I Became the Hero's Son
An ordinary gaming geek, a hundred days out from becoming a buzz-cut conscript.
I couldn't stand to watch Asgard Chronicles—the game where you become a hero and slay the Demon King, my own little world—go under. I loved it too much. So I tried to boost its ratings. I even dragged every alt account I had into the fight.
And then I woke up inside the game.
A shota build from stunted growth. A face so ridiculously handsome it came with its own plot justification, inherited straight from my parents. And on top of all that, a MILF Collector mode I'd only just discovered and installed—one where I conquered older women.
"Fufufu. Mortal hero. Just how do you intend to bring a goddess like me to her knees?"
Even in a see-through dress, there was no hiding that overwhelming feminine beauty. She stroked a pair of breasts that looked sculpted by the gods themselves, her voice a deliberate provocation.
The Goddess of All Things. Watching her mock me, those enormous tits and that thick, meaty lower body swaying with every movement, I wasn't angry. I was hard.
I was no web-novel protagonist with a cheat skill baked in. I wasn't a born munchkin or a genius, either.
But still.
"With my cock."
What the hell. Let's do this. Forget the hero who takes the Demon King's head. I'll become a Beastly Hero who conquers nothing but older women.
"Lashu, my son! Get up, come on!"
"Nnngh…"
The rich, honeyed MILF morning call I got to hear every single day. I stretched and sat up, and the face waiting for me did not belong to any middle-aged woman. Early-to-mid twenties, easy. And that face was currently pouting straight at me.
God, I want to throw my arms around her so fucking bad.
"Honestly, do I always have to wake you? You're an adult now!"
"Yeah, but… I just don't have any energy unless Mom wakes me up?"
I played the cute act that matched this body, grinning as I nestled naturally into her chest. Those soft, generous breasts announced themselves with overwhelming presence as they met my face. Mom stroked my hair.
"Just because you look young doesn't mean you get to act like a child! Get up and eat. Today's the day we go pay our respects to the Lord's wife, remember?"
"Yeees."
She turned her back. I followed her with my eyes, reluctant to let even that view go. Long orange hair that faded to a light brown the further it fell. Violet eyes. A figure built like a glamour model. I couldn't stop wondering what those sweater-wrapped breasts actually looked like—or what the landscape between her thighs might be. And that waist, cinched impossibly slim against all that voluptuous flesh.
Ah, I want to grab that waist and pound her senseless. Just imagining it…
I shook my head and got up. Time to do my job.
On Earth my name had been Rasiu. Here, they called me Lashu Leonhart. Four days since I'd arrived in this place. I was a game character now—a trash-tier one that barely even registered as existing.
My awakening ability's sealed in some alien language. What am I, the Demon King?
At first I'd considered selling my body. The face had more than enough plot justification for it. But I was the type who preferred to just go for it.
I yawned and looked out the window. The sky was brilliant, dandelion seeds drifting past like clouds. People walked sunlit streets, chasing the quiet away with conversation, and the crowds moving along those well-kept roads no longer felt like game NPCs. They felt like human beings.
I washed up and ate. Today's meal was Mom's special galbi-tang—Korean short-rib soup. The kind of thing you could only get away with because the game's developer was a Korean company. Korean comfort food, in a Western fantasy world. Unreal.
"How is it, sweetheart? Is it good?"
"Yeah! It's amazing!"
I answered with all the energy I could muster and looked across the table at her.
Every time I see her, she's exactly my type. Then again, I'll take anyone with a big chest and a sexy body.
And if the chest was small, or worse, nonexistent? Even a pretty face didn't do it for me. Honestly, wasn't a woman with a small chest committing some kind of crime?
That's why I can't stand lolis. Well—a stacked legal loli, I'd make an exception.
Mom's voice cut through the garbage floating around in my head. She smiled that warm, enveloping smile of hers.
"Nervous? About becoming a hero."
"Yeah, well…"
"Remember this, son. You have to become a great hero, just like your father. So you can save our territory from this crisis, and save the world from the Demon King!"
"That's why you trained me so hard, right?"
"Oh, so now you understand? You did nothing but complain until last week."
"If it's something Mom does, I can understand anything!"
There was a reason the character I'd possessed wasn't complete garbage. My father had been a famous hero—a character who existed only in the lore, sure, but anyone they called the Legendary Hero had to have been a cheat. I'd inherited something of his, and the backstory said Mom had put me through fairly brutal training.
Even so, all that amounted to was stats sitting a little above average. That was it.
I'd rather have some broken awakening ability. I mean, why else do hunter-novel protagonists claw their way to an awakening even if it kills them?
Waking up inside a game world had been fun at first. Getting isekai'd for boosting a rating with a handful of alt accounts was a hell of a trade, but living in this game still beat the alternative—rotting in Korea with the military breathing down my neck.
Starting out like this, though, was a problem. What kind of rape-tier difficulty was this supposed to be?
I finished eating and headed for the door. Mom called me back.
"Oh—could you return this to the general store on your way?"
She handed me a wooden stepladder. Not a big one. I lifted it easily. It was about the same size as my body and still barely weighed a thing.
"You borrowed it?"
"Mhm! Please take it back."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Creak. Thunk.
"Nice weather again today."
I set off toward the lord's castle. Meet the Lord's wife first, then return this damn ladder.
It's not open yet anyway.
As I walked, I caught people whispering about me.
"I heard the Lord's wife summoned that kid. Why?"
"Hero's bloodline, apparently. Honestly, the other hero candidates look way more promising."
"Ugh, what's a pretty boy like that going to accomplish? He should just marry me."
"You? Please. Look at the age gap, you lunatic."
I was immune to this stuff by now. From the day I possessed this body I'd been hearing it all—nepo-baby, going to get outclassed, every flavor of dismissal.
Truth was, I didn't care that much about becoming a hero.
Getting stronger would be nice. Women would come with it. But there's no growth foundation here at all.
Decent stats alone would never make anyone a hero. The other candidates my age had all come back from studying abroad or doing mercenary work. Their stats were solid. Their abilities were solid.
Talk all the shit you want. At least I have this much going for me, or I wouldn't even be surviving. If I'd possessed some homeless guy I'd already be dead. And if I'd gotten gender-swapped? The goblins would've dragged me off and used me as a meat slave until I died.
That was this world. A world where thousands died every day to monster raids and bandit attacks.
I reached the lord's castle, and a soldier started in on me immediately.
"The hell? This isn't a playground."
"The Lord's wife summoned me."
I showed him the letter, all composure. At home I was Mom's cute little puppy. Outside, I played the part of a young man acting his age. And the moment sex entered the picture, I became a beast of pure lust.
That's how you do a shota.
The soldier's eyes went wide.
"Huh. Even I barely get to see the Lord's wife, and she's calling you? Lucky bastard."
"Coming through. Hold onto this for me."
I left the ladder with him and went inside. I followed a corridor through the castle and came out into something like a courtyard—except it wasn't a courtyard at all. The place was the size of several farm plots stitched together.
A butler came out to meet me at the manor.
"Name?"
"Lashu Leonhart."
"Enter. Observe proper etiquette."
"Yes."
I followed him, tilting my head. What the hell was noble etiquette in this game again? The gesture system was gone, so I had to do it myself. What a pain.
The butler led me in, and there she was—the Lord's wife, handling official business alone. I stepped forward, offered my greeting, and raised my head.
Long silver hair spilling down her back. Blue eyes that paled toward the center. A pair of breasts pushing close to a G-cup, wrapped with shameless arrogance in a quilted coat. My chest tightened. I was going to get hard. I liked them big.
And those weren't just big. They were beautiful. The thought of burying my face in that cleavage and pistoning away flickered through my mind.
Fuck. Even the root of my cock is twitching.
She, for her part, looked at me like I was a disappointment. That cold stare. It felt like contempt, and that only got me more excited.
"Rasiu, son of the Hero, greets the Acting Lord."
"I expected something of a hero's bloodline. Why are you so small? And is it Rasiu or Lashu? Can you not even pronounce your own name?"
"Lashu Leonhart. My apologies, Acting Lord."
"Hmph. And what exactly is a child this small supposed to be capable of?"
The Lord's wife didn't trust me. Fair enough. I wouldn't have either. The kid who's supposed to become a hero, and he looks like this.
But maybe she hadn't heard. They say the smallest peppers burn the hottest.
You think I wanted to be a shota? I'm losing my mind over here! Amanosis, a face so unfairly good-looking it has its own plot armor, plus the mode buff on top of it—women look at me like I'm a male prostitute in training!
Amanosis. A body that couldn't hold mana. I was the Hero's son, and I still had it. Which meant I couldn't learn magic. Couldn't even pay a fortune to have a skill grafted into my body. There wasn't a drop of mana to run one with.
I screamed on the inside and didn't let a single thing show on my face.
"I will give everything I have, so as not to disgrace the name of my father, Reiner Leonhart."
The butler, who'd been watching, seemed to take pity on me. He stepped in.
"He has trained under Sion since he was very young. You may trust him with—"
The Lord's wife's expression changed. What?
"Don't tell me… that Sion? The one who was so renowned? Hah. Fine. Lashu."
"Yes, Acting Lord."
"Go to Pelegor Hill at once and confirm the Lord's condition. Of all times, the only hero candidate available to carry out this critical order is you."
"Yes. I'll begin immediately!"
I answered like someone you could count on and stood. As I followed the butler out, I turned it over in my head.
MILF mode, freshly installed. The early scenario should be about the same. The Lord goes off to deal with the Demon King's minions, vanishes for two weeks, and someone gets sent to find him.
No idea how it would play this time. I'd only found this mode the day before and installed it. Anyone who's ever used mods knows the problem—even one of them can touch a dozen systems, and you never know what's actually changed until it hits you in the face.
Outside the castle I collected the ladder and looked around. Women everywhere—full chests, tight stomachs, wide hips.
Still, this mode is the best. This place is heaven. Bigger is better, and look how many stacked women there are! Heh. If I could just tap that. The Lord's wife, too, someday…
The Lord's wife, currently serving as Acting Lord. I was going to have her eventually. I wanted to see that arrogant face soaked in humiliation.
I headed to the general store to return the ladder. A few customers were already inside, browsing. One of them bought something, and the woman who owned the place asked,
"Would you like a bag?"
The customer ignored her completely and walked out. She was already a lonely single woman. Kind of sad.
I set the ladder down somewhere convenient.
"Annie Bahrenheit, unnie—I'll just leave the ladder you lent us right here!"
"Hm? Oh. Okay. But where are you going? You're dressed different."
"The Lord's wife told me to go find the Lord."
"Ah. Is that so? But Lashu…"
She hesitated as she said my name. A taut, model-like figure. Her eyes weren't large, but they had a strangely sharp shape and color. Quiet. Composed. A woman of few words. And right now, she was smiling. She almost never smiled.
"I'm always grateful. You actually answer me, and you call me unnie…"
"Come on, you look like an unnie to me. Take care!"
I left the store and let out a breath.
The general-store woman has a seriously huge chest, too. Married off to the old shopkeeper, never even got properly laid, and ended up a widow.
A shame. All that fertile flesh, never even tasted.
No. Worry about myself. The errand was done, anyway. And then a notification I'd never seen before popped up.
Unique Ability Title Collector has been activated!
You have acquired the title Quest Addict!
Huuuh? What the hell is this?!