Chapter 41
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: The Relapsing Itch
It still itched.
The itching had relapsed. But the location felt off.
The spot was deep inside my ass cheeks. A place too awkward to even mention out loud.
"Father?"
Charlotte approached and asked. She stared at me with a worried look on her face.
It was overwhelming.
"I'm fine. Stay with the horse."
I waved her off to shake her attention. I couldn't do anything with her watching. I wished anyone but her—no one at all—would just leave me alone right now.
Charlotte ignored me.
"Is the medicine not working?"
"...That's not it. No, I was just about to check. Go wait over there."
"It might have already built up a tolerance."
Charlotte strode right up to me.
"Show me your ass already. I'll take a look."
"...Cut the crap."
Showing it just because she asked would be ridiculous. No way could I bare my ass to a girl my age who looked just like me on the outside.
I'd sooner kill the Demon King.
"You know it too, Father. The only way to relieve this itch right now is to show it to me."
"......"
I didn't get it, but it had worked like a charm before. Thanks to Charlotte's sudden advances, I'd definitely gotten the itch under control.
That didn't mean I could just show her my ass. Even a proctologist would be embarrassing enough.
To a girl my age? Absolutely not...
"So you're just going to keep suffering and wasting time like this? Taking breaks that aren't really breaks on the way to Count Pigmon's territory?"
"......"
Charlotte pressed me like she was scolding.
"I won't do anything weird. Just let me check and that's it, right?"
I couldn't trust Charlotte with that. If it had been Olivia instead, I might've written it off as getting duped and just dropped trou.
The problem was that my traveling companion was Charlotte.
I could see exactly what she'd do. The moment she got an opening, she'd pounce and bury her face in my ass.
Then the depraved antics would start up again, and I'd be helpless as she overwhelmed me until I blacked out.
'No way in hell.'
Once was a mistake I could shrug off, but twice? If I didn't learn from the first time, it was on me.
I'd learned my lesson. I'd hardcoded it into my brain: never show weakness to Charlotte.
"...Forget it. I'm fine."
I pushed her away and yanked up my panties. That's when I realized I'd been exposing my dick right in front of her.
Humiliation hit me a beat late, heating up my face.
"Father."
"I said I'm fine."
I pushed back hard. She finally backed off without digging in her heels.
It seemed like if I really meant it, she'd listen to some extent.
'This isn't something I can fix right now.'
Deep down, I knew a time would come when I'd have to admit I needed Charlotte's help.
My sharp instincts were telling me so. My mood sank.
I headed back to where the horses were tied. Charlotte shot me a sullen glance.
Then she mounted up without a word.
I could sense her resolve to just get moving first and talk later. Depending on how you looked at it, she might seem sulky and protesting.
Unfortunately, I had no spare attention for Charlotte.
I was pouring all my energy into tamping down the itch deep in my ass. Cold sweat beaded nonstop.
Hiiing-!
The horse kicked off into a gallop, either sensing its rider's mood or not. The pace felt the same as usual, but it dragged unbearably slow.
Was it just my imagination?
Charlotte closely observed Dyke's eyes. He had the look of a cornered rat.
'Father, this is pointless struggling.'
It was the aphrodisiac Olivia had concocted. No amount of human willpower could endure it.
Not even for the Hero.
There was only one way for Dyke to escape the itch: surrender his ass to her.
Human saliva was needed to break down the drug's effects.
But even her licking was just a temporary fix. For a full cure, she had to stimulate his prostate. Penetration was essential.
Fingers or her dick—it didn't matter.
Dyke was still trying to view his condition positively. Or maybe he'd half-given up, but he wasn't showing it.
He was thrashing around, desperate to handle it on his own.
That wasn't the reaction Charlotte wanted.
She wanted Dyke to offer up his ass. To turn around, show it to her directly, and beg her to stick it in.
She wanted to thrust her dick into her father's hole while he willingly asked for it.
'I can't even imagine how good it'll feel.'
The horse surged ahead. She stared intently at Dyke's back as she followed.
Dyke twitched uncomfortably now and then.
A smile tugged at Charlotte's lips. The drug was definitely working. She felt reassured.
Count Pigmon's territory was farther than I'd imagined. The map definitely hadn't shown this much distance.
It felt like we'd need at least two more days.
"Two days in this state...?"
It was hell. The thought alone sent chills down my spine.
Hiiing-!
The horses, who'd been running all day, neighed vigorously. They seemed to whine that it was time to rest.
The sun was setting. Light faded faster in the forest than usual, so we had to be careful.
"...Let's take a break and head out."
"Understood."
Charlotte dismounted. She tied the reins to a nearby tree to keep the horses from bolting, then pitched the tent.
A one-touch brand tent. Impressive no matter how many times I saw it.
'Thank god this is an NTR Tsukuru eroge world.'
What if it had been a normal fantasy setting?
I'd have to pitch the tent by hand without these conveniences. Already exhausted from Hero duties, and no real rest...
Just imagining it made me short of breath.
I finally understood why all those Hero parties hired porters. Porters in name only—they were basically errand boys.
"What should we do for dinner, Father?"
"...Handle it today. M-my condition's not great."
"Got it."
I dumped everything on her and ducked into the tent. I frantically dropped my pants and rubbed my ass.
No visible changes on the skin.
"......"
I stretched out my fingers. Gauged the length of my longest one, the middle finger.
Using my Hero senses, I measured the distance from my asshole to the peak itch spot.
"...Might reach?"
It was a close call. If I had manly hands, it'd be easy to scratch. Today, my delicate girlie fingers pissed me off.
'No, what am I even mad about?'
Anyone overhearing would misunderstand. What lunatic would stick their own finger up their ass to scratch an itch?
That'd be totally insane.
I shook my head. The itch must've scrambled my brains.
No, bad idea. Really bad.
There were lines a human had to hold as a man. Sticking something up your ass? Hell no.
Colonoscopy aside, nothing was allowed to go against the flow. That defied nature.
For now, I smeared on the salve Charlotte had made. I knew it was basically just spit, but it didn't gross me out.
Placebo effect.
With the medicine on, it'd get better, right? I clung to false hope.
But no dice. No effect.
"Father, dinner's ready."
Charlotte called me. I stepped out casually.
"...Smells good."
She'd boiled a huge pot of meat stew. It looked like a mishmash mess visually, but the aroma was killer.
Thanks to the sub-space stocked with every spice imaginable.
"Dig in."
"Thanks. Let's eat."
Even while eating dinner, my focus stayed glued to my ass. Couldn't help it.
The quiet mood seemed to irk Charlotte, who kept trying to make small talk.
Answering her was a chore. My ass kept twitching involuntarily.
"Father, if you can't take it anymore, just say the word. I want to help you."
"...I'm good. Really."
Charlotte didn't push. She backed off gracefully, like she'd said her piece.
I washed the dishes and stowed them in the sub-space.
"I could've done that..."
"You've done enough. This is on me."
I tried to sound nice, but my face felt all scrunched up. No mirror needed to know.
I brushed my teeth and hit the sack. With the traps fully set, even the Demon King couldn't disturb my sleep.
"......"
But there was something more powerful than the Demon King: my own ass.
The maddening itch tormented me. I couldn't sleep. Tossed and turned nonstop.
Cool night air, pitch-black darkness, chirping insects.
I counted sheep on the ceiling. One, two, three.
How many was that now?
Chirp chirp.
Warm sunlight, brightening vision, birdsong.
"Twelve thousand three hundred..."
In between, the sheep did circus acts as they passed.
I hadn't slept a wink. My body was soaked in sweat.
My ass still itched.