Unexpected Reunion with the Heroes
"Haaah... Hiiik..."
"...Guess that's it for you."
In the end, Chloe couldn't withstand the pleasure and passed out, collapsing atop Minwoo's body. For him, it had been nothing more than a brief pistoning to work up one ejaculation, but for her, even that was enough to push her mind beyond its limits.
"Now, what to do..."
Minwoo kneaded the ass of the girl slumped over him like it was his own property, sinking into quiet contemplation. He wasn't particularly obsessed with the fleeing Aisha. That said, having her around did make it far more convenient to get close to the heroes, for various reasons. She might have even come looking for him just now because of something related to them.
But that doesn't mean I can just head out and track her down right away... I can dump this elf girl here without a second thought...
Now that he'd learned the way to the elves' hideout, he didn't need to cling to Chloe specifically—they were all fair game anytime he wanted. He'd even pumped her full of cum just like she'd wished. Brainwashing-induced or not, she had no room for complaints.
On the other hand, he had no solid info on the heroes yet. But if Aisha—their mentor, summoned here for them—had made contact, then finding her was key. With his thoughts reaching that point, Minwoo let out a deep sigh.
"Sigh... Those hero brats—what a pain."
Truth be told, Minwoo wasn't all that interested in the heroes anymore. Back in his old world, maybe, but here he already had plenty of beauties who could rival them. If he felt like it, he could head straight to the elves' hideout and build himself an elf harem on the spot.
But...
Well... I do wanna see those brats squeal and squirm...
Despite his words, those girls were still plenty fun to toy with. Above all, the thrill of defiling them—the ones who'd once been so far out of his league—drew him in like a magnet.
"Alright, time to head out."
Minwoo roughly dumped the still-unconscious, limp Chloe onto the bed and left the inn.
......
"Hmm... Problem is, I have no clue how to find her."
Once outside, Minwoo scratched his head and muttered. Aisha could sniff him out easily with her senses, but he had no reliable way to locate her.
He considered sending out the succubi for recon but quickly scrapped the idea. No need to risk a former hero like her catching on and turning the tables.
"Eh, she'll come crawling back when she's ready. She's Aisha, after all."
Even after witnessing that scene, Minwoo figured she wouldn't just ditch her feelings for him. The Aisha he knew was innocently affectionate, far too pure for her age. She might be a bit hurt this time, but she'd return eventually.
With that in mind, he started strolling down the street.
"That aside... has the city's vibe always been this gloomy?"
Only then did Minwoo notice the heavy, stagnant air hanging over the capital. It had been bustling when he'd entered the slave auction house, but now the streets were noticeably emptier.
"Oh, right... those orc bastards caused a ruckus. Tsk, even the empire's capital can't mop up a few orcs that quick?"
He clicked his tongue dismissively, but the truth was far graver than he imagined. The riots had erupted across the entire city, and though the empire had quelled them swiftly, the damage was extensive—cleanup was still ongoing.
Of course, Minwoo—clueless and utterly indifferent to the details—couldn't care less. To him, orcs were just ugly muscle pigs, unworthy of a single brain cell.
"Not my problem anyway... Hm...?"
As he wandered the deserted streets, a group approached from the opposite direction: one guy and four girls, so distinctive they'd stand out even in a crowd. A classic harem setup, with the man in the center looking every bit the manga protagonist.
His refreshingly handsome face made it all too believable. Yeah, with looks like that, dragging around three or four girls isn't weird. This world's obsessed with appearances too, damn it.
Minwoo grumbled inwardly. But something about their faces felt familiar.
No, wait—these guys...
"M-Minwoo..."
One of the girls—Aisha—spotted him and flushed, bowing her head. No doubt recalling what she'd walked in on. Normally, she'd have rushed over without a care for onlookers, but not after that.
Sensing the awkwardness, the others eyed him with odd expressions.
The heroes, huh... Didn't expect to run into them like this...
Not busted yet, but Minwoo stayed ready to whip out his glow stick, gauging their reactions.
Sera spoke first.
"Huh...? Wait... aren't you the janitor guy?"
"Oh? You know me?"
Sera clapped delightedly at his response.
"Whoa! It really is you, janitor guy! Don't you remember? Sera... uh, different name now, but... I greeted you every day on the way to school..."
"Ah, yeah... I remember. Didn't expect you kids to be here too..."
Minwoo already knew about them but played it off like a first-time act, exchanging greetings with Sera. Thanks to her, the tension eased a bit. As expected from the ultimate mood-maker back home.
Sera remembered me after all.
He'd half-expected it. Unlike the others, her genuine kindness had always shone through—even to a mere janitor like him, with her warm smiles every day. Back then, he'd dismissed it as image management and failed to appreciate it.
But now, with the glow stick granting him leisure around women, he saw it for what it was: unfeigned purity. The school's top beauty, humble despite her looks, kind to everyone, innocently naive to a fault—a national treasure of a personality. That was Sera.
In contrast, the genius loli queen Mari glared at him like he was filth, same as ever. No doubt she saw all men but her brother Ares as dirty scum.
Still a stuck-up brat.
The tall martial artist Luna, meanwhile, showed total indifference. Not openly hostile like Mari, but no warmth either. As the guy who'd always blended into the background, it was the most normal reaction of the bunch.
"Nice to meet you, Minwoo. I'm Ares. Bit embarrassing name, but please call me that."
As Minwoo mulled over the girls, Ares stepped forward with a handshake. What the—American style? Don't wanna touch a dude's hand.
Still, Minwoo shook it casually, hiding his reluctance.
"Ah, yeah... Nice to meet you too."
"Drop the formalities. You're way older than us."
Minwoo nodded, surprised.
"Sure. Guess so..."
"Thanks. Must be nice keeping your old name. We can't even remember ours, haha!"
"..."
Ares's sunny vibe—doubly blinding with that grin—was awkward as hell. Was this guy always such a chatterbox? More talkative than I thought.
Of course, his forced cheer was an attempt to lighten the mood. But a cold voice cut through like a dagger.
"Why'd you make Aisha cry?"
"M-Mari...!"
Aisha tried to intervene too late, but Mari's sharp glare stayed fixed on Minwoo. Feisty from the jump. Not hating it, though.
"Well... there was a misunderstanding there..."
"Misunderstanding...?"
Aisha gazed at him with hazy, questioning eyes. Luna followed up coolly.
"Explain it from the start, calmly."
She hadn't shown it, but she clearly disapproved of him upsetting her mentor. Their bond was already tight.
These bitches keep pushing since the others let 'em.
From their perspective, it was natural, but Minwoo didn't give a damn. Time to crush their spirits from the outset. Not a special measure—just the obvious next step.
"Was gonna clear it up next time I saw you. Perfect timing."
Minwoo reached into his pocket and pulled out the glow stick. It was already glowing.