Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: 19. Why Am I the Hero? (1)
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"Haa... Haa..."
Consciousness wasn't just blurry—it felt like it was being whittled away bit by bit. Even after I'd told her to squeeze every last drop out of me, I never imagined she'd take it this far.
Nun Rachel's womb had overflowed with semen long ago, spilling out sideways in sticky streams.
At this rate, I was starting to worry about more than just pregnancy—twins seemed inevitable. And yet her hips kept grinding away without mercy.
Not enough, she kept saying. Need to do it more thoroughly. She came up with all sorts of convincing excuses while slamming her flesh against mine so hard I could barely catch my breath.
And she took full advantage of the moment to satisfy every pent-up desire she'd held back until now—grabbing my hips with both hands for reverse pounding, or assaulting me in all sorts of bizarre positions.
My body had begged to stop after dozens, hundreds of times, pleading for mercy, but all that escaped my lips were sweet, melting moans. I couldn't muster even a token resistance.
If only I'd passed out...
Every time exhaustion dragged me down, on the verge of collapse, she shoved something horrific into my mouth.
"Haa... Priest, here... Holy water..."
Nun Rachel herself forcing the holy water down my throat. This wasn't what I'd taught her at all—she was perverting its purpose in the strangest way.
What kind of twisted new torture technique was this...?
I dragged my fading consciousness back to the surface by sheer force of will.
Only after enduring dozens more—no, it felt like scores—did I finally break free. Every drop of moisture had been wrung from my body, leaving a piercing headache throbbing from my skull.
For some inexplicable reason, I'd ejaculated more semen than I'd even taken in. A bizarre situation if ever there was one.
That day, I learned firsthand that one more round of this could straight-up kill me.
"Unni, unni..."
An irritating voice, laced with annoyance, like someone calling her name.
Isabel, buried deep in a pile of soft, rustling hay, frowned at the disturbance and flipped over, trying to ignore it.
"Haa... Unni, sleep moderately and wake the hell up!"
"Ugh... Shit..."
In the end, the sharp shout shoved her toward wakefulness. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with sleep. She groaned and stretched her whole body out.
"Agh... So sleepy..."
A bone-deep laziness made her twist and writhe, rousing her senses one by one. It took a good two or three minutes just to shake off the fog, and only then did she reluctantly sit up—realizing something was off.
"Why the hell am I here?"
The words slipped out unconsciously as she stared blankly ahead.
First thing she saw upon sitting up: a horse snorting and pawing the ground with a loud whinny.
And then the throbbing headache hit. She groaned in pain, clutching the back of her neck.
"Unni, get it together?"
Isabel let out a weak sigh, and finally a woman's clear voice reached her ears.
She glanced over to see Sylvia standing there, ears twitching irritably, glaring down at her with a face full of displeasure.
"Whew... After getting smashed like that yesterday..."
Their eyes met, and Sylvia let out a deep sigh. Smashed like that? What was that supposed to mean?
Isabel racked her brain, piecing together yesterday's memories.
Ah...
A deep sigh escaped as fragmented recollections flashed through her mind. She couldn't recall every detail, but key scenes played out like snapshots in a panorama.
Returning from a successful mission, everyone celebrating.
Then getting swept up in the mood and drinking...
And finally, barging into the stable thinking it was her room. Perfect in every way.
"Can't hold your liquor and you chug like that? You out of your mind?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away..."
Her brow furrowed involuntarily at the dizzying memories. Luckily, no recollections of breaking anything. Her drunk homing instinct must have kicked in perfectly.
The problem was ending up in the stable instead of her room...
Haa... Well, in a way, the stable was her second home. Back in her broke days, she'd crashed on hay piles like this plenty of times. The smell was a bit much, but she didn't mind.
"I didn't cause any trouble, right?"
"Nah, aside from ignoring me telling you to go to your room and sleep."
Good, her memory seemed intact. That's why she usually steered clear of booze.
Marcel, that bastard... Forced it down my throat even after I said no. Gonna half-kill him next time I see him.
"You're up? Let's go. Gotta head to church."
"Huh? Church?"
"Forgot? Saintess Amaness is descending from the Holy Faith Church. Guild Master won't let us off if we're late..."
Oh, right. So much chaos lately, it'd slipped her mind completely. Hero selection ceremony or something? Got dragged into it just for living here. She was supposed to rest all day today—tsk.
No helping it when the boss said go.
"Aha... What a pain..."
Isabel grumbled, grabbing a stall post to haul herself up.
Maybe from the booze, but nagging muscle aches flared in her legs.
"Who isn't annoyed? Just show your face and bounce. Hurry and get ready."
True, Sylvia had a point. Just pop in, let Guild Master Reina see her face, and dip.
Everyone hyped like it was a festival over a god descending after a century, but Isabel didn't care. Resting up now to have energy for tomorrow's fights mattered more.
But...
"Huh? What's with the fancy getup?"
"Huh? Oh, this... Just, y'know..."
Sylvia averted her eyes at Isabel's question, scratching her cheek awkwardly. The girl who'd just been nagging her now looked flustered.
Hmm... What gives?
Isabel tilted her head, scanning Sylvia up and down. No way this was something a bottom-rung worker like them would wear.
A blue corset dress straight out of some noble's wardrobe. Wasn't like she was off to meet a guy or anything—didn't make sense.
What the actual hell?
Pure curiosity. She'd have let it slide if it was her usual style, but showing up out of nowhere in that made Isabel wonder if she was still half-dreaming.
If she hadn't looked so busted, Isabel might've overlooked it...
"Hey... You got a boyfriend or something?"
No way, right? But otherwise, why force herself into something so out of character? Ronin tribeswomen played up their femininity in rags, looking half-feral. For her to dress up neat like this? Only explanation was a guy she liked.
"What? Nonsense! Boyfriend? You know I'm not into that stuff. It's just... important day and all. Wanted to feel special..."
Bullshit. No matter how you sliced it, she was lying.
Just moments ago, she'd been the one griping about wrapping it up quick. Now it was suddenly "important"?
Isabel had known her for years. She could fool others, but not Isabel's eyes.
Dragging their reluctant bodies, Isabel and Sylvia arrived at the church entrance. The crowd wasn't just buzzing—it was on the verge of bursting at the seams. Even the doorway looked impossible to squeeze through.
"This is way more than I expected..."
She'd figured it'd be packed, but not this packed.
Finding Guild Master Reina would be like hunting the queen bee in a massive hive. And she couldn't even pull her out—just peek over heads with her eyes. Insane.
"Damn... No early exit now."
Harsh reality. They'd have to tail along and wait out the whole ceremony.
Already beat, her body felt even more limp.
"Huh? Unni, Priest Isaiah's over there."
"Huh?"
Following Sylvia's tap on her shoulder, Isabel flicked her eyes over. Sure enough, near the church entrance, Priest Isaiah was chatting with some believers.
Priest...
Not on purpose, but something drew her gaze like a magnet. Suddenly, a memory surged up, instinctive and vivid: herself, naked, clinging to him.
It was a year ago, but it played in her mind as fresh as yesterday—the feel of his hands, the warmth parting her folds and sliding inside.
Everything replayed in perfect sync, her body heating up with an inexplicable rush.
Ah...
Even though it was all over and done, seeing him stirred a deep guilt she couldn't shake. She'd gone out of her way to avoid running into him...
She was about to grab Sylvia and slip away unnoticed.
"Priest!"
Huh?
Sylvia suddenly waved both hands and charged forward. Isabel froze stiff. Unfortunately, Sylvia's shout reached the priest's ears, forcing their eyes to meet against her will.