Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: An Unheroic Hero
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The carriage barreled on without stopping.
They'd taken one major break that doubled as lunch, so the goal was to cover as much ground as possible by pushing hard.
During that stretch, I was completely at Ashy's mercy.
Right there in the carriage, with mercenaries and adventurers on high alert.
"Traveling solo is just so boring and dull, you know? But playing with Puppy's dick should keep things plenty entertaining."
"...Everyone else is gonna hate it though. Nngh..."
"Who? Who's gonna hate it? Who'd dare show it in front of me?"
"Mmph... Ah!"
Ashy kneaded my balls.
Every time I tried to argue back, she'd clamp down hard, silencing me.
Then she'd burst into giggles.
She smiled so freely and genuinely, it left me dumbfounded.
Forget her brazen touches—even her casual remarks embarrassed me to no end.
My face burned bright red.
My dick wasn't even getting hard; it was just being toyed with.
At some point, I stopped even thinking about getting erect.
Maybe I should just grope her back.
It'd feel less unfair that way.
But I lacked the guts.
The guts to roughly manhandle Ashy's breasts—
I bit my lips tight and whimpered under her touch.
"Puppy."
She'd occasionally demand kisses too, so I couldn't even stay quiet.
I had to face her and part my lips.
Ashy lunged at my mouth, slipping her tongue inside.
Her once-awkward tongue play had grown lewd and skilled.
I was racking up experience points, in a way.
Smack, slurp.
"Haa... Puppy..."
I passed the time offering her my balls and lips.
We clung so stickily that the carriage air grew stiflingly hot.
─ We'll camp here tonight and depart at dawn tomorrow!
The horses neighed as the carriage halted.
Mercenaries and adventurers stretched their stiff limbs.
They'd been too tense around Ashy to move much, so bones cracked noisily all around.
We all piled out in a rush.
Light was fading fast from the sky.
The sun was setting quicker than usual.
Probably because we were on mountain roads.
They used the carriage as one wall, tying the horses off to the side.
The horses whinnied and snorted, clearly restless in the cramped setup.
"Pitch the tent over there. Set up the poles."
"Move it, quick! Secure spots first, then prep dinner—"
White Rose Merchant Group workers and other adventurers bustled about.
They set up spots for sleeping.
Each group clustered together.
Mercenaries with mercenaries.
Adventurers with their parties.
White Rose Merchant Group with their own.
Once gathered, our group looked pitifully sparse.
Hero Ashy and her sex slave(?) Kang Ajin.
That was it.
With limits on what we could carry by weight and volume, we hadn't brought our own tent.
We had to lay out sleeping bags on the bare dirt and crash there.
Complaining about sleeping arrangements right after escaping slavery...
I reflected on my own pettiness as I pulled out my sleeping bag.
"Nah, we can get a tent too. Hold on."
Ashy strode off purposefully.
She headed straight for the White Rose Merchant Group, who were busy pitching theirs.
The workers called over Prim.
Dumping it straight on the boss.
They talked it over.
My hearing wasn't great, and it was noisy anyway, so I couldn't catch much.
Prim summoned a few workers.
Gesturing and issuing orders.
Ashy returned with a satisfied grin.
"I scored us a tent."
Workers trailed behind her in a herd.
They started setting up one of the merchant group's spare tents right next to our spot.
"...What about your reputation...?"
"Don't care. As long as my fame keeps rising."
Kill one person, you're a murderer.
Kill ten thousand, you're a hero.
Just slay Demon King Baal.
Then throwing tantrums and lording it over everyone gets a pass.
That seemed to be her logic.
'Whatever for me...'
As long as I could sleep a bit more comfortably, I didn't mind.
The tent wasn't huge.
Just big enough for the two of us to sprawl out comfortably.
But that was plenty fine.
I grabbed my sleeping bag and crawled inside.
Laid it out neatly on the ground.
"Kinda cozy in here."
Having a tent versus not made a world of difference.
I couldn't believe I'd even considered sleeping on bare dirt.
I felt like an idiot.
Ashy followed me in.
The tent was so low she couldn't even stand straight.
But she didn't complain, just flashed a pleased smile.
A mischievous, impish grin—like she was plotting something.
"With the tent up, no one outside has a clue what we're up to—"
"......"
She crawled toward me lewdly.
Her shadowed face brimmed with playfulness.
My dick twitched involuntarily.
'...After she toyed with me all day in the carriage, now I'm conditioned...'
It reacted automatically, against my will.
Pure spinal reflex.
"Wanna grab dinner first?"
Ashy beamed at me.
Before I could answer, a sly hand crept up from my crotch.
I glanced down to check.
"...Ah."
Ashy’s small, delicate hand was gently stroking the front of my pants.
She was so quick, I hadn't even noticed her sneaking it up here.
"Let's head out."
I crawled out of the tent with Ashy.
Up close, it looked more like an A-frame tent.
'2x2 size.'
Exactly like four A-frames stuck together.
Whoosh—
Ashy lit a fire.
Night had fallen, so each flicker felt atmospheric.
We handled dinner much like lunch.
Decent enough fare.
On adventures, you can't expect gourmet meals.
Anyone who does deserves pity for being so naive and dumb.
'Can't even bathe most times.'
That's why basic spells like 'Water' and 'Clean' are so valuable.
Higher proficiency means stronger streams and better comfort—
Nothing to lose, all to gain.
If I get the chance later, I'll learn them for sure.
Boosting my value like that is good for my mental health.
Munch munch—
I brushed my teeth simply with a ritual tool.
A civilized convenience from basic enchantments.
Very satisfying.
"Puppy."
Ashy called me over.
Her face lit with anticipation, right after eating.
Post-meal horniness again.
She placed a hand on my shoulder for a kiss.
I puckered up as she leaned in slowly.
Then I glanced back at the presence behind me.
A White Rose Merchant Group worker stood close, trembling as he stared.
Ashy's eyes curved like a demon's.
The worker's voice quivered like a mouse before a cat.
"...P-Prim wants to s-see you for a moment, Hero... ma'am..."
"Why?"
Ashy barely restrained her anger as she shot back.
Her sky-blue eyes were rolling back, whites showing.
For her to hold back this much was impressive restraint.
"N-Night watch. We need to set the watch rotation... Eek!"
Ashy's eyes flashed mid-sentence.
She took a step toward the worker.
He flinched, arms up over his head defensively.
As if expecting a beating.
"Take me to Prim."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!"
"Puppy, get in the tent, take off your pants, and wait."
She tossed me that half-assed order, then headed for Prim's tent.
I sighed deeply watching her go.
Mercenaries and adventurers' stares prickled like needles.
"Hero's got herself a cute boyfriend."
"Kinda bugs me seeing that fluffy little bitch act all high and mighty."
The mercenaries mostly spat harsh words,
"If you wanna wash up later, come find me. Name's Dane."
"Have a good love life. Hero's awesome."
While the adventurers cheered us on kindly.
One adventurer—forced earlier to use 'Water' magic under Ashy's threats—even approached me personally, saying to seek him out anytime I needed help.
The reactions were polar opposites, naturally siding me with the adventurers.
I wanted to get closer to them if possible.
"Thank you..."
Was gratitude appropriate?
Feeling awkward, I bowed politely.
Ashy was rude, so I had to make up for it with manners.
Plus, minus, zero.
Whatever I could do, I would.
I obediently crawled back into the tent.
In the cramped space, I pondered briefly.
She said take off my pants and wait—did I really have to?
My mind split into two factions debating the topic.
One: Strip.
The other: Don't.
'...Intense debate.'
She ordered it, so best to follow her words to the letter.
Nothing to lose—that was pro-strip.
A man's pride exists, though; waiting naked in a tent crosses into bitch territory.
That was anti-strip.
Both options appealed.
The former was safe, conservative betting—eliminating risks.
The latter protected my dwindling pride—a reverse bet.
As I agonized, Ashy crawled in.
I scooted back hurriedly and faced her.
I hadn't stripped.
My fragile pride wouldn't allow it.
"...What? I said take off your pants and wait."
"......"
"Why're you still wearing them?"
Ashy glared at me.
Irritation edged her voice.
Shit.
Betting fail.
Worst-case scenario.
I'd poked the already pissed-off Ashy.
"Huh? Why're you still dressed?"
"...W-Well..."
My brain spun frantically.
Come up with words to defuse this.
'Kang Ajin...!'
I analyzed her personality, marshaling everything I knew.
And spat out rough words.
Packing in as much sincerity as possible.
"...I w-wanted you to take them off for me!"
"You wanted me to take them off?"
"Like... like last night!"
Right before the ball massage, Ashy had pulled down my pants.
Just a tug, really.
I seized on that clue.
I framed it as loving her hands undressing me.
Not resisting out of dislike.
Waiting for something better—you, Ashy.
Her expression softened a bit.
Not bad.
"...Ahem, yeah?"
Ashy smirked slyly.
Her regressor self had max affection for me.
Package it right, and it'd slide.
"Then you gotta ask nicely, Puppy. Right?"
"......"
Trying to save pride nearly fucked me.
Bend this time—no question.
I moistened my lips and spoke.
"...Please take off my pants, Master..."
My meek whisper melted her gaze into goo.
Ashy grinned ear-to-ear and approached.
"Sure thing, c'mere."
Breathing heavily through her nose, she started untying my pants' waist cord.