Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: How Do You Know That?
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After defeating the Demon King and seeing the ending, Dyke desperately hoped he could return to his original world.
"What rotten luck."
No such miracle came. Dyke was stuck in this damned world.
With no way back to his old life, he had no choice but to keep living here for now.
His small dick bothered him, but at least his hero levels carried over, so it wasn't all bad.
With overwhelming power, nothing stood in his way. Strength made everything possible.
He basked in the joy of his almighty abilities, but only for a moment.
"...Wait a second."
Dyke confronted a new problem with his body.
"It gets hard. I can cum."
He couldn't get a proper erection. This was a huge issue.
It was like losing one of life's greatest pleasures.
"My dopamine showers...!"
He felt utterly wronged. He'd finally slain the Demon King to enjoy his freedom, only for this trial to hit him.
His hands and feet trembled with rage.
But there was nothing Dyke could do. Accept reality.
That was the only drug and struggle allowed to him.
Tormented by erectile dysfunction, Dyke thought of Denis, the owner of the Cradle of Abundance Inn.
Maybe she could help. Clinging to that sliver of hope, he returned to his old base on his own.
"It works! My dick's standing up!"
Just an erection, yet it felt like owning the world. More intense than sex itself.
From that day on, Dyke became an employee at the Cradle of Abundance.
"Long time no see, Dyke."
"You're my junior now, mister. I'm the senior."
Denis was glad to have him stay. A boy who'd single-handedly slain the Demon King as the hero.
She expected him to be a huge help in many ways.
And he was rock-solid reliable.
One widow and one little girl. Honestly, it was a sorely lacking combo for running an inn.
With Dyke joining, they finally had some breathing room. More mouths to feed, yet more slack? Someone might wonder.
"Haha, the Cradle of Abundance is one lucky place! A total blessing!"
From the noble lord to the village chief managing the town, everyone started paying attention to the inn.
All because the hero Dyke was staying there.
Support poured in. Maintenance costs plummeted. Denis could finally set down the burdens on her shoulders.
He was this helpful and refused pay too—Dyke was a blessing to her.
But there was a condition.
"Slurp, slurp! Slurrrp!"
Sexual relief for Dyke. Despite his ED, his dick reacted to Denis.
Not every day, and it needed long recharges, but still.
"Slurrrrrrp!"
Being able to have sex at all was something. Dyke was grateful just for it working.
Handling a boy with a small dick? Piece of cake for Denis.
Plus, his demands weren't frequent—they were rare.
Was it really okay to exploit a former hero on such cheap terms? Denis even worried about it herself.
Other innkeepers would faint if they heard.
"Denis! Denis! I'm gonna cum!"
So she gave her all. When Dyke clung to her, she serviced him like her late husband.
"You love these tits too much, don't you?"
Smack, smack!
"Not even answering anymore."
Sluuuuurp!
Dyke seemed plenty satisfied with their sex, bucking his hips. His little dick quivered sweetly.
"Lisa's already weaned off Mom's boobs. What are you, kid or adult?"
Sex was over, but he showed no sign of leaving Denis's embrace. He clung longer than Lisa even.
Denis chuckled and stroked his head.
They spent five years like that. Never said it outright, but they were practically family.
Ding-a-ling—.
An ordinary day.
Someone visited the inn. A customer.
He had a girl with him. A black-haired girl.
Her eyes brimmed with venom. A fierce little one.
"Mom, that kid's weird."
Lisa met the girl's eyes, made a scared face, and whined to Denis. She wasn't usually like this.
Especially spooked.
Even Denis could tell something was off. What hardships had that child endured to grow up like this...?
Standing next to the black-haired girl made Lisa seem immature.
"Tina?"
Dyke, who was serving the guest in Lisa's stead while she fussed, stared at the girl and muttered.
He'd spotted a familiar face and called out Tina without thinking. But the girl in front wasn't Tina.
"...You know my mom?"
Tina's daughter. Olivia.
The girl glared at Dyke and asked.
"I'm... buying Olivia from that man?"
"......"
The story dragged on. It was well after he'd set down his fork upon hearing she came from the future.
Olivia nodded firmly.
"He was a slaver. Kidnapped me from a village hit by plague... Calling it kidnapping's funny, though. I was a homeless brat with nowhere to go."
"......"
"Followed that man around everywhere."
He wasn't a pro slaver.
He'd stumbled on a girl and thought she was pretty enough to sell. That was it.
"Tried to sell me for top coin somehow... Ended up here at the Cradle of Abundance."
"And there, I buy Olivia from him? For dishwashing?"
He repeated it. That's how shocking it was.
"You."
"As I said earlier, your family falls. Branded traitors."
"Traitors get three generations wiped out. How do you survive that?"
"Don't know the details. I was little. Memories fuzzy. But Father definitely..."
"Dishwashing?"
His head throbbed.
"You."
"I remember clearly. Dad came to get me."
"Me? For you?"
"Yes."
"......"
Coincidence piled up, leading him to take in Tina's daughter Olivia. Naturally, thoughts turned to Celine and Alicia's kids too.
If he hadn't known about the second generation, fine. But knowing one meant worrying about the rest.
"Heroines with brains pickled in cum won't raise kids right..."
The moment he met Olivia, it was too late. No backing out.
His foot was stuck in the muck.
"Can't believe it."
He didn't want to.
"I'll never do dishes."
He wasn't some pushover.
"Then just wait and see, right?"
Denis, who'd been listening quietly, spoke up.
"Until young Olivia comes to our inn."
"...Do we have to?"
"If you came back in time without meddling separately, she'll circle back here anyway. See it happen, then decide. Sound fair?"
"......"
He hated even considering it. He liked his current life.
"You regressed, right? Can't you all just take responsibility? Raise your own kids."
"......"
No answer. Olivia and the others all avoided his gaze.
"Why? Easiest solution, no?"
"...That's the thing. Impossible."
"Impossible?"
Charlotte spoke.
"I already tried. Infiltrated the count's estate, met my younger self who knew nothing."
"Met her. Just take her out."
There was a problem. Some unavoidable force, like his ED.
Charlotte continued.
"...My past self couldn't see me."
"Couldn't see you?"
"Even right in front, no acknowledgment. Am I a ghost? No. Everyone but past me can talk and touch me physically. Only past me can't see me."
"......"
They couldn't care for their own past selves. That's what Charlotte meant.
"You can't, so I should? Dishes?"
"Even without us asking, Father takes us in and raises us."
"Me? No way."
"Father won't let me die. Won't let Olivia get sold into slavery. Saves Nine from filthy alleys."
"No, I won't."
Ridiculous.
He sneered at resolute Charlotte with all his might.
"That'll never happen. I'm a firm man, a real man's man."
Exactly two days later. A man pushed open the inn door.
He dragged a girl by the hand.
Black-haired girl. Spitting image of young Tina.
Olivia.
Young Olivia shuffled along, dragged by the man. She sat and shot glares at Dyke, Denis, and Lisa.
Her look at Lisa was especially murderous.
"I wanted a family too. Now I get it. I was jealous of Lisa."
Adult Olivia understood the emotions in those eyes.
"...Goddamn it."
What happens if he doesn't do dishes?
Does young Olivia get sold into slavery? What about adult Olivia, regressed from the past?
"Why dump this on me?"
Why should he clean up after the heroines' kids with some bastards?
Adult Olivia tugged his clothes and pleaded.
"...Help us."
Their eye levels matched, practically staring into each other's souls. He got a good look at Olivia's eyes.
Violet, amethyst.
Blood tells. Olivia inherited Tina's intensely.
His resolve softened.
"Please."
"......"
"...Tch."
Annoyed he wouldn't play along, Olivia scowled.
Then she said it. Something so embarrassing, hard to utter.
"Does yours... get hard properly?"
"...What?"
"I can help."
ED, curable?
'No. Cure or not.'
Before that.
"How do you know that?"