Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Vice Grip
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Inside the rundown inn, that's where I picked up on those four scents.
Erectile dysfunction. Not exactly a secret worth dying to protect, but definitely not something you'd go around blabbing about to everyone.
At least from a guy's perspective, it's an embarrassing condition. Naturally, you keep your mouth shut.
No one has any way of finding out unless it's the woman you're climbing into bed with for some action.
"How do you know about that?"
Charlotte had said I was more of a father to her than her real dad.
She said that since I'd taken in her and the others—kids fated to die starving on the streets—and raised them, it was only right to call me Father.
'What daughter in the world knows her father's erectile dysfunction?'
No matter how open-minded the worldview, it wasn't normal for a daughter to know about her father's ED. It was downright abnormal.
Olivia's comment was a huge red flag. It ramped up my suspicions all over again.
I was curious about ED treatments, sure—but before that, a wave of revulsion hit me hard.
Olivia scratched her head furiously. She grimaced, clearly annoyed by the relentless questioning.
"I'll tell you everything. Just save me first. You've got plenty of money, right?"
"You'd trust it to me?"
This was straight-up a thief talking.
"You're lying. The whole regression story—it's all bullshit."
It had all fit together too neatly. I'd almost bought it. I shook off Olivia's hand and stated flatly,
"I'm never buying you. So just get lost."
"Get lost? You're telling me to get lost right now?"
"Yeah."
I smirked at the snarling Olivia.
"What, you get mad and I'll cower like, 'Oh no, you're my mom'?"
"......"
"Me? Even looking like this, I was the Hero. The Hero who stormed the Demon King's castle solo and took down the Four Heavenly Kings... and the Demon King himself. All alone. After your moms ditched me and...!"
Some ugly words nearly slipped out. Calling them "your moms" was the best self-control I could muster.
These bitches ought to thank their lucky stars they didn't hear "fuck your moms."
"...Are you pissed at me right now?"
Olivia glared daggers, grinding her teeth. She clearly wasn't thrilled with my attitude.
'Figures I'm the Hero and all. Thinks spilling a sob story will hook me easy.'
As if.
I do pity the weak, but I'm not some saint who'd throw my whole life away for them. If anything, I'm selfish.
'That's why I could never win over Celine.'
Celine was the heroine who fell for the weak yet selfless side of Dyke deep down.
A nasty piece of work like me? No way to crack her. Unconquerable heroine.
Try to play on my sympathies?
"That's rich. Hilarious."
I covered my mouth daintily like some noble lady and let out a pfft. Gave Olivia my most infuriating grin.
Like laughing in the face of a Chinese scammer pretending to be a cop.
"Charlotte, screw it. I'm doing what I want now."
"Olivia."
That set her off. Olivia lunged with her hand outstretched. Charlotte tried to intervene, but she was a beat too slow.
Olivia was faster.
'Tina had a gift for magic.'
But zero talent for hand-to-hand or weapons. Classic glass cannon.
'Tina's daughter—you really think you can outpace me?'
Me? Former Hero, level 99? Beat me on speed?
Ridiculous.
I snapped my arm up to block Olivia's punch.
She went for two targets at once. Both arms thrusting out.
I swatted away the face shot easy enough and moved to block the rest.
Except the speeds weren't the same.
Her low blow was lightning-quick. The uppercut? Total feint.
Olivia's hand hit paydirt.
Crunch-!
"Grab the dick and you freeze up like a bitch."
Olivia had my groin in an iron vise. Then she squeezed.
A brutal pressure crushed my cock and balls like they were made of clay.
"Hngh...!"
My hips bucked on instinct. Torso doubled over against my will.
Weak spot hit that hard?
Power drained right out of me. Never felt anything like it.
I scrambled to grab Olivia's arm. Basically hung off it.
"L-let... go...!"
"Let go? Feels like you've got something else to say first."
"......!"
Wasn't she Tina's kid? Where the hell's this strength from?
Couldn't wrap my head around it.
'Tina's a mage.'
Heroine maxed out as an archmage. Her blood ran thick in Olivia, or so I'd figured.
Physical stats had to be trash, right?
Wrong. Olivia's raw power blew Tina's out of the water.
Strong enough to overpower a level 99 ex-Hero. Grip like a hydraulic press.
"Wh-what the... hell..."
"Spit it out. You'll buy young me and raise her."
"...Can't..."
Olivia loomed over me. My bent waist—from that groin vise—put her right there.
She was grinning ear to ear in the moment. Pure bliss, like she was high on it.
Familiar look. Familiar eyes.
Staring at Olivia, someone I'd buried in my memory resurfaced.
'...Kids aren't made solo by women. Men and women make 'em together.'
I'd hooked up with Tina too. Childhood friends from the same village.
But no way my load back then hit her egg. Timelines didn't line up.
So who knocked up Tina?
The brute who pounded her virgin slit into submission and claimed her womb.
Blond tanned punk Ban Phoenix. Olivia's his spawn.
'...Tina's talents. And Ban Phoenix's. Both in one package...'
I saw him in her face. Ban Phoenix—the prick who stole Tina from Dyke.
The scum who got off on cucking someone and taking their girl!
Now it clicked: Olivia vs. Tina.
Ban Phoenix's genes, baked in Tina's womb. Passed down to Olivia.
Olivia dwarfed Tina's frame. Tina's like 160 cm; Olivia cleared 170 easy.
Muscle, stamina—all way up, obviously.
'And human matchup bullshit, fuck me.'
Stuck in Dyke's skin. Dyke's lot in life was getting NTR'd.
But it was my history too.
Couldn't erase game events from my soul.
Defeat was etched in me. Not my body, but my spirit went limp.
In front of Olivia, I shriveled like a mouse spotting the cat.
"Y-you fuckin'...! Ahh...!"
"Hey."
Olivia tightened her grip. Whispered it hostage-style: no funny business.
"Curious about that ED cure or what?"
"Scammer!"
"Not a scammer. From the future, for real."
Her voice dropped sticky-sweet. Words practically glued to my ear.
"We came to save you. You ditched us and peaced out."
"...Me...? Gonna... die...?"
"Yeah. Can't spill how. Knowing the future might mess with stuff only we know. Top secret."
"......"
Nobody wants to die. Not me.
Hero days? Dodged death plenty.
Raid on Demon King's castle? Stacked every skill and gear to survive.
"Believe us. Not here to make you wash dishes. We wanna save you."
Olivia flicked her fingers. Squeezed my nuts like stress balls.
Legs shaking. Weird rush storming my lower half.
"Olivia's right, Father. We came to save you. Not to hurt you."
"...You existing hurts me. Urk...!"
Every time I'd open my mouth to argue, Olivia clamped harder. Balls as leverage, squeezing out compliance.
'...Cock's getting hard.'
Blue-balled too long? Or that sweet smell wafting off Olivia?
"Save me."
"Father."
"Please trust us, Daddy."
All three ganging up. Soft tits smothering me senseless.
No room for clear thinking.
Keep this up, I'd suffocate in their skin. Right then—
"Mister... I-I can't keep serving..."
Lisa waddled over mid-tray, whining. Freaked by kid Olivia's killer glare.
"Huuu..."
Her voice snapped 'em out of it. They let go. Balls finally free.
Panting ragged, I checked downstairs. Lingering squeeze felt gross.
'...It's still there.'
I could see it. Magic sigil etched across my whole crotch.
Olivia's handiwork.
Thought I was loose. Nope.
Crunch-.
I shot Olivia a panicked look. She beamed back, pantomiming the grab.
Pain crushed my balls anew.
'No dispelling it.'
Slut through and through for dick, but Tina was still Hero party archmage.
Daughter Olivia? Same talent, maybe more.
My skills couldn't crack it. Party roles were locked tight.
'Rat in a jar.'
One play: buy Olivia like she wants.
Steeling myself, heading for kid Olivia—
"Aaaagh! Ack! Fuuuuck! What the hell, you bitch!"
"Save me, please."
Kid Olivia bit the guy's chunk out and bolted to me. Begged flat-out.
Save her.
"...You wouldn't talk fast, so I acted."
Adult Olivia's take. Made kid Olivia's move click.
"...Sniffed out the sucker scent like a bloodhound."
Not even a con dog's sniffer.