Chapter 51 — The Goddess Comes to Me and Brings Words of Wisdom (2)

* Before reading:

This chapter contains depictions that may be seen as non-virginal, and this novel does not feature only virgins.

You may find the depictions of sexual abuse objectionable,

and depending on the reader, it may be regarded as NTR. I state this in advance and ask for your understanding.

For those who think they might find it objectionable, I assure you that proceeding to the next chapter will not cause any issues with the story.

Helen merely kept her head bowed, staring at the floor.

Matthias suddenly yanked her chin up.

And ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then.

"Hngh—!"

The sharp sound of skin striking skin resounded.

What was heard simultaneously was Helen's groan.

Yet Matthias paid it no mind and swung his hand against Helen's cheek again.

The smack was by no means quiet.

Helen's upper body staggered.

After those two motions, Matthias exhaled a sigh and fell silent.

The commander soon flopped down onto the sofa.

"Kneel."

It was a statement without context, yet Helen understood his command and knelt before him.

Because this was not the first time.

However, this place was the heart of enemy territory.

Was it truly acceptable to act as usual?

For the first time, facing this situation somewhere other than the Order, a flicker of bewilderment crossed Helen's eyes.

And then, suddenly, as the pain of her hair being pulled up hit her, Helen gritted her teeth.

"Kgh...."

"Why are you dawdling?"

"I am sorry."

The familiar pain erased the hesitation from her mind. Once she was freed from his grip on her hair, Helen began unbuckling the commander's belt. Her hand movements were natural.

"...Hurry up!"

"Gugh...!"

But it seemed Helen's movements did not please the commander.

Matthias urged her on and kicked the woman kneeling before him.

Having been kicked in the stomach without any chance to brace herself, Helen retched and tumbled backward.

Panting, Matthias glared at Helen.

"There really is nothing pleasing about you. Can't you even do a proper 'Reflection' anymore?"

"I'm sorry..., cough, sorry...."

Unable even to fully right herself, Helen crawled on her hands and feet across the floor back to the commander.

That sight, at least, seemed to please him. He smiled a twisted smile.

"Yes, crawling suits you. You bitch."

"Yes, Commander."

Helen answered in a flat, monotonous voice.

At her docile demeanor, the commander leaned back deep into the sofa with satisfaction.

There was no more physical assault.

In the meantime, Helen pulled down the commander's trousers and his underwear.

The man's exposed, not yet erect penis was modest.

Without a single furrow of her brow, Helen took it into her mouth.

At that moment, the commander frowned slightly and spoke.

"Spit it out."

"Yes, Comman—"

Helen's reply was cut off by the sound of a slap to her cheek. It was a cheek already struck several times with a knight's strength.

A part of the tender flesh tore, and a trickle of blood flowed down into her collar, seeping into her clothes. Yet as if he couldn't see it, the commander slapped her cheek several more times before asking,

"Did I tell you to take it in your mouth right away?"

"No, Commander. I am sorry."

"How should it be done?"

Helen hesitated for a moment.

The commander's hand slapped her cheek once more.

Helen's cheek swelled up.

Only then did she speak.

Her tone was as if reciting scriptures learned over a long time.

"First, you serve leisurely with your tongue. After taking sufficient time for reflection, you accept the Commander's member, regarding it as precious."

"Knowing that, is this how you act?"

"I am sorry, Commander."

"Do it properly."

"Yes, Commander."

As if exhausted, Matthias carelessly sprawled his body back onto the sofa.

And Helen began to lick his member.

She licked the tip, taking it lightly into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue.

After cleaning the glans, she evenly licked down the shaft.

She carefully licked and sucked both testicles, heightening the excitement.

"Mmm...."

A pleasant groan escaped Matthias's lips. His member began to twitch and grow larger.

Every time a clear fluid formed at the tip, Helen took the glans into her mouth and licked it up. Once she thought it was sufficiently large, she took it into her mouth.

"Mmmh...."

The groaning commander was defenseless.

But Helen had no thought of attacking him. She had attempted to run away as a child, only to receive severe corporal punishment dozens, hundreds of times.

After that, rebellion never entered her mind.

Compared to Roan's, his member was pitifully small, and even when Helen took it all into her mouth, it did not make breathing difficult.

She began to move her head mechanically.

At that moment, the commander's palm split the air once more.

"Hmbp...!"

"Don't, show your teeth. You fucking bitch."

"Hmbph...."

With his penis still in her mouth, Helen mumbled something. But neither the speaker nor the listener cared what those words were.

"As expected, you only get tight for me when you're being hit."

"Mmph...."

"Your mouth hole is just as lewd, so the one down below must be dripping wet too. If it weren't for the Goddess, you'd be spreading your legs anywhere, begging to be fucked. Be grateful to the Goddess who protects the chastity of a bitch like you."

Helen's face, already swollen and red, flushed hot all the way to her ears.

Because her underwear was, in fact, already soaked with arousal fluid.

Unable to say anything—partly because she had the commander's member in her mouth—Helen focused solely on sucking him.

For a while, in silence, only the wet, slapping sound of flesh against flesh could be heard.

Occasionally breaking the silence were the commander's excited sighs and moans.

And before long, the commander roughly grabbed a handful of Helen's hair.

"Hmbp?!"

"Guh, I'm about to come!"

The commander's crude voice announced his impending climax. And his hand movements, gripping her hair, quickened.

"Hmp?! Hmbp, mbp, mbp...."

"Guh, huh...."

The commander held Helen's head in both hands and repeatedly shoved it deep into his crotch, pulling and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pushing.

Every time her face was buried in his muscular thighs, his male scent wafted over her. It was a smell familiar to Helen, but not one she could ever like.

The movement of Helen's head grew faster. Then the commander let out a sound as if being wrung out.

"Huh..., hht..., hoo...."

The commander's thighs and buttocks were tensed with all his might, and Helen, buried between his legs, could clearly feel his muscles trembling faintly with climax.

A meager amount of semen spilled into Helen's mouth.

Matthias's body shuddered.

"Cheeky..., bitch."

Without even pulling his member out, the commander let go of the fistfuls of Helen's hair and sagged limply.

Helen swallowed the fluid in her mouth, then began to lick the semen off the commander's penis.

"Do you like it? Dirty bitch."

"...Thank you, Commander."

"Even with reflection, you never get any better."

"I am sorry, Commander."

Interwoven throughout the conversation were the slurping sounds of her tongue licking the commander's member.

Only after the commander signaled with his eyes that he was done did Helen pull up his underwear and straighten his clothes.

"Helen."

"Hngh..., Yes, Commander."

Helen stifled a moan and answered.

The commander's combat boot was grinding into the space between the legs of the kneeling Helen.

The hard tip of the shoe was harshly mashing her lower mound and the cleft between.

"Don't give the Demon King any opening to approach."

Countless questions arose in Helen's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mind.

But her conditioned answer came quickly.

"Yes, Commander."

Having thus finished her 'Reflection,' Helen returned to her room.

"...."

Without a word, Helen placed a hand on her cheek.

When her cool hand touched her swollen cheek, she felt a little better.

A sore but cold sensation.

A warm light flickered briefly in her palm and then vanished. When she removed her hand, her cheek was back to normal. Only a mangled streak of bloodstain remained as a trace.

But there was no mirror in that room. To prevent self-harm, all sharp or hard objects besides the furniture had been cleared away in advance.

So, unaware of the bloodstain, Helen laid her weary body down on the bed.

"Don't give him an opening to approach...."

Everyone in the Order tells me not to tempt him, but I didn't do anything.

I haven't done anything.

Helen closed her eyes.

No emotions stirred in her heart.

Did that mean she should keep her distance from Grünent from now on?

"But I... came to save Grünent."

This rescue party is Grünent's rescue party.

I came here to save her.

If she ever, even by the slightest chance, found herself disobeying the Order's words,

it would be for her sake.

"I am sorry, Commander."

And so, she decided to follow Grünent's words, but to keep a certain distance from the Demon King.

However.

"Hmm? There's something on your nape, Helen."

The Demon King was an exceedingly considerate person.

Roan whispered something to Grünent.

At that, Grünent moistened a napkin with water.

The blood that had seeped into her collar—the blood Helen failed to wipe away after her 'Reflection' the night before—remained.

"Oh my, Helen. Where did this come from?"

And for the first time, Helen felt utterly flustered. She was afraid that the filthy traces of the previous night might somehow touch the precious Grünent.

Reading her emotions, Roan narrowed his eyes.

"La-Lady Grünent! It's fine, I'll...!"

"Is that blood?"

Helen's body froze.

"I'm... not sure... Lady Grünent."

"Hmm. How on earth did this get splashed here?"

Grünent wordlessly wiped Helen's nape clean. Helen's face suddenly blazed bright red.

Roan watched them, chin resting on his hand.

'Did she seriously have a 'Reflection' here?'

He knew roughly what 'Reflection' entailed from Helen's flashbacks and her scenes with the Hero. She might self-flagellate alone with a rod or whip, or get hit by the commander and assist in his masturbation.

That's why he had removed all dangerous objects from the room beforehand. But a bloodstain, and one that had dripped all the way down her neck.

'How did she leave the room?'

The ones guarding Helen's and the Commander's rooms were knights of the Central Knight Order under Minoreus.

They weren't the type to be persuaded by a few clumsy words. How on earth?

'Could it be a skill of that nature?'

Roan ran through the various skills that might deceive or persuade others in his mind.

'Persuasion,' 'Sweet Talk,' 'Charm,' 'Deceit,' 'Reversal'?

But no message appeared to confirm it was the answer.

"Your Majesty?"

"Hmm?"

"Please, eat."

Grünent and Helen were waiting for Roan.

With Roan's permission, Grünent had just invited Helen to join them for breakfast.

"Right."

Grünent's excitement over having a meal with her friend after so long was adorable. Roan looked at Grünent's face and gave a faint smile.

At that moment.

'Just as I thought. It's there.'

Helen furrowed her brows slightly.

The power she felt from the Demon King was very slight, but

it was definitely similar to the power flowing in her own body.

It flickered strongly for an instant and then vanished, so she couldn't be absolutely certain, but rather...

'An even purer energy than mine?'

Her holy power was the strongest and purest in the Church of Laurecia.

Yet the energy she felt from him seemed even keener than her own holy power.

However, it manifested very rarely, and the intensity fluctuated severely, making it difficult to compare.

'Would I have to stay together a bit longer to know? But he told me not to give any opening.'

Recalling the commander's threatening words from the day before, Helen hunched her shoulders slightly.

"Shall I bring you more water?"

Unlike before, the Demon King's dining hall was bustling.

Servants constantly went back and forth between the kitchen and the dining hall, carrying delicious-smelling food,

and the attendants and maids surrounding the table were tending to the three diners' meals.

And the human maid standing behind Helen filled her water glass, asking kindly.

"Thank... you."

"It's nothing."

The maid familiarly placed the water bottle back on a sideboard and leaned against the wall.

Besides her, there were several other humans among the servants coming and going from the kitchen.

Noticing Helen's curious gaze, Grünent smiled back at her.

"They've completed their training here at the castle."

"Training at the castle? You mean servant training?"

"Yeah. Originally, they were prisoners of war, but...."

Grünent looked back at Roan with affectionate eyes.

"His Majesty liberated them from their status as captives and allowed them to work at the castle for wages."

Helen's eyes flew wide open.

There were no demon prisoners. Humans often executed them on the spot, not even feeling the need to torture them for information from what they saw as inferior demons.

Grünent seemed about to say something more, but simply continued her meal with a beaming face.

It was probably because explaining the details would be too cruel. She couldn't say, 'Originally, the humans were treated as meat,' right in front of the humans themselves.

Roan, noticing this, remarked casually.

"Grünent. I know you're busy, but how about taking Helen to the company sometime soon?"

Grünent's eyes grew round.

"Your Majesty?!"

Helen, too, was startled by the unexpected words and stared blankly at the Demon King. But the Demon King merely spoke with a faint smile, as if it were nothing.

"Showing her the kind of work you do won't be a bad thing. As long as she doesn't leave the trading company building and only travels between there and the castle, it's fine. The manager of the company, who is it again?"

"Do you mean Naore?"

The one in charge of field operations and security at the company.

The reason Naore had secured the position closest to Grünent over Aranya's clan members was because the role also doubled as a bodyguard.

They said he was a relative of the previous generation, so there was no room for betrayal. Indeed, he did resemble the Demon King.

"Yes. Make sure she is always accompanied by him."

"Ah, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Grünent jumped up and pecked Roan on the cheek. Roan stroked her hair.

Helen bit her lip firmly.

'That can't be brainwashing.'

No matter how much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you brainwash someone with drugs, they can't express affection like that if they hate the Demon King.

Those were Grünent's true feelings.

If one could just set aside the prejudice that he was the Demon King, the two of them looked like a happily married couple.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After expressing her gratitude to the Demon King, Helen offered a prayer inwardly.

Oh Goddess, what should I do?