Sloan's Turn (3)
"Just eat him, then! Huh? Wouldn't that settle it?!"
"What."
"Get over here!"
Eat him? The way Sloan said it, she might as well have introduced herself as a cannibal. What the hell was she talking about? She had truly lost her mind.
"W-wait. Sloan! You don't… even care about Vali."
"I don't care about him, sure. But you said it! Don't harvest fruit you won't eat!"
"Uh… couldn't you just leave me alone?"
"Sorry, but you brought this on yourself. Vali? We're going!"
"No… just leave me alone and it'd be fine! Why do you have to—whoa!"
I could barely hold my own against Elisa's strength. Against Sloan's arm strength—easily ten times greater—what chance did I have?
Zero. Even at full power, I couldn't push her back. It was like a child wrestling an adult: I was simply dragged along wherever she pleased.
"I'm going over there to eat him and come back! Got it?! You told me to do it! So this isn't my fault. Got it? So drop this conversation already!"
"No… if you don't want to, you can just give up."
"Shut up! You poke my pride and then say that? It's my heart! I'll do whatever I damn well want!"
Having spent a month traveling with Sloan, I thought I understood why she was acting like this.
Sloan's conservative nature made her hate anything that touched her pride. The sense of duty that came with being a Hero, plus the rigid values drilled into her growing up in the countryside—it was all locked in tight.
Camilla had kept needling her with provocative remarks. Sloan had trembled with rage and offered clumsy rebuttals, but arguing with a highly educated mage was never going to work.
"Vali! Hurry up!"
"You're… actually going to do it?"
"What, you think I'm faking?"
Have sex with Sloan? Me?
My eyes went wide. Of all people—Sloan. I'd rather grab some random villager and screw them instead.
Of course, if Sloan was the partner, I couldn't exactly complain about the package.
She's pretty, sure. Pretty enough you wonder if they picked her as Hero based on her face alone.
Sloan was beautiful in a way that made "country girl" hard to believe. She looked like she might have a noble somewhere in her ancestry.
The short hair was a slight shame—probably for swinging the holy sword—but that was just personal taste.
Those long limbs needed no comment. Tall women have always been more popular than short ones, in any era.
A healthy, vigorous woman is beautiful by nature.
But the problem is that my partner is Sloan!
Yes! That she was Sloan was the problem.
If she moved at full strength, my soft, fragile body might physically shatter into pieces.
If I put it in, won't it get cut off? That's genuinely horrifying.
The process of having sex with that monster was bad enough, but the real problem was…
What if Sloan got pregnant with my child?
And what if a monstrous Demon King heir came out of her…
This world would end. No—beyond the end of the world, it would lead to the ruin of everything.
Sloan was already a Hero who had grown at an unprecedented rate. A Demon King born with her as the mother… how terrifying would that be?
"No… just calm down for a second. You're the Hero. Don't you have a duty to stay pure?"
"I do, yeah."
"Then how about we go somewhere out of sight and… just say we did it."
"That wouldn't be right."
Sloan spoke firmly, without even catching her breath.
"A Hero must not lie. A lie for someone else's sake might, depending on the situation, earn the Goddess's forgiveness. But a lie for your own self-preservation can never be forgiven, no matter what. Do you think I—who observes the scriptures better than anyone—would desecrate my own soul?"
"P-please calm down."
The fact that she was suddenly playing the scripture-abiding Hero after doing something thoroughly un-Hero-like was almost funny. But at least that was how she saw it.
"Then what are you going to do?!"
"W-well… first, sit down for me?"
"?"
I sat where Sloan told me to.
"Uh… you can sit comfortably."
"Alright."
Unlike Camilla and Elisa, she clearly had no idea how sex worked. Her flustered state was a little amusing.
The Hero fidgeted, then started yanking off her armor in a frantic rush. The urgency of it was funny—like she was racing for the bathroom.
I watched blankly. Before long, Sloan had stripped down to only the thin underclothes she wore beneath, and those relatively thin layers made her massive chest stand out all the more.
"Hmm… how do I do this so it counts as eating him."
"Uh… asking me that doesn't really help."
"R-right, I guess! Huuuh… Do you know how to masturbate?"
Why was she asking me how to masturbate? How would I know that?
And she'd never done it once at her age? What was that about. Then again, she'd said she was chosen as Hero young. Being sent off to the Holy Kingdom might have left her with no chance to learn such things.
"From what I know, a woman… sticks her fingers into her… down there. And people touch their breasts too."
"Really? Hmm-hmm. Got it."
Suddenly I remembered Sloan when she was drunk. Hadn't she filled her mouth with filthy talk back then?
Looking at her now, there was no trace of that at all.
So that was just bluster, huh? Somehow that makes her feel like some middle-aged guy.
Maybe that was why her face was turning red, too…
"Alright! I get it. I get it! Now I'm going to try this masturbation thing using your face!"
"Like Elisa…?"
"Yeah! Like Elisa! W-wait. Elisa did that?"
"Yes."
"F-fine. I'll do it that way too. Ugh… strip!"
I was speechless.
"Strip? Isn't that something you should be doing?"
"R-right. That's what I was going to say! Just read the room and get it!"
"Ah, yes."
Sloan glanced at my face, then slowly, carefully, pushed her pants down.
I watched in silence. She hesitated for a moment.
"Aren't you staring too hard?"
"Then what am I supposed to do. Look at the floor?"
"Yeah, that would be bett—no. Just keep looking. Yeah! Like that."
Her tone had shifted a little. Suddenly…? And her eyes had gone strange, too.
"Oh… this is something, more than I expected."
"I'm just looking up. What meaning is there in that."
"Hmm… I feel like it means more than I thought?"
Still incomprehensible. I could proudly call myself a master of Sloan Studies, but her words had a way of scrambling a person's head. You'd need a decoder for this.
"I'm going to pull down my underwear now…"
"Go ahead?"
"Th-that… you might think it's weird, but I want you to watch me take them off."
I'd been doing that this whole time. What was she trying to say. I wished she'd just spit it out cleanly.
Either way, Sloan hesitated slightly, then pushed her underwear down.
And at last I could see her lower half.
Surprisingly, the hair was neatly groomed—not a single stray strand out of place—and dense. I'd wondered if she was brown all the way down there, and sure enough, there wasn't a single pale patch.
Was this her natural skin? I'd never heard that Sloan came from the East. And her accent alone made it clear she wasn't from around here.
Maybe mixed blood… While I was thinking that, Sloan started pushing a finger into her lower hole.
"Kh! I-is this how you do it?"
"Uh… yes."
"Y-you knead the breasts too? This is harder than I thought."
Squeeeze! Sloan grabbed one of those massive tits with one hand hard enough to burst it. She looked less like she was enjoying it and more like she was in considerable pain.
As I sat there watching, Sloan violently jabbed her fingers into her pussy—shlick, shlick—thrusting deep inside. Hadn't she said this was her first time masturbating?
"Um… doesn't that hurt?"
"Uhu… uhu… I-it's fine. It actually feels good. Anyway, can you come closer? Please…"
That much I could do. I willingly obliged, shifting my body closer to her masturbation.
"Eheh… y-your breath is hot on me."
"…"
Why did I have to sit here watching this violent masturbation. For a moment, I felt like an idiot.
"Eut!"
Squirt-squirt-squirt-squirrrt! Hot vaginal fluid sprayed across my face. So that was why she'd told me to come closer. Truly a terrible hobby.
"Haa, haa… just a second. Stay still. Yeah… that's perfect. About ten more times and I think I'll be satisfied."
"Ten times?"
I'd almost forgotten.
Sloan had excellent stamina, too.