Chapter 38: The Appearance of a Female Knight Who Looks Strong in the Ass

Huh?

Suddenly, Aea dropped to one knee on the ground and lowered her head.

The crowd in the direction she was bowing to split apart left and right, opening up a path.

From the center of that path came a tall woman dressed in crimson. She wore armor shaped like a high-leg swimsuit, layered with a thin, sheer red dress. The exposure was surprisingly modest. The metal armor protected her vital organs, while her arms and legs were covered in fabric designed to deflect arrows and swords.

She was really tall. Almost the same height as me.

At the top of her bright red hair, slightly toward the front, one tuft stood up defiantly. It made her look like she could move three times faster. Her breastplate was rounded and emphasized the shape of breasts so large they wouldn’t fit in one’s hands.

The red woman stopped right in front of me and glared with ferocious eyes.

"You’re the one?"

Her voice was heavy, like it was squeezing my stomach. Just from speaking, she gave off an overwhelming sense of intimidation. My face felt prickly and hot, like when standing in front of a roaring bonfire.

While I struggled to answer, Aea spoke up: "It’s him."

"I heard he was a disciple with power comparable to Iria, but he’s nothing more than a child."

A child?

Me?

I’m not at an age where a college-aged woman should be calling me a kid, right?

Even if she saw my dick, could she still call me a child?

Even though I was acting tough in my head, I couldn’t say anything out loud. I didn’t have the courage to show my dick to a woman I just met. Besides, I was completely overwhelmed by the aura she gave off, and both me and my dick had shriveled up. If I showed her my current shrunken dick, she’d definitely think I was even more of a child.

"I am Ana Lunametie, leader of the Red Iron Corps."

"Anal Lick Me?!"

"Yes. That’s correct. Ana Lunametie."

"Gladly!"

"...? Are you really that happy to meet me? What is your name?"

"I’m Masaharu Ooi."

"Is Iria doing well?"

"Yeah."

"I see. I have high expectations for you. You’re wearing the long coat of my corps, even if it’s borrowed. Don’t disappoint me."

Ana flashed a ferocious, predatory grin and leaned in close, staring straight into my eyes. Her pupils burned like raging flames. *This person... she’s strong!*

Even though she’s a female knight, her ass doesn’t look weak at all.

In fact, it looks really strong...!

This woman is exactly like those aggressive redhead dommes in Western lesbian anal videos — the kind who pull out a white girl’s anal rose! The type who gets sprayed in the face with milk squirting from an asshole and then licks it off her lips with a smile!

She definitely drags five young guys into her room the night before a battle and fucks them senseless until morning, yet still has energy and libido to spare!

Iferasky must have sensed the captain’s strength with his wild instincts, because he tugged on the back of my long coat from behind. It was like he was saying, "She’s scary, let’s run..."

That aside, this long coat is just a rectangular piece of cloth with a hole for the head, so if he keeps pulling it from behind, my ass is going to be completely exposed. Can you please stop...?

"Fufu..."

Captain Ana glanced behind me at Iferasky, then turned around and walked away without another word.

Her ass was covered in armor shaped like bloomers, which was erotic in its own way, but because it was metal, it didn’t jiggle. Still, the position was high and easy to see.

Is it really okay to just let her leave like this?

Wasn’t I supposed to get licked?

I decided I was going to get stronger, didn’t I?

Strong enough to pierce Lucia’s hymen in one thrust.

Strong enough to earn money and buy a beastman slave girl’s pussy!

"Miss Ana."

"...What?"

"I really am Iria’s disciple... and I once made her unable to move with a single thrust."

"...!"

I wasn’t lying. I made her cum with one thrust into her ass.

Captain Ana slowed her steps for just a moment, but she kept walking away without turning around.

I probably left an even stronger impression on her.

Remember my name, Ana Lunametie!

Even if you don’t ask, I’ll lick your ass one day!

*Whispers*

The surroundings started buzzing again.

"Captain Ana noticed him... That guy isn’t normal...!"

"Just how powerful is he...?"

"Wait, is that him? The Prince of Pussy?!"

"What the hell is the Prince of Pussy?"

"I heard there was a country that got destroyed because the king loved pussy too much."

The rumors are going completely off the rails.

But that’s fine! Raise the hurdle as high as you want!

The higher the hurdle, the easier it is to slip under it!

I’m the guy who received a blessing from a masturbation-crazed Dragon God, made former A-rank knight Iria cum with one thrust, and repeatedly stained the inside of this borrowed long coat from B-rank knight Aea with my precum!

Even if the test is to make an anal virgin cum, I’ll break through it!

"We will now begin the status examination!"

From atop the castle gate, a middle-aged man in blue clerical robes made the announcement. His robes had a different design from Raffilia-san’s of the Larm Church, so he was probably a priest of the Ryute God. He must have been using some kind of magic—his voice carried extremely well.

Next to the priest stood what appeared to be the test officials. Roughly half warriors, half scholars. Captain Ana of the Red Iron Corps was also there. Her bright red figure stood out clearly.

On both sides of the judges, along the top of the castle wall, citizens were lined up in a long row.

It seemed like a bit of an event, so maybe they came to watch for fun. Could the status exam be a form of entertainment for the general public?

The man in blue robes raised his hand to quiet the murmuring crowd, then resumed his explanation.

"The exam consists of four categories: Physical Attack Power, Physical Defense Power, Magic Attack Power, and Magic Defense Power."

Hm?

They’re not testing HP or MP?

Well, unlike the other stats, it’s hard to imagine how you’d even measure HP or MP. Plus, pushing them to the limit might actually kill the person.

"Wisdom and Skills will be measured tomorrow for those who wish to take it. Please apply after today’s four tests are complete."

I see. Wisdom is too personal, and some skills would be problematic if made public, so they’re being considerate. I was confident in pretty much all my stats, but Wisdom is definitely a no-go. It’s probably really low. I don’t know any of the legends or myths that even kids in this world know, so I might end up with an absurd score for completely different reasons and become the center of attention.

"We will begin with the Physical Attack Power test! Those whose names are called, please step forward!"

Oh, straight to the main course.

I’ll watch carefully to see how they measure it.

I grabbed Iferasky’s hand so we wouldn’t get separated and pushed through the crowd toward the front.

"First examinee! Exam number 1! Ban, the new master of the blacksmith workshop!"

"Yeah!"

The man called Ban stepped forward. Just as his title suggested, his bare upper body was tanned and well-toned.

In front of the castle gate was an open area. Several men in armor who looked like examiners and several people in robes stood near the wall. Further away was a tent like the ones used in sports festivals—probably the medical station—where I could see Raffilia-san.

Ban stood in front of a tall, drum-can-shaped object. It had a complex blue-green metallic sheen. Apparently that was the target; when struck, it would convert the impact into a numerical value.

"Oraaaah!"

Ban punched the target.

Hmm. He punched solid metal with his bare fist but didn’t look like it hurt at all. Is that thing painless?

One of the armored examiners approached the target, checked something, then returned to the wall and spoke to the blue-robed man atop the gate.

The blue-robed man then announced the score in his loud, clear voice:

"Ban, new master of the blacksmith workshop! 24.5 points!"

Scattered applause came from the spectators on the castle wall.

I see. So a number appears somewhere on that target, the examiner reads it, and the blue-robed guy announces it to the audience.

Lucia did say that most parameters increase by 1 per year of age. So for a 20-year-old, 20 points is average. That means Ban’s 24.5 is pretty reasonable.

I want to put out around 100 points and stand out, but what was my Physical Attack Power again when Lucia measured it...?