Chapter 63
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: No Longer Holding Back
I'm not even a hero anymore, so why should I hold back?
A dank back alley. A filthy back alley I'd normally avoid even going near—I walked right into it myself.
My senses, honed from my days as a hero, quickly picked up the sounds coming from afar. And I even recognized that the voice was strangely familiar.
Should I go? Is it the right choice to follow Nine and confront Alicia?
Could I keep my composure if I saw her all broken?
Even as my mind tangled in knots, my feet didn't stop. I knew nothing good would come from meeting her, but I pressed on anyway.
I headed straight for the source of the noise.
"Daddy, you might regret it."
Nine whispered from behind me. There was real sincerity in her voice.
It wasn't concern.
"After you left, my mom started enjoying it."
A warning. That's what she was trying to do. Warning me that some part of my personality might snap.
I knew. It was that kind of story in the game.
Alicia had lost her virginity to some filthy homeless bum she didn't even know. From then on, she had no options left.
Neither ending her life in despair over her situation nor carrying on with her saintly duties—they'd both become choices she shouldn't make.
Alicia stayed in the back alleys. In the place where the homeless who'd raped her hung out, she surrendered her body to their lust.
"At first it was forced, but she gradually got used to it. That's how women are wired. Designed to grow fond of the man who presses his glans tight against their womb, makes their body shudder, and pumps his seed inside."
"……."
"But no one could conquer my mom's womb. She's a saintess, after all. No way she'd accept just any old sperm."
"……."
"Mom's heart gave in, submitting to the idea of bearing babies for those homeless bums. But her body refused their trash seed. She didn't get pregnant even on ovulation day. That's when one man showed up."
"…True Ancestor."
True Ancestor.
A completely different breed from those trash homeless. Even I, a former hero, couldn't guarantee I'd beat one.
With a guy like that showing up, Alicia's womb didn't stand a chance. If she wasn't getting knocked up by his seed, then whose would it be?
Nine whispered on. Her voice even more seductive than before, burning his existence into my ear.
"My real dad."
Nine's hand crept up slyly. It stroked my chest, teasing me.
I smacked it away firmly.
Nine let out a smirk and pulled her hand back.
"Father must've been curious too."
"……."
"Wondering if he could impregnate a woman who'd once been a saintess. What kind of child would come from knocking her up. Insulting the goddess herself by breeding the saintess. Raping mom let him accomplish so much. Father never passed up the opportunity."
The True Ancestor's cock pierced Alicia's womb. She conceived Nine that very day.
"…So the True Ancestor is still in this city?"
"Probably. They say he hasn't gone back to the demon realm even after the Demon King got sealed. Guess he likes it here."
Nine asked in a suggestive tone.
"Why? Upset that father knocked up mom?"
"…Not at all."
"Your hand's shaking, though?"
At Nine's taunt, I shook my head firmly, insisting I'd long since shaken off any lingering attachment to Alicia.
"Just tense. Thinking about fighting the True Ancestor without the holy sword has my battle lust boiling."
"Aha."
She didn't seem convinced.
"Don't get too worked up. You've got me, after all."
Nine kneaded my shoulders. It hit me anew just how tall she was—practically Olivia's height.
"Shall we hurry and go see mom?"
"……."
"We can't waste a single minute or second."
"Y-yeah."
Pushed along by Nine, I went looking for Alicia. She was holed up in a rundown shack in the back alley.
— Uheuk, haauk! Heuk! Haaak!
Beast-like groans I'd never heard from her before. And the men's crude dirty talk as they railed her.
— The saintess's pussy is still so damn tight…!
— Fuck. Why won't she get pregnant.
— Only pops out kids for that fucking vampire bastard.
— Kuheuk, gonna knock her up no matter what…!
Sounds of flesh slamming together like pile-driving hips echoed loudly. They were pounding her so viciously rough, you could hear it right through the walls from outside.
Or maybe the walls were just paper-thin.
I was about to step into Alicia's place when someone grabbed my shoulder.
"Hey."
I glanced to the side. The area outside the house was packed with people. They were queued up in line. I knew exactly what that meant.
"Heh heh, an outsider? Haven't seen your face before."
The guy at the front struck up a chummy conversation. I nodded along anyway.
Then he started yapping away.
"Here to sample the saintess? Ah, no need to ask. Every guy who comes to this place is after a taste of saintess pussy. Should've known it was obvious."
"…Your mouth's a bit much."
It felt so natural, like this happened all the time. Something beyond just being sleazy.
Unpleasant vibes. Like he was mocking me.
"What, you here to rescue the saintess or something?"
The man flashed a greasy grin.
"We've had a few like that. Guys who hear the rumors about the saintess being here, deny it at first. Delusional idiots who think they have to save her."
"……."
"I don't mind romantic types like that. Kinda cool, even. But I'd appreciate it if you respected the line. Lots of folks waiting behind me."
The men behind him puffed out their chests. They shot me threatening glares, bearing down on me.
"Or what. Here to donate your girl for us poor bastards? If so, cuttin' in line's fine by me."
"Kuhahaha!"
The men leered at Nine. Their eyes roaming her up and down—purely repulsive.
"You just gonna stand there and take that?"
Nine poked my side and murmured. She could've handled them herself easy, but she was deliberately shoving me forward to make them pay.
"No different from five years ago."
"……."
"Childhood friend, the knight you admired, the faithful priestess—all helplessly stolen away. Gonna gift me off to other guys too?"
I gritted my teeth.
I knew it was her provocation, but holding back was tough. I knew I shouldn't start shit, but my body was already surging forward.
"You know where you are?"
"Fucking moron. Gonna fuck your bitch raw too."
The moment they sensed my killing intent, the men dropped into stances. Living in a rough hellhole must've sharpened their reflexes—they were quick.
Or maybe they'd been planning it from the start.
Didn't matter.
Shaaak-!
I whipped out a dagger from inside my clothes and slashed the guy's throat. His neck bone severed clean. Sword aura rippled along the blade.
"O-oh shit! Aura! He's an aura blade user!"
Horror washed over their faces. The quick ones were already bolting.
"Run!"
I didn't let a single one escape. First time in ages leaving the village and swinging my sword at civilians.
The heads of the homeless who'd picked a fight with me parted from their necks. Wrapping up their worthless lives took less than a minute.
Powerless against the primaries, but against regular schmucks, I wielded near-invincible strength. Made me wonder why I couldn't tap my full power against the primaries.
Seruk-!
I'm no pure swordsman. Truth is, I could use magic too.
Figured someday I might have to pick up the slack for my childhood friend Tina, so I memorized every spell I'd ever seen. Never wasted a single skill.
Distant ones died to magic. Close ones got diced by the sword. I cleared out every last bug who'd come to dump their seed in Alicia's womb.
All but one.
"What was that you said earlier? Say it again."
"U-uuu…!"
The prick who'd first ogled Nine. The one who'd lined up his fellow homeless behind him to act all big.
Saved him for last.
He trembled violently, stealing glances at me. Couldn't even speak—just kept bowing his head.
"P-plea, p-please, I misspoke. Spare me this once, I swear I won't do it again."
"Won't, huh."
I haven't lived as long as those sage old-timers, but three decades teaches you life's basic truths. Stuff you internalize through hard experience.
First one: people don't change.
"That ain't what I asked for."
"P-plea…!"
"Sigh."
Back when I was with the heroines, I got teased constantly. NTR ero-game genre, so I got it.
But even after hanging up my hero cape.
Been a while since I felt this pissed.
"Daddy's a hero—is this okay?"
"…Not anymore."
Handed back the holy sword and everything. What fucking hero? I'm no hero.
Just some ordinary guy who'd come to check on his broken old friend.
— What's that noise outside?
— Probably the next guys in line bitching to hurry up. First time? I'll go handle it.
— Whoa, he's fucking fast.
— Haaak. Haaak!