The Unquenchable Hero's Resolve

Each played their part. Eos’s soft body brushed against the bruises she’d left on me. The ache was real, yet it only sharpened the pleasure that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠followed. “You need only remain still, Master.” Eos devoted herself entirely to her service. “This is far more than I deserve.” The praise was simple, unadorned, and it felt as though every hardship I had endured was repaid in that single sentence. Eos, too, seemed to draw pride from her role as a slave while she praised me.

“Master’s cooking is excellent—lick.” “Kiss… Your kindness today was evident as well.” “Above all, the nights with you are—” A wet sound echoed. “Hnnngh… the best.” While gripping my erect length and speaking, Eos spread her own legs and climbed atop me. Her small entrance was forced wide, and I could see my shaft plunging into her again and again. The lewd scene unfolded before me. No matter how many times I witnessed it, I never grew accustomed. A demon with two horns and copper-toned skin. Her characteristic deep-blue hair fluttered, sparkling even more beautifully.

“You’re beautiful.” “Haa… haa… Thank you. Ahh!” It would be foolish to simply lie there with such a rare woman before me. I raised my upper body, seized her breasts, and bit down hard. “Hnnngh…! If you handle my chest like that, the service will end far too quickly…” “It doesn’t matter. Even if you faint, I can simply keep holding you.” “Aah… such…” Having tasted a man, Eos flushed and clung to me. “Haaang…!” She cried out several times, pressing herself against me. Her body grew hot, and she released fluids in an attempt to cool it. She squeezed me tightly inside while her lips sought mine with desperate attachment. As a water-wielding demon, Eos’s entire body glistened with sweat. Each time those droplets traced paths down my skin, the bruises on my body faded away.

Stats rose simultaneously. This was a night of intimacy in which I received much from Eos. Both body and heart remained within my embrace. Her nipples had hardened, her skin flushed. Her nectar flowed without cease, accompanied by constant moans. Above all, the eager attitude she displayed pleased me greatly.

“What exactly did you two do to make it so sticky…?” Syucali shook a potion bottle, her face full of jealousy. “If you want to join, come up.” “Yes, Master.” “Hmph.” ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It seemed she had copied the dignified Eos. Her ability to flip 180 degrees at any moment was truly endearing. A wet sound rang out. Eos, exhausted, collapsed beside me. Syucali took her place. Lowering her face, she opened her mouth wide. “Hauup… slurp… slurp…” She eagerly sucked my soiled shaft clean. Watching this, Eos kissed my neck and caressed my nipples. “Hnn…” Together, the two of them attended to me with utmost sincerity. As slaves, and as women who found me desirable, they performed their nighttime duties. Both women moved solely for my sake. At the same time, they filled their own satisfaction and joy while serving me. I simply lay on the bed and received everything they offered. Of course, I was not the type to merely lie back and accept.

I rose and looked down at them both. What I received, I would return several times over. “Your body is incredible.” “Master…” Syucali caressed my thighs and groin—grown stronger from absorbing her own stats—and gazed at them in rapture. Eos reached for my forearms and chest, acting coy. “Overlap your bodies so it’s easier for me to take you.” Eos nodded and lay on the bed. Syucali climbed atop her. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thrust into the two women of different complexions stacked together. “Haang…” “Hnn…” They rubbed against each other while accepting me. That alone made them drool with delight. Though they were slaves who paid little attention to one another, during intercourse they seemed to cover any sense of rejection with pleasure. The obscene wet sounds and the women’s moans continued to echo through the room. Any thought of stopping vanished. Even fatigue receded. I simply received their service and sated my own desires. Eos was falling deeper into me, while Syucali leaned on me. Feeling the desperate gazes of both women, I climaxed repeatedly until my eyes closed.

“Master… Master…” Syucali murmured in her sleep while nestled in my arms. Eos gripped my hand tightly. The demon woman and the thief dreamed within my embrace—dreams from which they could not lose their smiles. “I received excellent service.” Satisfied, I gazed at the ceiling. Of course, the fellow below still seemed unsatisfied. “Even after coming this much…” The bed was already soaked, and semen had splattered across the floor and walls. It was the aftermath of an orgy far removed from anything ordinary. “Having too much energy isn’t good either.” Unable to sleep, I rose from the bed. More precisely, once my body was healed through intercourse, all fatigue disappeared. Yet the two slaves, unlike me, remained asleep. I wasn’t certain of the exact criteria, but what I had grasped so far was that my ability only healed when wounds were present. That also meant the two slaves lost in dreams bore no wounds. ‘Then what about Isabella and the women of Cashew Village, who had no wounds?’ After pondering, I wondered if severe stress or mental illness might also count as wounds. Holding doubts about my ability, I opened the door and stepped out.

The empty hall passed by. I briefly stepped outside the inn and breathed in the dawn air. “Sob… sob…” While watching the quiet village from outside the inn, I heard crying somewhere. Focusing on the sound, I saw a familiar little girl walking the streets in tears. She was the child to whom I had fed knife-cut noodles in the empty lot—the girl who had said her older sister was ill. “What’s wrong, little one?” “Sob sob… Ah… Mister… Sister… Sister is… sob sob…” The girl’s face was steeped in sorrow. I had heard her sister was sick, but it seemed her condition had worsened considerably. “Lead the way.” “Sob ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sob… Yes…?” I possessed the power to help. I could also ignore it. Faced with those two choices… No, I wanted to help the girl. “Guide me to where your sister is. I’ll check on her condition.” “Sob sob… But… But I have nothing to give Mister… sob sob…” She was a child who had learned the ways of the world far too early. “I even ate the food Mister cooked without asking… sob sob…” “It’s fine. I’ll receive it after your sister gets better.” “Sob sob… Mister… Hwaaang.” In the end, the girl showed the tears she had been holding back. I soothed her and was led along the path. A shantytown near the village river came into view. Perhaps because it was under a bridge, the stench of rot was overwhelming. Living here for even a few days would likely lead to illness quickly. The door, already too dilapidated to function as one, creaked open. “Hnnngh… ugh… hnnk… huk…” A thin woman with the same platinum-blonde hair as the girl lay on a shabby cloth. “How long has she been ill?” “Since a year ago… sob sob…” She looked as though she might die at any moment, yet she struggled to breathe, perhaps worried about leaving her younger sister alone. I took out the potion I had brought and poured it over her. “Cough… cough…!” “Aah… Sister…!” She rejected the potion and vomited it up. Her body resisted to this extent. It reminded me of the blue-haired woman on the verge of death after being attacked by the Goblin Mother. “This won’t do…” “Mister…! Please save my sister! I’ll do anything, sob sob…” “…” The girl clung to my leg and wailed as though she would become a slave if necessary. When blood kin was dying before one’s eyes, what else could matter? This young girl valued her family more than herself and was relying on me as her final hope. “Understood…” I slowly removed my pants. “M-Mister…” “The condition is that you never speak of Mister’s secret to anyone.” “Secret…” The girl looked flustered but nodded vigorously. Then I reached toward the emaciated woman. It was not for the purpose of intercourse. I had only removed my pants to heal her. I could not take responsibility for the young girl left alone if this woman died. In two days I would depart, and the girl would be left alone in this world. “That won’t do.” I cast Water Ball to wet the woman’s entrance and inserted myself. A wet sound echoed. The young girl tightly shut her eyes in her sister’s place. Having intercourse while her family was ill—who wouldn’t think it madness? Yet the girl trusted me. Since she trusted me, it was my turn to show her the answer. “Hnnk…!” It was tight. Each thrust felt as though her inner walls were tearing. Still, I did not stop, moving to save her. The sick woman held no appeal. So I closed my eyes and pictured the slaves sleeping in the room. It helped greatly. I imagined exploring the healthy, beautiful bodies of the two slaves and climaxing repeatedly. I replayed the image of them rushing toward me, warmly calling me “Master,” over and over. “Kuh…!” I forced myself to climax inside the woman. At that moment, a sound came from the woman’s joints. “Ah…!” The frail woman’s body filled out with flesh. Her dead skin cracked and peeled away. Her withered hair shed a layer. The girl, witnessing this, fell backward in shock. “So a beautiful woman had been withering for a long time.” “S-Sister!!” The girl rushed to her reborn sister. She buried her face in her chest and wept and wept. The platinum-blonde woman, slowly opening her eyes, instinctively stroked her younger sister’s head. “Chika… I’m sorry…” “No, Sister…! Sister…! I’m just glad I can see you again…!” I quietly stepped back to give them time alone. Leaving the shanty, I sat on the ground outside. “So there are cases where one gains an ability all at once.”