Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: An Unheroic Hero
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It's still night.
The sun hasn't risen yet, leaving the sky pitch black.
Even though the entire continent enjoys a warm climate, the early morning chill makes my body shiver.
I carefully crawled out of my sleeping bag.
The weather was chillier than expected, so I rubbed my arms vigorously.
Ashy lay in her sleeping bag, staring straight at me.
Her eyes brimmed with curiosity, as if she were determined to watch whatever I was up to.
'...Shit, a wet dream.'
I need to drain it regularly.
If I don't, I end up having a wet dream, and those are truly awful.
Not only do I hate messing myself up in my sleep, but having to clean it afterward is even worse...
I fumbled with my pants and took them off.
Ashy was watching, but there was no helping it.
She knew anyway.
Judging by what she'd just said, it was clear.
She was fully aware of the situation.
"...Doesn't the sleeping bag smell?"
"It's soaked in Puppy's scent, so I like it."
Ashy wriggled happily inside her sleeping bag, as if she'd gained some advantage.
The sight left me dumbfounded.
I barely suppressed the sigh threatening to escape.
"...I'll go wash this."
"Where? It's dawn—no adventurers around to help."
If I can't cast 'Water' magic myself, generating water is impossible.
Without water, I can't rinse my cum-soaked underwear.
Ashy lifted the edge of her sleeping bag and patted it.
As if telling me to tidy up roughly and come join her—
"I have watch duty later, okay? I'll wash it then. Just leave the underwear in the corner."
"......"
After having a wet dream, hand my cum-stained underwear to the hero Ashy?
Maybe she'd be better off ordering me to die.
It felt like a choice worth considering.
As I hesitated, Ashy pressed harder, more forcefully.
"Hurry up. I need a bit more sleep before my watch. I'm tired."
"......"
She said she had watch duty.
Ashy, who only cared about herself, volunteering for watch?
Hard to believe, but the regressed Ashy had grown a little kinder.
"What about me? Do I not have watch?"
"Puppy's fine. I'll cover for you."
"......"
I'm exempt from watch duty.
I knew how miserable night shifts were, so I felt a twinge of guilt.
But leaving me on watch felt uneasy for the group anyway.
I swallowed my pride and dealt with the underwear.
But that only handled one thing.
The most important part—my dick—was still left.
I need to wash my cum-marinated dick to sleep comfortably.
This is why I hate wet dreams.
Exhausting, painful, miserable.
"My crotch feels sticky. Better go wash up."
Best to put my pants back on, head out, and find some water.
Ask the adventurer on watch for help...
Then Ashy beckoned me.
"I'll suck it clean. Bring a handkerchief and your dick."
"...What?"
Her offer to suck it off snapped me awake.
Already alert from the wet dream, now sleep was out of the question.
Still, she offered, so I grabbed a handkerchief from my bag.
Then I crawled over to Ashy and presented my cum-covered dick.
Ashy looked up at me and let out a smirk.
"You're quick when you want to be, Puppy."
"Call it obedient."
"Sit."
I sat down as ordered.
Ashy poked her head slightly out of her sleeping bag and grasped my dick with her fingers.
She pinched it between index and middle finger, rolling it playfully.
My flaccid dick looked cuter than expected.
Under her touch, it began to swell bit by bit.
As it slowly grew, Ashy took it whole into her mouth.
"Haum! Chuuup, chup!"
"Hup...!"
Too dark to see clearly, but it felt like she'd mouthed it.
The sensation from below was unmistakable—something wet and warm enveloping and sucking my dick.
My dick hardened.
Ashy spat it out and stuck out her tongue, licking every corner of my balls.
Leaving her saliva, her mark.
My dick and balls filled with Ashy's scent.
"Ashy..."
"Now wipe with the handkerchief."
The wet dream hadn't sated my lust.
I wanted to cum, but she wouldn't let me.
Frustrating.
But I couldn't demand it.
Ashy controlled my orgasms to maximize conception chances by breaking through the basement.
Begging to cum like a whiny brat felt selfish.
I wiped off Ashy's saliva instead of cum.
Not as refreshing as water, but good enough.
Less sticky, so I could sleep again.
I cleaned my saliva-smeared dick as best I could and pulled up my pants.
Uncomfortable without underwear, but bearable.
I slipped into the sleeping bag and snuggled up beside Ashy.
Ashy, who'd been watching me, smiled contentedly.
"Time for me to get back to watch."
"...Huh?"
"I was on watch but snuck in for a break."
Ashy slipped out of my arms and left the sleeping bag.
While she slacked off briefly, I'd had my wet dream.
In her arms, no less.
"No more unlocking the chastity belt from now on. Unlock it, and you wet dream right away. Ah."
With that half-hearted reflection, Ashy stepped out of the tent.
Left alone, I lay staring blankly at the ceiling.
Soon, overwhelming sleepiness took over, and I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, the air felt quite chilly.
Instinctively, I pulled Ashy close beside me.
A little warmer.
"Puppy, wake up before your dick gets hard."
Ashy, wrapped around my waist and behaving herself, whispered.
Sure enough, my dick was already stirring early in the dawn.
"......"
I got out of the sleeping bag and lowered my pants a bit.
Ashy fetched the silver chastity belt and fitted it on my dick.
*Click*—
The lock snapping shut sent chills down my spine.
The hefty weight of the chastity belt reminded me how good freedom felt, if only briefly.
"Puppy, your underwear's here."
My underwear looked fluffy and dry.
I took it from Ashy and quickly changed into it.
Turning away to avoid her gaze—
"Puppy's ass is pretty too."
"......"
"No wonder that Gertong bastard wanted it. But it's mine this time..."
I heard her smacking her lips from behind, but I ignored it.
I dressed fully and stepped out of the tent.
Merchant group workers bustled about.
Mercenaries and adventurers too.
But the atmosphere felt different from yesterday.
"......?"
A distance had grown between the mercenaries and adventurers.
They huddled in groups, muttering and glaring at each other.
Previously scattered factions had regrouped by profession, eyeing the opposing side warily.
Like they were about to brawl.
We felt like total outsiders...
"Puppy, fold our sleeping bags and pack them."
"Okay."
"I'll prep breakfast."
"Okay."
"Love me?"
"Huh?"
"......"
Her sudden question drew an unwitting confused reply.
In that instant, Ashy shot her arm out.
No time to react—I was caught.
Ashy grabbed my balls and squeezed.
*Squeeze*—
"Hup...!"
My body stiffened rigidly.
Strength drained away; to stay upright, I leaned on Ashy's slender shoulder, hand pressing down.
Practically draped over her.
"Puppy. Why'd you answer like that last?"
"Wh-what'd I do wrong...!"
"Why the question mark at the end?"
"Sorry, I'm sorry!"
Ashy glared with eerie eyes.
Even my heartfelt apology didn't seem to sway her.
I yelped out a confession.
Pleading for her to forgive me—
"I love you. I love you, Ashy! Master! I love you!"
"...Do it again, and you're in big trouble."
"Yes! Aye, sir! Got it!"
Finally satisfied, Ashy released my pants.
"Hoo, haa..."
It throbbed genuinely.
Felt like a mangled animal.
Tattered.
But I survived.
I wiped cold sweat and looked up.
Felt surrounding stares.
I gave an awkward smile and ducked back into the tent to fold the sleeping bags.
Packed them, gathered our gear.
Ready for departure after breakfast.
Merchant workers dismantled and carried off tents.
I ate with Ashy.
After, we chewed rittol, rinsed with water, then kissed.
If I initiated eagerly or acted needy, Ashy giggled delightedly.
Seemed to relish teasing and tormenting me for her thrill, her pleasure.
"We'll depart shortly!"
Prim's voice rang out.
I packed up and boarded the White Rose Merchant Group's wagon.
Mercenaries and adventurers boarded calmly too.
"Hm?"
The seating was different from yesterday.
Mercenaries had been in front of us before; now it was adventurers.
Ashy didn't care.
Whatever mercenaries or adventurers did, she paid no mind.
"Puppy, come here."
Delightfully, Ashy's interest was in my dick.
She shoved me into the wagon's corner right away.
Grinned lewdly.
Her hand slipping into my waistband felt inevitable.
"......"
My dick couldn't fully erect.
But I'd adapted somewhat, so it was okay.
—Departing!
As the wagon started, Ashy fiddled with my balls.
When she demanded a kiss, I offered my lips accordingly.
Couldn't cum, but we enjoyed intense skinship.
"...Ashy, I'm sleepy..."
Didn't sleep well last night.
Drowsiness poured even as she toyed with my dick.
Ashy noticed my state.
Recognized I was truly exhausted.
She withdrew her hand from my pants.
"Sleep deep till the rest stop. Might not be comfy."
"...Yeah..."
Eyelids grew heavy, head lolling wildly.
Ashy's hand gently stroked my hair, granting permission softly.
I could rest on her shoulder until the wagon stopped.
Then, major rest stop.
Trouble erupted.
While preparing lunch, mercenaries and adventurers clashed.
"Stop it. Why do you keep groping me since watch duty?"
"Can't I?"
A male mercenary and female adventurer argued.
The spat spread like wildfire, escalating group against group.
Atmosphere overheated.
"Why, why are you doing this?"
Prim tried mediating frantically.
Wedge between mercenaries and adventurers to prevent a fight.
One mercenary pointed our way.
The man who'd sat in front of us yesterday.
"Know what the hero does in the wagon? Constantly groping that guy's junk for fun."
"......"
As if by agreement, everyone shut up.
Mercenaries and adventurers, bickering moments ago, united.
"Won't even let him rest... Ruins his condition completely."
"......"
"So I wanted some fun too. You've suffered from the hero—enjoy it, right?"
"No. I've told you repeatedly I don't want it."
A burly mercenary harassed the female adventurer.
That sparked the quarrel.
I glanced stealthily at Ashy.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Ashy wore her usual face.
The scream came from the female adventurer.
The mercenary's head before her rolled on the dirt.
"Wh-what the!"
"You adventurer fuckers! Want to die!?"
"You attacked first. We're innocent!"
"Ev-everyone! Please don't fight!"
In the chaos of shouts and screams, amid the turmoil, Ashy quietly raised her hand.
A subtle killing intent dominated the crowd.
"Anyone still want to keep bitching?"
Looking closely—
Ashy's hand was drenched in blood.