Hero Lucas
The strongest being on the continent.
An otherworlder who crossed over from another realm.
The one summoned by the Holy Sword.
Anyone who satisfied those three conditions could only be one person: the Hero who would slay the Demon King and bring peace to this land.
People call me Lucas. In my previous life I was a Korean named Ma Hyeok-pil. Here, I am the Hero who saved the continent of Dertalion.
How did I end up in another world? Even I don't really know. I was living the good life as the only son of a major conglomerate's owner when I apparently crossed over to the afterlife while stargazing with my beloved Bentley Continental.
The whole destiny of crossing into another dimension and gaining cheat abilities? Well, saying it out loud is almost embarrassing. It was a shockingly clichéd setup. Whether the ability is the weakest or the most terrifying, the power a protagonist receives is always so broken that ordinary people can't even approach it. And even if you're blind or missing a limb, that's less a penalty and more a stylish custom feature.
I was no exception. Born an ordinary commoner child, but with nothing impossible for me, I diligently managed my status window. The result: my current level displayed as 9999. Max level. In other words, I had no rivals.
If I'd been body-snatched or dimension-hopped straight into combat, I might have gotten some thrilling battles out of it.
But to receive the Holy Sword's summons, you had to at least reach adulthood. And I was a reincarnator, not a transmigrator. With plenty of spare time on my hands, I poured every moment and effort into raising my stats, so I never faced any real hardship.
Transmigrators who only bring their bodies over have lower combat power compared to reincarnators reborn into robust bloodlines blessed by the gods. They got torn apart helplessly by the Demon King the moment they arrived, so the Empire stopped summoning mere transmigrators. Being reincarnated was actually lucky for me.
The overflowing holy power I'd trained for so long, combined with the authority of my status window, swept away most of the demonkin—including the Demon King—with ease. The ending felt a bit anticlimactic, but it couldn't be helped.
Still, there was no need to feel disappointed. I'd already set up a harem of insanely delicious women. All that remained was to receive a noble title and live large. If I got bored later, I could always go independent and found my own country.
Anyway, my harem members consisted of the companions who'd journeyed with me, plus the Imperial Princess. I absolutely refused to recruit anyone who wasn't a virgin. Why would I take some used-up whore as a wife when I lack for nothing? I only selected proven women I'd spent a long time with.
Imperial Princess Luna
An evenly glamorous figure with great balance. Her highborn status meant plenty of benefits if I made her the official wife, and she was the Empire's greatest beauty. The only one in the harem I hadn't fucked yet, so she was currently the most tempting bitch.
Saintess Astesia
Those heavy, swaying tits of hers were absolute perfection. She was great at getting wet from both ends, making her the best fuck of the lot. Probably the most slutty bitch in the entire party.
Elf Archer Sylphia
Slender upper body, but childbearing hips that created an irresistible gap. Looking at that ass bumper that bounced off my pubic bone when I took her from behind—I couldn't get more turned on.
Noble Knight Olivia
A solid, muscular build, but with curves in all the right places for a different kind of flavor. The way she kept muttering "ngh, kill me" every time I stripped her was a bit annoying, but her moans were the prettiest.
Youngest Magic Tower Master Lea
Legal loli.
Great Thief Lertance
This log-bodied bitch was a dwarf, so she got expelled.
Porter Farian
Blonde with dark skin, and his behavior was so ominous I killed him. How dare some dick-bearing bastard try to join my party?
So aside from that annoying northern barbarian Akael, there wasn't anyone in the party I particularly disliked.
Akael was the only other male party member besides me, but he had no interest in the women, so there was no real cause for conflict.
Why did he piss me off, then? Just because this tree-trunk of a barbarian kept playing gentleman, and it got on my nerves. His family was nothing more than a provincial viscountcy, yet he strutted around with his head held high like he was the Grand Duke of the North. That was irritating as hell too.
But would the Hero with his outstanding leadership cast out a party member over something so petty? I felt sorry for him, so I just kept him around. That uneducated barbarian bastard better kowtow to me later. If I'd had a worse temper, I'd have turned him into a bloody rag like Farian.
Ah, come to think of it—was the reason Akael had no interest in women because he had a fiancée? He definitely said that once the expedition was over, he'd offer flowers to the woman waiting in his hometown and hold a wedding. That must be it.
Some wench from the Bayorn territory—she'd be a commoner at best. With barbarian blood, I'd just be grateful if she wasn't built like a mountain the way dwarf women are.
He seems normal on the outside, but his tastes are pretty unique. Or is it just a weird fetish? Well, none of my business.
"Haa..."
I'd worn myself out running around everywhere. As much as I loved women, being squeezed dry by a crowd of them all day had worn down both body and mind. And conversations with the Emperor were empty and boring.
At least the party members had scattered to do their own socializing for now, which was a relief. There was still time before the victory ceremony, so sitting on the sofa and resting was the wise move.
I also needed time to think over whether to recruit more harem members or be satisfied with what I had for a while.
"...Excuse me?"
After several minutes of closing my eyes and continuing my important deliberations, my time alone proved extremely short—as expected of a popular man. Was the owner of this voice another woman come to throw herself at the Hero? Her voice was full of anticipation. Well, no reason for me to refuse either.
"Are you... the Hero, by any chance?"
The voice was high and cute, like a young girl's. Thinking she might be quite the tasty little thing, I opened my eyes—and couldn't help but look puzzled.
"What the hell is this wench?"
"Pardon...?"
Damn. I blanked out for a second.
"It's nothing. I must have been mistaken for a moment. Forgive me. Yes, I am Hero Lucas."
She was wearing a mask, so I couldn't tell who she was, but she clearly wasn't a city noble. Her appearance wasn't on any of the fuck-list I'd scanned.
"Ah, I see. It's fine! I was the one who suddenly spoke to you, after all."
She gathered both ends of her dress with some semblance of form and bowed at the waist. The way she did it felt like a little girl playing at being a grown-up—rather endearing.
"My name is Darin."
Darin? What an unusual name.
"Which family's young lady might you be? I've never heard that name before."
"I-I'm not supposed to go around saying my family's name. But if we can understand each other, I'll tell you."
What...? She'd tell me her family name if we could communicate? Was this how provincial young ladies reeled in men?
"Hahaha."
Quite bold for a little wench. Laughable, and cute enough that it made me laugh. Well, even with the mask, it was clear she was no ordinary beauty—I could at least keep her company for conversation.
Most women fell for me after just a few words, but even if she didn't, it didn't matter. I could just use hypnosis magic.
Her neatly tied hair wasn't a striking color like pure white or black. But that vivid vermilion hair suited this pure, petite little thing perfectly. The way it shimmered with healthy luster was utterly adorable.
Where the hell had a beauty of this caliber come from? Any half-decent looker from the provinces would come up to the capital to hunt for a husband. Could she really be the daughter of some no-name backwater family?
Judging by her voice and the contours of her face, she looked about fifteen? Sixteen? For a noble, wasn't that marriageable age? Aha—so that's why she'd approached me.
"Hehe."
What was that clear little laugh? Was she answering my snicker with a smile? She really was a pure, clueless country girl.
"......"
Looking closer, for all her childish appearance, her hips were spread obscenely wide—downright insolent. And those breasts swelled up like twin mountain ranges. She might as well have been born to get fucked by men. Yeah, with looks like these, she was worth putting in the harem. Handled right, she might even be better fuck material than the Saintess.
Sniff sniff.
And she smelled good too. Taking another whiff confirmed it was hers. What was this? A citrus scent? Mandarin orange? Did that fragrance come from down there too?
This wouldn't do. Dragging this out was torture. I'd chat a little longer, then take her down. Where was that private room again? I needed to verify whether she was qualified to join my harem.
"It is an honor merely to converse with a lady such as yourself. So, what is it you wished to discuss with me?"
"I-I, um..."
The way she rolled her eyes this way and that, fidgeting with both hands, was insanely erotic. With her young looks it should have just been cute, but those plump lips painted bright red looked delicious, and every time she lightly turned her head, those swaying breasts and hips were practically begging to be ravished like a whore. Ah, I can't take it. I should just cast hypnosis magic right now and—
"D-Do you know kimchi stew by any chance!?"
"...Excuse me?"