Breeding Press (1)
The pain that bloomed from my abdomen was more than enough to paralyze me.
It radiated out along my spine. I went numb. The sheer horror of being unable to move a single muscle because of the agony was almost beyond description.
Through the pain, my head rang with a dull, throbbing haze. My vision swam.
At least she didn't actually injure me when she hit me…
Had I really thought Sloan had no technique? That was a delusion. This woman knew exactly how to inflict pain without leaving a mark.
It was deeply unpleasant that the only skills she seemed to excel at were the truly horrific ones.
As nausea clawed its way up my throat, Sloan stroked my hair. The gesture felt like someone soothing a scolded puppy, and it irritated me to no end. Why the hell was she pretending to be affectionate?
"You probably can't accept this. I understand how you feel. If I were in your position, I wouldn't want to do it either."
"Urgh—!"
"But I have two duties. Duties as a Hero."
From where I was sitting, she hadn't hit me to uphold any duty. She'd just used me as a punching bag to vent. Sloan was a severe murder addict; she hadn't gotten to kill anyone, so her temper had frayed, and she'd swung her fist at me. There was no deeper meaning than that.
"A Hero has a reason to keep her party together by force if she has to. If I'd prioritized your sexual safety here, those two would have left before long."
"Cough, cough…"
"And I can't tell lies. Hero or not, if I speak falsehoods, I can never become the master of the Holy Sword."
"W-wait a second… so giving those women permission to rape me is fine?"
"Huh… you're right. That's a new perspective. Well! I guess the Goddess must have found it very pleasing!"
This goddamn murderous bitch… what the hell was she even saying to me?
"That's enough! Sloan, move aside. From here on, I'll handle this myself."
Camilla shoved the Hero out of the way and stepped forward. Sexual hunger burned in her eyes.
"For the next three days, you're mine."
"…"
"From now on, you treat me like your wife. Whatever I want to do, you obey without question."
"We never agreed to—"
"You don't want Sloan hitting you again, do you? She's seriously pissed right now. Provoke her for no reason and lose a tooth or two, and you won't even be able to chew bread properly."
…In the end, I had no choice but to give a small shake of my head. If I didn't do as this woman said, the whole conversation would just loop back around again.
"Finally! Someone who can be reasoned with. I'm so happy… This might feel unfair to you, but from everyone's perspective, it's an efficient system."
"Ah, yes."
"Could you not look at me like that? See Elisa's eyes over there? She looks like something precious just got stolen from her… Give her a little wave."
I did as I was told and waved toward Elisa. The elf's delicate brow twisted into something vicious.
Aside from mocking that rape-happy bastard, it didn't seem to accomplish much of anything.
"A three-day Vallitics usage ticket… This is going to be fun."
A sudden thought struck me.
Had I just become an expensive commodity?
I wasn't sure anymore…
Even from my perspective as a Demon King, becoming a sex slave for three days felt truly evil.
These women weren't doing this to some stranger—they were doing it to me, their own companion!
Dragging a complete stranger into sexual slavery would already earn you the title of the world's most unforgivable bastard. And yet they were turning a comrade they'd been traveling with for about a month into a sex slave.
Ha… Seriously. Was there no way to sue these two? How could this possibly still be called a righteous Hero Party?
"Valli, let's go over there."
"What about the others…?"
"Don't worry about them."
Perhaps because she'd recently taken down a Demon King, Camilla's magic had grown even stronger.
Was it because that one had possessed steel-related abilities? Her earth magic as a whole had become far more powerful, and with nothing more than a flick of her fingers, Camilla created an entirely new space.
"Be made."
Rrrrrumble—! The ground split open with a violent crack, and boulders buried deep underground were hauled up to the surface. Then, with a series of grinding, splintering sounds—crack, crraack—they were carved into neat, uniform squares.
"Wow… Now we can sleep comfortably in a bed no matter where we are."
"Y-yeah. I've never seen anything like that before… It's not just raw output—you'd need incredible magical precision for that, too."
The shaped blocks stacked themselves one after another until, before long, an entire house of stone had been assembled. It looked as if a skilled architect had been paid hundreds of gold coins to design it.
"You two can rough it under a tree."
"Huh?"
"It's already cramped with two people. I didn't make it big enough for the rest of you to come in. Lay out your sleeping bags. It doesn't look like it'll rain tonight anyway… Sleep under the night sky. Count the stars. How romantic."
Her voice was astonishingly cold… I'd never heard it that heavy before.
I wasn't the only one who thought so. Sloan's face twisted with clear bewilderment.
"Well then! Let's get inside already."
Paying no mind to anyone else, Camilla wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me into the house. No matter how many times I thought about it, she was absurdly strong for how she looked.
"Elisa couldn't make something like this. Only I can build a house this big. At best, she'd hang a hammock in a tree."
"I thought elves were a race that produced great works of art and architecture…"
In a way, that was only natural. Elves lived far longer than humans, so unique and exceptional techniques tended to be carefully preserved.
Thinking that elves lived in trees the way Camilla did was simply wrong. Bows themselves were difficult weapons to craft; the fact that they could mass-produce them professionally meant they had forges.
"Oh, please! A bunch of monkeys making art? At best they'd throw some pottery… Hey! Who said you could talk about another woman in front of me? You wanna die?"
She was the one who'd brought up another woman—why was she getting angry at me? The wind went completely out of my sails. Had she developed the same two-faced personality as Sloan?
"This is so exciting… How many days has it been since I last touched Valli's body? No matter when I touch it, it's so soft I could lose my mind."
"Ugh…"
"Look at these thighs. Heh heh heh! So soft. And if I touch your stomach like this—! Eheheheee!"
It was genuinely astonishing that a person could produce such a lecherous laugh. Camilla groped me this way and that, like a starving person devouring bread.
"What a magnificent texture. Heh heh heh… It's like touching a doll. Incredible. Really!"
"Ugh!"
"What's with that look? Like you're staring at some frivolous person."
Wait—had she just read my mind with magic? How did she know so precisely?
"Yep, I read it."
…Really?
"I told you I read it."
"How…?"
"It's written all over your face—easy to read. Deception is your whole fighting style, isn't it? You should work on your facial acting."
Oh, for real—I nearly jumped out of my skin! I genuinely thought she'd read my thoughts. Lying is my specialty… and she's saying I can't act?
"Anyway. Let me hold you just once."
"…?"
"Hurry up!"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Camilla brought that pretty face of hers close to mine.
A pale face. Unusually, she had violet eyes—probably because she was a mage.
Mages were said to have eye colors ordinary people couldn't possess, right? Usually they took on a color related to their magical attribute… What did violet mean?
"Mmmmm… You really are just like a doll. Why is your body so small! Your body heat is so warm, and your skin is so soft I could go crazy."
Like a doll… Well, it was common knowledge that my face was cute and androgynous, and that every beauty in this world had been gathered and molded into me.
Perhaps only the Goddess could barely keep up with my looks? No—even that deranged woman wouldn't shine as brightly as I did.
"Ahem."
Maybe it was only natural that Camilla and Elisa had developed such fanatical interest in my body? Being beautiful really was a problem in its own way.
"Valli. Big sister has a request for you. For the next three days, we're going to love each other, right?"
"That's how it turned out. Unfortunately."
When I snarked back like that, Camilla clenched her fist and held it up for me to see. I lost the will to speak. She was telling me she could punch me.
"Before, big sister was the one who took the lead, right? Now it's your turn to move."
"What do you want me to…"
"I like it best when Valli moves his hips. It's like you're scheming somehow to get big sister pregnant."
Camilla murmured an incantation, and a massive bed materialized inside the bare room. She stopped holding me, climbed up onto it, and then—
"Come on… Hurry up and do it. Hmm? This is a great chance for you to do whatever you want with big sister."
She grabbed both of her legs with her hands, spread them wide, and lifted them slightly upward.
From this point on, it seemed she wanted me to drive my cock into her. So I… did as she asked.