Raphtalia and her methods (Patreon)

The carriage bounced and swayed along the forest path, its rhythmic rocking sending shivers down Raphtalia's spine. She gripped her sword hilt tightly, hands trembling as two rough men clambered in. Their hungry gazes fixated on her slender form huddled in the corner.

A jolt tossed Raphtalia and one man seized her ankle, yanking her legs apart. He shoved up her skirt, exposing the damp patch on her small panties. Raphtalia gasped as the other man ripped away the flimsy garment. His large hands caressed her soft thighs, forcing them further apart.

The carriage swayed to a stop. Naofumi, the Shield Hero, yanked open the door, eyes widening at the lewd sight. The men froze but Raphtalia glared at Naofumi, face flushing crimson as she tugged her skirt down.

"Don't you dare interrupt, you fool," she hissed, casting a withering look at the bulges straining the men's pants. "I'll deal with these cretins as I see fit."