Chapter 90 - No Woman Knows Daron's Body Like I Do
The day had finally come to depart from the empire with the hero party. It wouldn't take long since this wasn't some drawn-out war campaign. Still, the women seemed reluctant to part with me, clinging even tighter in the days leading up. And on the morning of departure, a crowd of them gathered in front of the mansion.
...Damn, that's a lot.
Ariana Katrin. Rise Salt. Elis Selinia. Marcel. Pamellina. Five of them, all here to see me off. The two demons and my "big sis" Marcel lived in the mansion, so that made sense. Even the two knights had shown up, missing me after all this time apart. And honestly, this might be the first time all five had been in the same place at once.
"Daron."
"Yeah?"
"You've got quite the crowd of women."
Ariana eyed the equally stunning beauties with clear discomfort. Same with Rise, and Ray too... She knew my relationships were messy, but she probably hadn't expected three more to pop up. Though if Ray had been here, it would've been a total shitshow. With her personality, she'd have ripped into me for sure.
"I knew you were that kind of guy, but seeing it now... it looks like you're just gonna keep adding more."
...Couldn't deny that. At least she understood. After introducing Elis to Rise, I'd mustered the courage to spill everything to Ariana too—everything except the regression part.
"Anyway, how's your body holding up? Any morning sickness?"
"Well... no periods so far."
"You think...?"
Pregnant? No way.
"But... I'm a knight who's always pushed my body hard. Sometimes my cycles skip out entirely."
"Daron. Knights like us do have a tough time getting pregnant."
Really? ...Yeah, I'd heard stress or other factors could mess with that. We'd have to wait a bit longer to know for sure.
"Captain. You'll definitely get pregnant."
"Th-thanks."
Ariana flushed at Rise's earnest encouragement. Truth be told, Rise wanted my kid too, but with the cunt tattoo freshly inked and no sex for a while, she'd opted to hold off.
"Elis. Take good care of the mansion."
"You got it, Master."
This succubus princess was too damn perfect. Sex? Nailed it. Magic tool crafting? Masterful. And lately, she'd even dove into the secret basement. Just as I'd ordered, she was eagerly remodeling it into a kinky hideaway. Too impressive to complain about.
"Marcel sis, hang with Elis or Pamellina when you're bored."
"Y-yeah."
Marcel had fully adjusted by now. She'd forgotten her dead husband and always wore a satisfied smile with mansion life. She'd miss me while I was gone, sure, but with Elis and Pamellina around, she wouldn't be lonely.
Pamellina...
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"From the moment I walk out that door, you obey every order Elis gives you."
"Yes, Master..."
Pamellina was all but broken in. I couldn't do long sessions since I had to spread the love, but every day, I'd crank her sensitivity sky-high and pound her through endless orgasms. No bitch could resist that kind of addiction. Now she even pitched in unprompted—laundry, floors, even tending the garden decently.
...Still, three maids for a mansion this size was way too few. If the trip allowed, maybe snag a couple more? If not, oh well.
"Alright, I'm out."
I turned coolly and strode off without looking back. No point letting the hero party cross paths with these women. This was goodbye.
"Master, come back soon!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"Daron, don't make too many more women fall for you!"
...No promises.
Honestly, meeting that hero bitch wasn't exactly thrilling. But I knew this was the fastest way. No choice but to stick with her.
I headed straight for the imperial palace. No getting lost this time—I made it right to Asabel's quarters.
"Daron Dran."
I announced myself and stepped in, then got directions to where the hero party and princess were waiting.
"Your Highness."
"Right on time."
We'd gathered just to show faces before leaving the empire.
"Hey."
"Yeah."
Charlotte gave my greeting a half-assed nod. She, Jed, and Elinne were in adventurer gear—nothing too revealing on the women. Not that I minded. And...
"Greetings, Saintess."
"Hello."
Ray was already there. Public setting, so we kept it formal, unlike usual. No fancy saintess robes this time—just plain priest attire. No need to flaunt her status; it'd only attract flies.
"No long speeches. As the hero party, I trust you'll handle it."
Raw power-wise, they were stacked. Charlotte the hero, Jed the swordmaster, Elinne the archmage—they were a walking army. Add the saintess, and their strength doubled. And that wasn't all. Asabel figured I'd fill in the brains gap. The hero party alone couldn't fully rep the empire, but with me? She'd rest easy.
"We'll provide a carriage until you cross the border. After that, good luck."
"No issue."
Charlotte shrugged like carriages were optional. These guys might prefer running or Elinne's flight spells. Teleportation, even.
Asabel handed over supplies, tips, the works. Once talks wrapped, it was time. She even saw us off outside the palace herself.
"Sorry I couldn't do more."
She seemed worried about me.
"Feels like I dumped a huge burden on you."
"Didn't I volunteer?"
"True enough."
Asabel smiled and approached. Oho... from this angle up close, those tits are massive. Loose bra today, apparently.
...Anyway.
"Bring back results, and I won't skimp on the rewards."
"Appreciate it."
Maybe bump past baron? ...Nah, probably not. Baron's doable, but higher titles were a bitch to snag. Promotions per win? I'd be duke in a year. Only war heroes pulled that off.
Asabel chatted one-on-one after. She asked Ray to ensure everyone's safe return. Ray beamed and nodded. A few weeks back, she'd never have dreamed of fielding a princess's request—or even conversing like that.
I watched the heartwarming scene fondly until—
"Hm?"
I spotted a woman resembling Asabel in the distance. Lucia Silv, with a few escort knights, watching from afar. Here for her sister? Or curious about the hero party?
...Couldn't tell who her eyes were locked on, but it sure felt like me.
"Daron. Ogling another girl?"
Ray sidled up and whispered, pinching my side where no one could see. Ow.
"Let's roll. Anything forgotten?"
Leader Charlotte finally called departure.
Lucia Silv watched the hero party leave under her sister's send-off.
"Your Highness. Why keep staring at the First Princess?"
"...Just."
"Don't tell me... you're not watching the First Princess. It's Daron Dran, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
Keril had suspected as much. Lucia's reaction confirmed it.
"Your Highness, that bas—er, guy's a total playboy with women tangled everywhere."
As requested, Keril had dug into Daron Dran. Ex-common soldier, MVP of Asabel's recent beast subjugation. And... rumors swirled of something fishy with the Gold Eagle captain and vice-captain. Plus, nonstop moans echoed from his mansion day and night. Nothing ironclad, but Keril exaggerated to curb Lucia's interest.
...All true, though.
"That aside, he's helped the empire a ton."
"W-well, yes."
Keril couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Your Highness. Why the interest in him?"
"He's hot."
"...Your Highness. You're not seriously into him romantically? You've only seen him once."
"Once..."
Keril grew more frustrated at Lucia's cryptic words. This was her lifelong charge—no unworthy man would get near her. Lucia appreciated it but thought inwardly,
Even if his woman situation's messy, it's fine. He's Daron.
...Sure, it bugged her a bit. But Lucia was confident.
No woman knows Daron like I do.
Lucia Silv knew everything about him. His life story, personality, tastes... And his body. Down to the last detail.
First, gotta steal him from sis.
...Sexually speaking. Cock shape. Sensitive spots. Weaknesses. All of it.
Come back safe.
For now, she prayed he'd complete his mission unscathed.