Chapter 427: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (18)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 427: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (18)
The western plains of Bedran.
Across the blood-soaked grasslands, the roars of orcs echoed.
“Kuuuooooh—!!”
Axes and spears cleaved through flesh and bone. A horde of goblins had first lured the human scouts, and the orc legion had followed with a full-scale assault. A human soldier's entrails clung to the tip of a spear that had pierced his side, swaying grotesquely.
At the center of it all, one figure stood out. A massive, muscular orc covered in tattoos—Graz.
“So many of them have swarmed here. Looks like I’ll get to feast well again today.”
Graz surveyed the battlefield, a chaotic mess of blood and guts, speaking in the human tongue he had now mastered. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the human female hanging at his waist. Holding her slender waist, thinner than his forearm, he pounded into her with his swollen cock as if to crush her womb.
“Heek… No… my womb…!!”
“Kek kek. Human female, you’ve gotten too loose. Tighten up a little more.”
Graz held the woman’s hips, thrusting until he was on the verge of release, then drove deep inside her.
“No…!!”
Sticky semen filled her womb. Graz sniffed in satisfaction.
“Good. You’re next.”
He raised a hand, ordering another human female to be brought to him. All around, captured women were bound helplessly among the scattered corpses, taken as punishment.
Graz licked his lips and grinned.
“The females, the chunks of meat… they’re all mine.”
Just then, a woman in a deep hood emerged from the darkness. Her voice, low and smooth yet filled with a sinister energy, rang out.
“Hmph, Graz. You seem to be having quite a bit of fun.”
Startled by the voice, Graz quickly bowed his head.
“Mother… you’ve come!”
“Huhu, yes. You’ve been spreading your seed quite well. I imagine you’ve sired a good number of children?”
“Yes! I just impregnated another one moments ago!”
“Well done. But it’s still not enough, my son. This time, find a female of noble blood, rape her, and get her pregnant. That is how you will birth a more powerful half-breed.”
“I understand.”
“And once you have gathered enough troops, head south. There is something you must find there.”
“What is it?”
“A female who has received the power of the False One. Find that female and make her bear your child.”
Graz’s eyes flashed.
“The power of the False One… Are you perhaps referring to the Hero?”
“Yes. The pale star the humans worship, Lumeis. There is bound to be a female who has inherited that power. Find her and make her yours.”
“But… how will I know who this Hero is?”
“You need not worry. Your blood, your instincts will know. When you stand before her, your body will react on its own.”
From within her robe, Luxiar took something out. It was an object that looked like a black crystal, her eyes glinting darkly.
“Use this.”
“What is this…?”
“It is a Crystal of Lust. Absorb it, and your powers will multiply several times over.”
Graz carefully accepted the crystal. The moment it touched his hand, a powerful demonic energy spread throughout his body.
“Uwaaaaaaah!”
Graz’s body began to change. His muscles grew harder, and the tattoos on his skin glowed more vividly. A red light began to emanate from his eyes.
“Good. Now you have become my true son.”
“Thank you, Mother!”
“Go now. And you must succeed. I will not tolerate failure.”
After Luxiar vanished, Graz turned to the surrounding orcs. A new ambition burned in his eyes.
“Summon all our forces! The real hunt begins now!”
The roars of the orcs once again blanketed the plains of Bedran.
Watching from a distance, Luxiar murmured with a smile beneath her hood.
“This should be enough… to serve as the catalyst for the Hero’s awakening. As the Hero’s power grows, our own sealed power… will also slowly begin to stir.”
*
Marienne stood in the training grounds, just as she did every day. She warmed up by repeating the sword movements and breathing techniques Bi-yeon had taught her, but for some reason, a corner of her mind felt uneasy.
It was a morning like any other, yet her senses felt strangely off.
“Why can’t I focus…?”
Was it because her cute master was away? Or was she simply not feeling well? She asked herself, but no clear reason came to mind.
‘…Let’s just stop here for today.’
Marienne carefully sheathed her sword and quietly left the training grounds. But just as she was about to head toward the knights’ training area, she felt a stare on her back, piercing her like a dagger.
Then came the voices she couldn’t help but hear.
“Tch, a commoner acting like a knight. I don’t know what the Marquis is thinking.”
“Maybe he just wanted a new toy to raise. Or maybe… for his nightly service?”
“Heh, she’s got a pretty face. Especially… when you see those luscious tits, you get the picture, don’t you?”
“Well, it’s obvious what she’s for. His personal knight, used only in bed.”
Her steps faltered for a moment. Every word was a sharp dagger stabbing into her back. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she clenched her fists, barely resisting the urge to turn around and confront them.
‘Endure it… Ignoring them is the best way.’
Just as they said, she was training as a knight under the Marquis’s protection, but she also served him at night. Not a single word they said was wrong.
She lowered her head and forced herself to walk on, gritting her teeth. But the laughter and crude jokes from behind continued.
“Hey, look at that ass. I bet that’s how she seduced the Marquis.”
“Haha, you’re right. You’ve got to give her credit for that body.”
“I heard the Marquis, who never used to give women a second glance, has suddenly developed a taste for them. Just how good is she at night?”
“Heh, when he eventually throws her away… I should ask her for a turn.”
Marienne bit her lip hard. She was seething inside, but she couldn’t say a word. She knew that retorting would only invite more ridicule.
Once she was far enough away, their voices finally faded. Marienne leaned against a wall, catching her breath.
“Haa… If I become stronger, will they look at me differently…?”
“Marienne?”
Startled by the sudden voice, she looked up. Eira was approaching her.
“Eira…?”
“What’s wrong? You don’t look so good.”
Eira looked at her with uncharacteristic concern in her eyes.
“It’s nothing. I’m just… a little tired from training.”
“Did… someone say something to you?”
It was a surprisingly sharp question. For a moment, Marienne was at a loss for words.
“It’s nothing serious.”
“Marienne, you can be honest with me.”
At those words, she cautiously met Eira’s gaze.
Ever since they had settled in Delve Village, Eira had been a constant tormentor. Always sneering, always jealous. That Eira.
At least the sharp attacks had stopped since they began serving the Marquis together… but they still weren’t close enough to worry about each other like this.
‘Don’t tell me… has she finally lost her mind? Or… is she planning something?’
Marienne eyed Eira with suspicion. But there was no mischief or mockery in her expression. Instead… it reflected genuine concern.
“Eira… why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”
“What do you mean?”
“You used to act like you wanted to eat me alive every time you saw me…”
Eira was silent for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh.
“You’re still as dumb as ever.”
“…What did you say?”
“Listen carefully. I’m only going to say this once.”
Eira’s gaze turned serious.
“We’ve left Delve Village and are living under the Marquis’s protection now. But how long do you think that’s going to last? Do you think the Marquis will keep us around when we get old?”
Marienne gave a small nod. It was a problem she had considered at least once.
“And what about how everyone else sees us? They all hate us. So what are we supposed to do? The least we can do is stick together and have each other’s backs. That’s how we’ll survive.”
“…So what exactly are you trying to say?”
“If the Marquis officially marries into a noble family, commoners like us will be pushed down the pecking order. You know that much, right?”
“Yeah… but you always said you were going to be his official wife, didn’t you?”
“Whatever, I gave up on that after coming here. No matter how hard I try, how could I, a commoner, ever make that happen? The best I can hope for is to be his favorite mistress. You have to be realistic.”
Marienne silently lowered her head.
“So now, only one thing matters. We either have to be the first to bear the Marquis’s child, or get our abilities recognized and secure a position for ourselves.”
Eira took a breath and continued quietly.
“The Marquis himself said you have talent. The best-case scenario is you become at least the vice-commander of the knights, or if you’re some kind of crazy prodigy, even the commander.”
“I’ve never thought that far ahead…”
“You idiot. Be a little greedy. Since things have turned out this way, you have to aim for the top. How long are you going to live at the bottom, walking on eggshells? Ugh, it’s so frustrating.”
“Umm…”
“And… you honestly love having sex with the Marquis, don’t you? Can you really give that up?”
“That’s…”
“Seeing you every night, I’m still amazed. How on earth did you stay a virgin for so long with a body like that?”
“Eira! Don’t say things like that…”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s the truth. Without the Marquis, you’d be alone every night…”
“Stop it!”
Marienne hurriedly covered Eira’s mouth, glancing around to see if anyone was listening.
“Calm down. There’s no one here. And I’m not wrong, am I?”
“…No.”
“See?”
Marienne could no longer deny it. Eira was right.
“Hmph, whatever… What should I do from now on?”
“First, build up your skills. You have to get undeniably stronger.”
“Right… that’s a given.”
“And the important thing is for the two of us to work together to monopolize the Marquis’s attention for as long as possible.”
“…How?”
“How do you think? By serving him at night. I lack stamina, so I’m polishing my technique, and you… well, you’re a monster when it comes to stamina. We’ll coordinate and make the Marquis absolutely lose his mind.”
Hearing Eira’s words, Marienne wondered if such a thing was even possible.
‘…Honestly, it’s more likely the Marquis would break us before we could do that to him…’
The memories of him taking her and Eira in turns every night, bringing them to climax over and over, made Marienne’s pussy begin to moisten on its own.
“Nnngh…♡”
Eira frowned as she saw Marienne rubbing her thighs together.
“You pervert, you’re imagining doing it with the Marquis again, aren’t you?”
“N-No… that’s not it…!”
“Liar. Ugh.”
Eira clicked her tongue and shook her head, then sighed and turned away.
“Whatever. If you understood what I said, we’re cooperating from now on, okay?”
“Yeah… okay.”
Eira hesitated for a moment, then murmured as she turned her back.
“And… about how I used to bully you… I… I was s-sorry…!”
Her ears turning red, she turned her head away and ran off, leaving Marienne staring blankly after her.