Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Takes Neat Revenge
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There are levels even among the wealthy.
In this world, visible differences exist.
Even with the same fortune, power varies by class.
Accumulating wealth and succeeding doesn't make you a noble.
If you're not a noble, you're not free even if you're rich.
Nobles can't ignore the national system and act recklessly either...
But compared to the lower classes, they enjoy overflowing freedom.
"Gertong Baron, you seem to be living quite well?"
"Haha... My father succeeded in investments during his time."
Ashy asked mockingly, and Gertong wiped his cold sweat.
His steps looked very uncomfortable as he moved with difficulty.
Gertong's mansion was more grand than imagined.
There were workers bustling everywhere, packed densely.
"How much should I impose on him?"
"...Stay as long as you like. Give me, Gertong, a chance. A chance to support you, Hero."
According to Ashy, Gertong was trash who betrayed humanity.
A traitor who sponsored Hell Chain, the black mages' group, and took what he wanted from them.
Given the situation in this world, betrayers of humanity weren't forgiven.
Regardless of power or wealth, immediate execution.
The moment collusion with black mages was revealed, it was death.
Ashy had come to kill Gertong.
Gertong didn't think he'd been caught.
He maintained his usual demeanor confidently, acting the part.
From his perspective, he just needed to support Hero Ashy moderately and send her off.
Ashy paused briefly.
She gave an answer to "how long."
"Alright, then shall we rest here for about a week before leaving?"
"...A week, you say...?"
He seemed to think a week was longer than expected.
Gertong's body twitched and trembled.
Ashy stared at him from behind.
She suppressed her killing intent with effort, almost glaring.
"You want me to leave quickly?"
"...N-no. Stay a week, a fortnight, even a month. Haha."
Gertong laughed heartily and guided us.
He gave us an entire annex of the large mansion.
"You can stay here. If anything's inconvenient, call the annex caretaker and make your requests."
It was obvious he found us uncomfortable.
Catering to a willful hero's whims wasn't easy.
Ashy sent Gertong away and looked around the annex.
I followed behind her and asked.
"How long do you plan to stay?"
"Hm, about a week?"
Ashy pouted her lips and paused briefly.
She seemed to be pondering how long.
Then she suddenly turned her head to look at me.
"Puppy, wanna have sex?"
"...W-what?"
I responded dazedly to Ashy's abrupt words.
My voice sounded idiotic.
It was trembling.
"What?"
I'd heard it clearly but asked again.
I wanted to confirm if Ashy meant it seriously.
Ashy answered readily.
"Shall we have sex?"
"...Suddenly?"
"Not suddenly."
Ashy stroked her own neck and shared her self-derived conclusion with me.
"They say it doesn't matter anyway. Suppressing ejaculation per chastity or keeping baby batter stored long-term is bad for a man's dick health? Apparently, shooting it out a lot is much better, like muscle training."
"......"
Trying to build stamina like regular muscle was the problem itself.
Muscle and virility shared the character for "power," but their essences differed.
"So I'm squeezing your dick, Ajin. Emptying the baby batter from your balls over and over so they can keep producing it."
"...Right."
"We'll end up making babies every day until we're sick of it anyway. Whether we start now or later, what's the difference?"
Feelings like affection or love—Ashy had already maxed them out.
Based on her time with me in the first run, her emotions for me far outpaced mine.
What about me, then?
It'd been less than two weeks since I fell into this world.
I had no certainty if I could return to my original world or survive to the end.
Nothing was sure.
'Probably can't go back.'
If I could, I'd have returned long ago.
The reason first-run Kang Ajin stayed with Ashy was likely because sealing the Demon King was the only option.
Assuming that, I needed to prepare to live in this world.
Be it power or wealth.
I needed something to protect me.
By purely mercenary calculation, under Ashy's ass was safest.
Clinging to Ashy as a hero's companion and reaping rewards was rational...
From that viewpoint, the current situation wasn't bad.
Aside from my ambiguous feelings toward Ashy.
I knew time would turn it into love eventually.
Ashy was a strong, beautiful woman.
But right now, my feelings...
'Damn.'
My reason conflicted.
Was it okay to share a first time with ambiguous emotions?
My instincts didn't hesitate.
A pussy was available, so it got hard first.
'Reliable guy.'
It cleared my head.
All that agonizing was women's work.
Passing up a chance to lose virginity was nonsense.
I, Kang Ajin, am a real man.
A total stud who sticks it in any hole available.
Ashy's voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"Since we're at it, how about we just do it? What do you think?"
Ashy grumbled as she looked at me.
Her flushed face brimmed with eager anticipation.
I wasn't the only one excited by "sex."
Ashy had been eagerly awaiting this moment too.
So she left the choice to me.
'...It's our first time. Shouldn't it be somewhere nice?'
Now that it was real, other thoughts arose.
With the nuclear launch button in hand, it suddenly felt lacking.
Couldn't I fire it more spectacularly?
In a more beautiful, romantic place—our first time memorable for both...
If Ashy was truly serious, I'd have no choice but to stay by her side.
Escaping Ashy was nearly impossible.
I pictured a distant future with Ashy.
By her claim of having a womb, we'd have kids beyond ten fingers.
Not a bad family to build...
It felt earned.
'If it's heading that way anyway, shouldn't I tie the first knot right?'
I wasn't one for premarital chastity.
But if we were sure of our love, it wouldn't be bad.
"......"
I felt the high elf's bow on my back.
Original plot points flashed by.
I looked at Ashy and spoke firmly.
I'd decided.
I'd overcome instinct.
The rock-hard dick convinced reason, but not romance.
"...Later."
"Huh?"
"Let's do it later. This."
I tapped the high elf's bow.
With this, elves would grant one request.
Ashy wanted to learn spirit arts with it.
Not a bad choice.
But a better idea struck.
Human standards: romantic, beautiful place.
Hero and protagonist Luke had his wedding under the World Tree Yggdrasil.
Post-Demon King seal, epilogue story.
Couldn't we request the same?
With the high elf's bow, that much...
"Let's go to Albheim and share our first time there. If your feelings haven't changed by then... A special place—the elf kingdom Albheim seems perfect."
"......"
One-time first experience.
I wasn't sure of my heart, but assuming Ashy's love unchanging, postponing sex felt okay.
I could endure.
"......"
"Ashy?"
Ashy pressed her lips tight.
I waited for a reply, but none came.
I looked at Ashy.
Her face was beet red, like it might burst.
Exaggerating a bit, I could feel the heat from here.
The earlier anticipation now worried me.
Just in case, I asked.
"...You want it right now?"
"No, no. It's not that..."
Ashy swept her face with both hands.
Small face, small hands—her eyes trembled in their wake.
Our eyes met.
Ashy bowed her head deeply, covering her sky-blue eyes with spread hands.
"...Albheim, World Tree Yggdrasil... That's a wedding."
The spot where Luke marries in the original.
I remembered the illustration of heroines in pure white dresses.
We're not that close yet.
Ashy might be, but I felt some distance...
Talking wedding already felt premature.
But I didn't deny it outright.
That'd be digging my own grave.
I'm not dumb enough to create and commit a sin solo.
Silence is golden.
Better to let it slide gently.
If things progressed with Ashy to marriage, fine.
If not, and we parted later, still fine.
No need to voice truth and make her hate me...
"Too much?"
"No, nooo..."
Ashy shook her head vigorously.
She didn't seem displeased.
"...Okay."
She mumbled in a voice crawling deep underground.
Her earlobes were bright red.
"Wedding sooner? Sounds good to me."
Ashy seemed to want the wedding.
With first-run time with Kang Ajin, it made sense.
I wrapped it up.
"Then we'll hold off on sex for now."
No sex was regrettable, but fine.
No penalty requiring insertion to ejaculate.
Ashy would milk me day and night anyway.
No rush—my balls would produce nonstop.
I turned to go.
Wanted rest in my room.
Of course, Ashy didn't let me.
"...Fuck..."
"......"
Like a dragon exhaling aged breath, Ashy let out a long sigh.
Sweet, hot breath washed over.
Ashy lifted her head, eyes flashing.
Her gaze sharpened fiercely, utterly different from before.
"You sweet-talk me till I'm horny like this, but you're not thinking of just leaving, right?"
"...Wait, hold on."
"No sex. I get you wanna save the sticky first night. Instead—"
Ashy lunged in.
She shouldered my abdomen naturally, hoisting me up.
My body floated.
Ashy slung me over her shoulder and smacked my ass hard.
"Oof...!"
"Puppy, you're so dead."
Dazed, I entered the room with Ashy.
Practically dragged.
And got wrung dry.
Wrung till my shrunken balls ached.
Passed out like that, and next morning.
"......"
I woke to chaos.
Noisy sounds from the window drew me outside.
Paladin Order had visited the mansion.
To find traces of Gertong's betrayal.
Of course, Gertong was dead by then.
Killed by none other than Hero Ashy Grayfield.
"Sleep well?"
I threw on clothes haphazardly and headed from annex to main house.
Ashy, talking with armored paladins, spotted me and smiled brightly.
"Planned a week stay, but for our wedding, better wrap up quick and go."
"......"
My legs shook, but I barely stood.