Translator: RaidenTL

Chapter 399: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (3)

In the end, I couldn't resist and opened my inventory. I took out a dish and placed it carefully on the table.

At the sight of an object materializing out of thin air, the Vice Commander's face instantly stiffened.

"D-Did you just use… magic?"

"I did. Is there a problem?"

I replied nonchalantly as I opened the packaging. A rich aroma soon began to fill the air.

"When on earth did you learn magic…?"

"It was quite a long time ago."

I gave a vague answer, then took out a pair of chopsticks. I pulled out another bowl and handed it to him.

"Here, have some."

The Vice Commander tilted his head, then cautiously picked up some of the noodles.

"…Hmm? What is this black stuff? It looks like something the spawn of the demon world would eat."

"It's a foreign dish. It's called 'Jjajangmyeon'."

"Jjwa-jyang... The name doesn't exactly roll off the tongue."

"It seems difficult for you to pronounce. If I were to translate it... it would be something like 'noodles in black sauce'."

"Black sauce…? But the aroma is quite nice."

Eric watched me mix my Jjajangmyeon and copied me. The moment he took a bite, his eyes went wide.

"Th-This is!"

I grinned and savored my own noodles.

Jjajangmyeon is just irresistible.

The Vice Commander had practically shoved his face into the bowl and was now inhaling the noodles. The sound of him slurping was almost deafening.

"Is… is this really food…? This is unbelievable!"

He then picked up a piece of the yellow pickled radish next to him and took a bite. A moment later, what welled up in his eyes… were tears.

"Marquis… you mean to tell me you've been eating this all by yourself until now!?"

"The taste of a foreign land. Try the soup next to it, too. It's called Jjamppong soup."

"Yes, sir!"

The Vice Commander, his face full of excitement, took a gulp of the Jjamppong soup.

But the next moment—

"Kuaargh! Cough, cough!!"

His face turned red in an instant as he burst into a fit of coughing from the spicy, tingling sensation.

I continued eating calmly and said, "It tastes even better if you have it as a side with the Jjajangmyeon."

"Kuh… This is… addicting."

I let out a small laugh as I watched the Vice Commander, tears in his eyes, take another spoonful of the Jjamppong soup.

From the Jjajangmyeon to the pickled radish and the Jjamppong soup, the Vice Commander cleaned out his bowl as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Then, he began to cautiously glance at my face, as if testing the waters.

"Do you have something to say?"

When I asked, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Well… Marquis. Is it possible for you to… make more of this food?"

"Was it not enough?"

"Ah, no! I've had my fill. It's just… I'd like to let my men have a taste of this as well."

I opened my inventory window and took out several more bowls of Jjajangmyeon.

"If that's the reason, then I don't mind. Take these and share them with your men."

"Thank you…! Marquis, thank you so much!"

He bowed his head, his face filled with overwhelming gratitude, and accepted the food. Seeing him, I let the corners of my mouth lift slightly.

As expected, managing people with food works everywhere.

It was especially effective in a world like this, a medieval fantasy setting.

Eric quickly headed outside with the Jjajangmyeon. Soon after, the door opened again.

"Marquis… I've brought the village maidens."

As the door opened, the village chief bowed his head deeply and spoke cautiously. Behind him, two women hesitantly stepped into the room.

I slowly turned my gaze toward them.

The first was short, with soft, golden hair. She stood with her hands clasped tightly, clearly nervous, and kept stealing glances at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my face. Despite her shyness, her sparkling eyes were impressive.

The second was completely different. She was tall with a well-proportioned figure and long, straight black hair. Her breasts were noticeably large, and her waist was so slender it looked like you could wrap your hands around it. The very aura she exuded was different.

One is an unripe fruit, the other a ripened one…

A smile naturally formed on my lips.

"They're both clean, I presume?"

The village chief hastily nodded and exclaimed, "Yes, yes! They are definitely… untainted, Marquis! I'll stake my life on it!"

I gave a slight nod and raised my hand.

"You may leave."

"Understood…!"

The village chief bowed so low he was practically folded in half before retreating. Once the door closed, a quiet silence fell over the room again.

With my eyes fixed on the two women, I spoke in a low, heavy voice.

"You two, come and sit beside me."

At my words, the two women cautiously moved. They were clearly tense, but there was no sign of defiance.

Eira sat to my right, and Marienne to my left. Both sat quietly with proper posture, but their reactions were starkly different.

The blonde, Eira, kept stealing glances at my face, her eyes constantly darting toward me. Her face was already flushed red. Not only were her clasped hands trembling slightly, but her eyes seemed to hold a hint of anticipation.

On the other hand, the black-haired Marienne couldn't meet my gaze directly and kept her head lowered the entire time. It was a forced silence; though she said nothing, her demeanor was filled with resistance to the situation.

The blonde is expectant. The black-haired one, resistant.

I quietly raised a hand. It was an unnecessary gesture, really, just a bit of theatrics to make me look like a magic user.

…Hmm. I'll just skip it next time.

Food and wine from my inventory were instantly arranged on the table. A faint fruity aroma spread through the air, and sweet, soft foods and snacks that women would likely enjoy were neatly laid out.

"……!"

Both women's eyes widened simultaneously. Faced with the unfamiliar sight, Eira covered her mouth with her hands in awe, and even Marienne stared at me with wide, round eyes.

"Is this… magic?"

"It's amazing…"

I smiled faintly and picked up a glass.

"It's not something just anyone can do. Now, first, pour me a drink."

Eira quickly reached out and picked up the bottle of wine. Her small hand gripped the bottle and tilted it carefully, and a golden liquid trickled into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the glass.

"Thank you."

I raised the glass and took a sip. A sweet and refreshing fruity aroma filled my mouth, and the aftertaste vanished cleanly.

"You two drink as well."

"Us… too?" Eira asked, surprised. In a remote village like this, she couldn't have possibly had any experience drinking with a nobleman.

"It will help you relax, and we'll be able to talk."

I took out two more glasses and placed them on the table. Eira picked up her glass with a look of delight, while Marienne hesitated, her hands still resting on her knees.

"Marienne."

When I called her name, she cautiously raised her head. Strands of black hair cascaded over her pale skin.

"Are you saying you won't drink?"

"…No. I'll drink."

Her voice was laced with hesitation. She finally lifted the glass to her lips. After one sip, she gasped in admiration.

"This is like the wine made by the elves of legend…"

Meanwhile, Eira had already taken a bite of an appetizer and was exclaiming in wonder.

"Is this… what nobles eat…? It's so delicious…"

I nodded and said, "There's plenty of food. You can eat as much as you like."

The two women slowly began to relax. Eira, in particular, was clearing her plate with her eyes sparkling like a rabbit's. Marienne also cautiously reached out, and the moment she took a bite, her eyes widened in surprise.

"…I've never tasted anything like this before…"

I watched them for a moment before slowly extending my hands. I wrapped my arms around the waists of the two women, who had moved closer at some point, and naturally moved my hands up to their breasts.

Soft—.

The first I touched was Eira. A large, heavy feeling for her small frame. Her breast, now in my hand, felt like at least a C-cup.

Marienne's was even more impressive. A firm yet elastic texture. The volume I could feel through her clothes was definitely larger than a D-cup.

Both women's bodies tensed at the same time.

"Keep eating. Pay it no mind."

Eira started eating again, her face blushing, while Marienne watched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me with anxious eyes. However, the warm food on their plates once again overcame their hesitation.

I watched their reactions and slowly raised the corners of my mouth.

They'll be drunk soon.

Eira, who was downing the sweet fruit wine like water, already had a red flush on her face. Her gaze was no longer as cautious as before; she kept stealing glances at me with a playful smile.

"Marquis, your wine… is really delicious. It's the kind of taste that makes you want to keep drinking… hehe…"

Having already downed two or three glasses, Eira's face was bright red as she leaned against my arm and laughed.

On the other hand, Marienne, who had been quiet from the start, had also emptied her glass and was shaking her head from side to side, unable to keep her balance. Her collar was slightly disheveled, and her faintly ragged breaths made her seem even more flushed.

I was originally planning to just use them as disposable sex toys and be done with it…

At this point, it seemed like it would be fine to take them back to my domain and make them handmaidens. They'd be perfect for calling over to fuck whenever ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I felt like it.

"Hic… Marquis… Marquiis~"

Drunk, Eira linked her arms with mine and started acting cute, rubbing her breasts against me. Her words slurred and trailed off, and her eyes were completely unfocused.

Marienne, too, belatedly bent at the waist and dropped her head. Her breathing was ragged, and she swayed unsteadily, leaning against me.

"Well then, shall we head up to the room?"

I wrapped my arms around both women's waists, pulling them close.

*

"Village Chief!"

Carter shouted as he burst through the door, panting heavily.

"Carter, you're being too loud."

"…Is it true that you sent Marienne to the nobleman?"

"Yes, it is. That girl's beauty is a rare sight in this village, isn't it? Besides, she has no family… If not for an opportunity like this, when would she ever catch the eye of a noble?"

"How could you decide that on your own?!" Carter shouted, his eyes bloodshot. The village chief glared at him sharply.

"You bastard… Who do you think you're raising your voice to?"

Carter gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"I'm going to bring Marienne back… right now."

"You crazy fool! Are you trying to get everyone in the village killed?!"

The chief's voice boomed, and the village hall fell silent. Carter's lips trembled as if he were at a loss for words, and then he froze.

The chief let out a short breath and, after a pause, spoke quietly.

"I understand how you feel. But think carefully. If the Marquis doesn't choose her, Marienne will come back. Besides, he's known throughout the kingdom for his benevolence. If he doesn't find her to his liking, he won't take her by force."

Carter was still trembling, swallowing his anger. The village chief glanced at him and finally added fuel to the fire.

"And if she isn't chosen, won't he pay a handsome price for her virginity?"

In that instant, Carter's patience completely shattered.

"You son of a bitch…!"

With a roar, Carter lunged at the village chief and swung his fist. The elderly chief's face snapped to the side, and he fell to the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"There are some things you just don't say…! How could you say something like that—!"

As he panted heavily and raised his fist again, two men rushed in from the side.

"Carter, don't lose your senses!"

"Let go! Let me go, you bastards!! What did I do wrong?!"

Even as he was forcibly dragged away, Carter continued to glare at the village chief. The chief, wiping the blood from his mouth as he got up, muttered with a face twisted in pain and anger.

"Damn brat… How dare you raise a fist to the village chief? I'll have you banished from this village!"

"Shut up… you're lower than a goblin, you bastard!"

Carter spat out the words. He was then dragged out of the hall.