Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: No.1 VS No.2
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Olivia, Charlotte, and Nine.
The three of them stared fixedly at Dyke as he headed up to the second floor with Denis. It was plain as day what the two of them were about to get up to, but they didn't step in to stop it.
"They look like they're getting along."
"Father and Miss Denis have never had a bad relationship. It's always been good. Have you ever seen the two of them fight while we've been living together, Olivia?"
"Nope."
The No.1s regarded Denis, who had taken them in, with special affection. If Dyke was their father, then Denis held the position of mother.
Because she was a woman who had raised her own biological daughter without any favoritism.
Their gratitude toward Denis ran as deep as their lust for Dyke. Even if they never showed it on the surface.
"They're probably going to try making a baby again this time, right?"
"Yeah, probably."
To Nine's question, Olivia responded nonchalantly, as if to say, what's there to talk about? Olivia stared blankly up at the ceiling.
X-ray vision. She could see Dyke and Denis sitting face-to-face in the room, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
"But they always fail at making a baby."
"Dyke's dick is trash. It's the natural outcome."
The dick was small, and his virility weak.
To properly stimulate the womb's entrance by pounding it, but his best effort was just barely scraping at the pussy's opening. Even the semen was watery thin, leaving one to wonder if sperm was even being produced in those balls.
Actual history bore that out. Dyke and Denis attempted baby-making all the time, but it always failed.
Even after his erectile dysfunction improved following the No.1s' gangbang—increasing their coupling frequency—it still failed.
"Dyke doesn't deserve to reproduce. He was born worthless."
No.1 Olivia sneered. Charlotte shot her a glare.
"...But you want Dyke's baby too, don't you, Olivia?"
"Nah? Not even a little?"
"Father's upstairs anyway. We can be honest when it's just us girls."
"......"
No.1 Olivia's cheeks flushed red. She didn't say it outright, but her face laid bare every emotion she harbored.
She knew. Charlotte felt the exact same way, so she understood Olivia's expression better than anyone.
Just looking at Father makes my heart pound.
She wanted to ravage him into a total mess, to see him cry.
Every time she imagined Dyke pinned beneath her, her crotch soaked through. To the point she couldn't even wear panties.
Did she need drugs on top of that? This was the drug.
As the daughter of Count Pigmon—whose family overflowed with narcotics—she could objectively gauge pleasure's quality all the more clearly.
No comparison.
The moment she pinned down her father and rammed her dick into his ass. That scene lingered vividly in her mind.
Brain-melting ecstasy.
If addicts felt this rush every hit, she could almost understand why her birth parents got hooked and abandoned her.
It was that dangerous a pleasure.
Charlotte murmured, picturing Dyke's ass.
"It's my turn today. You all know that, right?"
"Don't go too rough. If he breaks, we're in deep shit."
"He won't break."
Charlotte glared at Olivia.
"Father didn't end up like that because of us. You know that, Olivia."
"...We still have to minimize the odds, just in case."
"It was bad luck."
How Dyke had died. In simple terms, rotten luck.
"Who could've predicted a new Demon King would be born...?"
The No.1s' rape. Up to that point, no real damage.
Dyke had resisted with everything he had, but there was definitely a vibe that he was enjoying it somewhat.
It wasn't Charlotte's imagination. Olivia and Nine had sensed it clearly too.
He kinda seemed to want the subtle degradation.
This time around, make Daddy cum just from nipple play.
No interest, no torment. Intentional abuse carried affection underneath.
No matter how twisted the direction.
Dyke had accepted the No.1s' warped love with his body.
If he felt nothing, he never would've foolishly raised those young girls.
Dyke's death wasn't on the No.1s. A freak accident one day.
That had driven him to his end.
Dyke set out to slay the newly born Demon King. His well-raised No.1s tagged along to support him.
Tighter emotionally than any prior Hero party—and flawless in ability—it was the perfect team.
Taking down the Demon King itself was no sweat. The problem hit after.
Back at the Cradle of Abundance Inn...
"...Miss Denis was dead."
Recalling Dyke's rage that day still sent shivers down her spine. After all their years together, she'd never seen him scream in such demonic fury.
The No.1s' grief—felt and voiced—was nothing by comparison. Emotion has its degrees, after all.
Before Dyke, robbed of Denis, they couldn't even mourn.
Nine rubbed her arm, shaking off the grim memory.
"The Demon King's curse. The one where the Hero's most beloved dies..."
"A curse Father's resistance couldn't dodge. Terrified of it, we can't pass the Holy Sword to anyone else. No one but Father can bear the Hero's burden."
They had to break the curse. Through regression, the No.1s already knew the method.
"Fucking bitch. If you're giving hints, make 'em proper."
Olivia scowled fiercely. Memories of bargaining with the Goddess made her blood surge backward.
Charlotte soothed her.
"The Goddess gave a pretty blatant hint."
"...She said to divide the curse, right?"
"Exactly, Nine. Share the Demon King's curse."
Charlotte fixed Olivia with a steady gaze.
"Olivia, any progress on the research?"
"Give me time to actually research. It's not even been that long since we regressed."
"...We start now, then. For all your upcoming hard work, Nine and I yielded first dibs—keep that in mind."
"Big whoop."
Olivia wrinkled her nose. It was rightful recompense, but their holier-than-thou tone grated.
Still, slacking on her task wasn't an option.
"...Start by collecting Dyke's semen. To whip that pathetic dick into doing a man's job, we need a proper sperm analysis first."
"Got it. I'll milk him dry today and bring it over."
The No.1s, goofing off instead of working.
"Oh, Olivia...! There's dust on the floor over there! Qu-quick, go wipe it up!"
One little girl watched them vacantly.
Olivia No.2.
"Eek...!"
She shot a glare at Lisa's clumsy command, then turned on her heel. Lisa pulled a tearful face.
Ting-a-ling—
She slipped past the No.1s and out of the inn. The instant Olivia No.2 stepped outside, a voice echoed in her mind.
─ Where you going? Not cleaning?
"......"
Same face as Mom. Same speech patterns as Mom. Not one thing about her sat right.
Even her name—the same as her own.
Olivia No.1.
"...J-just getting some fresh air."
─ You're not thinking of running, are you?
"...No. I have no plans to run."
To the young No.2's eyes, the Cradle of Abundance Inn seemed decent enough to stick around.
The innkeeper lady was kind. Meals came regular and on time.
The uncle was ugly, sure, but caring. Incredibly strong too—chased off any sketchy adults on sight.
And there was one dimwit of a big sister.
What those three showed resembled the family dynamic Olivia No.2 had always dreamed of. She wanted in on it.
It'd only been a single day at the Cradle of Abundance, but the greed had already bloomed.
─ Well, yeah. You probably don't wanna be alone again.
Clutching her starving gut, scavenging for scraps. Rummaging. An empty jar echoed with squeaking baby mice crying.
Couldn't even sleep right amid the brutal sex noises. Her strength ebbed day by day.
─ Cold. Hungry. You hate that life too, don't you? Right?
At an age crying out for adult care, she'd felt the world's chill right to her bones.
So she knew a snug home's worth better than most. Wanted to stay here as long as she could.
To survive, she had to.
─ So think it over good. What I told you back then.
Parents dead to plague, she'd wandered the village alone when the big-titted mage appeared.
She'd said it wasn't rescue—just a warning. Pretend not to see her if they met again. Or she'd burn her alive.
About a month later, they crossed paths.
Olivia No.2 clocked right away who the big-titted mage was hung up on. And deliberately latched onto him.
─ Yesterday's stunt? I'll chalk it up to a fluke. You just hit the inn, must've been off your game.
"......"
─ But if it happens again...
"......"
─ You're a smart kid. I trust this much gets through.
Smart. Too smart—she'd figured it out in a flash.
That she was obsessed with Uncle Dyke. That he was her most vital person.
Gotta get tight with Uncle.
Still just a kid, she couldn't beat the big-titted mage head-on. But adult versus adult?
Olivia No.2's eyes gleamed. Just like the No.1s' faces when confronting Dyke's dick.
The glint of a predator sighting prey.