Echoes of the Second Regression
That day’s memory. My head was still foggy, but I knew with absolute certainty that this moment was a dream. The scenery unfolding before me came straight from my memories of the second round.
In the second regression, right after I returned, I avoided Cayen. I never strayed too far from him, though. I knew that if things were left as they were, the Demon King would destroy the world, so I had to stay near him. At the same time, I didn’t want to get dragged into any villain events by hanging around too closely. Instead, I watched over him from the sidelines and learned a great deal.
Doesn’t this kid have any hobbies? All he does is train or study… In the original story, didn’t he go out and have more fun?
In the original novel, Cayen drew energy from sweet events with the heroines. But the Cayen I observed lived an incredibly dry, monotonous life.
Huh? Shouldn’t he be on a date with Claire right now?
This is definitely the time when he should run into Violet in town…?
His life diverged from the novel. The slice-of-life moments that should have provided breathing room never happened. The rewards that should have followed after punishing corrupt nobles never came.
“That commoner who punched a noble on the day of the entrance ceremony?”
“I heard he uses that pretty-boy face to flirt with nobles and climb the social ladder.”
This world was strangely colder toward Cayen. Or perhaps this was simply reality. After all, real life had no convenient “cider” moments to wash away the bitterness of frustration.
...What the hell? This is pretty fucked up.
I didn’t like it. He was the hero who would save this world. Why did he have to be treated like that? Of course, the people he helped gradually gathered around him, but publicly his reputation only worsened. Even so, he continued performing good deeds that would never be repaid.
“Hey, if you act pitiful in front of Cayen, he’ll do your assignments for you. And he doesn’t even ask for anything in return!”
“Last time I pretended I lost my supplies and he just gave me his own. He’s so useful, you have no idea.”
By the time most of our classmates saw him as nothing but a pushover, rage boiled up inside me.
You people have no right to do that. Why? Just because someone works hard, you treat them like an idiot?
Cayen was different from Yang Hee-min, the human I used to be. He was the most handsome person in this world, had girls who liked him, and possessed monstrous talent. He was the protagonist, after all.
…But I felt like he wasn’t so different from me. He had simply been born the hero, which meant he was doomed to challenge the impossible task of subjugating the Demon King for all eternity.
“Cayen, let’s defeat the Demon King together. Both of us have the right to be happy in this shitty world.”
I had grabbed him one day and spoken those words without thinking. Suggesting they defeat the Demon King when he wasn’t even the hero yet. It must have sounded incredibly suspicious.
He must have thought I was strange too, because he started keeping his distance. But I began following him everywhere. To keep up with him, I learned swordsmanship, studied magic, and desperately trained in anything that could make me stronger.
Shao Mei was delighted, saying her big brother had finally come to his senses.
…After that came the contract with Unicor, Cayen’s recognition as the hero, killing one of the Demon King’s executives, and so many other events. At some point, he stopped doubting my words and began to follow them. When I asked for help, he would risk his life alongside me. He even yielded important opportunities for my sake.
He still occasionally sent me those spine-chilling looks, but… I didn’t entirely dislike traveling with him back then. For someone like Yang Hee-min, who had no such things in the real world, a life where every day felt meaningful and I had a friend was something I cherished.
So… yeah. That’s what I think. As long as he isn’t a homosexual who likes me, he’s actually a pretty decent friend.
Since we’re friends, it should be fine to carry some of the burden together.
That’s why, when Olga offered me the position, I decided to become the Companion of the Hero. Both he and I have the right to be happy in this world.
“...Mmm.”
When I woke up, the headache was still there. I felt like I’d had several dreams last night… but my head hurt too much to remember them clearly.
…Who is this? Olga?
Through my blurry vision, I saw hair like black silk. Right. I’d had my first time with both Olga and Violet. I must have fallen asleep right after.
“...Hehe. Hehehe.”
A laugh bubbled out of me involuntarily. I’d actually had sex with both of them! The fifth regression was turning out to be the greatest streak of experiences in my life.
I ran my hand through Olga’s hair, savoring the silky softness. Then I slowly slid my hand downward, aiming for her large breasts.
Groping breasts first thing in the morning while half-asleep is the best…
That softness and warmth was the ultimate healing, something neither alcohol nor drugs could replace. Since my head was already hurting, burying my face in her cleavage didn’t seem like a bad idea at all!
Squeeze. Knead.
“...Huh? Olga… did you… start working out?”
Something was wrong. Where there should have been the soft, benevolent Saintess’s heavenly breasts, I felt an inexplicable firmness.
“Mmm… Artin…?”
On top of that, the voice calling my name in that sleepy tone was strangely deep. It was still beautiful, but it was a voice I recognized yet didn’t recognize…?
“...O-Olga?”
Sensing something was off, I snapped my eyes open. I quickly realized that the beauty in front of me was not Olga.
“...Eh? Artin? Did you sleep well…?”
The person nestled in my arms wasn’t Olga. It was Cayen. And he was wearing women’s clothes.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaah!!! Fuck!!!!”
“Eh? Ehh?! Wait, I just dozed off for a sec—”
I reflexively shoved him away and threw a punch straight at his face.
─Crack!
I felt hot liquid splash onto the fist that had smashed into his nose.
After that, nothing much happened. Cayen and I started using separate accommodations, and the only other thing worth mentioning was that Cayen got his broken nose healed by Thomas.
Funnily enough, the vow I made at the start of this round—to stain my fist with Cayen’s blood—had been fulfilled in the most ridiculous way possible.
“A-Artin, that’s not what I—”
“You are forbidden from coming within fifteen meters of me for the time being. Don’t even talk to me.”
Cayen kept trying to speak to me, claiming it was all a misunderstanding, but I firmly shut him out. What kind of misunderstanding results in someone crawling into my bed wearing women’s pajamas and falling asleep in my arms?
...Fuck. I can’t even remember how it happened.
No matter how hard I tried to recall what occurred that day, everything after returning to the lodging was hazy. I even suspected he might have crossed the line, but after using Unicor’s power to check, I confirmed he was still a virgin.
“Hehe, my dear husband is still in a bad mood, I see?”
“I don’t know. Do you have any idea how shocked I was? That bastard—I knew he’d cause an accident someday.”
“But tomorrow is the Hero Appointment Ceremony, isn’t it? Just endure until then… In return, I’m giving you this kind of service, see?”
─Slurp, squelch.
In the Saintess’s room—where no depraved acts should ever be permitted—I sat on the Saintess’s bed with my massive cock exposed. Olga had wrapped her enormous breasts around it and was slowly moving them up and down, giving me a titjob.
“Ugh… this feels weird. Is it really okay to do something like this while wearing saintess robes, Olga?”
“What would you do if it wasn’t okay? I am the Goddess’s representative. The entire Northern Church now belongs to me.”
Olga was even wearing a specially prepared saintess outfit with holes cut out for her breasts. Thanks to how tightly the fabric clung to her, the pressure from her breasts was so intense it felt like being inside a vagina. I could reach satisfaction without even needing to have sex.
“I’d love to take your cock inside me directly, but… because of that damned Purple Crow’s curse, my body is still overly sensitive even after it was lifted.”
“...When I look at Violet, I still think that bitch is…”
“You don’t know how awful she is! Anyway, I have zero intention of getting along with that woman!”
Olga puffed out her cheeks and spoke firmly, then took the tip of my glans into her mouth and began sucking gently while looking up at me. I still didn’t know the full story, but it seemed the darkness between Olga and Violet ran quite deep. The first thing Olga had said after regaining her senses was that she had no intention of meekly joining my harem.
Still, to think she’d try to build a new harem faction with herself at the center…
All my women were already part of Agnes’s harem, and there weren’t any more girls left. How exactly did she plan to build her own faction?
“Chuuup… chuuuup… ♡ Stop thinking about other things, hubby?”
“Ah, sorry, Olga. Don’t bite, please…”
Even while diligently servicing my cock, Olga would notice whenever my mind wandered and lightly graze me with her teeth to refocus my attention. She said that if I only paid attention to my existing harem girls, she’d bite it off someday.
“For the time being, I’ll have to stay by your side. If I leave my seat at the Northern Church again, there’s no telling what those wicked bitches might do…”
“Ugh, Olga. I’m about to cum…!”
The Saintess, who was domineering toward others yet obedient only to me, was serving me so devotedly that an unbearable urge to ejaculate surged through me. Olga gave a seductive smile, then slowly took my entire length into her mouth and began milking me.
“Chuuup… chuuuup… mmm… ♡”
Spurt! Spurt!
As I came, Olga swallowed every last drop without spilling any, then sucked out whatever remained and began thoroughly cleaning my cock with her tongue.
“...Still, we have to leave here tomorrow. You know that, right?”
“I know. That’s why you have to spend the whole night with me tonight, hubby?”
Olga pulled her mouth off my cock, slid it out from between her breasts, and slowly began removing her saintess robes.
“This time I want to receive your caresses. So…”
“Wait.”
I grabbed Olga’s wrist as she tried to take off the robes.
“Keep the clothes on. It turns me on more that way.”
“...Hubby, you pervert ♡”
Even as she said that, Olga didn’t remove the saintess outfit and slowly surrendered her body to my touch.
“Ah… I love you, hubby… ♡”
And so I spent the late hours with Olga. Since Thomas would come looking for us in the morning, we had to sleep in our separate rooms.
And then the next day arrived. It was the day of the Hero Appointment Ceremony hosted by the Saintess.