Chapter 340 - 340: Invisible Massage Under the Mantle

She stiffened her shoulders trying to resist.

But she immediately let force out.

Anyway this man would not stop.

Then it was better to finish it quickly.

At the point she was made to think that her will was already half broken.

"… …Nn…!"

Irina's breath disordered.

She turned her face away and made an expression of enduring something.

She bit her lip and strove so voice would not come out.

However the faint sound leaking by her ears could not completely deny it.

"The flow of mana has gotten better. From here is the real thing."

Rigel slid his fingers from her flanks toward her chest.

The trajectory of moving heat was clearly understood.

Irina's shoulder tips jumped pikuri.

"Wait…! That place…!!"

"Between the ribs and breastbone the mana path runs. It's a just-right place to loosen."

"That's a lie…! Such a child's-trick reason—"

"It's not a lie. If I flow mana along the circuit I can dull the collar's mana reaction. I'm teaching your body that it doesn't need the collar."

Fingertips touched her chest and drew a light circle.

Her skin had begun to hold heat.

Sweat seeped from tension and cooled in the air.

It should have been chilly, yet only the core of her body was strangely hot.

"Nn, ah…"

Voice leaked.

A small yet certainly pleasure-dyed breathing.

The instant Irina herself recognized it her ears even dyed red.

"See, you've started feeling it."

"I'm not feeling it…! This is…! Because of mana circulation…!!"

"That's fine too. If you heighten just like that I don't mind."

Rigel said it like an innocent boy.

That tone again fanned Irina's shame.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard.

However his fingers moved without mercy.

"Then next is this."

Rigel's hand moved very naturally.

Far too naturally, and neither hesitation nor indecision could be seen there.

It stretched straight without hesitation as if it had been decided from the start to do so.

"…Eh."

Irina's reaction delayed, and a voice of surprise spilled from the back of her throat.

Nothing was more inescapable than something happening in an unseen place.

Before she confirmed what had been done only that presence transmitted strangely raw.

Yes, her panties had been stripped off.

—-

"W-wait…!! A place like that—"

Irina tried to raise a voice of protest.

But it stopped midway.

Because the companions advancing their steps as if surrounding the carriage all raised their faces at once wondering what.

Five men.

Ones who had been captured by bandits together with her.

They were not particularly close just from being fellow victims, and that was why she did not want her disgrace seen.

Two girls.

They formed an adventurer party with Irina.

Ones she could trust who had also passed gazes together.

However they did not talk much about this kind of deep topic.

The distance between women was not so simple that she could dismiss it as fine because they were companions.

And on the carriage driver's seat a man.

He seemed to be concentrating forward, perhaps a little unused to handling the horse.

But even so if she kept making a racket in a loud voice he would eventually turn around.

In the front row inside the carriage there was also Miena's figure sleeping soundly.

Even if she was making small sleeping breaths now, if she raised a loud voice she would definitely wake.

If that happened her disgrace would be seen at point-blank range.

"A place like that—what? What do you want to say? Try saying it in a loud voice."

"Kuh…!"

"If you wish I'll strip the mantle off? Nn?"

"…"

Irina groaned small.

That this man intended to show her to the surroundings on purpose to humiliate her.

There was a possibility she could denounce him for obscene acts, but that also meant her disgrace would be exposed.

No, in the first place was there really a possibility she could denounce him?

Subjugation of the bandits.

Liberation of those including herself who had been captured.

Escorting the men to the village.

And release of the collars of subordination…

Already in this group Rigel's trust had reached the peak.

Even if it came to light in this situation that Rigel was molesting her, would it not be silently ignored?

Or there was even the possibility that Rigel would insist it was release action and that would be accepted completely.

If that happened the one conversely cornered would be herself.

A fool who tried to denounce everyone's benefactor with a false charge. She might be thought that and worst case abandoned on the spot.

"Now then, what's wrong?"

Rigel was laughing looking amused.

With a mouth close to expressionless only the tone was pleasant.

The gap between that temperature-less face and the sweet ring that tickled her ears conversely made her spine shiver zokuri.

"I-I…"

While she searched for words the carriage swayed again.

Taking the instant's gap when she faltered Rigel's finger was placed at her groin.

"No…!"

Voice came out reflexively.

But that voice was thin and did not reach the surroundings.

Rigel's finger moved as if tracing around the petals.

He only touched the surface and had not yet touched the sensitive part.

Yet for some reason her body trembled.

"Nn…"

A sigh leaked involuntarily.

She could not hold it back.

She immediately pressed her mouth but it was too late.

Her own reaction had become the sound she least wanted to hear.

"As I thought this place is the best."

Rigel whispered in a low voice.

Neither teasing nor mockery.

A emotionless voice of only confirming fact.

That was why it was all the more embarrassing.

"That's not…"

When she tried to deny it his finger slowly approached the center.

She did not want it to touch just like that.

But she did not know how to stop it either.

"… …Ku…"

Irina tried to close her knees.

She intended it as a natural movement.

But Rigel slid his hand in as if seeing through that.

There was no place to flee.

"Relax. I'll do it thoroughly."

"No…! That place…!"

Irina's voice went hoarse.

Her thighs stiffened with tension and her legs shrank.

But Rigel's arm firmly held her waist and did not let her flee.

The carriage rear seat was too narrow and there was nowhere to go.

The pad of his finger touched the bud only a very little.

"Nnah…!"

A small sharp voice leaked.

It was a reflex.

Sound that came out before she clenched her lip.

Rigel immediately pulled his finger.

Contact was an instant, but that heat certainly remained on her skin.

"Did you feel it?"

"I-I didn't feel anything…!"

She denied it at once.

But that voice was trembling.

It was not only she herself who noticed that.

"Then shall I touch a little more carefully."

"No…!"

Rigel's finger slowly touched again.

This time far more careful than the first, gentle, and long.

Close enough to feel the unevenness of fingerprints through the foreskin, it transmitted heat little by little.

"Nn, nn…!"

Breath leaked from the back of her throat.

Even if she desperately tried to swallow it her breath disordered no matter what.

Rigel's finger teased at the brink of touching or not touching, gently as if drawing a circle.

"…Fu, ah…"

While going back and forth right beside the sensitive part he did not try to touch the vital place strongly.

Every time the boundary of skin was stroked her body convulsed in small increments.

"Nn… ah… ah…"

Her breathing grew sweet.

It was as if she were not herself.

Her body took on heat on its own.

Unrelated to will her muscles tensed on their own.