Chapter 96 - A New Justification!

‘Hueee... What the hell is this...’

I ended up losing consciousness at the result of Lizbet's breakup declaration with Als, which she'd meticulously planned.

Ugh... No, what the fuck is this? I never imagined ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lizbet would hit Als with such ruthless shock.

What I'd expected was something like her showing him the guild emblem and her transformed body, then saying, "Sorry, Als. I've become a body that can't live without this horse cock anymore. Let's break up."

But I'd left it all to Lizbet because she seemed so eager and capable, and now we'd ended up with a terrifying outcome—one where even hearing later that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Als had killed himself would make total sense.

When I'd asked if she'd kill Als on my command, she'd sworn obedience like it was the most natural thing. Of course, that was just a test of her submission—I had no intention of actually ordering a kill; it'd feel too messy.

And I figured she'd show some mercy since he was her childhood friend and ex-lover... But today, Lizbet exceeded all my expectations. If I hadn't stepped in and stopped her midway, she looked ready to smash his head into the floor until he died. It was downright horrifying.

Should I have stopped her when she suggested drugging him and fucking right in front of his eyes...?

...Well... Yeah, Als felt a bit pitiful because of Lizbet's actions... But at the same time, a strange pleasure and euphoria surged violently through my body. That much is true.

Especially at the end, when she pissed all over him to seal the breakup declaration—my body trembled with ecstasy so intense that even right after cumming, I felt like I'd blow another load immediately...

Guess I'm just a hopeless pervert with insatiable lust. Yeah.

Sorry, Als. Blame your bad luck for crossing paths with a disaster like me.

Muttering insincere apologies in my head, I pulled my horse cock out of the passed-out Lizbet.

I watched a massive flood of horse semen gush from her pussy, then wiped up the excess once it stopped pouring out.

Sure, there was now a huge puddle of horse cum in Als's room, but whatever—he'd deal with it.

As I roughly draped Lizbet's coat over her to head out, right before leaving, I checked the status window of Als, who lay collapsed, soaked in her piss and juices.

...Yeah. "Former" hero.

Als was no longer a hero.

Even if he snapped out of it and charged at me screaming for revenge, a non-hero Als didn't scare me much.

Instead, Lizbet—who'd be sticking right by my side—would probably try to slaughter him on the spot.

And with Als's hero powers gone, the world's destruction via Esser had been delayed, big time or small.

Als, you've contributed to world peace. Drop the revenge and live proudly.

With that trash-tier sentiment, I scooped up Lizbet quick to avoid prying eyes and carried her back to my room.

After that, we spent the next four days in Lizbet's room fucking nonstop.

With her nagging obstacle gone, Lizbet devoured my horse cock and body with greedy abandon, trying every filthy thing she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wanted.

How far did it go? While I was in horse form getting my balls licked from behind, she suddenly kissed my horse asshole and started tonguing it like crazy!

She wouldn't stop, cooing "Let me make you feel good~♡," and it legit freaked me out!

Liz... I do keep that area clean... It seems hygiene carries over from humanoid form to horse form... But I'm not mentally ready for that yet...

This is what happens when your bitch's service lust goes overboard... No, wait—even in horse form, she had zero hesitation? Scary as fuck, this bitch submission...

The same Lizbet who used to shove me away yelling about my "beast stench" had changed this much...

Anyway, after four days of fucking and passing out on repeat, pickling her in cum, we figured it was time to merge rooms. We took a break to tidy up mine.

The manager said the guy who'd been rooming with me left yesterday—playing it cool like I knew, I canceled my room contract.

Digging for more info, turns out Als had told everyone he was heading home due to family issues, forehead bandaged, looking like a total wreck...

Yeah, Als. It'll be happier for you to just live quietly back home.

When I told Lizbet, she shrugged it off like "Oh? Good for him." End of story.

Damn... My bitch Lizbet is ruthless... Scary girl...!

Well, now ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that she's fully mine, she should forget her ex. She's my complete property now—stolen and conquered from Als.

After that, we had three chill days: dates by day, filling her womb with a few rounds of sex at night.

On dates, Lizbet no longer cared about stares, clinging to me shamelessly. Her new outfit drew eyes everywhere, making my neck itch.

She wore the red jacket from before, but with a bikini barely covering her nipples and a skirt flashing panty and ass crack—it was impossible to tell if she was an adventurer or a whore...

Ignoring the stares completely, she rubbed her bare skin against me like she was trying to turn me on. Embarrassing, but her change thrilled me, so I'd sneak gropes of her tits or ass when no one watched. I loved it.

If the kingdom had public indecency laws, we'd have been arrested on the spot...

During one such date, I swung by the smithy to check if my gear was done.

"Hey~. Here to check on my order~"

"Oh~. Divine Beast bro. You... here?"

The grumpy-looking smith froze, staring at Lizbet glued to my arm, looking dumbfounded.

"A-hem... Bro... You're quite the player..."

He didn't say more, just announced my gear was ready. Perfect timing!

Shoulders bouncing with excitement at finally having proper adventurer kit, I followed him.

"Come here. Let's check the fit and I'll show you how to wear it."

He unpacked a massive bundle inside, revealing glossy jet-black armor pieces.

"Armor goes like this... Shoulders... Gauntlets on arms like so... Greaves here..."

As he fitted me, explaining slowly, I checked the mirror once fully geared...

"Kyaa~ Sema, you look so cool!"

"Like some vicious monster from a novel..."

Two wildly different reactions from the pair staring at me.

"What do you mean!? He looks so hot!"

"Miss, you're blind from love... That's not 'hot'—it's terrifying."

"You made it!"

"Well... I figured intimidating armor suited this guy... But it fits too well. Kinda scary..."

Hmm... Even I had to admit it looked pretty intimidating.

With my already ferocious horse head and muscled body, covered in black iron plates over shoulders, chest, arms, and legs... It felt like a high-level boss monster from a game.

Still... Better than naked, speechless monster vibes. This had a cool, vicious boss mob flair I kinda dug.

Especially loved the gauntlets and greaves. Leather gloves and boots reinforced with plates on one side... They let my thick hands and body move freely, perfect for punches or kicks like unarmored. Greaves fit my reverse joints spot-on too.

Now I felt like I could adventure anywhere properly. Satisfied, I paid up and stepped out geared.

Suddenly, the stares felt different—tinged with fear. Guess I'd stash the armor in Radia and go light.

As I thought that, Lizbet reminded me of something I'd forgotten.

"Now that the armor's done, our justification to mess with Klea is gone, right?"

Oh yeah, it was only until the armor. Got too focused on Lizbet; ended on an awkward note.

"True. Feels like we wrapped up unsatisfyingly. If we wanna push more here..."

"Don't worry. Klea can't escape anymore."

Lizbet said it with total confidence, like she knew something.

Really? Sure, her bitch skills leveled up a ton and Klea's attitude shifted, but I wasn't convinced yet.

Damn, a woman paving the way for me to steal another guy's girl from her own man. Lizbet's the ultimate bitch now.

"Hehe...♡ Speaking of, let's swing by the church to check on her. No justification left, but we can meet and make a new one."

"Yeah... Let's. Gotta tell her the armor's done anyway."

Chatting about how to tackle Klea, we headed to the church.

The night before those two headed to the church, in the guild management office's cafeteria.

Adventurers gathered after work, chatting noisily as dinner hour hit.

Tables varied by affiliation and jobs, but for days now, the hot topic was the same: Als leaving Radia, looking like a broken wreck, claiming family issues back home.

And sightings of Lizbet, utterly transformed, glued to adventurer Divine Beast Sema with the face of a woman madly in love.

Those tales shocked folks and sparked endless talk.

A promising young hero. His childhood friend and lover, a beautiful mage girl. Folks had secretly cheered their guild-founding, adventure-filled youth.

But the bitter end...

"Sigh, those two reminded me of my young days. Always felt good watching 'em."

"Bullshit. You're a virgin loner. This guy's got no game."

"A hero's future should've been bright... But she picked a monster over him?"

"Nah, he's an adventurer Divine Beast. Probably hero-level."

"Saw his humanoid form during the Hero Eater subjugation... Body's straight-up savage."

"Hah... Childhood friends mean nothing, huh."

"Heard he made a guild..."

"Word is, the mage jumped ship the same day. Probably been banging way before."

From the men's table, angry and incredulous voices flowed.

"Still, with muscles like that, can't blame her for falling."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Als always seemed unreliable... Kinda scrawny."

"Face was average too... Felt like she was slumming it."

"Divine Beast's a monster face, but that body? Kinda hot."

"Saw him smack Sister Klea's ass? Veins popping on his arms every hit..."

"Those huge hands roughly spanking her ass... Made me jealous weirdly."

"His guild might have vision—could grow big. Maybe jump ship later."

"Yeah... Our guild lost its last hunk; no fun left."

Meanwhile, the women's table leaked oddly contrasting reactions.

At that, nearby male adventurers yelled over.

"Fucking hell! Women drop dead for muscles! That shit's useless in reality!"

"Train all you want—fighting spirit's what kills monsters!"

The women shot up, yelling back.

"Better than nothing, you weaklings!"

"Arms and legs like girls! Pathetic!"

The cafeteria erupted into a gender war between male and female adventurers.

"Insane! Ditching a guy for muscles? Rubber shoes on the wrong feet!"

"Judge personality, not looks!"

"You don't get it! Women love that muscle shit!"

"Personality my ass! Face ain't cutting it? Bulk up then!"

Suddenly split by gender, they hurled incomprehensible shouts.

And for a while after, a subtle rift lingered between Radia's male and female adventurers.