Chapter 67
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Make a Baby
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Ashy lay collapsed in a near-death state.
A week had passed since Kang Ajin had picked her up.
"……."
Even after being struck down by Demon King Baal, her senses hadn't completely vanished.
The hero's unique superhuman perception persisted, even in her immobile state.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
"……."
Ashy was spending her days in a thick futon bedding.
Unless it was for bathroom breaks or the like, she could hardly leave the room.
Unable to move on her own, she was stuck inside it constantly.
A week was enough time to soften even Ashy's bitchy temper.
The roughly made, crude ceiling of the hut now looked oddly pleasant.
Even the unfamiliar scent of the man had grown a bit familiar.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
"……."
But the sound of that man stroking his dick alone was something she could never get used to, no matter how many times she heard it.
Did he think closing the door tight and muffling the noise would hide it?
Or that jerking off outside the house would evade a hero's aura sense?
Ashy couldn't understand the man who called himself Kang Ajin at all.
Squirt. Squirt.
─ Ugh, Ashy, you fucking bitch…!
Kang Ajin, who had been shaking his dick outside the house, began trembling violently.
He shot his milky semen onto the dirt floor.
"…Crazy bastard…."
Kang Ajin was using her as jerk-off fodder.
He milked his dick dry while moaning her name.
Semen gushed out, flowing down over his glans.
Ashy gritted her teeth, trying to block him out of her mind.
Splurt, splurrrrt!
─ Squeeze it right out…! Uaaah, aaah…!
Kang Ajin expelled every last drop of leftover cum from his urethra without mercy.
She had no idea what delusions he was indulging in to vent his lust like that.
Overwhelming shame made Ashy's limbs tremble faintly.
But she still couldn't move.
─ Haaaah…. That bitch's asshole was so damn pretty. Slurp. Fuck, I wanna suck on it so bad.
"……!"
─ But if I did, she'd probably suffocate and die, right?
This morning's events flashed through Ashy's mind.
Her face flushed beet red.
"Dog, you dog bastard…!"
She couldn't move her body directly.
But that didn't mean she wasn't expending energy.
Ashy's body was steadily undergoing metabolism.
Naturally, excretion was necessary too.
Something she couldn't do alone.
In her broken state, she had no choice but to rely on others.
Kang Ajin had washed and wiped her down with utmost care.
Though he had stared way too openly at her pink little asshole.
"Fucking bastard…!"
Ashy ground her teeth, recalling what happened that morning.
She'd get revenge somehow.
'I'll kill him…. Kill that fucker….'
She had killed every bastard who leered at her body like that.
Nobles, villains—she never let any slide.
She turned her boiling shame into fuel for revival.
Two months passed.
Thanks to Kang Ajin's devoted nursing, Ashy recovered quickly.
For wounds from the Demon King, it was remarkably fast.
Kang Ajin hadn't abandoned the half-crippled Ashy and run.
First reason: the original story had progressed far enough that he believed her personality had softened.
Second: her eyes had mellowed, so she wouldn't kill him.
'Lucky me.'
When facing the Demon King, he'd pulled out every effective trick he remembered.
Digging through his memories of the original plot.
Kang Ajin just stared blankly at Ashy, who sat there dazed.
"……."
Ashy clenched and unclenched her fist repeatedly.
She introspected her body's internals, checking every corner.
'Perfectly fine.'
It felt like she'd returned to before facing the Demon King.
Something even a church saint or holy man couldn't easily achieve.
Yet Kang Ajin had pulled it off.
Ashy looked up at Kang Ajin.
He flinched like he expected to be killed—pretty funny sight.
Like his weird name, kinda puppy-like.
He knew who she was.
Even knowing her reputation for flipping out at the slightest annoyance, he hadn't fled.
She didn't know why.
Was it a sense of duty to aid the hero? Or just his personality, unable to abandon people?
Ashy didn't kill Kang Ajin.
Maybe 'cause she was crazy, but she got interested in this crazy bastard.
She wanted payback for all the shitty crap he'd pulled.
Just killing him wouldn't cut it.
"Hey, you."
Ashy crooked her finger, beckoning him closer.
"……."
Kang Ajin pondered for three seconds before approaching.
He kept distance inside the room.
His gaze deliberately fixed on empty air.
Ashy eyed him while glancing at her own body.
Clothed, but it felt like her pale skin was fully exposed.
That's how it felt in front of Kang Ajin.
Two months of being nursed without moving—she'd shown him every embarrassing side, as hero or woman.
No matter how wild a woman, sharing piss and shit couldn't leave things normal.
Impossible.
"Crazy fuck."
The moment Ashy spat her curse, Kang Ajin spoke up.
His words poured out—not an apology.
"…F-First off, I wanted to say sorry. But in exchange, I saved your life, right? I gave you a shot at revenge on the Demon King, so how about we call it even and move on…? That won't work…?"
"You ogled and groped to your heart's content, and now you're all bold."
"I didn't grope, though… Aside from necessary contact, I didn't touch at all. I kept the no-touch rule sincerely…."
Ashy half-ignored his excuses as she stretched her stiff body.
She slowly rose, pushing the blanket aside.
Instantly, shameful memories flashed before her eyes.
─ Fuck, it's not like I'm wiping some dementia patient's ass. Wiping a young bitch's blue ass like this. If only I could stick it in her asshole, I'd slurp it up with gusto…. Hm, did she hear?
─ Whoa, is this the hymen? Must be 'cause she's angelic—super vivid. Slurp. Ah, don't worry, I don't have a hobby of raping the immobile.
─ That's just how guys are. Can't control erections at will. It's 'cause your body's too sexy—unavoidable. Keep those eyes pretty, okay?
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't forgive.
She couldn't just let what he'd done to her slide.
But she couldn't kill him either.
─ Your father, Victor… probably went to a good place. Can't confirm since I didn't see it, but following your mom, maybe heaven? Ask her when you meet later—sounds good.
─ No joke, you're the strongest hero for real. Way more than that famous Luke right now. He's about to crash, so don't worry…. You gotta help him. What? No, can't let him die. You can't do it alone, idiot. That's not what I mean—you're the strongest, but to win for sure….
─ You can get up. No worries, just focus on recovering. Me? Too late to back out now. From the moment I picked you up, fate locked me in. We're in the same boat.
─ Ah, fuck. Why the crying fit? What? Don't touch my shoulder? Okay…. But still, not worth cursing that much….
He'd shown her so much, and she'd shown him so much.
In her loneliest, weakest moment, she'd leaned on him.
She'd lived a life where death could come anytime, yet at death's door, she'd thrashed to live.
Her thirst for life was stronger than Ashy had imagined.
"…Ashy…?"
Kang Ajin cautiously called her name, gauging her mood.
Ashy slowly looked up, glaring at him.
After losing her right arm, she'd sworn off stupid risks betting her life.
But facing Ashy's murderous glare, regrets started creeping in.
Arrogantly choosing to travel with her to awaken her.
"…Take off your clothes."
"Pardon…?"
"You watched and touched my body for fun, so I gotta play with yours the same. Strip quick, idiot."
Ashy staggered up and grabbed the holy sword from the corner.
Poised to slash his nape in one stroke.
Kang Ajin swiftly surrendered and stripped.
"I'll strip, I'm stripping! So please…!"
Fully nude, Kang Ajin covered his crotch with his hands.
Pathetically hiding his dick with his left hand.
Ashy wouldn't even allow that.
She swung the holy sword threateningly.
"Hands off, dog bastard."
"……."
Kang Ajin's hands fell away from his groin.
Ashy stared blatantly at his exposed dick.
"Getting hard even now? Pervert?"
"…Nature's law…."
"Enough with that nature's law bullshit, fucking bastard."
"……."
Ashy flicked his half-erect dick with her fingers.
The pitiful twitching looked ridiculous.
"Ugh…!"
Ashy gripped his balls and twisted a pressure point.
She mocked his pained groan.
"From now on, every erection will hurt like hell. No erections or touching without my permission."
"……."
"Answer."
"Y-Yes…!"
Kang Ajin obeyed her orders.
Cleaned the hut, packed necessities.
Tears in his eyes, he accompanied her journey to awaken her.
The wedding date was set.
The high elves handled things swiftly to repay the favor to their kin.
No downsides for us.
"Even better."
Ashy beamed with a bright, pure smile at the early wedding.
Her happiness lifted my mood too.
"Where to after the wedding?"
Marriage wasn't the end.
Our journey, her hero duties, still lay ahead.
Until Ashy sealed Demon King Baal.
We couldn't stop.
"Haven't thought past the wedding."
For Ashy, the wedding was top priority.
Like a life goal—no plans beyond.
"Planned to stick around the World Tree for a month."
"A month?"
A whole month here.
It'd been about a month since dropping into this world—a long time.
"Yeah, sex nonstop for a month. Gotta make a baby."
"……."
"But since I'm half-angel, not sure if a month's enough. If not pregnant by then, I'll hunt herbs to boost Puppy's stamina."
"Ahh."
Then shocking news hit our eager asses.
Wedding delayed.
Not unilateral—the elves suggested two weeks later.
Ashy's eyes rolled back, whites showing.
Ghoul-like expression, fit for a demon over hero.
She glared murderously at the elf.
"Why? Fuck, I wanna do it now?"
"Two weeks from now is when Yggdrasil awakens. A sacred day once every century."
"…Once a century?"
"We wished to bestow the World Tree's blessing upon the hero battling Garok."
Ashy pondered briefly.
Once-a-century day, perfectly timed.
Hard to pass up.
"Most elders opposed, but Princess Islan earnestly pleaded for this slot. It was hard-won…. If the hero dislikes it, no choice…."
"Hold up."
The elf turned to leave.
Ashy grabbed his shoulder, smiling sweetly.
"Can't rudely refuse Princess Islan's hard work and sincerity."
"…Weren't you just dying to do it quick?"
"Can hold out two weeks. Get the blessing, power up, slaughter all the demon shits? Hehe, looking forward to it?"
Ashy clung pathetically—pride tossed long ago.
Two weeks passed.
Abstinence dragged on unintentionally.
Our states were a mess.
"My dick hurts. Can't loosen the chastity belt? I'm going insane."
"Almost done. From today, you'll cum till you're sick of it—hang in a bit longer."