Chapter 405: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (8)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 405: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (8)
Just as I was bickering with Bi-yeon, a report came in that preparations for our departure were complete.
I headed straight for the room where Eira and Marienne were staying. The two women I had forcefully taken on the first day but hadn't touched since, busy with other matters.
“So this is where you were.”
As I opened the door and stepped inside, Eira’s eyes lit up and she ran to me first.
“Marquis~!”
She threw herself into my arms, acting as affectionate as she could. Marienne, on the other hand, simply bowed her head in silence, her face grim.
“Eira, we’ll be leaving the village soon. Go to the knights and get ready.”
“Really?!”
Her voice was filled with anticipation, her eyes already lost in a world of imagination.
“Yes. Go on ahead. I need to speak with Marienne for a moment.”
“Okay~!”
Eira hummed a little tune as she left the room. I turned my gaze to Marienne.
I remembered how she had greedily sucked up my semen with her pussy on that first day. Her once-dull skin now had a subtle glow.
“You look quite sad.”
She avoided my gaze for a moment before answering quietly.
“…Yes.”
“Do you resent me?”
A moment of silence passed. Marienne pressed her lips together firmly, then spoke in a trembling voice.
“…At first… I tried to. I really tried to resent you. But…”
She clasped her hands over her chest, as if trying to hold something in. Then, words followed that she herself seemed unable to comprehend.
“Strangely… I can’t feel it. Looking at you, I don’t feel any anger, or hatred… nothing at all. If anything… I feel… relieved…”
I watched her without a word. She slowly lowered her head and muttered.
“My feelings for… Carter… they’re not as clear as they used to be. The affection, the guilt… it’s all just… fading away…”
She gave a faint smile and added, as if mocking herself.
“I’m… I’m really… a pathetic bitch, aren’t I?”
Instead of answering, I placed my hand on her chest.
“Hah…?!”
My action was completely out of place, yet Marienne didn’t resist. No, her chest seemed to twitch, as if anticipating my touch.
I squeezed her breast.
“Ah… Aahng…♡”
Unable to even cover her mouth, she let out an instinctive moan. A mold, once cast, is not easily broken. Especially when the chains are made of pleasure.
“You were never a good match for that man, Carter, anyway.”
I twisted her nipple with my fingertips. Gently, just enough not to cause pain.
“Eung… Ah… Haahng…!”
“The only man who can satisfy your lewd body is me. Isn’t that right?”
“Mar… quis… I… I… Heut…!”
She bent at the waist as if about to kneel, looking up at me. Through her disheveled hair, her trembling eyes showed a mixture of self-loathing, relief, and a hint of pleasure.
“Tell me. Who have you been tamed by?”
“Th-That is… Ah… I… I am… the Marquis’s…”
I lifted her chin and sucked hard on her lips. Marienne’s eyes widened in surprise, but she parted her lips without any resistance.
—Sluurp… Chuuup…
Saliva and tongues tangled in her mouth, reigniting a forgotten heat.
I pulled my lips away and muttered.
“Now this look suits you better.”
Marienne panted heavily, instinctively squeezing her legs together.
“…I… I must be a truly pathetic bitch…”
“I’m glad you know your place.”
“That’s so mean… I thought you might comfort me…”
“Comfort is a luxury for a semen toilet. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing and shaking them as if wringing them out.
“Aaaahng…♡ Ah-heut…! You’re right… I… I’m a toilet… a toilet for receiving the Marquis’s semen…♡”
“You understand perfectly. Excellent.”
I moved one hand from her breast and slowly slid it down. I could feel her soaked pussy through her panties. When I pressed down with my finger, slick vaginal fluid seeped through the fabric.
“Was this how you mourned your dead lover? By getting this wet?”
I let out a mocking laugh as I rubbed the sopping wet center of her panties.
“Hiiik…! St-Stop… Please don’t say things like that…!”
Marienne’s face flushed as she twisted her body, but it was a gesture that couldn’t even be called resistance. In fact, her thighs parted on their own, as if to accept my touch more deeply.
“Carter, was it? The man you felt so sorry for.”
I pushed her panties to the side. Her soft labia parted with a squelch, and a sticky thread of fluid trickled down.
“I feel sorry for the dead bastard. The pussy of the woman he cherished is being toyed with by another man’s hand, crying out in pleasure.”
“Heuk… Haaaah… Aahng… No… Don’t say that… Euk, euk…!”
Tears streamed down Marienne’s face as she shook her head, but her hips bucked on their own, as if begging for my touch.
I caressed her cheek and said with a sneer.
“Your words and your body are telling different stories. We call this a sense of immorality.”
—Squeeze…
I gripped her breast again and whispered in her ear.
“If you’re a semen toilet, then act like one and spread your legs.”
At those words, Marienne’s thighs trembled violently.
“Haah… Yes…♡”
“Then let’s see just how faithful a semen toilet you are.”
—Squelch…!
With a wet sound, my cock filled her pussy.
“Hyaah…! It’s… it’s here… The Marquis is… inside me…♡”
She was smiling through her tears.
*
I fucked Marienne lightly and then held her in my arms. After filling her womb with a round of semen, she let out another sigh of relief and snuggled against me. Her body and mind were now completely tamed by me.
I slowly straightened my clothes and said.
“They say we’re ready to leave.”
Marienne nodded without a word. Her expression no longer held any hesitation or lingering attachment. I took her with me and walked toward the outskirts of the village where the knights were waiting.
“You’ve arrived.”
“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Vice-Commander.”
“Not at all. It is a knight’s duty to wait for his lord.”
“When we return, I shall grant the entire knight order a feast of jjajangmyeon.”
The moment I finished speaking, the faces of the knights lit up.
“Gasp, thank you so much!”
A few days ago, the ‘jjajangmyeon’ I had first pulled from my inventory had left the entire order in a state of shock and awe.
The thick black sauce slathered over the noodles, the refreshing harmony of the pickled radish, and the spicy jjamppong soup served alongside it—that one meal was, to them, literally a ‘meal of the gods.’
I shifted my gaze. A short distance away, near the village entrance, Eira was exchanging her final goodbyes with the village chief.
“Eira. Go and do well. And don’t just do whatever you want like you usually do.”
“I know! I’m capable of thinking, you know?”
Eira pouted, puffing out her cheeks.
“And… if things go well for you, don’t you forget your old man, you hear?”
At his last words, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.
I wonder if the future they hope for will ever come to pass.
It probably depended on the performance of Eira’s pussy. Her life, and the village chief’s hopes, would all be decided by how well she could satisfy me.
“Eira.”
I called to her from my horse.
“It’s about time we departed.”
“Yes!”
Eira ran over to me. Since we were leaving without a carriage, I had her sit in front of me. Behind me, Marienne quietly mounted the horse.
“We’re leaving.”
When I pulled the reins, the horse snorted softly and began to move forward. The hooves of the armored knights’ horses followed, creating a heavy, thudding rhythm.
Just then, a quiet presence approached from my right. I knew who it was without even looking.
It was Ivril. She brought her horse alongside mine and spoke cautiously.
“That… jjajangmyeon thing… can I try some too…?”
Saliva was pooling at the corner of her mouth. It seemed she had developed a taste for modern food after what she’d eaten the day we first met.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, then raised the corner of my lips.
“I don’t see why not. However, in our human world, there’s a saying.”
“…What is it?”
“He who does not work, neither shall he eat.”
Ivril blinked for a moment, then turned her head away.
“I wasn’t planning on being a freeloader.”
“Good. In that case… I’ll tell you what you need to do after we arrive at the territory.”
“Can’t you tell me now?”
“Wouldn’t that spoil the fun?”
Ivril pouted and turned her head away.
*
When we arrived at the magnificent and splendid territory, commoners who had already heard the news had gathered to line both sides of the street.
Soon, cheers erupted one by one, eventually covering the entire street.
“Long live the great Marquis Alcladion!”
“The Marquis has returned!”
The crowd’s shouts grew louder, and in their hands, they held crude bouquets of flowers or pieces of cloth.
I passed through the center of it all without slowing my horse. Their cheers followed me, growing more fervent with my every move.
“This is incredible…”
“Wow…”
Marienne and Eira let out different exclamations of awe.
Seated on the horse instead of in a carriage, with me between them, the two women couldn’t hide their surprise and reverence.
A moment of such a grand and magnificent welcome was something that would likely happen only once, if ever, in their lives.
The castle gates were opened wide, and trumpets blared from atop the walls. Flower petals scattered through the air, and silver paper decorations, seemingly dropped from the top of the citadel, sparkled in the sunlight.
At the sight, Marienne gasped and muttered.
“So this… this is the Marquis’s true status…”
Finally, in front of the main castle gate, the knight order was waiting in formation.
I gave a slight nod.
“Open the gates. Marquis Alcladion has returned.”
“Long live the Marquis!!”
“Hoorah!”
A roar erupted, loud enough to shake the entire city.
The castle gates swung open, and I slowly guided my horse inside.
As I entered between the grand castle walls, the first person to greet me was the old butler, Alfredo. Dressed in a neat formal suit, he knelt and bowed his head low.
“Marquis, I sincerely welcome your glorious return.”
“Alfredo. There was no need to make such a grand affair.”
I stopped my horse, dismounted, and looked at him.
“I merely wished to celebrate the Marquis’s safe return. And… you have a guest.”
“A guest?”
I raised an eyebrow slightly. Alfredo nodded and added cautiously.
“They are from the royal family.”
At the words ‘royal family,’ my brow furrowed unconsciously.
I’ve already met with an administrator from the royal family once. If they’ve sent someone again, it can’t be for an ordinary matter. And Alfredo’s attitude… it seems someone of very high rank has come.
I remained silent for a moment, then looked at Alfredo again.
“I understand. Show the guest to the reception room. I will see them shortly.”
“Yes, Marquis.”
As Alfredo bowed, I turned my head and gestured behind me.
“And that dark elf over there… and the two women who came with her. Prepare separate rooms for them to rest.”
Alfredo’s gaze swept over Ivril, Marienne, and Eira in turn. He nodded and replied.
“Understood, Marquis. I will see to the guests.”
“And the dark elf requires surveillance. Post at least two guards near her room. Be discreet.”
“It will be handled quietly.”
I turned my gaze back toward the inside of the castle.