The Hero Seeks a Principal Wife
The emotions I felt upon being born as the Hero were remarkably simple.
Like stepping into an open-world game where augmented reality had been perfected down to the last detail?
But looking at it another way, wasn’t that only natural?
From childhood the overwhelming power surging through my entire body had been no different from that of an omnipotent being.
Honestly, my previous life hadn’t left me with much to regret either. Born as a third-generation chaebol heir, I lived in luxury, snorting whatever I wanted whenever the mood struck, fucking whoever I wanted whenever the urge hit. If I wanted something, I bought it. Racing my prized cars down the highway had been a thrill of its own.
But in the end, no matter how solid your backing, no matter that you were the child of a conglomerate family—there were always limits. A handful of people on my level still existed if you looked at the global stage. On top of that, Korean chaebols sometimes had to dance to the government’s tune, which got on my nerves more often than not.
Here, though? I had been a singular existence from the moment of birth. Power stemmed from martial might rather than money, so I could do whatever I pleased without ever risking my own safety.
I even considered simply replacing the emperor and becoming master of the empire myself, but the thought of having to manage subjects and retainers underneath me sounded like a pain in the ass. So it didn’t take me long to realize something.
It was far more convenient to let the empire shower me with every amenity and bestow honorary titles upon me.
Power.
Yes, power was fine. Authority was fine. But those things brought me a sense of boredom far faster than I expected. The Demon King I was supposed to slay turned out to be nowhere near as formidable as advertised.
…Well.
Actually, thinking about it, the real issue was that I was simply too broken. I had taken down a Demon King capable of collapsing entire mountain ranges with a single glare using one swing of my sword. In this other world, no one existed who could give me an equal fight. When even the Demon King—the closest candidate—had been that weak, my interest in combat inevitably cooled at a rapid pace.
If I had to name the next person who might qualify as a rival, it would at best be the Northern Grand Duke, the empire’s sole Grand Knight. But given my position of needing the empire’s conveniences, I had no reason to pick a fight with him either.
My Hero party members weren’t terrible in combat, but they weren’t satisfying either, so none of them came close to being my match. Then again, I had filled the party with pretty faces regardless of combat ability and cut every man without a second thought, so that whole premise was meaningless from the start.
The reason I selected by looks rather than fighting strength was simple. If I acted like I was doing them a favor by letting them join, it became that much easier to shove my cock into their pussies.
Akael was about the only real combat asset among them. He had won the Imperial Colosseum, and the emperor had insisted I take at least one man along so the Hero wouldn’t look like a complete lecher. But fuck, the bastard had zero manners.
He seemed roughly a year or two older than me and had the gall to act like some big brother, which pissed me off to no end. Add my previous life and I was far older than that little shit.
Anyway—previous life or this one—women were easy. Give them money and they spread. Be handsome and they spread. Threaten them and they spread. Hypnotize them and they spread. Still, you couldn’t take them too lightly either.
I had achieved everything in this other world and was now drowning in boredom. Even if I injected myself with drugs, my Hero’s body refused to let me fall into any real hallucination.
That was right.
Sex with pussy—no, sex with women—was the only remaining pleasure left in my life.
Combat was dull unless I found an equal opponent. Power, once it reached a certain plateau, left nothing more to enjoy. But sex? No matter who it was with, no matter how the process went, shoving my cock into a pussy felt fucking amazing.
Even the most noble bitch, once you spread her cunt and asshole wide open and pounded away, was exactly the same as any other. I placed no particular value on emotional connection. They felt less like equal human beings and more like game NPCs.
Still, the imperial princess was the most prestigious piece of ass in the empire, so I had shown her a little consideration. Then the fucking bitch refused my offer to join the harem.
"I am in love with Sir Akael Bayern. Let go of me!"
That fucking bitch.
Akael Bayern?
She dared speak that name in front of me?
Lately the bastard had been getting under my skin more and more. No—we had never gotten along from the start.
A man fucking a lot of women meant he was a superior alpha male, didn’t it? Yet that bastard acted like he was pure as driven snow and treated me like some horny monkey in heat.
If he hadn’t been selected from the Imperial Colosseum, Akael would have been dead by my hand long ago—just like that Golden Sun porter.
Ha, fuck…
The more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off. All the bastard knew how to do was swing that stupid axe of his. What the hell made him act so cocky? Some pathetic fake lumberjack looking to die.
And that pretty-faced imperial cunt—what the hell did she even see in a guy like that?
"Young Baron Akael is nothing like a filthy man like you!"
In any case, that bitch had gotten thoroughly on my nerves. Even the lines she spat while resisting sounded disgustingly similar to his. Women like her weren’t worth the effort of proper conquest. Just force-fuck them on the spot like instant food, no hypnosis required.
Once blood started flowing from between their legs, they had no choice but to enter my harem. That was especially true for noble girls who prized their virginity—once their hymens were broken, their market value plummeted straight into the abyss.
Aaaah…
The memory of stuffing my cock into the sniveling princess’s mouth and rocking it back and forth still warmed my heart. That bitch really did have a pretty face. I’d have to go back later and wreck her pussy and ass all over again.
After that little “consensual” session with the princess, I held a grand wedding with ten carefully selected cunts. Polygamy was fairly common in this world for capable men. It was rare for someone who wasn’t even the emperor to keep so many concubines, but…
What were they going to do about it if they were jealous?
If a “guy” had a problem, I just killed him. If a “bitch” had a problem, I just fucked her.
Anyway—Akael Bayern.
That bastard was the one who had stolen the woman who matched my tastes perfectly.
Looking closely, Darin might well be the only other transmigrator of my generation. Her face, her personality—there wasn’t a single rough edge, which made me like her all the more. She was probably destined to become the center of my harem from the start. The girl was packed full of true heroine attributes.
Usually those hidden heroines didn’t appear during the first journey; they showed up later. Yes—exactly like now, after the entire adventure was finished and the ending had already been seen.
She even shared quite a few similarities with the protagonist. In a way, Darin might have been a gift the gods sent down to me, the one left alone in this other world.
That soft little body would gently squeeze and milk my cock, wouldn’t it? Such a fucking cute girl. The easy smile she had shown me still refused to leave my mind.
I remembered what she had said to me—that her own power felt so shabby compared to the Hero’s that it made her angry.
I only half agreed with that opinion.
A small, pure-white body and skin like a fawn’s, cheeks soft and plump like a hamster’s, amber eyes sparkling with affection, and finally that pure nature that made every one of those features shine even brighter.
If that wasn’t her power, then what the hell was it?
Darin was a woman who possessed the overwhelming ability to conquer any man alive.
And that was an undeniable fact.
If even that Akael bastard—who walked around with a cock like a fence post yet acted as bland as a monk—had gone so far as to propose, that said everything.
Ah, the more I thought about that bastard the more it genuinely pissed me off. How did every single thing he did get under my skin?
You fake carpenter piece of shit.
You think I’m going to hand Darin over to someone like you?
Childhood friends or whatever—snatching another man’s woman was practically daily routine for me.
Of course, that was under the premise that she was still a virgin.
Darin looked like she was only in her mid-teens on the outside, but surprisingly she was older than Akael. Akael was twenty-three, so Darin would be twenty-four or twenty-five.
A bit old for an unmarried noble lady, but there was no real need to worry. Even a fallen noble daughter never casually offered her body to an outside man before marriage—childhood friends or not. Fallen ladies actually prized their virginity even more. After losing their family’s glory, that was the only value they had left.
From everything I had observed, Darin didn’t even see Akael as a man. Her actions and glances made them look very close, yet the distance she kept as a woman toward a man was unmistakable.
Therefore, Darin was definitely a virgin.
Honestly, I felt just the slightest bit nervous.
A woman like Darin—who shared the same unique homeland as me—registered as a massive stimulus even to someone like myself.
I didn’t know exactly why, but…
I felt that she, at least, was someone I should conquer properly, without any cheap tricks.
Other women I could simply use as breeding stock, but a woman perfect in every way like her might be the only fated woman in existence who was qualified to hold a sincere conversation with me.
Wiiiing—
The dimensional vortex began to spin violently. Space warped, and a dimensional gate opened.
The destination was Bayern Territory in the north.
I was looking forward to this.
There was so much I wanted to say to her. So much I wanted to hear.
Wait—now that I thought about it, there was one thing I should actually thank Akael for.
Considering that bastard’s temperament, he was probably the one who had protected Darin’s virginity all this time.
So if he backed off nicely when I told him to, I would let him live.
Otherwise I would just turn him into a corpse.
And just to be sure, I would ask Darin herself.
Are you certain you’re still a virgin?