How the Submissive Masochist Hero Boosts Her Husband's Spirits - Part One
The banquet that had begun in the neighboring city turned out to be a far more modest affair than expected.
After all, it was not a gathering of royal-court nobles but of the rural aristocracy from the surrounding countryside, so they had focused only on the bare essentials of appearance and had not gone overboard with lavish decorations. It felt more like a casual get-together among familiar faces—something they treated as a regular social event simply because they otherwise had almost no occasion to see one another. Under normal circumstances the gathering would have been even smaller, yet for a certain reason it had swollen into something slightly more splendid than usual.
That reason was the Hero.
The woman who currently held the strongest influence over the royal family. The very person who had struck down the Demon King. Unlike her former party members, her own information had been made public, so almost no one failed to recognize her. Put bluntly, the value of a single Hero far exceeded that of every country bumpkin noble present; under ordinary circumstances she would have married into the king’s direct bloodline.
So that’s the Hero…
I thought the rumors were a joke…
Don’t tell me a nobody like Tanjelo somehow snagged a woman far above his station…
Shh… stop it. Don’t bad-mouth the eldest son of the Tripoli family.
Exactly. You’ll end up unable to handle the consequences.
But still—Tanjelo?
Maybe the Hero swallowed the family whole? That sort of talk has been circulating ever since the engagement rumors started…
…For someone who supposedly did that, she certainly knows her place.
Whoa… that outfit…
Blatant.
Is she planning to push Tanjelo forward?
Surely not…
If that weren’t the case she would never dress like such a whore…
Damn it.
Their murmuring voices were tiny, yet when the Hero pushed her physical abilities to the extreme and strained her ears, every word reached her clearly. Contempt for the Tripoli family, assessments of the Hero’s danger, debates over whom one ought to fawn upon, speculation about how the Hero would behave, and countless evaluations of Tanjelo—the future head of the house—all drifted into her hearing.
…So Tanjelo really is being looked down on.
Keeping those opinions in her ears, the Hero walked with the full beauty of everything she had been taught, as though putting every lesson on display. She followed the shadow of her fiancé Tanjelo ahead of her, silent as one of his ornaments, not even allowing the sound of her own breathing. She had also received thorough instructions about her attire; the maid chief’s words at the time had been as follows.
“In households where the wife’s power exceeds the husband’s, many ladies dress more splendidly than their husbands. They refuse to walk behind him and instead roam freely, building connections on their own. But this is the Hero’s first appearance, and Lord Tanjelo tends to be slighted by the young men of his own age around here, so I thought an outfit like this might be suitable. The exposure is extreme and normally difficult to wear, yet nothing else will elevate Lord Tanjelo so effectively in the eyes of those fools who have never even held a girl’s hand, let alone become engaged. Of course, everyone else will instantly understand the Hero’s position as well… What do you think?”
“This isn’t even a dress anymore. Are you trying to get back at me for what happened back then?”
“You’re no fool. I admit that element exists. But the effect itself will be outstanding. Put the other way around, no other dress can match it. I believe this is an excellent chance to crush the spirits of those little brats who treat Lord Tanjelo like an idiot.”
With that, she had held up the daring dress.
…Could it even be called a dress?
A full-body sheer dress that left everything inside completely visible… nipples and genitals fully exposed, covered only by nipple patches. Naturally those patches were not cheap hearts or stars; golden wheat-field stickers representing the Tripoli family were affixed over both areolae and her pussy, while her golden pubic hair was left entirely bare. Of course Noa had neatly trimmed it into a heart shape so it would not look like a wild bush, leaving the Hero looking for all the world like a sex slave.
I always thought I could never handle something like this… I thought I wasn’t a pervert like Reina… but that wasn’t true at all… The moment I think of myself as a tool for elevating my husband, it actually feels surprisingly good…
Recalling her days as a pussy clown, she finally recognized her own sexual wall.
It was slightly different from Lina’s exhibitionist kink, different again from Reina’s desire for defeat—something unique to the Hero.
I… I must have always had a fetish for being treated as a tool or for dedicating myself to someone… Looking back, I never knew how to refuse a quest someone asked of me, and I even hunted the Demon King while humming cheerfully… I was a huge pervert all along……
She had never expected to discover her own kink in a place like this. Hiding every sign of embarrassment as best she could, she continued walking behind Tanjelo. Click-clack, click-clack—important parts covered only by nipple patches, heart-shaped pubic hair fully on display… She wanted nothing more than to clap both hands over her pussy and bush right that instant, yet her face remained expressionless and fixed on her husband, her back straight so that she would catch every eye.
Embarrassing… so embarrassing… Ahh… my clitoris feels like it’s going to snap… With the patches on, if it gets hard everyone will notice…… And my asshole is even worse… Do other women really wear things like this?
Her rear hole was sealed by an anal plug whose tip was decorated with a pink gem, blocking her anus. The Hero’s plump buttocks hid it well, but anyone who turned around and lowered their head would clearly see the pink jewel poking out with a plump little pop♡.
A rose plug of all things… Dress or no dress, I’m pretty sure I’m the only woman here with something stuck in her asshole! No matter how you look at it this has to be that idiot maid chief’s revenge~?! Uuuugh… I got tricked…!!
In a setting like this no one openly lusted after the Hero’s pussy or ass. As long as she kept her buttocks properly closed, no one would notice the rose plug buried in her anus. Fortunately the techniques she had learned so far still held; she never broke her posture and continued following Tanjelo. The messy-haired boy, apparently worried about his exhibitionist wife, kept glancing around at the stares while exchanging the obligatory greetings. No matter how clumsy his usual behavior, he was still a noble by birth. He remembered the faces of those he had to greet first and those he merely needed to acknowledge, so when he offered them greetings they answered briefly and then turned their eyes toward the Hero.
“So that is her?”
“Yes. The woman who will become my wife… the Hero. I have not yet been permitted to use her true name, but as you can see……”
“Hoh… unexpected…”
“……………”
Anyone could see that his wife the Hero was drawing far more attention than he was, and the way some of them eyed what was his property made his displeasure plain. Yet Tanjelo crushed those feelings and extended his palm toward his wife; the Hero took his hand, briefly lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed her head, then stepped back again. The outfit was that of an obvious exhibitionist pervert, yet her manners were perfect. Above all, she spoke not a single word beyond the short greeting, as though she held interest in no one but her husband.
“A fine wife. One can even sense her concern that she might unsettle her husband’s position. The attire is rather bold, but… such things were common in the old days.”
“Is that so?”
The noble who had exchanged greetings with Tanjelo—whether because he was sharp or because he had planned it from the start—spoke loudly enough for the others to hear.
“During the great wars of the past there were many marriages made solely to continue a bloodline, without regard for the family’s rank. Suppose, for example, a house ruined by war. Even ruined, a woman of blood so fine that her rank still stood apart would marry an ordinary husband who had risen through the same war. Yet… as you know, we nobles are bloodline supremacists. Even after rising, recognition takes a long time, and when the couple appears at a banquet it is the wife, not the husband, who is addressed. Even under patriarchy that much never changes. In fact, men appear who hope she will swallow her husband’s house and revive her own. Once she has consumed the family, hidden her husband away, and begun taking concubines, opportunities open for the other men who have followed her.”
Up to this point the content was similar to what the Hero had heard from Noa right after arriving in Tripoli.
“Even a man who has made a name for himself—if not quite a national hero—yet still fails to win recognition from the surrounding nobles… how painful must that be for his wife’s heart? No one around them cheers for the husband; instead they act like freeloaders and urge her to swallow the house and resurrect her own lineage.”
“You’re speaking of a true story?”
“I am. So, to continue: she decided to cast aside her own shame and appear at the banquet in daring attire in order to lift her husband’s spirits. ‘I am subordinate to my husband, so do not speak to me—consult him and help him lead his house’… that sort of appeal was made again and again. It is a kind of demonstration. A tale of burying one’s bones in a new family, separate from the old days. In that sense, Hero, you appear to love Tanjelo very deeply indeed.”
“…Is that so?”
“If the Hero had not worn such an outfit, how many shameless men here would ignore you and fawn over her in hopes of a word to the king? Everyone knows how strong her influence is, so all the more. And yet even in that attire she quietly follows you, Tanjelo. Truly a magnificent woman.”
“Ah? Th-that was it? Really?!”
“……………………”
Tanjelo turned back to ask, but the Hero only smiled quietly.
I didn’t know any of that, you idiot.
After all, she had simply done as Noa ordered. Yet learning that even this perverted outfit carried such meaning drew murmurs of admiration from the surroundings. Honestly, many had been looking at her as a sexual object and it had been burdensome, but that atmosphere lessened considerably.
“I see… th-thank you for teaching me something valuable…”
“Keep your eyes on your wife’s attire. Even if the clothing is shameful, every part of it holds its own meaning. And while we are on the subject, allow me to ask one thing. My father intends to hold a banquet later—might we hope for your attendance? He wishes to speak closely with the man who will become the future head of Tripoli.”
“Of course. We will certainly attend.”
“Then that is fortunate. I can send Father good news.”
In the middle of pleasant conversation he had suddenly secured a promise from Tanjelo; that had surely been the real aim.
My idiot husband got completely played. That whole anecdote was probably made up. I got swept up in the mood too, but if you think about it even a little the story is ridiculous enough to notice.
Whether the story just now was true or false did not matter. In return for brightening the atmosphere he had extracted a promise. Watching from a short distance, the Hero realized once again that conversations among nobles were no place for her, and also that she could not simply leave Tanjelo alone. She herself was still immature, yet she understood that Tanjelo was even more precarious; the same maternal instinct that had risen when she raised Tei welled up sharply.
I have to keep my wits about me.
Just as the Hero steeled herself and prepared to follow Tanjelo again, she noticed his feet suddenly turning outward.
“H-hey, where are you going? That’s the balcony.”
“The greetings are finished with that.”
“…Ah. Really?”
“Yeah…”
Apparently the round of formalities had ended with the last exchange; Tanjelo led the Hero into a shaded spot. He had heard good words, yet every time his eyes fell on the Hero’s body they swam, and even though he had only lost his virginity the day before, a slight erection already strained against his trousers, revealing his possessiveness toward her.
“I-I heard that story, but… I wouldn’t mind being ignored if it meant the Hero could wear something nicer… Honestly I even doubt whether that story just now was real…”
“You don’t like me walking around like this?”
“You’re my woman, yet everyone keeps glancing… It’s like this part of my chest is getting all puffy and swollen… I almost felt like snapping.”
“Heeh…”
He was rarely angry. That side of him was so cute that the corner of the Hero’s mouth rose. Tanjelo even seized her wrist and pulled her firmly, taking the lead toward a corner of the balcony, then hid her beneath the darkened night sky and pouted.
“Th-this is too much… Why expose even this part…”
Scritch-scritch.
He raised a fingernail and scraped across the heart-shaped pubic hair blatantly visible through the dress. Complaining that there was no need to expose something like that, he stuck out his lips and trembled bright red; the Hero’s smile climbed even higher. The one who ought to feel shame was the Hero herself for wearing such an outfit, yet it was Tanjelo who was shaking with embarrassment.
“You hate it? The heart’s cute. Doesn’t this scream that the place is Tanjelo’s exclusive property?”
“E-exclusive…?!”
“Mm. My pussy belongs to Tanjelo. Tanjelo’s private pussy. When you got excited yesterday you said so yourself… Don’t you remember?”
“That was then…! Once I come back to my senses it’s embarrassing, okay?!”
“Is that so? Noa wanted to carve your name right here… Maybe it was a good thing I refused after all…”
“Hik?! Absolutely not! If you did something like that it wouldn’t end with just laughing it off like today! Noa’s just teasing you too, so only take it so far~!”
“I know. I’m not that much of an idiot. I thought this through in my own way before walking around like this, you know?”
“There’s zero credibility in that!! H-Hero? Haven’t you gotten way too loose lately just because I make you do stupid things? Th-that’s…! I’ll never make you do those tricks again! I’ll even make you stop the pussy-clown stuff… Okay? So let’s get a little more serious…!! I’ll never order that kind of thing again! If this is revenge for back then, please forgive me!!”
“I’m not particularly angry. I’m enjoying myself too.”
“Liar… Even I know I’ve been making you do terrible things…! Every time the drug wears off I fall into self-reproach!”
“But you love it when I fawn and show off funny tricks, don’t you? Once the alcohol or the drugs hit you beg me to show them, tell me to hurry up, and demand pussy tricks from me… Fufu, can you really hold back? You’ll just order them again the moment you have another drink or the high returns, right? After all, Tanjelo is a pervert.”
“A pervert…?!”
“You act nice on the surface, but you’re a pervert stuffed full of possessiveness and the urge to show off. When you have a fine woman you want to brag to everyone that she’s yours. Even with me dressed like this, deep down one corner of your heart is itching with joy, isn’t it?”
“Ugh, I was the idiot~! I made a woman do things that should never be done! So stop it already! Okay?!”
“Tanjelo turns savage the moment drugs or alcohol enter him… But I like that side of you too. So you can treat me like more of a fool. After all, this kink was carved into me by none other than Tanjelo, so I’m rather happy about it.”
“Treat you like a fool… a kink… But when I think of everything I’ve ordered so far I can’t deny it……!!”
“This is a privilege. The only person in the entire world who can treat me like a fool and a whore is you.”
“U-uuu, well, deep down it does make me happy… I just don’t want to admit it… I’m normal……”
“No way. Tanjelo is a pervert. Right? A pervert who gets off on humiliating the woman who will be his wife.”
“Uuuugh…”
He clutched his head at the thought that he had broken the Hero. Conversely the victim teased the perpetrator by seizing his weak points and laughing softly; even though the drugs had largely worn off, the two of them got along without fighting. Had all of these acts been committed by Tanjelo himself rather than Noa, and had they planted bad feelings in the Hero, the story might have been different—yet ironically the negative emotions were directed at Noa, while the Hero and Tanjelo still maintained a good relationship.
“Fufu… You can drop those worries. Anyway, no matter what Tanjelo orders, no matter what perverted things he says, no matter how he insults me, I enjoy every bit of it, so don’t fret so much.”
“But… I-I’ve finally realized… Noa has been doing terrible things behind my back, hasn’t she? The drugs too… Something feels off… Why won’t you tell me everything?”
“The lord or Noa will tell you someday. The maid chief and I… don’t get along perfectly, but we’re gradually working that out too, so don’t worry about it.”
“…Really?”
“Mm. We’ve come this far, so let’s drop the family talk. I know things got messy because we suddenly had sex yesterday without any explanation, but we can sort that out tomorrow, right? We went to the trouble of coming to a banquet… Ah~! That’s right! Earlier I heard Tanjelo’s peers calling for him. How about we head over there?”
“Ah… those guys…”
The expression of Tanjelo, who had been laughing happily even while being teased by the Hero, instantly turned gloomy. The Hero was not the type to stay still when her husband looked so dejected. She casually reached out, stroked his cheek, and prodded him with her beautiful blue eyes.
“Why? What’s wrong? Are they people you dislike?”
“I don’t dislike them, but I get treated a little condescendingly… As you know, with my personality I get called timid. Even when I’m invited to gatherings of my peers I usually just end up listening to other people’s bragging, and the usual pattern is them teasing me about whether I have anything like that… Honestly I don’t really want to show my face……”
“What kind of bragging?”
“The ones who got engaged before me talk about their women, the good-looking ones talk about the bodies of the young ladies they spent the night with, the ones skilled with swords talk about the monsters they just took down, and if their house is rich they talk about the carriages or animals they just bought… Our house doesn’t have much to brag about in terms of possessions because Father himself wastes money so often… and I don’t have any talent either… so, honestly, I don’t feel confident joining in.”
It was not full-blown bullying, yet the atmosphere of psychological isolation was clear.
That made the Hero’s blood rise as well.
“But this time Tanjelo has something to brag about too, right? Something far bigger than the pointless things your peers show off.”
“There’s nothing like that… At best the mansion I just received, but even that looks shabby from the perspective of the rich kids……”
“………Can’t I be something to brag about?”
“The Hero?”
“I am Tanjelo’s property. We haven’t married yet, but I can do anything for you. Can’t someone like me become Tanjelo’s pride?”
“Th-that’s… the Hero is already so famous…… It’s more like the Hero herself is her own pride…… Even if I bragged about the Hero they’d just jeer that I’m overreaching… And bragging about the Hero in the first place is so blatant it would just look pitiful, wouldn’t it…?”
“That’s true too… but even taking that into account, Tanjelo has one more thing to brag about.”
“My pride?”
“…This♡”
“Ugh?!”
His crotch was suddenly seized and Tanjelo’s waist bent forward. Caught off guard by her abrupt action he could find no words and simply stared at the Hero’s face; this blonde beauty, apparently unable to shed the habits of her traveling days, grinned like the old tomboy she once was and tempted him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they can never look down on you again.”
“U-um… just what are you planning to do……?”
“Well, lifting her husband’s spirits is a wife’s job, right? Since we came all this way I thought I’d peel off one more layer and put in some effort.”
“One more layer… Aah?! That kind of disgrace is only for home! There’s no need to play the clown outside too! So~!”
Squeeze-squeeze-squeeze~♡
“Ugh… nn…?!”
“Fufu… Hey, Tanjelo? I can handle being ignored myself, but I absolutely cannot stand my man being ignored… So let’s go show those idiot brats the dignity of a real man~? Ufufufu…”
“Uuu……”
With that the Hero kept hold of Tanjelo’s cock and pushed him back into the banquet hall, making him take the lead. Noa had told her not to, yet she could not endure it; she secretly pulled out the cigarette she had tucked away and slipped it between his lips. The fact that she had hidden a cigarette inside the hole her husband was supposed to use already proved the Hero was an irredeemable drug addict, and Tanjelo, unable to refuse, was the same.
Puff-puff~♡
Puff-puff~♡
““Fhuuuuu~♡””
The pervert switch these two shared was none other than drugs and alcohol. Once the drug cigarette pulled from the Hero’s pussy flipped that switch, even the cowardly Tanjelo grew blatantly excited. Only moments earlier he had been saying they must not do this, yet once it reached this point even the Hero could no longer stop him.
“Honey. Grab my ass. Show them who belongs to whom.”
“Mm… okay…”
Squeeeeeze~♡
With those words the two of them transformed from a harmonious married couple into a filthy pair of lovers and stepped into the private room where the others waited.