Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Once the Saintess Falls Asleep, My Favorite Arrives.
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I'd possessed the body of Hans, the protagonist of Lewd Hero Conquest Tale.
That was the conclusion I'd reached after racking my brains over it again and again.
A message of unknown origin.
The light bursting from my monitor.
The faint, alien mechanical beep that echoed in my ears.
And the situation I now found myself in.
As for the trial demo... well, I wasn't entirely sure about that part.
Anyway.
It was the only hypothesis that tied all these pieces together into something that made sense.
Oh, there was one other possibility.
That I was a hardcore game addict suffering from hallucinations.
I didn't want to admit it.
But realistically speaking, that one felt more plausible.
If that was the case, then this bed I was lying on was probably in a psych ward.
"Um, Sir Hans."
Just then, Laila's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts as she clung to my arm.
I turned my head to the right, and her blue eyes were staring straight at my face.
"What... ahem. What's wrong?"
In the game, Hans didn't have any voice lines, so I'd improvised what I thought might be his accent.
Regardless of whether the voice sounded convincing, my acting was downright awful, even by my own standards.
Still, Laila seemed to fully believe I was Hans, with no doubts whatsoever.
"Did I... make you feel good properly?"
There was a hint of hesitation in her voice as she asked.
"Huh? Yeah. It felt amazing. Really."
At my response, the corners of Laila's mouth curved into a faint smile, only for shadows to cloud her eyes moments later.
"Truth be told, you've been so quiet since earlier that I thought you were angry."
Oof.
"N-No way! Haha!"
"I didn't want to disturb your sleep either, but with the Demon Realm expedition starting tomorrow, I just couldn't drift off."
"R-Right. The Demon Realm expedition."
With Laila right there the moment I opened my eyes, I'd figured this wasn't the early game.
The Demon Realm expedition put us squarely in the mid-to-late game.
Was there some reason for that?
"Sir Hans."
"Yeah?"
Laila's voice interrupted my train of thought before it could go further.
"Do you think... we can defeat the Demon King?"
Her trembling eyes conveyed her anxiety loud and clear.
Right.
In the game, there was an event right before the Demon Realm expedition where Laila snuck into Hans's room and they had sex.
The question she'd just asked matched the one she posed at the tail end of that event.
I'd forgotten exactly what Hans replied back then.
But what mattered here was instilling strong faith in the anxious saintess.
"We'll win."
I answered her in a flat tone, different from before.
For the record, Hans and the hero party do defeat the Demon King.
The real final boss comes after that.
But no need to mention that part.
Only then did Laila finally break into a full smile, burying her face in my chest.
Her warm breath tickled my skin.
Soon, only the sound of her peaceful breathing reached my ears.
"Mm..."
I gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened bangs sticking to her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curved into a soft smile.
"If this is a hallucination, I'd have to be completely insane."
As I gazed fondly at the sleeping Laila's face, my eyes naturally drifted to her lips.
Thinking about those cherry-like lips servicing my cock made my groin stir, even though I'd thought it had cooled off.
Normally, once I came, the thought of jerking off never even crossed my mind again.
So this was what it felt like to still have lingering lust after climaxing.
If I wanted, going for round two wouldn't be hard.
"But waking her up while she's sleeping would be a bit much."
Confirming that Laila was in deep slumber, I quietly slipped out of bed.
Right after opening my eyes, I hadn't had a chance to take stock, so I didn't know where I was.
"As expected, it's an inn."
A modest medieval-style room with wooden accents and warm-toned wallpaper. The only furniture was the bed and a two-drawer chest.
The two lanterns hanging on the side walls were old and didn't quite illuminate the whole space.
Moonlight filtering through the window made up the difference.
I got out of bed, kicked aside the scattered clothes in my path, and took a step forward.
Creeeak. The wooden floorboards groaned underfoot.
"Eek."
I tensed, worried I'd wake Laila, but she just stirred a little without opening her eyes.
I let out a sigh of relief and stood still, looking down at my body in the moonlight.
"Whoa, damn."
An exclamation escaped me involuntarily.
Not a single ounce of excess fat anywhere from shoulders to toes.
Forearms and thighs were thick and firm, veins bulging prominently.
Abs chiseled like a chocolate bar.
And don't get me started on the club dangling between my legs.
Best of all, not a single ache or pain anywhere.
"If I could live the rest of my life in a body like this, I'd have no regrets."
I twisted and flexed my muscular frame this way and that, like some rejuvenated geezer.
Moonlit gymnastics? Sounds like the phrase was made for you.
A stranger's voice brushed past my ear.
I startled and scanned the room. Only sleeping Laila and I were there.
Had I misheard?
Frozen naked in the middle of the room, eyes darting frantically—
Pfhehe. Over here, here.
This time, I clearly identified the voice and its direction.
Next to the headboard by the bed where Laila lay.
A massive sword leaning casually against it.
How had I not noticed it there until now?
No, from the moment I realized I'd possessed Hans's body, I should've thought of it first.
From hilt to the sheath encasing the blade, it was uniformly pitch-black, rejecting even moonlight.
The ominous purple gem embedded in the center of the base evoked the image of a serpent's eye.
That was the culprit—the source of Hans's journey.
The Demon Sword Sex.
The Demon Sword Sex was a type of ego sword.
The ego dwelling within explained curses and game mechanics, serving as a sort of guide.
Its name was Lulu.
The being that led Hans on his journey as a collective of grudges.
And the game's true final boss.
Yeah.
The perpetrator that tormented me and countless other players with its unfair patterns.
Right after defeating the Demon King, it turned out Lulu was the previous-era hero slain by the inaugural Demon King.
And the black using Hans for her resurrection.
It wasn't much of a twist, though—play the game, and the foreshadowing overflows to the point where ignorance is harder.
Hmm? Why the face?
Anyway, having endured the final boss's brutal difficulty, I couldn't harbor warm feelings toward Lulu.
Logically, she wasn't at fault.
The devs were the real culprits.
But human emotions don't work that way.
As I stared at the Demon Sword with an indescribable tangle of feelings—
...Aha! So that's it?
The gem in the sword flashed repeatedly as an excited voice echoed out.
No need to be so wary. I'm not the 'Lulu' you know.
"...What?"
What kind of nonsense was that?
Not Lulu?
But the voice was unmistakably coming from the Demon Sword.
Come to think of it, the first thing it said to me was, "Do you like that body?"
As if it knew someone else had entered this body.
Even Laila, who'd just shared her body with me, hadn't noticed I wasn't the real Hans.
But this thing...
Hm? Backfired instead?
"If you're not Lulu, then who the hell are you?"
Hmm. The being who grants your wish—ring any bells?
The moment I heard the answer, tension furrowed my brow.
A submerged memory surfaced, and a scene flashed in my mind.
I shall grant your wish.
That meant the owner of this voice was...!
But it beat me to speaking.
Whoops. Sorry, no time for a long chat. Just hang in there a bit longer. The trial demo's almost over.
"The trial demo's ending?"
You can see it too, right? How far the trial demo has progressed.
At the voice's question, my gaze shifted to the text still floating in the corner of my vision.
Trial Demo: Proceeding Normally.
Progress: 50%
Sure enough, this voice was behind my possession.
Halfway after that romp with the blonde? You get the gist of how to fill the rest, yeah?
"What the hell are you, really?"
Told ya. The being who grants your wish.
"You've been going on about wishes this and wishes that. What, you some genie from a lamp?"
The voice giggled, clearly amused by my impatience.
This trial demo is a stage to test your suitability. And so far? Very satisfying.
"Quit with the cryptic bullshit and explain it plainly, would you?"
This was starting to piss me off.
And that bratty tone didn't help.
The voice teased me further.
Then do well till the end. Looking forward to meeting again~.
"Hey!!"
It dumped its lines and vanished.
The gem in the sword went dark.
Silence returned to the room.
I'm gonna see that bastard's face someday, mark my words.
I calmed my excitement and gathered the clues I'd gleaned.
"Halfway to go."
Sex with Laila filled half the bar.
So the rest probably needed sex too.
Wake Laila again?
Or...
"Hm?"
A sudden sense of wrongness welled up.
Why wasn't Laila waking up?
Voices had gone back and forth, big and small, and I'd even yelled at the end.
Yet Laila on the bed remained utterly still.
The moment I turned my gaze to the bed with a vague unease—
"Gah?!"
A chill like stepping into a freezer swept over me, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
The wall lamps flickered in unison, and a faint vibration climbed up through my soles.
"Now what?"
In the ominous atmosphere, I started toward the bed to check on Laila—
Crack.
A repulsive splitting sound from behind halted me in my tracks.
I stopped and cautiously turned.
What I saw could only be described as space itself tearing open.
In the air between me and the room's door, less than four steps away.
A single crack etched into the void.
Then, with eerie writhing, it gaped wide like a monster baring its maw.
Inside the resulting rift, black distortions churned chaotically.
And from beyond those distortions—
"I'd heard you enjoyed playing with women, but to think you'd greet me buck naked."
Click-clack.
A woman's heels stabbed like daggers into my heart as she stepped forth.
Ash-gray hair spilling indifferently from beneath her hood.
Sharp crimson eyes glinting through the strands.
A voluptuous figure drawing the eye—from her chest on down—and bronze skin accentuating it.
An open-front robe and black slingshot leaving it all on display.
Taking in every inch of her, I froze like a statue.
Who wouldn't, faced with their ultimate favorite up close?
"What's wrong? Surprised I showed up? Adventurer... Hans."
Demon Army Cadre Agnera eyed me languidly and placed the pipe in her hand to her lips.
Trial Demo Cleared: Special Privilege Granted.