Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"Haa... haa..."
Lena was straddling my hips, breathing heavily.
After pressing up against the wall for what felt like full-on mating, Lena and I had collapsed onto the bed and kept going at it without a break.
Ever since arriving at the Demon King's castle, after several rounds of sex with her, one thing had become clear.
'Lena knows a lot in theory, but she's clueless when it comes to the fun stuff.'
She had the basics of sex down pat, but beyond that, she was completely in the dark.
It was probably because she'd never mingled with noble ladies or attended social gatherings.
For Lena up until now, sex had been solely about making babies—nothing more, nothing less.
At best, through our coupling, she'd started learning to let her body surrender to pleasure...
'She has no idea how to tease or please a man. She doesn't even know what a blowjob is...'
[It seems she only knows what she's been taught based on her knowledge.]
Given Lena's personality, I'd been eagerly anticipating some aftercare head once we finished.
But instead, she'd wiped me off with the frills on her maid outfit and looked up at me like she deserved praise.
Not that I minded.
In fact, that innocence was a window into the life she'd led.
She'd always preferred swordplay, spearmanship, and rolling around in the dirt to build her body over tea parties with other ladies.
What she'd been taught wasn't sexual pleasure—it was purely how to conceive and bear an heir.
Lena had even apologized to me once after we met, saying she felt bad for not being womanly enough.
Her hands definitely weren't perfectly smooth and soft.
They were rough in places, callused and bumpy from training.
But to me, Lena's hands were the pinnacle of beauty.
"Haa... haa... Master... did... did it feel good?"
Lena asked while still impaled on my cock, hips pressed flush against mine.
When I stayed quiet, she seemed anxious.
"Lie down for a sec."
"Eek!"
With my dick still inside her, I pulled Lena down onto my chest.
Her massive breasts spread out against my torso like pudding.
I rolled her to the side, slipped out, and pulled her into my arms.
As I hugged her, Lena's trembling breaths washed over my chest.
"Haat... Master..."
"..."
Lena hugged me back, eyes closed, her face full of emotion.
It was just a hug, but I probably wore a blissful expression too as I looked at her.
How would most people view someone playing an NTR game?
They'd probably call them a creep.
No one sane steals other guys' women in games, right?
Especially without love—just banging for the sake of it. Unthinkable.
But I could say this with conviction:
I had never once not loved the heroines.
It wasn't about eat-and-dump; games just end, forcing you to move on.
If you really love someone, what's wrong with them having a lover?
I'm not preaching about being the goalkeeper.
Why should I consider some random guy's feelings and give up on a woman?
I might be trash, but that's how I see it.
'This job really suits me.'
[...That's why I think you were summoned.]
Guilt is for the women you love.
With lovely girls like Lena around, I don't have room for guilt toward men.
Holding Lena close, I carefully spoke up.
"I have something to tell you."
"...Please, go ahead."
Reading my mood, Lena straightened up and put on her usual attendant face.
I explained everything to her.
About how this world had ended up like this because of me...
She'd probably suspected as much.
But hearing the full details for the first time...
"Ilunia turned out like this because of me. I rescued Viola from the hero, that's why."
"So the hero... he really was that kind of man."
Lena bowed her head, face shocked.
Thankfully, she believed every word.
After a quiet moment, she asked me,
"Why tell me something you didn't have to...?"
"..."
She continued,
"I didn't know exactly what you'd done, but I could guess it was tied to all this."
From Lena's perspective, it made sense to question it.
She probably thought there was no need to share this.
"I can't fathom your intentions in telling me... but..."
Lena closed her eyes and buried her face in my neck.
"You are my final pillar. That hasn't changed."
"..."
I was the man who destroyed her world, toppled her nation, ruined her family, and drove her father to death.
This moment made it crystal clear what kind of woman Lena was.
Lena was strong.
Among humans in this world, she'd reached near the peak—a truly remarkable woman.
And she'd climbed that high because she had a pillar to lean on.
To Lena, whether that pillar was good or evil didn't matter.
With her eyes still closed, she whispered quietly,
"I love you."
"..."
I didn't reply, just held her and drifted off to sleep.
"..."
When Lena opened her eyes, morning sunlight streamed into her room.
Dancing dust motes were her only greeting.
Seong Suho, who'd been lying beside her, was gone.
"Hng... uu..."
Overwhelmed by emptiness, Lena clutched the blanket and sobbed.
She buried her face in it to muffle the cries leaking out.
"Hngg... kngg..."
Even after dozens of minutes, the tears wouldn't stop, nor the sobs.
But eventually, they did.
With puffy red eyes and nose, tear-streaked face and dead stare, Lena rose from the bed.
"Not yet... you haven't left yet... death comes after..."
As she looked around for clothes to change, something felt off.
"My clothes... they're folded..."
Her maid outfit lay neatly folded on the table.
For a brief moment, she smiled.
Yesterday, after our heated romp, Seong Suho had ripped it off and tossed it aside.
Lena carefully lifted the neatly squared outfit and whispered to it,
"Let's not show an ugly face until the very end."
She changed into the maid outfit and eyed the wooden basin in the corner for washing up, sighing.
"Idiot... you didn't even empty the water last night. At least wash up before leaving..."
No choice—still wearing her tearful face, Lena headed to the stream.
The moment she stepped out, Berius caught her eye.
Not blocking the door, just standing off to the side, head bowed silently.
'...What now.'
Whenever Berius appeared, bad things happened to Lena.
Unwelcome, but she bowed and asked,
"Is something the matter?"
"..."
Berius said nothing.
Lena decided to leave.
Her mood was rotten; no patience for his gripes.
As she straightened to go, Berius spoke.
"The young lady..."
"...?"
"I'll definitely restore the young lady to her former self!"
With that shout, he hugged her.
'Haa... what a hassle. What the hell...'
Not understanding, Lena asked,
"Berius. I don't follow..."
"Young lady! I'll work hard! So hard... please come back."
"...? What are you..."
Berius said his piece and bolted.
"Haa..."
Lena cupped her face and muttered,
"Just give me one peaceful day..."
Tears nearly came again, but she held them back.
Right now, all she wanted was to see Seong Suho in the guest quarters.
But more ankle-biters appeared.
"Le-Lena! Please! Just this once..."
"..."
Men blocked her path, pleading.
But hearing them out left Lena utterly dumbfounded.
With a chilling aura, she said,
"Why did you mess with the warehouse items without permission?"
"Th-that's..."
None could speak.
They couldn't admit it was because of Lena.
They bluffed and begged,
"We just tried them on briefly... or we'll end up like Lorian!"
"..."
'It's the last day. Just endure one more.'
Thinking of their suicide today, she felt a twinge of pity.
"What happened to Lorian?"
"In his room now..."
Apparently, his dick had exploded yesterday, and he nearly died from excessive bleeding, barely surviving—but comatose since.
"If this keeps up..."
"I'll handle Lorian's emergency care. As for disassembly... I have nothing to say."
"P-please!"
"...Why touch a guest's items?!"
Lena yelled before she knew it.
But their reaction shocked her more.
All the men collapsed backward, pissing themselves.
"Hiiik..."
"..."
Even Lena, who rarely snapped, was flustered.
'Did I go too far...?'
Pitying them, she apologized,
"Sorry... I'll talk to him."
"Th-thank you."
The men scrambled away, tripping over themselves.
"...At least clean your own mess. I'm in a hurry too..."
Ignoring the puddles, Lena headed to the stream.
There, noble ladies did their laundry duty.
She noticed their glances but deemed meeting Seong Suho unwashed worse.
Approaching cautiously,
Their expressions were off—unusually cheerful, laughing as they washed.
But silence fell as she neared.
Forcing a smile, Lena greeted,
"Good morning."
"...Yes."
They just glared warily.
'Right, it's all my fault...'
Feeling their hostility as she washed her face.
No time or mood for thoroughness.
As Lena finished and left, whispers drifted from afar.
"What's so great about her..."
"Hurry back and bring me..."
"..."
Lena trudged to the guest quarters, downcast.
'Oh right, that request...'
Remembering the men's plea mid-corridor.
"The request..."
One man flickered in her heart.
"Father... I'm sorry. For a daughter like me... sorry."
Suddenly, even facing death, she wanted to know Duke Peron's status.
The lesser demons here couldn't say, only that it was dire.
"Shameless, but... just once... one request."
Resolved, but walking made her realize her filial failure.
'But... I might never see Father again... but him, today is the last...'
Fear of seeming bothersome polluted her thoughts.
"A woman like me as your daughter..."
Self-loathing surged, nausea rising.
Still, she decided.
"News... about Father... it's the last day..."
She wanted even a scrap on Duke Peron.
"Master... wouldn't mind... such a small ask..."
Lena figured she'd beg Gardia for news before leaving.
"If he agrees... even if it's hard, I'll live a bit longer for that news."
Unknowingly, she smiled.
Imagining Seong Suho's bright grin as he granted it.
"Huh? No reason to bother the Demon King with that."