Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Level Up
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Hero Drake was described as handsome dozens, if not hundreds, of times throughout the story.
Even the kind-hearted protagonist Luke harbored wariness toward him, which said it all about what a staggering stud he was.
When I encountered him through the pages, it was hard to picture.
As a male reader, imagining a pretty boy character just didn't come easy.
But now that I was face-to-face with the real deal, I got it.
This guy was born to fuck pussy.
My instincts were screaming a warning.
'Dangerous.'
In a work governed by an author-god, his role was scripted from on high... but before meeting Luke, he'd swung his dick wherever he pleased.
Afterward, he'd proven his necessity as a stepping stone for the hero's growth.
Would it play out the same this time?
With me and Ashy as irregularities in the mix, the plot wasn't following the script.
Drake's role had changed too.
He'd grope at Ashy, trying to bed her.
The bastard was more than capable of it.
Facial control was a struggle.
"Ahn!"
The knight let out a moan.
I couldn't see with my eyes closed, but Drake was surely gripping her ass tight.
'Last I saw, it was standing doggy...'
It was a position any guy could call a fantasy.
Your dick had to be huge, and you needed the raw strength to lift and pound a woman—pure pipe dream for most.
Drake pulled it off effortlessly.
While he hoisted and railed her, I was cradled in a woman's arms.
The disconnect hit like a gut punch to my manhood; I couldn't even lift my head.
"Meeting like this feels kinda fresh. I've done my share of group action and prided myself on it, but seeing a girl princess-carry a guy... it's beautiful yet awkward."
Drake's voice dripped with leisure.
The aura of a man wanting for nothing.
I squirmed, begging Ashy to put me down.
I couldn't face him like this.
Mortifying, humiliating—my pride was grinding to dust.
Ashy didn't set me down.
All I could do was bury my face in the nape of her neck.
Hide from Drake's gaze as best I could.
'Smells so good.'
Ashy's scent stiffened my dick.
Precum was leaking; my panties growing damp.
"Let's each go our own way?"
Ashy said it while holding me, her voice laced with thorns aimed at Drake.
Somehow, it made me feel secure.
"Why?"
That was his reply to her "bye-bye."
Drake questioned why they should part.
"Still the same old you—hilarious."
Ashy knew this man called Drake.
She let out a hollow chuckle at his brazen familiarity, like they'd met in a past loop.
I knew Drake too.
His exploits from the novel made his current antics crystal clear.
This was par for the course with him.
"Weren't you gonna fuck outside? Let's do it together."
He proposed a train.
Group sex was just another fun game for a guy with his freewheeling history.
Swapping girls mid-fuck, betting on who tamed them best.
A few depraved nobles shared his tastes and hit it off with him.
In those aristocratic sex circles, word was only those who'd sampled Drake's harem could call themselves his friends.
'Friends who share "that" with the Hero—irresistible, right?'
They'd offer wives and daughters regularly.
Purely to curry favor, sharing blood kin with the Hero.
Imagining it rushed blood southward.
Drake's women were stunners, no doubt—tempting to any man.
Then the reverse hit me.
Me, enabling Drake and Ashy to get together just to score those women.
Blood surged to my head.
Reverse flow dizzied my vision.
I hugged Ashy tight without thinking.
My arms around her neck tensed up.
"......"
Ashy hugged back.
Her arms supporting my back and thighs tensed just like mine.
"No way, why should I?"
"It'll be better together."
Ashy flatly refused Drake's offer.
Her voice quivered with irritation.
Paradoxically, amusement bubbled through.
Squish. Squish.
"Ahn..."
"Dropping the honorifics slyly—quirky personality."
Drake's dick plunged in and out of her pussy.
The knight moaned hotly.
Squelch.
"That's what makes it hotter."
"Drake... don't pull out. Put it back in..."
The knight coquetted with Drake.
He must've slipped out.
"Showing off your dick size?"
"Not showing off. Just sharing. It'll be pretty good—we won't regret it."
"Ah."
Ashy snickered.
Then suddenly set me down.
"Puppy, open your eyes."
"Huh? There's a naked lady knight right there?"
"It's fine. Look."
I stood on the grass.
Cracking my eyes to the raw scene.
Love juices dripped from Drake's cock.
The knight was a squirter.
'Big tits too.'
Not matching Ashy, but no slouch.
"...Hey there."
I belatedly greeted Drake.
He smiled with his eyes, replying in kind.
Handsome bastard—filthily so.
Ashy addressed Drake.
"Strutting around with that mediocre size? You'll get yours one day."
"...I don't get flak for size anywhere."
"If you're gonna whip out your dick in public, it better be this big at least."
In front of grumbling Drake, Ashy yanked down my pants.
Caught me wide-eyed with her deft hands.
Panties followed in a flash, exposing the chastity cage.
"Ooh... you locked a chastity cage on a guy?"
"Think you can handle it?"
"Not bad. Kinda hot, actually. Girls who act tough usually haven't met a real man."
"Real man?"
"The kind who pins 'em down in bed and wrecks 'em till they show their weak side endlessly. That's just how girls are. Bet Ashy's the same? I can mold you into that."
Drake spat it blunt.
No beating around the bush—just straight to bed.
Big dick, killer looks, ripped body, elite background.
Temptation no woman could easily refuse.
A bitch in heat wired to accept superior seed.
I glanced at Ashy.
She giggled while unlocking my cage.
"A real man sacrifices for the world."
"I'm the Hero though?"
Heroes acted for the greater good.
Relentless for continental peace, sealing the Demon King.
Drake's doubt was fair.
Ashy shook her head.
Hero wouldn't cut it, she continued.
Click.
"Heroes got no mission or nothin'. You could bail quietly, no blame. Yet you tread the thorny path. Who knows why—only he did."
"Got some romantic ideal, huh?"
Drake asked.
This wasn't Ashy's tale.
Far from her dreams or desires.
It was mine.
Past me, first-loop Kang Ajin—what he'd left etched in Ashy.
"Saw a guy like that. Real man, saved the world, died a virgin."
"That's brutal. A guy strong enough to save the world—a virgin?"
"Not a virgin?"
Ashy pondered briefly.
I got the meaning.
Anal from Gertong muddied the virgin claim.
"V-virgin it is."
"Virgin."
I urgently chimed in.
Losing virgin status to a man would be tragic if that was his first.
Jealousy stung, but he was Kang Ajin.
Ashy fondled my dick, kneading gently.
Sex paused, the knight turned, glaring our way.
"Hah...!"
She exhaled sharply.
The knight's eyes sparkled.
"...Impressive confidence."
Drake eyed me up and down.
My size didn't lag behind his.
Not overwhelming, but no ground for his swagger.
"Hah, baiting me with that dick for a go? Pathetic—can't help but laugh."
Ashy mocked, staring at Drake's crotch.
Even the Hero fumbled his composure.
Dick-induced defeat stung universal.
'Male pride.'
Even a nobody puffs up with a big one.
Go figure.
"Whew, guess I gotta back off. Too embarrassing to look up."
Drake forced a grin, averting from my dick.
Then fled.
The knight eyed my cock longingly.
Drake slammed back into her pussy.
"Ahn...!"
Smack!
Irritated slap rang out.
Drake spanking hard.
Just Ashy and me left in the garden.
"Submission pose."
She'd unlocked only to show off.
No creampie planned, so she demanded the pose.
I raised arms, waiting for the erection to fade.
Ten minutes of eye contact with Ashy did it.
"Puppy, what were you imagining earlier?"
Ashy squatted before me, relocking the cage.
No flinch at the musky scent.
"...Tell the truth?"
"No reason to lie or embellish. Spill every thought."
"......"
I'd pictured Ashy in Drake's arms.
Described the scene roughly.
"How'd it feel?"
Ashy beamed.
I pouted.
Face fell naturally.
"Not great."
"That's it?"
"...Got mad too. Hard to breathe."
"Hee hee."
Ashy grinned wide, pleased by my jealousy.
One of her pure joys amid countless smiles with her.
That gaze and laugh lifted my mood too.
Reason I obeyed like a dog.
"Won't happen, so don't worry."
"Really?"
"Your jealous pout is cute, though—can't be 100% sure."
"......"
I knew.
Logically, Ashy wouldn't go to another man.
Still, fantasies persisted.
Brain replayed unbidden.
Damn vivid imagination unearthed what I didn't want to see.
Facial control tough.
"...Kill Drake?"
Ashy whispered abruptly.
"Huh?"
"I'd kill every bitch who paws at you. Makes your dick mine alone. But you lack the power. Can't off the guys who grope me."
True.
Powerlessness meant passivity, loss of control.
If Ashy sought another man...
I'd follow helplessly.
"What if I kill every guy who hits on me? You'd trust our bond then. But you said why kill—Drake's the Hero, world needs him."
"......"
Ashy gazed softly.
Eyes sparkling, urging me to speak.
"If Puppy says kill, I will."
"M-me...?"
"Yeah. So you feel secure."
Was Drake a good Hero?
Not saintly, but decent.
Heavy womanizer, but no rapist.
No cause to block consensual fun.
'Drake'll bed countless women ahead.'
Innumerable hymens torn by his cock.
Married women bearing Hero seed over husbands'.
And me?
'Why should I care about Drake's life?'
Why had I spared a thought for it?
The doubt flickered.
"Kill?"
Ashy whispered.
Like a demon tempting.
A friendly demon seeking consent—I nodded faintly.
"Puppy said kill? Just 'cause you hate guys pawing me?"
"...Not just..."
"Don't whine like that. You're tempting me."
That night, Drake's death was confirmed in his room.
Yuteron knew Ashy was the culprit.
But feigned ignorance.
Some deal must've gone down between them.
"Gonna clean out the barony's black mages. Demons too, while at it."
"Demons?"
"West village in Yuteron Barony, Baria—demon summoning there. Catch it, shut 'em up."
Ashy treated Hero-slaying like no big deal.
My jealousy killed Drake...
Was I tainted by Ashy? Felt weird.