[Hypnosis/The Meteor Warrior's Rainbow Strike Chapter 1]

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Meteor Warrior's Rainbow Strike
Chapter 1
Author: uzi 　　Genre
: Minecraft, Light Color, Fantasy 　　First 　　Published 　　:
Yirentang
Second Published: Wulian, Siheyuan, Huisuo, Yili (DCD 　　reposting 　　)
=== 　　... 　　I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to Yirentang and many other great 　　authors for allowing me to ramble on for several nights 　　. Although this is not a complete story, please allow me to consider this a celebratory piece (just kidding) 　　. 　　As always, please leave a complete copy if you repost or steal, 　　and 　　do 　　n't 　　mess 　　with the formatting, thank you. 　　=== 　　... 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"Gold Wine is here! Wave to whichever table you're from!" 　　Today, the town's few restaurants were bustling with shouts. 　　As the only three-story building in town, the waiters on every floor deftly carried 　　plates and bowls of various sizes, sometimes juggling several bottles in one hand as they moved back and forth in the crowded hall, tirelessly serving 　　dozens of tables of customers. 　　Whether young and lovely girls or neatly dressed boys, in this busy time, they were all just 　　waiters, diligently running around. 　　"Hey, Gran! The kitchen is short-staffed, go back and help!" 　　"Okay, okay! Coming right away! Mr. Run, this is the beef and cheese baked rice you ordered, be careful, it's hot!" 　　"Um... thank you." 　　After handing the basket to the customer, the black-haired youth, having struggled 　　to squeeze past his obstructing companion, scrambled into the kitchen under the angry gaze of the head waiter. 　　He deftly took the apron thrown to him by the sous chef and immediately went to the stove—empty yet the fire still 　　blazing fiercely as if trying to heat the pots red-hot—grabbed the frying pan and began to twirl it, his other hand already holding 　　the coarse salt he had just picked up, sprinkling it onto the tall pot of simmering soup to his right. 　　He shifted his feet sideways to move the frying pan away from the heat, then placed the waiting wok on it to add... He turned 　　around and, with a cleaver in hand, chopped the rhinoceros meat on the cutting board into slices less than an inch thick. 　　Any customer who, drunk or for any other reason, accidentally wandered into this forbidden area of the restaurant would 　　be quite surprised by this usually clumsy, dark-haired young man. 　　With his left hand, he switched to fine tongs to crush the walnuts and pour them into a bowl. 　　With his right hand, he gripped a carrot and shredded it back and forth on the grater. 　　He frequently turned to check the cooking status on both stoves, adjusting the stirring and seasoning as needed. 　　He didn't need the head chef's instructions; he knew how to handle the ingredients just by looking at them, his 　　efficiency even rivaling that of the sous chef who was already cooking. 　　"Gran... Gran! Your shift ends in an hour!" 　　Even the head chef, who had initially intended to nitpick, couldn't deny that this young man, like himself in his youth, 　　was full of diligence and talent. 　　"Understood!" 　　Ignoring—or rather, oblivious to—the sourness in the head chef's tone, Gran took a small sip of the thick 　　soup, checking if the saltiness was sufficient. 　　Until he was replaced by the next chef, he had been working at a pace equivalent to two or three people's portions, keeping the 　　kitchen afloat during its busiest lunchtime. 　　The restaurant remained open until the stars and moon were quite bright. 　　After being relieved and resting for a while, Gran hurriedly ate a still-hard loaf of bread for lunch before 　　handling the various annoying little problems at the counter, dealing with customers' checkouts. Then he returned to the kitchen to do what he did best 　　, only just now washing the last dishes, truly ending a long day's work. 　　"I'm so tired..." 　　Grant slumped weakly onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Because the Five-Colored Gemstone Shell Pasta—the town's famous signature dish—was only 　　made by 　　him and two sous chefs besides the head chef , he'd been struggling in the kitchen for ages before managing to escape. 　　However, because he left the kitchen later than everyone else, Grant had managed to sneak some 　　leftovers that were about to be thrown away as a free dinner, which he brought home. 　　"Will, hey, Will!" 　　Grant only realized someone was calling him when he was forcefully patted on the shoulder. 　　"...Ah, ahh! Sorry, Arken, I didn't notice you calling me..."

"Honestly, you didn't even remember your last name? 'The Lost Ones' are such a hassle..."
Arken grumbled irritably, while Gran simply responded with a wry smile.
Gran's full name was now Gran Will.
With his unusually black hair, he had no memories of the past, nor any modern common sense.
He couldn't remember anything besides his nickname 'Gran.' The only things he knew were
the small stroke of luck that adventurers had found him, and the cruel reality that none of his relatives or friends had survived the town's annihilation.
His current surname was simply a name borrowed directly from Will Town.
However, for someone who now barely made a living as a waiter and sous-chef, these unexpectedly
faint feelings of misery from the past didn't cause Gran any negative thoughts; whenever he tried to recall his
past life in Will Town, it was all a blank, without even a trace of emotion or sadness.
Even ignoring that unusual sense of calm, he had absolutely no recollection of the name ■■■.
The emptiness in his mind, as if erased, was stronger than anything else.
However, Grant showed no aversion to his amnesia or the strange incongruity it caused, and even
seemed to take his lack of common sense for granted.
If it weren't for the head chef's appreciation of his culinary skills, which he'd somehow acquired, Grant was certain he'd
be sold into slavery on the black market by unscrupulous merchants, living a life of despair.
"Didn't the head chef find fault with you today? If you did, don't play dumb, tell him! I'll go find Tina to
tell the boss for you."
"No, no, it's not that serious..."
Looking at the indignant Arken, Grant could only manage a wry smile.
—Ken Wivi Vania.
This guy, who was both his roommate and worked at the restaurant, not only taught him all sorts of
everyday knowledge that had collectively vanished from his mind, but also took great care of him over the past two years. Presumably, it was because they both came from Will Town
, a town that no longer existed on the map, rather than because of their bromance.
Three months ago, a kitchen assistant made a crude joke about homosexuality with Arken, who threw him
into the river in the middle of the night. After that, no one dared to bring up his brotherly bond with Gran.
Of course, more importantly, this blond hunk and the restaurant owner's daughter, Tina, were childhood sweethearts.
"But lately, the restaurant's been getting more customers. Don't the guys who moved to this town know how to cook?"
"I think they need to arrange housing and stuff first… The mayor complains to me every day…"
"Who told you to be so helpful and knowledgeable?"
Arken shrugged.
Faced with his friend's candid criticism, Gran could only laugh it off.
Of course, Gran knew that his slip of the tongue, offering the mayor's advice and getting the mayor to harass him,
was entirely his own fault. But he didn't know he also knew a little about territory planning.
He hadn't expected his memories from playing Age of Empires III to have such a miraculous effect.
(…?)
Age of Empires III?
What's that? Why does he know about Age of Empires?
(…Never mind.)
A fleeting sense of emptiness flashed through Gran's mind, quickly forgotten.
"But the mayor has had a tough time too. The number of residents here has almost doubled in just six months…"
"Huh? So many? No wonder we're working like dogs!"
Hearing Gran's words, Arken exclaimed as if suddenly realizing something.
"It's all that useless Meteor Warrior's fault!"
"Getting angry at a dead man won't help…?"
"It's because this guy was so useless that he was killed by the Demon King, and that's why there are more and more monsters!"
Meteor Warrior.
Even Gran, who had lost all common sense, was familiar with this name.
He had heard rumors that this seemingly young warrior possessed great strength, having once summoned
the light of the stars to illuminate the earth, completely wiping out the Demon King's army that attempted to attack the capital of the Amanda Kingdom. His teammates
were also exceptionally skilled in combat and magic, making them super-strong individuals capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly.
However, almost a year ago, the Meteor Warrior disappeared without a trace.
Less than six months later, rumors began to spread
—the Meteor Warrior and his companions had been defeated by the Demon Star Black Emperor.
Like a wildfire, this unbelievable devastation shook the entire continent; as if as
proof, the Demon King's invasion became even more ferocious, and many towns near the front lines
fell into the flames of war.
Even more undeniable were the magical
crystals with recording functions circulating on the black market almost simultaneously with this news.
Scenes of the Meteor Warrior killing his companions at the Demon King's knees;
scenes of the Meteor Warrior kneeling before countless demons begging for mercy;
scenes of the Meteor Warrior being impaled by thousands of demonic swords.
It was difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood, right from wrong, but the images and sounds recorded by dozens, even hundreds, of magical crystals seemed
perfectly consistent, greatly increasing the credibility of the rumor that the warrior had died in battle.
Even in a remote area like Greenbud Town, untouched by war, the rumors were common knowledge.
Of course, these things had no real impact on civilians like Arken and Gran; they were just
topics of conversation.
"Oh, right, Gran. Are you free the day after tomorrow?"
"Hmm? The day after tomorrow..."
He recalled his upcoming work shifts.
"You should be free. What's up?"
"Hehe. Never mind, just leave the evening for me. There's a special program!"
Arken put on a lewd smile completely different from before and went back to his room.
Forced to reserve his free time for the day after tomorrow, Gran didn't complain much. Anyway, besides
reading the books he borrowed from the town mayor, he didn't have much leisure time at night.
Casually shifting his gaze to the bedside table, he took something out of the drawer and fiddled with it.
"Hmm..."
It was something completely black, of unknown material, that looked like a handle.
It was slightly longer than his palm, its curved shape perfectly matching the shape of his hand, with
a trigger-like device attached to the index finger. Near the damaged end were several small, pressable
buttons and a mushroom-shaped knob that could be twisted freely.
He'd heard this was the thing Gran had been clutching tightly when he was found.
However, he couldn't remember where this game controller had come from.
(■Game controller■…?)
The emptiness once again erased Gran's previous question.
Without thinking further, he put the unidentified controller back in the drawer, went to sleep, and prepared
to face the new day.
As for what Arken's mysterious invitation was all about, he decided to find out for himself the following evening. 　　Two days in this town, which lacked much entertainment, was actually a bit difficult to get through. However, for
Gran 　　, who had to work day and night to make a living, entertainment was never his primary concern 　　; at least, his time seemed to fly by. 　　He was now in his third night working in the kitchen. 　　There were new customers and those who had gotten used to the food; the frequent customers were a secret pleasure for everyone, but 　　the fact that the workload was heavier than before remained unchanged. So when Gran finally managed to get through the day and the head chef told him to go home and rest 　　, he almost couldn't help but shout in the kitchen. 　　Even though time seemed to pass quickly, the exhaustion was still there. 　　Under Arken's seemingly casual but rather blatant urging, Gran gritted his teeth, ignored the head chef's unfriendly 　　glare, and went home on time to change into casual clothes before letting him lead him out. 　　Incidentally, at Arken's repeated insistence, Grant grabbed some leftover bread, bacon 　　, and blood sausage made from hawksbill worm meat from the kitchen before setting off. 　　"Where are we going...?" 　　"Just follow me, I promise you'll have a blast!" 　　Led by Arken, Grant quickly realized they had reached the edge of town. Sparse, 　　old houses and large warehouses storing firewood made the surroundings look even more desolate. 　　Strangely, the weeds around were neatly trimmed, indicating frequent use of the path. 　　After passing a sheep pen, Arken led him to an 　　old granary that had been abandoned after a recent rainstorm and was still standing. 　　"What are we doing here...?" 　　Grant couldn't help but ask. 　　In the short ten minutes or so, he had already brushed past three or four groups of townspeople. 　　Strangely, all the townspeople were men, and they all wore somewhat ambiguous smiles. 　　"You'll find out soon enough." 　　Without answering, Arken went to the side door of the granary, knocked a few times with a strange rhythm, then 　　whispered something to the person behind the door before the side door slowly opened. 　　"Come in, quick." 　　"Ah, ahh..." 　　After the burly man inside left, Gran followed Arken's instructions and went inside. 　　Once inside, Gran immediately noticed that this supposedly abandoned place was cleaner than he had imagined; although 　　there were still many piles of broken wooden crates and barrels, the main passageways were intact, and even 　　a few candlesticks hung on the walls. 　　By all accounts, this place still seemed to be in use. 　　Gran even saw several men gathered around a low table, drinking and chatting. 　　"This way, quick! Otherwise, we'll have to wait a long time!" 　　"Wait...ahh, Arken, wait a minute!" 　　Not understanding what Arken was talking about, Gran had no choice but to follow. 　　Turning left and right, he followed Arken to the main storeroom of the granary. 　　Then, he saw something he had never imagined. 　　"This—" 　　In the center of the storage room, dry straw was piled up, covered with several layers of tattered cloth, turning the entire raised area 　　into a natural bed. The large rack used for drying crops was now hidden behind thick curtains, and 　　the half-ruined rice threshing machine in the corner was being used as a clothes rack, with many clothes hanging on it. 　　This storage room, which was no different from a bedroom, left Gran stunned. 　　"...Lan...Gran!" 　　"Ah!" 　　He was brought back to his senses by a hard pat on the shoulder by Arken. 　　"What? Hurry up and put the basket down, let's go inside!" 　　"Go inside...?" 　　"Hurry up, hurry up!" 　　Gran had no choice but to put the basket on the table next to him and walk towards the 　　place that had been specially separated into a private room, and at Arken's instruction, he pulled back the curtains. 　　Then. 　　"—" 　　He saw 'her'. 　　In the center of this artificial bed, surrounded by a group of naked men, was an equally naked girl. 　　Even drenched in sweat and whitish fluid, her waist-length light blue hair still shone 　　brilliantly under the lamplight, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Her petite, exquisite body 　　, held in the arms of the burly man, had her large, firm breasts, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, 　　squeezed and twisted into a contorted shape by his dark, calloused hands. Her lips and tongue were teased by rough fingers, and her fair 　　skin, including her thighs and abdomen, bore sweat-stained finger marks. 　　Her slender waist was gripped tightly, her graceful body, which could only be described as irresistibly alluring 　　, swayed weakly with the men's beast-like thrusts, her wide-open legs accommodating the monstrous penises moving back and forth. 　　But what Gran couldn't look away from was her face. Her 　　beautiful, delicate features, like a lotus emerging from water, were expressionless; her pupils, as indifferent as if they were dull and lifeless, were 　　like rubies that had lost their luster, simply calm and dim. 　　She looked exactly like a beautiful doll, yet also resembled a half-dead girl, 　　leaving a unique and intense impression on Gran's mind. 　　"This...this is...?" 　　Gran stared dumbfounded at the girl and the group of men who were raping her.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't have guessed that the "special program" Arken mentioned was actually a group sex event.
"This...this...?"
Gran looked at Arken, his face full of confusion.
Arken, on the other hand, wore an expression of utter disappointment.
"What? I brought you here to lose your virginity!"
Gran felt as if his head had been hit hard, the world spinning around him.
Losing his virginity.
Even someone with no common sense knew what that word meant in this place.
Arken had brought him here to make him lose his virginity!
"But...but..."
Gran couldn't help but shift his gaze back to the girl on the 'bed'.
Her slightly open mouth was being penetrated by the man in front of her with his penis, her left leg was placed on the shoulder of the man behind her,
enduring violent and rapid thrusts, and the girl's slender hands were being pulled by the middle-aged men on either side and moved to their penises
, being stroked back and forth, busy as bees.
Judging from the deep and wide wet stains on the old linen, the girl had clearly not just been
raped by those men.
"Relax, relax! She's practically town property, as long as she brings food."
With an explanation that only confused Gran more, Aken pulled Gran towards the lewd scene.
"Oh, oh, oh! Little girl, little girl, you're really good at masturbating!"
"Ugh... lick again... oh right, suck deeper!"
"Haa... haa... this gesture is even better than with my wife...!"
The men, being masturbated, sucked, and besieging the girl
, all groaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, the girl, surrounded by penises from all sides, maintained a calm and wooden expression, silently
letting the penises go in and out of her body.
"Oh, good... mmm! So tight... this cunt is amazing... oh, ah! Vania's
little brat! mmm...!"
Seemingly startled by Aken's sudden approach, the man who was ravaging the girl's cunt trembled
several times after a sob, then panted as he withdrew from the girl, allowing another short man behind him, who was already naked,
to thrust his engorged penis heavily into the girl's slightly open anus.
"Sorry, Mosaman, but you bothered me like this last time too, back and forth."
"Bullshit, that was just your premature ejaculation! Hmm... Will the brat? Why did you bring him... Hehe, what a good
brother, even having sex with the same guy?"
"Flying old dwarf..."
Faced with his old friend's foul mouth, Aken could only retort with a sigh.
As for Gran, he had no time to pay attention. Being pulled to the closest distance to watch the girl being ravaged by a group of men 　　was too stimulating
for him . 　　"I won't get involved, Mosaman, at least look after my brother, okay?" 　　"...Only because you helped find this godforsaken place in the first place! Hey, you guys! After you're done, do me 　　a favor!" 　　The busy men responded with inconsistent shouts. 　　"Huh? Take care of...?" 　　Gran, his mind a mess, just stared blankly at the girl on the bed. 　　Her seemingly emotionless gaze held his attention. 　　Hearing Arken and Mosaman's urging, Gran simply followed their instructions and began to undress. 　　Not long after, the other men, having finished, picked up a towel, dampened it, and wiped the girl's body 　　clean before filing away. 　　In this room divided into separate bedrooms by curtains, only Gran and the girl remained. 　　"..." 　　Gran's throat made a rattling sound. 　　The white discharge and stench of sweat on her body were wiped away, and the naked girl looked even more 　　beautiful and alluring than before. Her fair, rosy skin was smooth to the touch, and her 　　high, firm breasts, even while lying down, made him want to pounce on her and fondle them. 　　However, being completely clueless about matters of love, he didn't know what to do next; even with 　　all his clothes off, he still didn't know where to begin. 　　In short, 　　his thoughts still a jumble, he decided to approach her and ask her wishes— 　　"Will, you brat—just order her—!" 　　"Whoa!?" 　　He was startled by a man outside and almost fell over. 　　"Gran~ just order her to serve you willingly~!" 　　"Or, order…?" 　　"That's what I did back then~!" 　　The brief exchange with Arken left Gran feeling utterly bewildered. 　　Order? How could that be? 　　"Uh… stand up?" 　　Gran felt incredibly stupid as he said those words. 　　But... 　　"—." 　　"...Huh?" 　　When the girl actually stood up straight silently in front of him, Gran suddenly felt that this 　　wasn't stupid at all. 　　Her delicate body, which had been limp on the bed, stood up straight as if she had been playing dead. The girl maintained a wooden and 　　emotionless expression, and her posture, which she was standing with force, looked no different from that of a tough soldier. 　　After this test, even if Gran was completely oblivious, he knew that what Arken said was definitely not a lie. 　　"Then, then... kiss me." 　　"—." 　　After Gran finished speaking, the girl naturally moved closer and opened her mouth to kiss his lips. 　　The touch of her tender lips, with a faint sweetness, strongly stimulated Gran's head. 　　The faint salty taste of the saliva left behind made him remember the feeling of his first kiss deeply. 　　Then, Grant pushed the girl down onto the soft rice bed, and his hands 　　began to grope her body involuntarily; her soft, elastic breasts, the small buds on her nipples, her slender 　　yet wonderfully soft abdomen, and her unexpectedly fleshy thighs were all touched by his lustful fingers 　　.

"Ah, ah... ah, um... kiss, kiss me! Stick out, stick out your tongue!"
"—."
Obediently carrying out Gran's command, the girl silently stuck her tongue into his mouth, letting Gran's
tongue swirl inside her vagina.
As they exchanged saliva, he pulled the delicate body in front of him into his arms, feeling
the heat that was completely different from her cold reaction, carrying a temperature different from his own.
The smooth and slightly warm feeling filled his lower body with vitality and energy, pressing against the girl's thigh.
"Th-that..."
After hesitating for two seconds, Gran finally uttered his command.
"Use, touch me with your hands, th-that... oh!?"
"—."
As if understanding the true meaning of the ambiguous instruction, the girl's hands had already lightly touched Gran's hard and swollen
penis, slowly responding to his deep kiss with her tongue while beginning to pinch and stroke it.
Two fingers formed a thin ring and gently squeezed, while three fingers slid up and down the penis, occasionally switching to a gentle rubbing with the palm of her hand. The girl
used masturbation techniques completely out of sync with her age to stimulate Gran's slender penis, causing his body
to tremble in unbearable pleasure.
"Ugh, um... haa, haa... oh...!" Kissing sounds filled the air
.
Their lips and tongues produced a series of biting and kissing sounds, and the girl's hands, which were manipulating the penis, moved at an even faster
pace, causing Gran's knees to tremble uncontrollably.
Feeling the girl's body gradually heating up in his arms, wave after wave of tingling sensations
shot from his spine straight to his brain, leaving Gran limp against the girl, letting her hands provide even more exquisite stimulation.
The girl's calm expression contrasted sharply with her passionate actions.
"Ugh, uh...!"
Finally, after a series of heavy breaths, Gran could no longer hold back and offered his first ejaculation as a virgin to
the girl's delicate, white fingers, shooting streams of fresh, thick, white fluid into her soft hands.
However, being a young man, Gran's energy recovered quite quickly, and in no time his penis had regained its original
hardness and swelled, regaining its vigor.
He felt the wonderfully fleshy touch of the girl's breasts against his chest.
"...Open, open your legs..."
His reason had been clouded by lust, and he didn't care about understanding the girl's needs, so Gran uttered the command.
"—."
Under his gaze, she lay on the rough bed, silently spreading her two beautiful legs apart, then using her
hands to hug her thighs from below, unhesitatingly exposing her private, narrow, tender vulva to the unfamiliar eyes of the opposite sex.
He didn't know when, but the overflowing lustful fluids began to flow again from that narrow, fleshy opening. Like
some other creature, the slightly parted opening seemed to silently anticipate the impending invasion,
a stark contrast to the girl's almost stiff posture.
Seeing the girl so devoted, Gran's erection grew even stronger.
"Look, look at me... spread, spread it open...!"
"—."
Without a reply, the girl responded with action.
Her index and middle fingers deftly moved to her two full labia, and under
Gran's gaze, she spread them apart, revealing a lewd scene that a virgin could never know.
He could almost see how tender the still-wriggling flesh was.
He even began to imagine how stimulating those wrinkled folds of flesh would be.
"...Ugh...!"
Swallowing hard, Gran nervously gripped his penis and moved closer.
When the head of his penis touched the entrance to her honeypot, the tightness, as if clamping down on an intruder, made him tremble involuntarily
.
"Then, so..." He
took a breath, gritted his teeth, and thrust his hips forward.
Then, he felt as if his penis was being swallowed by a worm, a series of tight
and stimulating sensations that made his limbs weak; his knees went weak from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Gran naturally pressed his whole body forward,
the forward lean of his body and weight causing his penis to plunge straight into the girl's body like a siege hammer.
"Ugh...!?"
Slippery and delicate, hot and tight, wet and squeezing.
The indescribable intense pleasure only allowed Gran to respond with the simplest moans, his lower body , like a wild horse, betraying the shackles of reason, began to thrust back and forth, making his penis 　　go in and out
of her honeypot . 　　A tight, constricting sensation, like fingers being squeezed into an ear canal, spread throughout his body from every part of his penis. 　　The undulating stimulation from the folds of flesh left him speechless, unable to find any words to describe the feeling. 　　The squeezing and writhing of her vagina, completely out of sync with the girl's breathing, brought wave after wave of 　　sweet sensations he had never experienced before, forcing Gran to express his passion with the most brutal physical movements. 　　The squelching sounds quickly mingled with Gran's panting. 　　The youthful, robust physique was fully unleashed in this act of intercourse. 　　"Ha, ha... ooh, ha ah... squeeze, squeeze tighter...!" 　　"—." 　　In stark contrast to the sweating, panting reaction of the boy on top of her, the girl simply endured Gran's 　　rough, unskilled thrusting, obediently controlling the frequency of her vaginal contractions. 　　Gazing at the girl's slightly flushed cheeks, Gran continued to thrust his lower body, desperately suppressing 　　a certain urge surging from his lower abdomen. 　　Each collision of their pubic bones forced him to grit his teeth and endure the tingling and itchy sensation in his glans. 　　Semen splattered onto the tattered cloth beneath them with each powerful thrust, a sensation known as piston-like motion, 　　adding new stains to the already murky puddle. 　　"Haa, haa, haa... ugh, ooh...!" 　　Each thrust required him to exhale and gasp for breath to ease the urge to ejaculate. Gran felt his brain was a jumbled mess; his usually 　　composed thoughts were now clouded by pleasure, his only desire being 　　to obtain more and more pleasure from the delicate, lovely body of the unfamiliar girl beneath him. 　　However, for a virgin, suppressing ejaculation was an extremely difficult task.

So, after struggling for quite some time, Gran felt the throbbing, urinary-swelling pressure
about to burst forth.
The slapping sounds of flesh intertwining were now more intense than before.
"Kiss...kiss me! Hold me!"
"—."
The girl silently responded to Gran's command, which was practically a growl.
She quietly moved her arms, which had been supporting his legs, to his back, and with a strength incongruous with her delicate appearance, she
tightly embraced Gran's upper body, her lips already pressed against his half-open mouth.
At the same time, Gran's lower body slammed into the girl's crotch, thrusting his penis as deep as possible to force out the obstructing vaginal
fluids, making the deepest and most intimate contact with her honeypot.
Then, Gran ejaculated.
"Ugh... Ugh...!!"
Gran, his mouth agape by the girl's lips and tongue, his body held tightly by an unexpected force,
could only silently endure the burning, liberating sensation emanating from her penis; his glans throbbed, spurting out
fresh, white semen, the relief like the release after holding in urine for too long, leaving his thoughts blank
.
The weakness that left him limp allowed him to barely support himself on his elbows to avoid collapsing onto the girl, but his already
limp lower body involuntarily pressed tightly against her crotch, his still trembling penis
maintaining a semi-erect state.
Even the afterglow of ejaculation made Gran too comfortable to move.
After a long while, their lips parted.
"Haa... Haa..."
He breathed heavily, feeling his head spinning as if lacking oxygen, unable to think clearly.
His gaze naturally settled on the girl's face.
"...You..."
"—..."
Her face flushed slightly, but her expression remained calm.
However, in her ruby-like pupils, there was a faint, indescribable sadness—
"How do you feel?"
"...Huh? Ah, oh...?"
When he came to his senses, Gran no longer saw the girl's face, but Arken's.
His consciousness returned, and he realized he was no longer in bed with the girl, but
standing fully clothed in the wide hallway outside the storage room.
The men who had been occupying the table were gone, replaced by the two of them sitting around it.
It seemed he had been dragged off the bed while still in a state of blissful unconsciousness.
"So...so good...no, no, no, that's not right!"
Gran almost blurted out, interrupting his own foolish rambling.
Now that his reason returned, he finally remembered the questions that had been weighing on his mind.
"That, that girl, who, who is she?"
"Uh...I don't know."
But Gran hadn't expected Arken to be unable to answer even his first question.
"...Huh?"
"No, I really don't know her name. I only know that Mosaman found her in
the forest outside town. I heard she was covered in wounds, and that old man spent a lot of money buying medicine from a traveling merchant
to heal her..."
Then, Gran heard his friend tell him about the girl's background.
More than four months ago, Mosaman, who was secretly out hunting, found the girl in the forest outside town, brought her
back to town for treatment, and spent a lot of money.
But after the girl woke up, she remained silent, showing no reaction other than eating and drinking. She
didn't even reveal her identity or background, which frustrated Mosaman, who wanted to play the hero. One drunken
night, unable to suppress his anger, he raped her.
He thought he was going to die, but when he found that the girl really didn't react at all, and even seemed to
obey his commands like a well-trained slave, Mosaman hardened his heart and hid the girl in this abandoned granary
, using her body to serve the townspeople and profit from them.
"...This...this is practically village sex slavery!?"
"Don't forget, Mosaman is the mayor's son. Offending him will definitely cause endless trouble. Besides, with such a cute and obedient
girl willing to do anything, who would want to cause trouble for everyone?"
Faced with Gran's shocked and angry reaction, Aken looked helpless.
The girl's lack of resistance, the townspeople's silence, the desolate environment far from the city, and
the panic brought by the Demon King's army—all these small factors allowed this abnormal situation to continue, even being taken
for granted.
Not to mention, he himself was among the first people Mosaman invited to 'share' the girl, so naturally he wouldn't say anything.
Aken only brought his good brother to 'try it out' because of Gran's cautious personality.
"This...this is too..."
"To be honest, none of us know who this girl is. She doesn't have any proof or
anything to identify her. Maybe she escaped from another village?"
"That's true...but..."
Aken patted Gran's shoulder.
"Brother, I didn't mean for you to worry about any ethical issues. Relax, these
kinds of things happen in many villages, believe me... Well? Okay? Don't worry about this."
Seeing his friend's worried expression, Gran could only swallow back the words he was about to say.
He couldn't ruin everyone's entertainment just because he couldn't accept the town's common sense.
Besides, the girl's identity was unknown, and he didn't have much to think about.
"...Okay, I won't ask anymore... Anyway, uh, thanks for bringing me here?"
"Haha, I just brought you here because you're usually overworked and have no entertainment!"
"What, really..."
Gran couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After the passion subsided, his clearer thinking than usual made him naturally avoid the real problems.
More accurately, he dared not show his dissatisfaction.
(Those eyes...)
However, on the way out, Gran still couldn't forget the girl's eyes.
That flicker of consciousness beneath the dim red light made it impossible for him 　　to 　　forget
it 　　as 　　easily 　　as 　　he 　　would 　　the 　　usual emptiness 　　.
********** 　　... 　　After thinking for a moment, Gran decided to ignore this guy who forgot his friends for the sake of a pretty face and go home to sleep. 　　An unexpected cool breeze made him shiver. 　　No. 　　(…?) 　　Gran naturally looked back. 　　Nothing. 　　—There was clearly nothing. 　　(…Oh well, I'll hurry.) 　　The indescribable feeling of being watched made him quicken his pace home. 　　Although he knew that undead monsters existed in this world, 　　Gran had never seen such a thing in this town before, so he naturally accepted that possibility and walked even faster than before. 　　Rushing home almost three times faster than usual, after locking the doors and windows, Gran couldn't help but 　　pant. 　　"Wh-what was that…that feeling…" 　　The feeling of being watched was too real. 　　The exact same feeling as when guests stared at his back made it impossible for Gran to dismiss it as an illusion. 　　"Anyway, sleep—" 　　—Thump, thump. 　　"—!?" 　　Gran almost fell over. 　　It was a knock at the door. 　　A knock at the door in the middle of the night? 　　This sudden change, so unlike anything in his daily life, sent a wave of unease through him. 　　Despite the knocking's soft yet urgent rhythm, Gran couldn't resist 　　grabbing a meat cleaver from the kitchen before cautiously approaching the door. 　　Taking a breath, he placed his hand on the doorknob and gently turned it. 　　"Who—whoa!?" 　　The next second, a powerful impact yanked him to the ground. 　　The whole thing happened in less than half a second. 　　As the cleaver slipped from his hand, Gran realized his mouth was being held firmly by a soft hand, his body 　　completely powerless against the strange force. 　　His elbows were pressed against a knee, his chest crushed by a weight; he was subdued by the attacker. 　　However, in the candlelight, the attacker's figure was clearly visible. 　　"...!?" 　　Behind the half-open doorway, a sparse starry sky and a full moon could be seen. 　　The figure straddling him was completely naked except for a tattered old cloak. 　　Gran vividly remembered 　　her soft hands, her full yet slender curves, and even the thighs that had once been in direct contact with him . 　　"—I know this is quite rude, but I don't have time." 　　Long, light blue hair reaching her waist. 　　Eyes as bright as rubies. 　　The beautiful face that the First Generation had seen just ten days ago. 　　The person he had given his virginity to in the abandoned granary was now before him. 　　"—I have something very important to ask of you, please listen to my explanation." 　　Gran's mouth was free again, but he no longer had the will to shout. 　　Nervousness, excitement, unease, expectation. 　　The girl before him displayed a rich array of emotions, completely different from the blank expression he had shown on the bed. 　　And these intense emotions were the same as those Gran had seen back then. 　　"—My name is Seina C. Strelt...I need your help." 　　Gran truly felt like shouting this time. 　　However, he couldn't utter a sound because of that extremely unexpected name. 　　Seina C. Strelt. 　　Even if you turned one of the compound surnames, 'C. Strelt,' into letters, this name was universally known. 　　It could even be said that there was practically no one on the continent who didn't know this name. 　　A name with the strength to single-handedly fight against the Demon King's army. 　　A name that once brought hope and courage to countless people on the continent. 　　A name that was shouted out when the Demon Star Black Emperor begged for mercy. 　　—Meteor Warrior. 　　The warrior who had died at the hands of the Demon King's army half a year ago appeared before Gran. 　　【tobe contained……】　　＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝　　【Gran/Gran Will (■■■)】　　A 160cm tall amnesiac youth who 　　works as a chef, waiter, and handyman at a restaurant. 　　His real surname is unknown, so he uses his hometown town as a substitute. 　　His only personal item is a handle of unknown material 　　. Occasionally, words he doesn't even know pop into his head...? 　　【Aken/Ken Willy Vania】　　A blond youth. 　　Gran's fellow townsman and colleague. 　　He is a popular waiter at the restaurant. He 　　and the owner's daughter, Tina, are childhood friends. 　　【Girl/Sena C. Stellardo?】　　A girl who serves others with her body in an abandoned grain warehouse. 　　She is expressionless and only obeys orders.

He appeared before Gran, claiming to be the Meteor Hero...?

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