Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 307 Conquering The Speedster (R18 but Wholesome)

"You… were in the Underworld Corps of Amerka?"

"Yes, me and 6 others."

"...But you're the Commander."

"I like to do things by my own hands."

"I've… noticed."

"Wh—please stop thinking about the time you caught me touching myself with your photo!"

"...I wasn't thinking about that at all."

"Oh… uh…"

"...And what was your mission in Amerka?"

Rhys cleared his throat as he tried his best to completely ignore the awkward atmosphere that suddenly surrounded the room. Fortunately, Olga was already slightly drunk and could just ignore the atmosphere entirely.

"I was there to find out where all of your outposts were, what type of weapons you use, what sort of missions you do," Olga let out a small but very deep sigh as she moved away from the bed to grab another bottle of alcohol, "In short, we were just there to gather information."

"...But that information is readily available on the internet," Rhys squinted his eyes.

"And I discovered that too," Olga blinked a couple of times as she returned to the bed, placing the bottle of alcohol on the floor and removing her shoes and socks; her feet, filled with scars that were obviously from blisters.

She then let out a long and very deep sigh as she grabbed her bottle, adjusting herself on the bed to face Rhys before lifting her feet and placing it on the bed; curling her toes so that the sheets would slightly hide them.

"Who knew that the Underworld Corps of Amerka would be so transparent to the public," Olga could not help but hug her legs and rest her cheek on her knees.

"Ayesha… has a weird way of doing things," Rhys smiled while shaking his head.

"We were about to abort the mission…

…and then you came," Olga deeply breathed out before looking at Rhys while resting her chin on her knee, "A Lowborn with an unusual strength. I ordered the others to go home, and I stayed because I got curious about you — who wouldn't be?"

"Hm…" Rhys squinted his eyes as he tried to recall if he had ever seen Olga there.

"I started watching you then, Rhys Wilder," Olga closed her eyes and smiled, "A person that's the complete opposite of me. A person who defied the very nature of nature itself. You didn't join the military, the Underworld Corps to run… you went there with the intention to thrive."

"You… seem to have a very grandiose image of me, Olga," Rhys shook his head.

"That's all I have of you. Can you blame me?" Olga giggled before looking Rhys in the eyes, "And then when you went on that mission and then came back without all of your limbs because you protected Commander Ayesha… it just… wow."

"Huh…"

"And then when I returned to Russea, I just found myself just… thinking about you day in and day out," Olga looked away, "At first, it wasn't really anything that… serious. But then one day, I saw you on the news and… that's when I started actively searching for anything related to you on the internet. First I was just typing your name on the internet whenever I remember you…

…and then it became daily, and then I don't know when it happened, but I just started searching several times in a single hour. I watch your streams whenever I eat, and… and I… was one of the very first people to subscribe to your channel when you started streaming, believe it or not."

"Really…?" Rhys looked at Olga not knowing how to respond.

"Yes, Sir…" Olga chuckled before covering her face in shame, "My username was… CommanderXSergeant."

"W…what?" Rhys also let out a small chuckle before his face just suddenly froze, "Wait… I recognize that."

"You should…" Olga then pouted as she pointed at Rhys's face, "...I'm your number 1 donator. Well, I… I was… but that PrincessBitch69 donated a million dollars and completely kicked me off the spot."

"That's… Agatha," Rhys let out a small but very deep sigh as he shook his head, "Don't… even bother taking the No. 1 spot from her, she has… well, I think she has unlimited money."

"Oh god, no… oh…?" Olga once again chuckled while shaking her head. But as she did so, however, she felt herself become extremely lightheaded; her body just falling to the soft confines of the mattress. She then let out a somewhat loud chuckle before just lying on her back and then looking at Rhys, "Rhys… I am…

…I am so obsessed with you."

"Olga…" Rhys stared at Olga's eyes for a few seconds. He was about to lean closer to her, but then just closed his eyes and stood up from the bed, "...I don't deserve that. I don't deserve any of your emotions. I'm…

…I'm not the man that's in your head. I am… extremely flawed and sick in the head."

"You are," Olga just smiled while shaking her head — and very soon, she started unbuttoning her shirt while letting out a long, and obviously stuttering deep breath, "And your flaws make you human…

…and that means I can actually be with you."

"I…" Rhys glanced at Olga, "...I'm already with other women."

"I don't care," Olga sucked in her breath as she lifted up her hips and removed her pants; leaving only her laced pink underwear which barely even covered anything. Her thighs were thick and plump in the right places, and Rhys did not really notice it… but her ass was large.

And as Olga noticed Rhys staring at all of her, she very slowly opened up her legs before her violently trembling hand pulled her panties to the side; revealing her plump lower lips; wet, and already dripping, "Rhys Wilder…

…I want you to take my virginity."

"!!!" Rhys's breath just suddenly halted there and then as he felt a surge of power rushing into him. He then quickly turned to look at the Hearts floating above Olga's head, only to see they had already merged and turned into one Large Gray Heart.

"Olga…" Rhys whispered out. But after a few more breaths, he very slowly approached the bed; placing his knee on it before just getting down on Olga.

"R… Rhys? What are you—Hn!?" Olga quickly covered her mouth; her back arching as she did not expect Rhys to just suddenly touch his lips on her lower lips. His tongue, just very gently moving licking her clit while opening her up — and not even 3 seconds later, a surge of electricity rushed throughout her entire body as she felt her legs losing all of their strength,

"I… I already… came? I—R… Rhys, wait… wait, It's… uhn… it's… sensitive…"

Olga could really only bite her lip; trying to stop her moans escaping from them. Rhys was now only kissing her thighs, but she felt it everywhere on her body. And very soon, Rhys's lips started climbing up to her navel, and onto her breasts which he also very gently kissed.

"Hn…" Olga turned her head up as Rhys's lips reached her neck; her hands, now trapped in his. And very soon, she was looking at Rhys's silver eyes again.

"Are… you sure?" Rhys whispered.

"Hn…!!!" Olga couldn't really talk — because as soon as she heard Rhys's deep voice whispering into her ears… she couldn't help her body from reacting and just cumming again with just his words. It took all of her effort to just nod her head several times.

"Okay…" Rhys then moved away to remove his pants. Olga was about to remove her panties too, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of the thing between Rhys's thighs, she just… froze.

"That… You're… you're going to put that inside me?" Olga blinked a couple of times as she just sat there with her eyes wide open, "Wh…"

Olga could feel her heart just violently wanting to come out of her chest. But after a few breaths to calm herself down, her still trembling hands were finally able to remove her panties.

"It… it won't hurt?" Olga asked as her head also started to quiver.

"It… will at first," Rhys then returned to the bed as Olga leaned back and rested her back on the mattress.

"W… wait…" Olga then leaned her head up to once again look at Rhys's cock, before just very slowly grabbing it… almost as if comparing it with the size of her arm, "Oh… god… oh my god… that's… this thing is going inside me."

"Are you sure you really—"

"Yes…" And before Rhys could finish his words, Olga just noticed and placed the tip of his cock onto her lower lips, "Yes, Rhys Wilder…

…I do."

***

"Everyone!" A few hours later, Olga was now standing in front of the Nobles; once again standing straight with her posture as kempt as her pink hair,

"There have been no changes for the past few hours in the Golden Tree, and that means…

…It's time for us to go there ourselves."

"No changes, huh?" Ayesha whispered and squinted her eyes as she looked at Olga's legs. Others might not notice it, but with her eyes — she could see that she was trembling,

"...That's not true at all."