Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: An Unheroic Hero
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A hero needs companions.
They can't always make the right choice in every situation, so they need comrades to cover for their shortcomings.
Ashy Grayfield was a prickly woman.
No one knew why, but she was hostile toward people, and as a result, she had no reliable companions.
No one stayed by Ashy's side.
— Kuhahaha! This familiar stench must be from those pigeon bastards! Are you the daughter of pigeons, bitch?
She encountered a demon.
It was a demon devouring humans in an empty village.
Ashy naturally drew her Holy Sword.
It wasn't out of pity for the already dead humans.
She just hated the demon cackling in front of her.
To kill the demon blocking her path and continue on her way.
Ashy swung her Holy Sword.
But the demon before her was no ordinary being.
It wasn't weak enough to fall to a single hero.
Ashy tasted defeat for the first time.
In a life-or-death situation, just as the demon's claws were about to rip out her heart, the demon had a change of heart.
It showed mercy for reasons unknown.
— I can't erase the evidence of the heavens' intervention with my own hands. Guess I'll let you live, bitch. You're lucky, little pigeon.
The demon turned its back.
In a village turned hellscape of human corpses, Ashy stood dazed.
A deferred death and humiliation.
She gritted her teeth.
However, her body wouldn't move.
Her limbs trembled, on the verge of collapse.
She needed to move somewhere to recover—
Ashy turned in the opposite direction from where the demon had gone.
She dragged her broken body along the mountain path.
Could she survive?
Ashy checked her condition and let out a deep sigh.
Pain wasn't the issue.
Her body was such a mess now that recovery was impossible.
To the point where even walking was no longer feasible.
She squeezed out every last bit of strength and moved for half a day.
Slow as it was, she took one step at a time.
The surrounding noises faded, leaving only the sounds from within her body.
She thought her desperate struggle to avoid death was pathetic.
But truly, she didn't want to die.
It felt so unfair.
She had lived in the church since childhood, repeating training day after day.
The thought of dying so pointlessly made it impossible to close her eyes in peace.
Against Ashy's will, her body refused to obey.
"Ah."
When she came to, her body had already collapsed.
Her face buried in the cold dirt, barely breathing.
She couldn't even stand.
'...For real.'
She vomited blood.
Forcing out the pooled blood from her ruined insides.
"Fuck..."
Her warmth faded bit by bit, strength draining from her body.
At that moment, she sensed a presence.
Someone approaching her.
"...I thought it was a wild boar or something."
A man's voice.
Strangely, his voice came through clearly to her fading ears.
Her body twitched.
Her survival instinct desperately tried to send a signal.
"What the— a Holy Sword?"
The man spotted the Holy Sword Ashy carried.
Seeing it carelessly lying on the ground, he approached to check on the fallen hero.
"...Fuck off, don't touch me. Unless you want to die."
The moment the man's hand reached out, Ashy growled.
A rising disgust from deep within sharpened her tone.
But what was this?
The man showed no sign of backing off despite her thorns.
He peered at her face and muttered calmly.
"...Ashy Grayfield?"
"......"
Ashy bit her lip hard.
No more blood to spill, yet it turned bright red.
"...Hmm."
With Ashy before him, the man hesitated.
He looked down at her with uneasy eyes, as if he'd met someone he shouldn't have.
Feeling the emotion in that gaze, Ashy snapped in fury.
It was pointless yelling while sprawled out, but still.
The man flipped her over.
Ash-colored hair soaked in blood, sky-blue eyes trembling with anxiety.
A woman who had to survive to protect this world.
'Why the hell is it so tangled up like this.'
The man scowled and tended to Ashy.
For now, he had to save her.
"Hero, getto da ze."
"Let go of me, you fucking bastard...! Kkh...!"
"What a pain in the ass."
The man, Kang Ajin, dragged Ashy all the way to his solitary cabin in the remote woods.
Night passed, and the sun rose.
Birds chirped outside the window.
Large breasts pressed against him, crushing him.
Lying in the narrow bed with Ashy.
'I'm exhausted.'
He couldn't get proper sleep.
It was more tiring than when he first fell into this world.
A sweet scent wafted from Ashy beside him, her soft skin touching his.
His dick kept trying to get hard whenever he had a moment, making it hurt.
Still, the mental satisfaction was immense.
Exhausted, yet not exhausted.
A strange state of alertness persisted.
A woman's body felt better than expected.
Even without touching or inserting, it was satisfying enough.
'She said she'd give me her first time.'
He'd spent the night sorting his thoughts.
Analyzing the conditions given to him, filtering them, interpreting the situation positively.
It was impossible not to understand the meaning.
Ashy had returned because she wanted to build a family with him.
In other words, she ultimately wanted to be with him and bear his children.
And in that context, mentioning her first time naturally pointed to sex.
He opened his eyes and looked at Ashy.
Ashy snuggled into him, rubbing her body against his.
His dick was still locked in the chastity cage, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as yesterday.
His body felt uneasy, but his mind was at ease.
'...Removing the slave brand was part of that too.'
In a way, it was convenient for her to have the slave brand on his body.
Even if she didn't actively use it, from Ashy's perspective, there was no reason to break it.
She treated him as she pleased but didn't see him as a slave.
It was hard to understand, but if it was Ashy's way of showing affection...
'I can accept that.'
Unknowingly, he stroked Ashy's hair.
Since she'd showered and gone straight to bed, a pleasant fragrance emanated.
Even as a discarded heroine, a heroine was still a heroine.
Even if dirtied, she smelled sweet.
"Sniff sniff."
His dick twitched in response.
If not for the chastity cage, it would've gotten hard like morning roll call.
'Amazing.'
The novel proceeded from Luke's perspective, with descriptions varying in his monologues.
Heroines who had relations with Luke were invariably described as having a sweet taste.
Not metaphorically, but literally.
In contrast, ordinary extras were described with fishy tastes, rancid smells, blunt words chosen deliberately.
The author distinguishing between heroines and extras.
'That setting became reality...'
A fresh scent always came from Ashy's body.
Smelling it naturally lifted his mood.
"...Puppyyy..."
Ashy murmured in her sleep, calling him.
What was she trying to say?
He calmed his tense heart and listened closely.
"Pet me more..."
She mumbled sleepily and lowered her arm.
Patting his chest, brushing his side, heading toward the secret depths.
"What are you—"
"Stay still, Puppy..."
Ashy stretched her hand to his waist, pulling it aside and going lower.
She touched his dick and gripped his balls.
Cuddled in his arms, she started fondling.
"Ah..."
He let her have his groin for a while.
Her hand burrowed between his legs, fidgeting; he couldn't pull it away.
As Ashy instructed, he stroked her slightly tousled ash-colored hair, waiting for release.
"Hngh, kkhng."
"......"
She giggled, breathing heavily through her nose.
Grinning as she rubbed her face on his chest.
"...For two years, I dreamed of mornings like this. It feels so good..."
"Enough already—"
"Don't like it?"
"...My dick hurts because of the chastity cage."
Frustration aside.
Every time her lewd body made him want to get hard, it hurt.
Whether unaccustomed or not, his dick ached more than expected.
"Mm, then I'll loosen it a bit before we head out."
Ashy released his balls and got out of bed.
Seeing her stand, he wondered how they'd fit in this narrow bed.
"The key's still there."
Ashy picked up the chastity key from the table and approached.
Why was the chastity key sitting plainly on the table?
It was a provocative challenge: run if you dare.
Of course, he had no intention of running.
Fleeing with nothing would just make him someone else's slave.
Better to be Ashy's toy than a sex slave to a shit gay like Gertong.
"Bring your dick here."
He got out of bed and went close to Ashy.
Sitting on the edge, he thrust his hips forward a bit.
Should he pull down his pants himself?
Or let Ashy do it?
During injections, he did it himself, so probably best to undress himself.
He pulled down his pants slightly, exposing his dick.
The male chastity device locked on his dick, its pitiful state caught his eye.
Masculinity completely castrated—
He stared blankly, waiting for release.
Ashy tossed a remark as he gawked.
"Don't you have something to say?"
"......"
When 'asking' for something, he had to call Ashy 'Master' and state his request.
That's what she demanded.
"...Master, please unlock the chastity cage."
"And?"
"...?"
Were there other protocols or conditions?
He couldn't recall well.
It was just yesterday, yet his mind went blank.
Ashy glared with fierce eyes.
Snorting as if she'd let it slide once.
"Puppy, do you love me? Or not?"
"...I love you, I do."
He spat it out immediately.
'...She didn't mention any other conditions.'
Unfair, but unavoidable.
From the thorough sub's position, he had to strip when the dom said so.
Dick or ass.
If the partner were a shit gay, it'd be his back hole.
Chills ran down his spine.
"I love you, Master."
True words slipped from his mouth.
Ashy was pretty, kind, a good woman anyway.
Thanks for protecting his ass from Gertong.
He could say he loved her a hundred times.
If that's all she wanted.
Ashy's face flushed pink.
"...I'm letting it slide just this once."
"Yes."
Click—.
Ashy inserted the key into the chastity lock and turned it.
The lock released, and the silver cage opened.
A refreshing feeling washed over him.
"Whoa, whoa..."
"But no cumming. Don't forget you have to hold out for a week."
"Yeah."
The freed dick hardened instantly.
Rock hard.
Virile erection throbbing, raging with desire for pussy.
How good would it feel to cum right now?
He glanced at Ashy slyly.
"...Master."
"Absolutely not. Even if Puppy 'begs,' I won't budge, so endure it."
Ashy was firm.
Feeling her resolve, he had no choice but to give up.
"Just hold out a week. You can do that much."
"...Yeah..."
Strip if told to.
He enjoyed the freedom for about 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, Ashy finished showering and dressed.
Her voluptuous figure stood out even clothed.
Still, less stimulating than her bare pale skin.
His erection naturally subsided.
"Time to check out and go. Come here."
Right after showering, Ashy beckoned him.
While he wiped off and stood dazed, her hand gripped his dick and fitted the chastity cage.
Click—.
His lower body felt heavy again.
But better than yesterday.
'...If I beg pitifully, she'll unlock it.'
He'd figured that out.