A Flashback of Memories That Should Not Exist
A flashback of memories that should not exist. It was the phenomenon in which the brain, having recognized its own death, frantically sifted through every past experience in search of a way to survive, projecting the results involuntarily into the mind. For those who made adventuring their livelihood, it was something they would inevitably experience at least once—a so-called rite of passage required to become a proper adventurer. The Hero had gone through it herself long ago. Thanks to that, she subconsciously understood that the mysterious vision unfolding before her eyes belonged to a similar category of phenomena.
Yet at the same time, the Hero felt a strange sense of unease that no words could explain. Yes—if the fundamental nature was similar, the texture of it was entirely different. A flashback was originally an act of looking back on the past, of reviewing the life one had lived until now. That was why the Hero was left utterly stunned by the unfamiliar vision before her: a mirage from a distant future that had no place in her own memory album.
“Where… is this…?”
It was a bizarre situation. The Hero vaguely remembered the ecstatic sensation that had struck her right after the priest suddenly kissed the back of her hand—as if every element making up her brain had evaporated completely. Yet the scenery that entered her gradually brightening vision was not the cramped room she had been in before losing consciousness. Instead, she found herself in a cozy bedroom furnished with a massive bed easily large enough for two people to roll around on.
Was she dreaming right now? From the dreamlike sensation of her consciousness being gently stroked by a thin feather, the Hero roughly guessed her current state. She was just about to sit up when—
“Huh?”
Her gaze snapped toward the foreign sensation she felt at her wrist.
“Th-this is…?”
The source of that uncomfortable feeling was a small pair of handcuffs binding both her wrists tightly. But their shape was slightly different from any handcuffs she had seen before. Rather than the crude, brutal design meant to restrain a criminal, these were strangely considerate—restraining movement while ensuring the metal would not damage the skin it touched.
She had no idea who had placed the restraints on her, but the Hero decided the person responsible must possess a truly ambiguous personality, somewhere between cruel and kind. Soon enough, she lightly tore the restraints apart.
Clang!
“Hmph! No matter if this is a dream! To think you’d try to subdue this Hero with nothing but restraints of this level! How utterly ridiculous!”
Having regained the use of both hands, the Hero slowly surveyed her surroundings. No matter how dire the situation, a proper adventurer must never neglect to observe their environment. That was one of the very first lessons the priest had personally taught her on the day she became an adventurer.
“Hmm! Other than my wrists being bound, I can’t find any notable external injuries! Not leaving a single opening even inside a dream! As expected of me!”
After loudly praising her own magnificence, the Hero carefully examined her body next. Her perfect female form—containing superhuman strength yet never neglected in its maintenance, free of even the slightest unwanted fat—was one of her greatest sources of pride.
It did bother her slightly that she was currently stark naked without a single thread covering her, but since this was a dream anyway, and she figured it wouldn’t wear out no matter who saw it, she didn’t pay it much mind. Therefore, the only element that could be called harmful to the Hero in this moment was not on the surface but inside her. Aside from a faint throbbing near her lower abdomen, there was nothing else. She casually dismissed it as nothing more than a stomachache.
It was exactly then.
“Mmm…”
“Hup!”
The moment the Hero discovered an unfamiliar person lying right beside her, she instantly assumed a combat stance. It was a mistake caused by her preconception that no living thing could possibly be next to her upon waking—thanks to her peculiar sleeping habit of automatically shutting out anything that approached while she was in deep slumber.
Thus, the Hero—whose reaction was a beat slower than usual due to self-reproach—was just about to raise her hand to subdue the suspicious figure tossing beside her when—
“First move wins!”
Grab!
A hand suddenly shot out from beneath the blankets and roughly seized the Hero’s wrist.
“Eh?”
The Hero’s previously calm expression froze rigid with shock, like a wild animal whose heart had been pierced by a bullet. It was certainly surprising that she, the Hero, had been subdued so easily by some unknown thug. But if that were the only reason, she wouldn’t have been this shaken.
The true reason for her shock was that her own sharp body—which could catch flying arrows without even looking—had clearly perceived the sluggish hand movement that couldn’t even match the tip of an arrow, yet had made no attempt to dodge it. It was as if her body had been imprinted with the absolute command that she must never defy that hand. The sense of powerlessness, something she had never experienced once in her entire life, soon began draining every ounce of strength rooted within her.
“Kyaaak! Eh? Ueeh? Mmph!”
Right then, the unfamiliar man instantly pounced on her. The Hero was startled by the pathetically weak voice that had just leaked from her own mouth and hurriedly covered it with her left hand.
Clack!
Because of that, whatever was attached to her ring finger collided with her teeth. The clear, distinctive ring of two hard objects striking each other echoed briefly inside her consciousness.
‘A r-ring?’
The metal ornament on the Hero’s left hand was a dainty ring. No matter how ignorant of the world she was, even she naturally understood what a ring on a woman’s left ring finger meant.
‘C-could it be…!’
Two naked people asleep on a wide bed. A ring on the left ring finger. A meaningful pain throbbing in her lower abdomen. Surrounded by circumstances so unusual that even the world’s biggest fool could easily reach the answer, the conclusion the Hero soon arrived at was this.
‘A dog dream! That’s right! So this is what they call a dog dream!’
If Apis, who had taken charge of the Hero’s sex education, witnessed this hopeless judgment, she would surely clutch her head and scream. However, one shocking piece of information that subsequently flooded the Hero’s mind cleanly corrected that absurd thought.
“H-hweh?”
The Hero’s thoughts came to a momentary halt. Although his impression had become noticeably more dependable than what she remembered, there was simply no way she could fail to recognize his face, his body, or his scent.
“P-priest! P-p-priest-nim…!?”
The moment the Hero—lips quivering like a traveler lost in a snowstorm—identified the man who had pounced on her, her pure white naked body, not covered by even a single scrap of thin underwear, was completely enveloped by the priest. He had pinned both her hands together with one of his own.
“P-priest-nim! Wh-what is this! Mmph!”
She tried to speak, but the Hero’s fleeting attempt was effortlessly blocked by the priest’s remaining hand, which mercilessly covered her mouth.
She could have shaken him off if she wanted. Considering the difference in power between the priest and the Hero, the current situation was no different from a tiny mouse rolling around on the back of a massive dragon.
But.
‘I-I can’t move! I couldn’t resist. No—more accurately, the will to resist wasn’t even rising within me.’
If the world were divided into the strong and the weak, she was the strong and the man before her was clearly the weak. Yet the one currently holding absolute power over her life and death was, without a doubt, the weak man in front of her. Rather than feeling humiliation at such a contradictory situation, the current Hero felt a strange, throbbing excitement.
Whether this obedient attitude came from guilt toward him or from her own sexual preferences, even she herself did not know.
“Mmph! Ngh!”
She tried to twist her body just a little, but the man pressed down on her firmly from above, as if he had no intention of allowing even that much.
Slide. Sliiiide.
How seductive the strange, wavy sound of bare skin brushing against the bed sheets must have been.
Only after the Hero had completely drained every ounce of strength from her body—like a wolf exposing its belly to the sky in surrender, proving she had no intention of resisting—did the man carefully remove the hand covering her mouth.
“Puha! Haup… Haa… Haa…”
“……”
It was a truly voracious breathing, as if she were gulping down sweet liquor. A single strand of golden hair became caught in her mouth from the intensity of her breathing, but the current Hero could not even perform the simple act of spitting out the foreign object without the man’s permission.
The man moved his lips. But for some reason, his voice could not be heard. It was as if only his voice had been erased from the world.
The hot body temperature transmitted through their touching skin. The sticky breaths. The dizzying body scent stirring her nostrils. Every scene before her eyes was vivid and clear, yet only the voice from the man’s mouth remained blurry and opaque.
Still, from the slow movement of his lips, the Hero could easily guess what he was urging her to do.
The man was firmly commanding her to recite a certain word. It was a vulgar word that should not be uttered lightly—not as the Hero, and not even as a human with dignity. But the priest’s bewitching gaze looking down at her arrogantly, and that strange smile that seemed ready to grant sweet rewards depending on her attitude, eventually led her down the path of corruption.
“M-moo…”
Louder.
“Mu… Ngh…”
More accurately.
“M-mutt!”
A pitiful volume that retained not even a trace of her usual booming voice. That pathetic sound, worse than the cry of a newborn puppy, clearly revealed how deeply she was agonizing.
Only after a long time had passed did a word whose meaning could be fully understood finally leave her lips.
“M-mutt…♡”
Within her hazy consciousness drenched in shame, humiliation, and a faint trace of ecstasy, the Hero faintly understood what the priest would say as he stroked her head in approval.
Good girl.