Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: The Hero's Neat Revenge
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Baronies, counties, duchies, marquisates.
As territories grow larger, they become harder to manage.
No single lord can control every inch of land.
So they appoint knights.
They bestow the title of viscount—the lowest rank, a quasi-noble—and entrust them with running the cities.
Lizn had one too.
Baron Gertong resided in Poston, the city at the heart of his barony, while the outskirts city of Lizn was governed by its resident viscount knight.
Bordo, Baron Gertong's knight.
That was the name of Lizn's ruling viscount.
We left Lian's house and headed for Bordo's mansion.
To borrow some horses.
"We'll ride to Poston. It's not easy renting a carriage inside the barony."
"Not easy" didn't mean it was actually difficult.
It just took too long and was a hassle.
So we were traveling on horseback instead.
That was the point.
I didn't care how we got there.
I was just following behind Ashy like a lost puppy.
Bordo's mansion was small and cozy.
He didn't seem the type to flaunt his wealth.
Or maybe the tribute he had to pay Gertong was enormous.
'...Probably the latter, since he's a shit gay.'
He'd been ready to drop a fortune—hundreds of millions of sol—just to snag one male slave.
Nobles' funds came from squeezing their territories dry with taxes.
Taking that into account, it wasn't hard to guess Gertong's true nature.
We waited briefly at the entrance to Bordo's mansion.
Not going in ourselves—Bordo came rushing out barefoot.
Ashy had ordered the mansion guards to fetch him.
"H-Hero!"
Bordo was a soft-jowled, plump man.
So hefty it was almost embarrassing to call him a knight.
He clearly hadn't seen real action in ages.
"You know why we're here?"
"Y-Yes, of course."
"Lead the way."
Ashy put Bordo out front.
He led us to the stables.
The modest stable housed five horses in total.
Knight's horses, so they had to be top-notch compared to the rest.
"Hero, this one's sharp and sturdy. Stamina like you wouldn't believe."
Neigh! The fine horses reared up on their front legs, whinnying proudly.
As if showing off their strength.
Bordo boasted about one horse in particular.
Sweat beading on its coat as it eyed Ashy nervously.
Ashy ignored the one Bordo pointed out.
She brushed past it and indicated another.
"That one's not bad."
"...G-Gerok, you mean?"
"Gerok?"
"...Th-the black one's name."
"No, not him. The brown one next to it."
Ashy glanced around the stable and picked one out.
A brown horse with a glossy coat.
"Bolt... Bolt, you mean...?"
Ashy nodded.
Bordo's face fell in dismay.
Like a middle schooler agonizing over how to lend his eraser to a bully without losing it.
Then our eyes met—
"H-Haha."
Catching Ashy's gaze, Bordo let out an awkward chuckle.
Forcing down the nervous twitch at the corner of his eye.
"That one's a real beast. Won't let anyone but its owner ride, and it's hurt plenty of people..."
"Who's the owner?"
"M-Me."
Anyone could see it was an exceptional horse.
Even I, a total amateur, could feel the aura radiating from it.
A smart, sturdy steed like that was priceless.
Weighing the horse's value, Bordo hesitated.
Should he lend it or not—
Ashy narrowed her eyes, glaring at him.
The faint killing intent rising within her sharpened to a razor's edge.
"Don't wanna give it up?"
"...N-No, I just worry it might tire you out, Hero."
"I'll handle it."
At Ashy's forceful tone, Bordo shrank back.
Even a trained knight couldn't stand up to her.
Bordo led Bolt out of the stable with a gloomy expression.
Snort.
The horse's face looked stormy.
Full of rebellion, as if furious at being chosen.
"B-Bolt. Th-Think you can carry the Hero?"
Bordo addressed the horse.
As if begging it to throw a fit.
"Out of the way."
Ashy shoved Bordo aside and seized the reins.
Then she locked eyes with it in a battle of wills.
Snort.
"Bolt...! Y-You!"
The brown horse bowed its head low.
Submitting to Ashy without a fight.
Bordo rushed to the horse in a panic.
Stroking its flank and muttering pitifully.
"You're not like this usually. You reject all outsiders. So why...!"
He must have figured even the Hero would get the cold shoulder from its usual prickly attitude.
Then he wouldn't have to lend it out.
At least he could protect Bolt that way...
Ashy shot a cold look at the back of Bordo's head.
"Your tone says you're unhappy about me taking him."
"N-No, not at all..."
Caught off guard, Bordo flinched and backed away.
He couldn't refuse a Hero's request for aid.
As a knight-sworn noble, Bordo had a duty to support her.
Not some common mainlander—a full Hero.
"No time, so I'll let it slide this once."
Ashy spared Bordo punishment.
She didn't draw her holy sword—just let it go.
She was taming Bolt.
In mere minutes, the horse seemed to relish her touch.
'...Heroine through and through.'
The readers hated her, but Ashy had all the heroine traits.
Loved and pursued by everyone.
Her prickly personality kept companions away, but...
That raw appeal was undeniable.
"I'll take this one."
Snort.
"Bolt's on board too."
She could even interpret the horse's whinny?
Ashy spoke for it on her own.
The horse didn't exactly protest.
"...A-All right..."
Bordo handed Bolt over, eyes glistening with tears.
Refusing a Hero's demand would've been flat-out defiance.
"Please bring Bolt home safe..."
"I'll think about it."
"Hero, please..."
"Get lost already."
Ashy waved him off.
A gesture telling him the audience was over.
Bordo's face crumpled.
Ashy refused further talk.
She turned to me.
"Puppy, can you get on a horse?"
"...I'll give it a shot."
Horses were bigger than I expected.
Even with a saddle, mounting wasn't straightforward.
'Like hopping on a bike, maybe.'
Put one foot in the stirrup, swing the other leg over.
Like launching a powerful roundhouse kick toward the sky.
After some mental rehearsal, it seemed doable.
I figured I could pull it off.
I stood on the horse's left, slipped my left foot into the stirrup, and gave a gentle bounce.
"One, two, three...!"
I grabbed the horse's neck like a lifeline and kicked up with my right leg.
Imagining a taekwondo heavy bag up there, I swung myself agilely—
Neigh!
"Easy now."
The horse bucked to throw me, but Ashy calmed it.
She gripped the reins tight, settling its agitation.
"Huff, huff..."
I was up.
No matter how I looked at it, way too high.
A fall meant serious injury at best. Terrifying.
"Puppy, not bad at all."
"Haha."
Ashy clapped like a seal, praising me.
Nothing special, but it made me swell with pride anyway.
"I'll handle the riding, though."
I had no clue how to ride.
Ashy got me up here; without her, I'd have tumbled off immediately.
"Up I go...!"
Ashy hopped on lightly.
"...?"
She mounted behind me, wedged her hand under my butt, and lifted me slightly.
Slid her thigh underneath.
"Ashy?"
"Hold still."
My body shifted as she hoisted me.
Was I riding the horse or her?
Hard to tell.
"This seems kinda dangerous..."
"I'll hold you. You won't fall."
My foot slipped from the stirrup.
Ashy's took its place.
I had no way to balance.
She sat in the saddle; I was perched right on top of her.
Not just on her thigh—I was leaning into her breasts too...
My dick twitched and hardened.
The soft give of her tits was too much.
Amazed it could still get up after all that earlier action.
Was my stamina that insane?
No.
I figured it was average.
Ashy was just too damn sexy.
Sexy scent, sexy curves, pretty face.
Everything about her screamed temptation.
"Puppy, grip this tight."
Ashy handed me the reins.
So I could direct the horse.
"Don't drop 'em, got it?"
"I don't know how to do this."
"It's fine. I'll help."
Ashy let go of the reins.
Her arms were free now.
"...Ashy?"
"Shh. Be good."
One arm wrapped around my waist; the other hand undid my belt.
She was stripping my pants off.
I panicked and asked her.
I had a pretty good idea what she was up to, but I had to say it.
"What're you...?"
"Bored on the road. Gonna play with Puppy's dick."
She tugged at my waistband and pulled my cock out.
Grabbed my balls too, hauling everything free.
"Alright, let's go."
Neigh!
The horse started walking on its own.
As if it understood Ashy—
"We're really doing this?"
"Yup."
Ashy reached out boldly.
The moment the horse moved, she seized my cock and fondled it.
"...This is insane."
"Feels good though, right Puppy?"
Ashy whispered from behind.
Couldn't see ahead because of me, but she wasn't scared.
"Leaking precum like crazy."
"......"
Ashy gently gripped the head.
Rubbed her thumb softly over the tip, the slit.
Precum oozed out steadily.
"Farewell!"
"Can't we at least wait till we're out of town...? Everyone's watching..."
As we left Bordo's mansion, the guards bellowed their goodbyes.
They probably hadn't noticed my state yet...
But parading through Lizn like this? We'd be outed as the perverted Hero party with an exposure fetish.
Ashy giggled at my words.
Full of mischief.
"Embarrassed?"
"...Yeah, mortified."
"We have our little deal, remember? What do you say when you wanna beg?"
"Master, can we do it outside town?"
I made the 'request' bold as brass now that it was routine.
No reply from Ashy.
She paused a beat.
Then squeezed my balls hard and burst into laughter.
"Nope."
"...Knew you'd say that."
"Hee hee."
The horse carried us out of Lizn's streets.
I ducked my head as low as possible, hiding my face.
"Hero! Safe travels!"
A familiar voice called out.
Marie's.
"......"
Our eyes met for a split second.
Marie, her dad, and grandma—all staring right at me.
Their gazes dropped to Ashy's hand. To my cock.
Their jaws dropped.
Marie's dad covered her eyes.
"Why?! Daddy! The Hero's leaving—I wanna see her!"
I ignored Marie's wail and rode out of Lizn.
Ashy's hand stayed slick with precum the whole way.