Chapter 449: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today.[R-18] (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 449: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today.[R-18] (3)
I decided to cut back on sex for the time being. I was determined to focus a little more on teaching Aaren and his party.
“What’s the occasion? It’s not like you to cut back on sex for something like this.”
Bi-yeon asked, her head peeking out from under the covers.
“I was thinking… the Pope might give me another present, you know. If I teach them well.”
“That’s more like it. I’m going back to sleep. Have fun~”
Bi-yeon burrowed back under the covers, pulling the still-sleeping Marienne into her arms. I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and quietly left the room.
I headed straight for the training grounds. Cutting through the cold morning air, I arrived at the well-kept grounds and slowly looked around.
But—
‘…What’s with this bastard?’
It was well past five, yet there was no sign of Aaren.
Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps, someone frantically running from a distance. The sound of multiple people gasping for breath grew closer, and soon Aaren, Hilla, and Rien came rushing past the entrance to the training grounds.
“Pant… pant… Marquis! I-I’m so sorry! I overslept…!”
Aaren, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, bowed so low he nearly knelt. Hilla and Rien, who had followed him, were also busy trying to catch their breath.
I crossed my arms and looked down at them.
“…Oversleeping on the first day. Heh heh.”
Their crime was daring to make me wait. I decided to make today a training session they would never forget.
“Aaren, this is your punishment for being late on the first day. Run laps around the training grounds for one hour.”
“What…? A-An hour?!”
The man’s face hardened with despair.
“What are you standing around for? Start running instead of dawdling.”
“Ye-Yes, sir!”
Aaren scrambled to his feet and started running. Dust kicked up from under his feet, heralding the start of a grueling day.
I immediately turned to the two women who remained.
“Hilla, Rien. Don’t just stand there. You run with him.”
“Huh? Us too…?”
Hilla asked, flustered, while Rien silently darted her eyes around.
“It’s collective responsibility.”
“Haaah… I understand…”
“Yes, Marquis…”
The two women reluctantly turned and started running after Aaren.
About twenty minutes passed. Aaren was still running with a relatively relaxed expression, but Hilla and Rien looked like they were on the verge of collapsing.
I picked up a small pebble from the ground. Then, I quietly took aim at Aaren, who was running at the front.
“Aaren. Dodge this.”
“What…? What did you—”
Fwoosh!
The pebble flew straight toward his forehead.
“Heek?!”
He instinctively twisted his head, and the stone grazed past his ear. Startled, Aaren lost his balance and went tumbling to the ground.
“Pant, pant… M-Marquis?! What are you throwing at me?!”
I spoke with a deadpan expression.
“Combat can happen anytime, anywhere. The moment you let your guard down is the moment your enemy will strike.”
“B-But throwing a rock…!”
“It’s fine. Even if you get hurt, Hilla is right behind you to heal you.”
The corners of my mouth slowly curled up. Seeing my demonic smile, Aaren’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
“Alright, from now on, all of you will dodge while you run. And for the record, that includes you two.”
“Eek? Us too?!”
Rien practically screamed.
“Use the Hero’s power, use magic, I don’t care. Use any means necessary to dodge.”
“W-Wait a minute! I-I’m a priest, so—”
Hilla’s protest was cut short as a stone I threw zipped right over her head.
“Kyaa!”
“Heh heh, it’ll hurt a lot if you get hit while spacing out. I’ve even infused the stones with mana.”
At my words, Aaren’s party began to run frantically, their faces pale with terror.
I deliberately focused my throws on that bastard Aaren. I controlled my strength so a hit wouldn’t kill him, but it would still hurt.
Then, I shifted my gaze to Hilla and Rien. In my hand was a toy made of slime that I had prepared earlier.
‘Was this a children’s toy made of slime…?’
I used my erotic arts to infuse it with my inner energy. The soft toy became slightly firm.
“Alright, here it comes.”
I took aim at the two women’s breasts and threw the slime.
“Agh…!”
“Ngh…!”
The soft slime slapped against Hilla’s ample chest, enveloping it, before grazing Rien’s more modest chest.
Both of them flinched, sucking in a sharp breath.
I smirked and raised my hand again.
‘At first, getting hit will only cause pain, but if they keep getting hit, it’ll start to feel good.’
First, I threw three stones at Aaren. The man curled up, rolled on the ground, and screamed.
In that opening, I threw the slime at Hilla’s and Rien’s asses.
*
I caught my breath and looked down at the three of them, spread out on the ground and panting.
“All three of you have terrible stamina.”
“Haa… I’m sorry…”
“No need to apologize to me. Being weak is your loss, not mine.”
At my words, the three of them could only sweat profusely without saying a word.
“Rest for a moment. Then we’ll resume training.”
“…A-Again?”
Hilla muttered, her face on the verge of tears.
“Don’t tell me you thought we were done after just one hour of running?”
“W-Well, no, but…”
I chuckled and rummaged inside my coat. Then I tossed two thin books toward Aaren.
“Catch.”
Aaren scrambled to catch them and checked their covers.
“Heart of a Great Warrior… Single Branch Sword Art…?”
“The Heart of a Great Warrior is similar to the mana cultivation methods that knights commonly learn. The Single Branch Sword Art is, as the name implies, a book on swordsmanship. Both are several times superior to the techniques passed down in most noble families.”
“Gasp…! T-To give me something like this… Th-Thank you so much!”
“Save your thanks. Start with the first page of the Heart of a Great Warrior.”
Aaren opened the book with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure.
“There should be a breathing method described there. Start by mimicking the posture.”
“Yes!”
Aaren immediately sat on the ground in the lotus position. With his back straight, he slowly inhaled as instructed in the book.
“Breathe with your stomach. Not your chest, but deep in your dantian.”
“Yes…!”
“Don’t answer. Just focus on circulating your qi for now.”
Aaren quickly corrected his posture again. He tucked his chin in slightly, straightened his back, and began to regulate the rhythm of his breathing.
I watched him for a moment before continuing.
“Since you’re a Hero, sensing mana shouldn’t be difficult for you. Today, you’ll start by forming your dantian.”
There was no reply.
Aaren was recalling the first verse for qi circulation from the Heart of a Great Warrior and focusing solely on his breathing.
Before long, mana began to gather near Aaren’s dantian. The faint energy gradually condensed, and a small dantian began to form in the center of his body.
“Haaa…!”
Aaren exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. A smile he couldn’t hide spread across his face.
He clenched his fist and shouted.
“Master! I… I felt… mana!”
“What’s a Hero like you getting so excited about? It’s a drop in the bucket compared to the divine power you wield.”
I replied nonchalantly.
“And drop the ‘Master’ crap. It’s grating to hear.”
“But… you’re the one who taught me this. Marquis, you truly are… my master. For a commoner like me who had nothing, to now be able to handle mana like a knight… I’m just so moved…”
“Tsk, do whatever you want. More importantly, spend the rest of today reading the Heart of a Great Warrior I gave you and focus only on circulating your qi.”
“Yes! I will do just that!”
Aaren immediately closed his eyes again, focusing all his senses on the energy that had begun to gather in his dantian.
I watched him for a moment before quietly shifting my gaze to the side.
Hilla and Rien. The two women were watching Aaren’s training with expressions of unmistakable envy.
“As for you two… I’ll give you a special massage.”
“Huh…? A special massage?”
Rien tilted her head and asked, a hint of wariness in her eyes.
“That’s right. It’s a massage that stimulates and amplifies the energy within your body with more precision.”
“Is… something like that even real…?”
Hilla also asked, sounding unfamiliar with the concept. I spread my fingers lightly and continued my explanation.
“There’s an ancient technique called Pressure Point Stimulation. As the name suggests, it’s a training method where I push mana through your acupoints with my fingertips to clear blocked meridians and awaken suppressed senses.”
“I-I… don’t understand any of that. But does it mean we’ll get stronger…?”
I nodded.
“Correct. However, if handled incorrectly, it can cause pain or paralysis. But if stimulated properly… you’ll become several times stronger than you are now.”
It all sounded plausible, but in reality, it was just an excuse to satisfy my own selfish desires under the guise of training.
“I’ve explained enough. Follow me.”
“Um… Aren’t we doing it here?”
Hilla asked, her eyes wide.
“I don’t mind if you want to do it on the dirt floor.”
At that, Hilla and Rien scrambled to their feet.
I led the two women into an empty room in the mansion. Two beds, prepared by the maids yesterday, were neatly arranged.
“Go wash up first. Then change into this.”
I handed them some clothes. They were thin and provocatively designed.
“Huh…? Th-This is too… l-lewd…”
Hilla’s face flushed as she held up the outfit. It was made of a thin, see-through material that left almost nothing to the imagination.
“……You’re not planning on doing anything weird, are you?”
Rien also asked, looking at me with suspicious eyes.
I replied curtly with a blank expression.
“You have to wear that for the stimulation of your qi and blood to be transmitted effectively through the skin. It’s an outfit designed to maximize the training’s effects. You can either trust me and follow my instructions, or don’t.”
“……Ugh… Understood.”
“…If you put it that way…”
The two women reluctantly nodded and headed to the bathroom with the clothes. With the sound of the door closing, I could hear faint breaths and rustling from inside.
I sat quietly on the bed, opened my inventory, and took out the supplies I’d be using today, one by one.
Two small, pink slimes. And an oil mixed with an aphrodisiac.
I picked up one of the slimes. It squirmed and moved as if alive—a specially modified slime.
It was a slime for anal training, something you see often when playing Yong-Oh-Pae.
Seeing it in person, it was smaller and softer than I expected.
“That bastard Hiram… I don’t like his face, but his actions aren’t half bad.”
From offering Ivril to me as a gift to sending useful training tools like this… he was a more useful guy than I thought.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and I casually pushed the slime to the side of the bed.