The Lord's Daughter, Jeira Gailwards (2)
Even as I thought about heading off to bed, I kept wandering around. I liked this kind of atmosphere — people chatting comfortably, hanging out, eating and drinking as much as they wanted. You could call it a feeling of freedom and peace. That's why I wanted to soak it in even more. Being today's guest of honor had something to do with it, too.
Jeira's nowhere to be seen.
After our conversation earlier, she'd vanished. I wondered if she'd gone home, but I still wanted to look for her. No matter how much I searched, though, I couldn't find her.
Frustrated, I asked someone hanging around near the lord's manor.
"Have you seen Jeira?"
"Urgh, Jeira? She headed into the manor a while ago. Ugh, I'm wasted..."
"The manor?"
"Probably just hitting the bathroom. Lord's daughter or princess, they're all just people, right? Heheheh!"
Thud!
The guard toppled over laughing. Drink in moderation, man.
I glanced around, then headed for the manor. Maybe this was my chance?
Might as well get to know Jeira on a deeper level while I'm at it. And if the opportunity presents itself, a little breaking-in too. Heh.
I really was a hopeless Beastly Hero, wasn't I? What could I say? This was my fate. My destiny.
I stepped inside the manor.
"Think we need more booze?"
"Just restock the meat."
"They're eating a surprising amount of salad. Gotta chop more cabbage!"
The servants were still bustling about. I tried to slip past without drawing attention, but—
"Hah! That's Lashu Leonhart!"
"The super rookie! He's basically a full-fledged Hero already!"
"He's so freaking cute in person!"
"He's that short but his muscle quality is insane. How does he even lift?"
Servants gushing over me as I walked by. I suddenly felt embarrassed.
This is like being a celebrity. But where the hell is Jeira?
Jeira was the only thing on my mind. Our conversation earlier still nagged at me. Nothing's more depressing than someone carrying a heavy burden.
Wandering around, I was reminded that this manor was a much larger estate than I'd expected. It felt like walking through a maze. I smirked.
I'll find you. Jeira, I want to get closer to you, and that's the direction this is heading. Even if it takes time!
A Beastly Hero is all about grit! Talent and whatever else don't mean a damn thing!
And with that, I headed upstairs.
Jeira Gailwards was in a certain room. She looked down at a silver-haired boy with a swallow perm, sleeping soundly, and smiled bitterly.
Her hand, which had been stroking his hair, came to a stop. A sigh escaped her.
My poor little brother. Destined to inherit the lord's seat in my place, just because I'm a woman. You and I both...
She and her brother seemed equally bound by fate. Which of them had the fate closer to an ideal, though, was anyone's guess. She sighed again and shook her head.
A twinge of guilt crept in.
Let's go.
Stepping into her own room next door, Jeira clenched her fist. She looked around. The atmosphere was plainer and stiffer than she'd expected.
Then her gaze stopped on a box. She looked down. Inside were decorations and clothes, all dressed up as prettily as possible, mixed together.
Things I used to own, just a few years ago. The elders of our family always said a woman should be womanly. That being saved by someone was only natural.
A bitter laugh slipped out. She disagreed with that thinking. Then and now.
I proved that was wrong by becoming a Hero candidate. And I was going to prove it even more, but I ended up losing to Lashu.
It was frustrating. It was a shame. She still needed to prove more. There was still more left to prove.
At this point, Lashu Leonhart had blossomed into someone with the skill of a full-fledged Hero.
Thump.
Her heart pounded. The advice Lashu had given her so sincerely came flooding back.
Could I... become like that? I love swinging a sword. I love hunting the monsters that threaten us!
As if answering her heart, her chest pounded even harder. She placed a hand over her racing heart and nodded, as if coming to a decision.
Rustle, rustle.
She changed into casual clothes and stood before the mirror. Superimposed over her current self as a Hero candidate was her past self, wearing a rose-colored dress. A figure that had often overlapped with her, carrying countless traumas from the past.
Jeira made a grabbing motion toward that image. Then she flung it aside and smiled.
I'm going to be a Hero. Lord, firstborn, noble — none of that matters!
She decided to live the life she wanted. Even if the social destiny given to her rejected it.
Lashu, the one who'd made her this way, came to mind. She wanted to know more about him.
My body's getting hot...
Breathing hard, Jeira left the room. As if searching for an answer.
Clomp, clomp.
No matter how much I searched, Jeira was nowhere. A sigh slipped out.
Does this place have a secret room or something? What the hell?
Hide-and-seek at this level would make you want to rage-quit. Finding someone shouldn't be this hard. Times like this, I really missed having mana. If I just knew a search spell, this would be easy.
I shook my head anyway. Mana's just a side dish!
Oh, right. Come to think of it, the butler mentioned a garden out back. Is she there?
I remembered something the butler had said once. There should be a garden behind here. Hmm, didn't quite fit the image, but let's check it out.
I opened the door leading to the garden. And what I found there was...
"Ahaaah♥"
A strange sound drew me closer. That kind of noise, coming from the garden? Wet, rubbing sounds, and moans that slipped out now and then.
No way.
Schlick, schlick! Squish, squelch!
"Nngh♥ Hahh♥ Hnnh... haaahn♥"
Someone was twitching on a moss-covered rock. I recognized the wolf helmet sitting beside her. The outfit was a little off, but — that was Jeira!
She had her legs spread wide, plunging her fingers into her pink pussy. Elegant, but slow.
"This is weird... I keep thinking about Lashu♥ Hnngh♥ Ever since he saved me, I just keep getting turned on♥"
Whoa. My name just came up.
I'd figured someone out there was probably masturbating to my name. But Jeira, of all people? She looked like the last woman on earth who'd do something like this.
She wriggled her toes and whispered, shy and breathless.
"Haahng♥ Lashu has a girlfriend... right? He's so popular♥"
No girlfriend, but I've got a few fuck-buddies. Always recruiting sex slaves, too. Want in?
Squelch! Schlick, schlick! Squish!
"Deeper, more♥ Haaahn♥ Just thinking about you drives me crazy♥"
A woman who'd always been the picture of discipline and by-the-book propriety, looking like that. It was even hotter. Even nastier. Was this what they called gap moe?
Jeira shuddered, two fingers still buried in her cunt.
"Hihh♥ If I dated Lashu, I'd want to roll around like dogs in heat♥ Hahh, I bet his cock tastes amazing♥"
The filth coming out of her mouth was enough to make even my ears burn. Was this really the lord's daughter? Hell yes. I was all for it. Heh heh heh.
Squelch, squelch! Schlick, schlick!
"Hngh♥ Fuck, fuck♥ I'll suck that throbbing cock all day long♥ I'll devour it whole♥"
In the backyard of the lord's manor, wet, filthy sounds echoed through the night. A bitch's lewd, vulgar moans rose with them. A symphony that had no business existing in a place like this — and yet the two melted together into a single, perfect harmony.
Jeira's slender fingers moved faster, more violently. Bathed in moonlight, she looked like a priestess making love to the moon itself.
Schlick, schlick, squelch! Squish, squelch!
"More, mooore♥ Lashu, you can cum inside, cum in me♥ Nngh-hh♥ Augh♥ Haaaahn♥"
Not the flat, emotionless voice she usually wore. A female's voice, begging to be loved, caressing my ears like honey. Jeira thrashed even harder, the corners of her mouth stretching wide.
Drunk on filthy pleasure, swept up by instinct — Jeira Gailwards. Even as she comforted herself, she only stoked a lust she couldn't possibly satisfy. There was no trace of her usual dignity or severity. All I could see was a bitch in heat, fingering her pussy raw as she ached for a love she couldn't have.
A bitch who didn't even notice the juices running down her thighs, clawing at her own thick, meaty legs as she masturbated. A virgin, acting cheap and vulgar and impossibly erotic.
Squelch, squelch! Squish, squelch!
"Ahungh♥ Heaahhk♥ Nngh♥ Haaah♥ Haaaaahn♥"
Jeira rocked her hips back and forth like she was riding a horse, completely out of her mind. She threw her head further and further back, flinging sweat from her body. She licked the curve of her own smirk, and at last she let out a scorching breath — singing the end of her climax.
"Do it, inside, cum inside me, Lashu♥ I-I'm, I'm cuuuming♥"
Spurt! Squirt, squelch! Gush!
"Hyaahk♥ Nngh-hh♥ Lashu...♥"
Jeira called my name with the face of a bitch in heat. She bit back her vulgar moans as she squirted, spraying like a fountain. Even as she came, she jerked her hips, trying to send it farther — as if she were trying to reach me, someone she could never have.
Her thick, well-padded thighs shook violently. She convulsed, hips twitching mechanically as she kept cumming. She'd been holding a lot in, apparently — it just wouldn't stop. The fluids she sprayed soaked every last bit of moss on the rock.
"Hahh, it feels so good♥ Hnnh♥"
Damn, that's hot.
Before I knew it, the garden was thick with the scent of a female in heat — vulgar, and just a little bit sweet.
I found myself hesitating. Had she been carrying a torch for me ever since the day I saved her from those orcs? Enough to ignore the difference in our stations? Or had my advice been the real spark?
The question lingered as I started to back away.
Crunch!
I stepped on something.
Shit. Getting caught at a timing this awkward would be a real problem.
Jeira's movements stopped.