chairs, and the like. Through the window, the village scenery was visible, and stars sparkled in the night sky.
"Well then… First, perhaps so water…"
"Not needed."
"Eh…?"
"Look at this."
Saying so, Rigel thrust his hips forward, pushing out the front of his pants. His massively swollen mber was clearly outlined there.
"N-no way…"
"What's wrong? Kukku… Don't tell you seriously invited up here just to have a nice, slow chat?"
"Hii…"
Miranda's face turned deathly white.
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle. I'll take my ti and enjoy you thoroughly…"
Rigel grinned wickedly and slowly approached her. Then he pushed her down onto the bed.
Miranda's resistance was feeble. That was only natural. If she fought back, everyone who participated in the secret eting would be slaughtered. The fact that Rigel hadn't flown into a rage over the leader's earlier interference was nothing short of luck.
"Kukuku… Looking at you again, the material really isn't bad. For a re town girl, you deserve the title of barmaid. And above all…"
Rigel ran his hands over Miranda's thighs, stroking them.
"You've got nice, plump flesh… Truly looks delicious."
"Uuu…"
Miranda's face twisted in terror, but she could not offer any strong resistance. All she could do was silently endure what was to co.
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Rigel was now alone with Miranda in a private room on the second floor of the tavern.
At this point, there was only one thing left to do.
He would violate Miranda to his heart's content.
But before that, there was sothing he needed to confirm.
"Hey, Miranda."
"Wh… what is it?"
"Are you a virgin?"
"V-Vir…! Th-that's…!!"
Miranda turned bright red and cried out. It seed he had hit the mark.
"Kukuku…!"
"Ah…!"
Rigel slipped his hand under Miranda's skirt and began toying with her most private place through her underwear.
"Ah… aah…!"
Miranda's body jolted. Rigel continued moving his fingers without hesitation. Before long, sweet moans began spilling from her lips.
(Hmm… She's getting wet.)
Miranda's secret place had grown damp. Satisfied, Rigel intensified his assault.
"Ah, aahn! N-no! Not there!!"
Miranda continued to moan in distress. Rigel smirked and reached even deeper. Then—
"Hyauun!?"
He found her most sensitive spot and pinched it hard. Miranda let out a high-pitched scream.
"What? You feel it here?"
"N-no!! That's not…!!"
"Liar."
Rigel attacked the sa spot again, this ti digging in with his nails and grinding.
"Hiiiieee!? Naaaaahhh!!!"
Miranda arched her back violently. Seeing her reaction, Rigel beca certain.
(No doubt about it… This girl is a virgin.)
At the sa ti, a question arose.
"Why are you still a virgin?"
"…Eh?"
"You're the barmaid of this tavern, right? And you're easily one of the prettiest girls in town. Yet you've never known a man. What's the story?"
"Th-that's…"
Miranda hesitated and averted her eyes.
"Can't answer?"
"..."
"Hmph…"
Rigel made a bored face and stopped his caresses. Then—
"Kyaaa!?"
He kicked her right between the legs. He held back, but it was still painful enough.
"Speak."
"Aguh!?"
Rigel grabbed Miranda by the hair and forcibly turned her face toward him.
"If you don't talk, I'll kill you."
"Hii…"
Miranda stared at him with terrified eyes.
"Hurry up."
"It's… it's not that big of a deal… I was just saving myself for the person I'll marry one day…"
"Hou…"
It was an unexpected reason. Generally speaking, chastity was expected of noble daughters, but commoners usually didn't hold such high standards. Many young people were quite free with their bodies. Those who saved themselves for a future spouse were in the minority.
"Heh… So you have soone you like?"
"..."
Miranda silently hung her head. That silence was all the confirmation he needed.
(I see… Well, it doesn't really matter to …)
To Rigel, it was irrelevant. What mattered was that the girl in front of him was a virgin. That alone was enough.
Rigel pulled Miranda's panties down.
"Ah…"
A small sound escaped her. He grabbed both of her legs, spread them wide, and lifted them up. Then—
"N-nooo!!"
Miranda cried out involuntarily. Rigel had buried his face between her thighs. His tongue flicked out, making wet, obscene sounds as he licked her all over. Eventually—
"Nchu…!"
"Haaaaahhh!!!"
The mont Rigel sucked hard on her clitoris, Miranda scread loudly. Then—
"Uoh!?"
Rigel let out a surprised grunt. A large amount of fluid had gushed out from inside Miranda.
"This girl… Did you just cum!?"
"Uuu… Uuuu… Uuuuu…"
Miranda's face was flushed crimson as she cried. She couldn't bear the reality that she had been easily overpowered by the invader and violated so thoroughly. But right now, all she could do was cry. If she resisted too strongly, everyone who participated in the secret eting would be slaughtered.
(Kukuku… Nice… This is the best…!)
On the other hand, Rigel was trembling with delight. What he sought was the act of raping won. But purely chanical rape eventually lost its flavor. In that sense, 'raping the tavern's virgin barmaid who had been saving herself for the man she loved' was an excellent scenario. His vulgar desire swelled even further with anticipation.
"Now then…"
Rigel pulled away from Miranda, lowered his pants, and took out his mber. He grabbed both of her ankles.
"Hii…"
Miranda let out a small scream and turned pale as she imagined what was about to happen. But she couldn't run. Even if she tried, she would be caught imdiately.
(It's okay… He's just going to put his penis inside… I'm not going to die…)
Miranda tried to convince herself, but she could not suppress the terror. And then, Rigel's massive cock was pressed against her slit.
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