Chapter 138
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: Taranis - 5
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With my cock infused with Hestia's divine power, thrusting against a woman's womb sends her into such overwhelming ecstasy that she bucks wildly.
Why?
I have no idea.
I could probably ask Helen or Helia, but it's such a private matter that I haven't mustered the courage.
That said, considering that marital harmony stems from nights like this, maybe Hestia, the goddess of love and family, oversees such things?
'If that's the case, then Hestia herself must be the real pervert.'
A goddess who makes you want to jack off!
I'm truly glad that the first deity I encountered was Hestia.
"Y-Yo, Hero!"
"What?"
As I thrust with my Hestia-infused cock...
Camilla began trembling like a freshly caught fish.
"Hngh... What was that just now?"
"What else? It's the blessing Hestia bestowed upon us."
"N-No way... You're using Lady Hestia's divinity for this?"
"Yeah, isn't that exactly what it's for?"
"As if!"
"Really?"
Ever the paladin, Camilla scolded me for misusing divinity, but what was done was done.
"Don't get so worked up. Hestia would approve of using it like this. She's the goddess of love, after all."
"That's no excuse... Hnngh?! Y-Yo, Hero, w-wait a sec."
Camilla's composure shattered.
Unlike before, her back arched like a bow, her tongue twisted, and she started stumbling over her words.
"What's wrong?"
"It f-feels weird."
"Weird how?"
"M-My lower belly's burning hot, and my body's floating..."
"That's an orgasm."
"This is it?"
"Yeah, no need to sugarcoat it as 'feels good' or whatever."
Camilla was finally feeling it properly.
I licked the nape of her neck.
"Hah!"
"Now I'll fuck you for real, Camilla."
"Y-Yo, Hero..."
Embarrassed by her own moans, Camilla buried her face in the pillow. She seemed desperate to stay quiet.
Not that it'd actually work.
I thrust as deep as possible.
Then I rocked my hips side to side, teasing her cervix with my glans.
"Hnnnggggh!!!"
"How's that? It's my specialty."
"Hrrrngh!"
Whether she had no breath to reply or didn't want to, Camilla refused to lift her head from the pillow.
'I want to see her face lost in pleasure.'
In doggy style, it was hard to see, especially since she was hiding it.
Then it hit me.
'There's a mirror in my inventory, right?'
The full-length one from the palace changing room.
I'd snuck it into my inventory, and now was the perfect time to use it.
I summoned the full-length mirror in front of Camilla, grabbed her arms, and pulled her back while pressing my cock firmly against her womb.
"Heek?!"
Through the mirror, her shameful expression came into view.
Nothing like her usual stoic face—it was utterly wrecked with pleasure, reminding me that I was ravaging her.
"Beautiful, Camilla."
"...You're wicked, Hero."
She panicked at first from the humiliation, but soon wore a lewd smile.
"Hngh—only you get to see me like this."
"Yeah, I'm the only one who can make you this way."
"Yes. Fuck me however you want."
At her confession, I slammed my hips forward.
With each plunging thrust into her cervix, Camilla let out fierce moans.
"I'm cumming!"
I couldn't hold out long and unleashed my load deep inside her.
"Cumming inside... What if I get pregnant?"
"Then I'll take responsibility."
"You already have so many women, and you want more?"
"Yeah, I'm greedy like that."
She gave a faint smile at my answer.
"Then take proper responsibility."
Instead of words, I showed her with action.
My cock hardened again, and seeing it, Camilla flashed a heated smile.
Maybe because I'd been in deep sleep until recently, my stamina was overflowing. Camilla, true to her knightly form, had the endurance to match my lust.
And so, we tangled our bodies a while longer.
...
After some rest, Camilla glanced at the semen leaking from her pussy and muttered,
"My down there's sore."
"Sorry."
"I asked for gentleness, but you fucked me like a beast."
"That's... because the Teacher added that setting."
"Teacher again?"
"You don't like it?"
"Not really."
She lay beside me and gazed into my eyes.
"A proud man like you wouldn't call any woman 'Teacher,' would he?"
"Hey, I'm not that much of a jerk."
"Then who would you call Teacher?"
"Helen?"
"Her Majesty would spoil you, not teach you."
"True."
From experience, Helen tended to go easy on me.
Probably because Hestia had chosen me—she trusted and entrusted me to her care.
In that sense, Camilla was the only one who could properly discipline me.
'All my women trust me unconditionally.'
Elsia offered advice, but it was just that—advice.
Camilla, on the other hand, spoke her mind, pointed out my flaws, and had combat prowess. She alone could truly call me out.
"Teacher, take care of me from now on."
"Isn't that a bit irresponsible?"
I pulled her into a tight embrace.
"It means I trust you that much."
"Groping my breasts kills the trust vibe."
"Sorry, your tits feel too good to resist."
"Is that how you seduce women?"
"Who knows?"
Come to think of it, I hadn't consciously seduced many.
"Actually, didn't you seduce me first, Camilla?"
"Oh? Is that how you see it?"
"You pounced first."
"You tempted me first."
"When did I?"
I'd been with many women, but I was self-aware as a married man.
I prided myself on never making the first reckless move.
Yet she claimed I tempted her?
"Didn't you risk your life to save me from Hadron?"
"Well, you're precious to me."
"And before that, you welcomed me so warmly."
"That was just joy at seeing you."
"Then in the north, during training, didn't you give me those lingering looks?"
"Hey?"
Don't bring that up when I'm sexually frustrated.
"Anyway, you tempted me first."
"...Ridiculous, but fine, let's say I did."
As I conceded to her nonsense, a sudden curiosity struck.
"Camilla."
"Yes, Hero."
"Why me, of all people? You could have any great guy."
She looked at me in disbelief.
"You're asking now?"
"Yeah, I'm curious."
We were already deeply entangled, but Camilla's situation differed from the others I'd embraced.
To them, I was the ultimate man and husband. Not so for her.
As captain of the Holy Kingdom's paladin order, she could have her pick of fine men. No reason or need to choose me, with my existing wives.
Pouting playfully, she replied,
"Doubting a girl's love, are you?"
"If that's how it felt, I'm sorry. It's not doubt—I'm just wondering why you'd pick me when you could do better."
"Hmm, you're misunderstanding something."
"Huh?"
She cupped my face in her hands.
"You're the Hero chosen by Lady Hestia."
"Right."
"And Hestia is the goddess of love and family."
"Yeah."
"Wouldn't the Hero chosen by such a goddess be a devoted family man who whispers sweet nothings to his women?"
"Huh? You're right."
In a way, I had the goddess's seal of approval.
From Hestia herself, goddess of love and home, after thorough vetting!
At minimum, I had most women's stamp of approval.
"Of course, that's not the only reason I fell for you."
"What else hooked you?"
"I don't want to say."
"That's the most important part."
"More importantly, Hero."
Either dodging or changing the subject, she pivoted.
"What do you think of Her Majesty?"
"Helen? I like her."
"I'm asking rationally."
"Suddenly so serious."
Helen was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
'I thought Sylvia was goddess-tier, but she pales next to the real thing.'
If the nymph was modeled after Hestia herself, then Helen—honed by Hestia's divinity more than anyone—truly resembled her most.
Maybe that's why I felt drawn to Helen but struggled to get closer.
"Looks like you have feelings for her."
"Don't make me sound like a playboy."
"Aren't you?"
"Well... fair point."