Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Level Up
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I attended the lunch seating with Ashy.
Drake's harem sat directly across from us.
They giggled and chattered away with Drake.
Yuteron took the seat of honor.
His son and daughter didn't show up.
It seemed like only Baron Yuteron was meant to appear at this gathering.
A splendidly laid-out table.
My mouth started watering.
This was on another level from the meals in the room.
From the start, there was the slop handed out like rations versus a meal prepared with real intention to impress.
The difference was inevitable.
'In the room, I ate a lot of cold food.'
Even at mealtimes, they wouldn't leave me alone.
Ashy's hands never stopped touching me.
Thanks to that, I rarely got to eat hot meals.
Even in a noble's mansion.
"Eat up."
Ashy stroked my head.
The gazes around us snapped to us in an instant.
My face heated up.
Ashy's lips twitched.
Her smile stretched ear to ear and showed no sign of fading.
She was doing this on purpose.
In front of Drake, in front of his harem—deliberately.
Ashy wanted to show them off.
The thrill of possibly getting caught was just another part of that twisted preference.
It wasn't about exposing her own shameful side; it was just about humiliating me.
"What a beautiful pair you two make, Lady Ashy."
Yuteron immediately flattered Ashy.
He rubbed his palms together furiously, looking every bit the sycophant.
His refined voice covered up his servile attitude.
"Oh?"
Ashy beamed, clearly pleased.
She liked compliments like that more than direct praise for herself.
Her thoughts were as transparent as glass.
"We've heard plenty that my wife and I have quite the alchemy ourselves. But you and Puppy seem even closer. Have you two tied the knot?"
"No?"
"Your relationship is so strong even without marriage. I thought you were husband and wife from the moment you arrived."
"Mm-hmm. They say the threads of fate aren't visible, but they connect people anyway."
Yuteron had picked up on her tendencies and exploited them.
Throughout lunch, he kept harping on about the relationship between Ashy and me—nothing else.
Ashy grinned like an idiot.
She proudly chattered on about nonsensical superstitions.
While Yuteron and Ashy conversed, I focused on eating.
I sliced the meat and popped it in my mouth.
There was a satisfying chew to it.
'The juices...'
Incredibly delicious.
For the first time, I felt like I was living like a human.
This meal steeled my resolve.
I had to climb up somehow. I had to succeed.
"...?"
Drake was staring right at me.
He wasn't emitting any hostility, so Ashy didn't notice.
It was an observing gaze.
Not exactly pleasant.
I glanced up and shot him a look.
*Stop staring and just eat,* I signaled wordlessly.
Drake smirked and toyed with his knife.
He acted like he'd understood my intent perfectly.
"Drake, ahh."
The woman sitting next to Drake fed him a piece of meat.
He opened his mouth naturally and let her.
The woman's breasts were huge.
Maybe because she was one of Drake's women, with his womanizing ways—her feminine allure was in full bloom.
Yuteron alternated between entertaining Drake and Ashy.
He infused even bland small talk with meaning.
Treating heroes well was only natural for a noble.
With the returns it brought, Yuteron had no reason to skimp.
'About time...'
I cleared my plate.
My belly was full, and the conversation had grown dull.
Ashy had abandoned decorum too.
She stifled yawns repeatedly, signaling her desire to leave through actions.
"Haha, all stuffed, eh? Did the heroes enjoy the meal?"
"Yeah."
"Glad to hear it. The chefs will be proud."
Yuteron wrapped up the lunch.
He seemed fully satisfied with having built even a sliver of rapport with the heroes.
Ashy grabbed my collar and headed back to the annex.
Drake's party followed behind.
Same direction, so it was awkward but unavoidable.
"Shall we do it over there today?"
"Sounds good, Drake."
Whispers from the man and woman.
I could guess what they meant to do.
Ashy's steps quickened.
I could feel her wanting to escape the situation.
I matched her stride.
Drake's party had vanished before I knew it.
Off to handle their business.
We entered the annex and took a rest.
"No matter how I think about it, this won't do. We need to head to Alvheim pronto."
Ashy grumbled, furrowing her brow.
Having postponed our first time until after the wedding, she was voicing her dissatisfaction with the current state.
"Can't be helped."
"...Puppy, you don't want to hold me?"
"I do. But it's not like I can't control my urges."
Sex? It's not like I'd die without it.
Back in my greenhorn days when I knew nothing, I'd gotten by fine with just jerking off.
Ashy stared at me intently.
"...Feels like I'm the only one worked up here."
I didn't know exactly what irked her, but she clearly wasn't happy with things as they were.
"Got it."
Ashy nodded to herself, as if she'd reached her own understanding and interpretation.
Her face and expression looked a bit off.
Mischief slowly crept in, like a kid plotting something naughty.
A chill ran down my spine.
Ashy's smiles often spelled trouble for me.
"Come here, Puppy."
Ashy called me over.
"Shall we give a massage a try after so long?"
Ashy leisurely undid the drawstring of my pants.
I couldn't stop her hands.
"Cock Obey."
My hands twitched, but her command came down.
With her firm voice, I submitted and raised my arms.
Ashy pulled off my pants.
She grabbed my underwear too and yanked them down to my calves in one swift motion.
My balls, swollen tight against the pink chastity cage.
Ashy cupped them and rolled them around in her hand.
"You're getting good at the obedience pose now, huh?"
Ashy smiled, satisfied.
Not something a man would brag about, but it felt okay in its own way.
A twinge of self-loathing crept in at feeling proud over something like this, but...
Seeing Ashy smile brightly didn't feel half bad.
Ashy kneaded my balls gently.
Under the guise of massage, she sometimes squeezed hard.
My legs trembled.
The pleasure outweighed the pain—more than I could even comprehend myself.
"Pre-cum's leaking everywhere. And you still don't want sex?"
Ashy stared piercingly at my cock.
Beads of pre-cum were forming at the tip of the pink chastity cage.
"...I do, but not *that* desperately."
"Shouldn't Puppy want to pounce on me, hold me tight? You used to be like that."
The Puppy from the previous regression had been aggressive with Ashy, it seemed.
From the gap between that version of me and this one, she demanded more initiative.
"No, we agreed not to until the wedding, right? What's the point of demanding it before then...?"
"...You talking back right now?"
"Nooo..."
Ashy glared at me, eyes wide.
Warning me not to argue with her words.
"Always touching your cock and draining you, so Puppy never seems desperate. Guess I need to train you to *really* crave release."
"...Wait, that's not..."
I urgently grabbed Ashy's hand.
My instincts made my hand shoot down.
Ashy met my eyes with a chilling, sunken gaze.
"You're in Cock Obey pose right now, aren't you?"
"......"
Ashy's voice squeezed my heart.
It wasn't laced with actual killing intent, but my body felt it that way.
Don't defy Ashy.
Obey quietly, and it'll be easier on your body.
Feel a lot better too.
I raised my arms again.
Hands behind my head, surrendering my cock to her.
"From now on, I'll make you crave my hands and body."
Ashy murmured it like a vow to someone.
To me, the situation was utterly absurd.
'No, damn it, what the...'
We couldn't have sex before the wedding anyway.
That was the agreement.
But Ashy wanted me begging and craving her body.
'Making me desperate by force? What kind of...'
Ashy gripped and fondled my balls hard.
She didn't release the cage.
Blood pooled in my cock, unable to get fully hard.
"Eut, ah..."
"Puppy, you're done for."
I had no idea why I had to suffer, but I handed my cock over to her regardless.
Ashy mauled my balls relentlessly.
Squeezing and tormenting them with full force.
My cock felt like it might burst.
After a while, she let me change positions at least.
Seemed uncomfortable for her too.
We both lay on the bed—I hugged Ashy, and she nestled into my arms.
Bodies pressed tight, she reached her arm down.
"Your head needs to be filled only with thoughts of me. I'll rebirth you as a true male."
"True male...?"
"A beast that goes into heat and pounces at the sight of a woman. That's a true male."
"......"
Ashy unlocked the chastity cage.
My cock, freed from its tiny prison, hardened instantly.
*Slurp.*
Ashy slid down slowly, positioning herself between my legs.
Then she licked my cock.
"Ah...!"
Felt like I'd cum any second.
Like I could erupt semen at any moment.
"Hold it."
Her command to hold back was meaningless.
Ashy controlled my orgasm perfectly.
When the semen boiled up, she'd release my cock and leave it alone.
Once the heat subsided, she'd suck it again.
She repeated the process all afternoon.
"Time for dinner."
"...You really won't let me?"
"Nope."
Dinner arrived, and Ashy waited only for my erection to fade.
*Click.*
The pink chastity cage went back on my pitifully teased cock.
My mind went blank.