Igniting Jealousy
Porter: Johann28
“I’m fine.”
The Priest replied in an awkward voice. Her flushed red face looked like she had the flu.
The reason her face had changed like this was because Johann was sucking on her pussy from an angle the Hero couldn’t see. If she twisted her body even a little, it was clear he’d notice.
It was a dangerously precarious situation. But that very peril gave her a thrilling rush. The Priest swallowed hard. Forcing a strained smile onto her lips, she cautiously opened her mouth.
“Hero, it’s embarrassing, so could you turn away?”
“Oh, sorry, Priest. I was just worried about you…”
“Peeking on a girl picking flowers? That’s too much.”
“It wasn’t on purpose. Don’t hate me.”
The Hero made a sleazy excuse. The Priest didn’t respond much. Right now, she was too busy stifling the moans threatening to burst out.
If she let her guard down even a little, she felt like she’d scream in ecstasy. Johann showed no mercy in tormenting her pussy.
I wonder how far I can push this.
The Hero was clueless. It only made Johann want to tease him more. Perfect timing—his own cock was fully erect, raging to plunge straight into the Priest’s pussy.
Squelch!
“Huuuuh~♬”
A scream erupted from the Priest’s lips. It was an unbearable sneak attack.
“Priest!? Are you really okay?”
The Priest’s reactions had been off for a while now. An ominous feeling prickled the back of his neck, like he’d been bewitched by a goblin. Unable to hold back any longer, the Hero burst out from the bushes.
“Kyaaah~! Hero!”
The Priest fell flat on her butt. There was no one around her. Through the open zipper of her stockings, her perfectly smooth pussy peeked out. The Hero felt his cock twitch hard in shock.
“P-Priest…”
“Hero! I told you not to look!”
Tears welled up in the Priest’s eyes. She hurriedly zipped up.
“S-Sorry! I was just worried about you…”
“You pervert!”
The Priest’s palm struck the Hero’s cheek. Physically, it was like a mosquito bite, but the mental damage was immense. A red handprint bloomed on the Hero’s face as his head snapped to the side.
Still fuming, the Priest stood up alone, huffing. Glaring at the Hero with a fierce look she’d never shown before, she stormed off toward the carriage. She didn’t forget to hurl one last barb.
“I’m going ahead! Don’t follow me!”
“……”
The Hero stood there dumbfounded, like a mute who’d eaten honey. He still felt haunted by ghosts.
I’d slipped out with Time Pose just before the Hero caught us. The thrill of danger rising to my chin was intoxicating.
The Priest must have felt the same rush. Her perverted side was slowly blooming. Who knows—maybe she’d turn into an even bigger deviant than me.
Heading toward the carriage, I saw the mage leaning against a tree, reading her grimoire. The sight was like a watercolor painting. Her blue hair swayed beautifully in the breeze. I sat down beside her casually.
The mage glanced up at me, then returned to her book. It looked boring.
“Books aren’t good for motion sickness. Look at the blue sky instead.”
“After taking the medicine you gave me, my stomach feels a bit better. Where’d you get this? Does the church sell stuff like it?”
“Trade secret. Can’t give it away for free.”
“So stingy. Fine, I’ll figure it out myself.”
“Kidding. It’s not some cheap trinket from a general store. It’s a special remedy from my world. Very expensive—one bottle could buy a manor full of serfs.”
“The front’s true, the back’s a lie.”
“Sharp as ever.”
“Even the neighborhood kids wouldn’t fall for that. You need more practice lying.”
I’d practiced plenty already. Fooling the mage would be child’s play if I wanted.
No, I was already deceiving her.
“I was thinking about our plan for a bit.”
“Our plan?”
“Yeah. The one to win the Hero’s heart.”
The mage closed her book. Nothing was more important to her than this topic.
“To break through a wallflower like the Hero head-on, ordinary schemes won’t cut it. We need a bold move.”
“I know he’s a wallflower. But is there a way through?”
“Of course. Mage, what do you think a man’s weakness is?”
“His balls…?”
“That’s a literal physical weak point. Hope we never get to that.”
“So what is it? Stop beating around the bush.”
“Possessiveness.”
“Possessiveness? What’s that got to do with anything?”
“It fits perfectly. Our goal is to turn the Hero’s heart toward you, right?”
“Right.”
“To do that, we stimulate his possessiveness. More bluntly—stoke his jealousy.”
“Jealousy?”
“Men are creatures bound by possessiveness. They ignore what they don’t want until it slips from their grasp, then they regret it and look back. That’s the Hero right now. He thinks you’re a coin in his pocket he can grab anytime.”
“He thinks of me like that? Pissing me off all of a sudden.”
“Exactly why he doesn’t see your charm or value. So we give him a jolt. Send signals like ‘I can leave your hand anytime,’ ‘If you don’t show affection, you’re done.’ Then he won’t take you lightly anymore.”
Induce jealousy.
A cliché from comics and dramas. Of course, outdated tactics like this rarely work in stories. Probably won’t here either.
“Sounds like a huge gamble.”
The mage grasped the core instantly. As expected—she was leagues above the dim Hero. A shame for him.
“High risk, high reward. To seize what you want, you’ve got to bet big.”
“What if he loses interest completely?”
“Don’t worry. It won’t happen, and even if it does, he’ll come crawling back. Look at him—one-armed adventurer. Not great husband material.”
“But he said the wandering village could heal it.”
“I overheard the high priestess. Low chance even there. He’s just clinging to that hope.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Anyway, dallying without bait might lose him for real. Now’s the perfect time—when he’s weak, imprint your presence on his mind.”
I pumped up the mage. She was cautious, but I’d be the one laughing. After deep thought, she nodded.
“Fine. Let’s try it.”
“Excellent choice.”
“Wait!? What about you, Porter? There’s the Priest.”
“I got her permission. She knows we’re acting.”
“Feels kinda bad fooling the Hero.”
It wasn’t just a feeling—we were fooling him. And no need to feel sorry for a guy like that.
Our opinions aligned. The details were already in my head. I slowly briefed her on the plan.
The carriage started moving again. The mage, who’d suffered from motion sickness, lay deeply into the seat. Long journey ahead—better rest well.
“Mage, you okay?”
Johann gently placed his hand on her forehead. Much softer than usual.
“Thanks to you, yeah. Need to catch some shut-eye.”
“Lie this way. I’ll pillow your head.”
Johann didn’t hold back. Anyone hearing would think they were lovers.
Wouldn’t the Priest get jealous? She showed no reaction.
“W-Well, I’ll gladly accept~?”
Laying her face on the porter’s lap, she stole a glance at the Hero. His eyes flicked to the Priest. Not a look her way.
Suddenly irked, the mage buried her face in Johann’s lap. No guilt over fooling the Hero.
“Porter, stroke my hair.”
She even took the initiative.
“Your hair?”
“My mom used to do it to lull me to sleep as a kid. Women’s hair is sensitive, so be gentle.”
“Got it. Like treating a princess.”
“Not that much.”
Johann gently brushed the mage’s blue hair. Smooth as silk, it felt good to stroke. So blatant now, the Hero sensed the shift. The flirty vibe between mage and porter irked him.
What’s with that porter… Did he really sleep with her?
The image of him rolling in bed with the Priest lingered vividly. And now, that guy playing lovers with the mage in front of her? Unthinkable for an alpha male like the Hero.
Priest doesn’t seem bothered… Maybe what I saw that day was an illusion?
The Hero spun wild delusions. Humans see what they want in desperation. Textbook case.
Yeah! It must’ve been a dream. I was exhausted, had a nightmare. That’s it!
The Hero hypnotized himself.
With no reaction from the Hero, the mage fully surrendered to Johann’s touch. His hands were incredibly gentle, like he’d done this many times. That only fueled her subtle irritation.
As the carriage raced on without pause, the atmosphere inside slowly shifted.