New Power (1)

"Please make it quick."

"Got it."

I couldn't embrace her while thrusting. Propping myself up on my arms against the bed, I moved only my hips. Her pussy was so tight that I had to put extra force into each stroke. Creak, creak. Every time my cock plunged in and out, the wooden bed rocked with a faint groan.

Should've gone to a nicer inn. It was getting on my nerves.

"……"

"……"

Aside from the incessant creaking of the bed, neither of us said a word as the act dragged on. I kept my eyes fixed on the pillow beneath my gaze. Sophia, clearly avoiding my face, had draped the pillow over her own head, pressing down hard with both hands to stifle any sound.

Creak, creak, creak.

The room was bright—morning sunlight streamed through the window. Maybe it was the fresh air of a new day, but despite a rough night's sleep, vitality surged through my body. I felt inexplicably good, my cock hypersensitive, erection stronger than ever.

And it wasn't just me. Sophia's pussy had grown slick before I knew it.

Squelch, squelch! The lubrication made my pistoning smoother. In the quiet room, the wet slapping sounds rang out stark and loud.

By then, her body began to twitch faintly, betraying her arousal.

"Ngh…! Grk…!"

Muffled moans leaked from beneath the pillow. She struggled to suppress them. Her mind rejected ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it utterly, but her body was honest. Waves of pleasure swept through her, and with every thrust, she squirted more juices.

My mind stayed clear through it all. I hadn't come here to fuck Sophia. I wasn't enjoying this moment one bit. To spare her more humiliation, I raced toward climax.

"Hah, hah!"

My breaths grew ragged. Pounding her pussy at breakneck speed, the urge to cum crashed over me. Without a word, I unleashed it all.

Was it worry about the adventure ahead today? Or determination to turn Sophia into a top-tier warp mage? I ejaculated harder than ever.

"Hah, hah… fuu…"

"Is it… over?"

"Yeah."

I pulled out immediately and stepped off the bed. So much cum had poured out that my cock was drenched, dripping thick globs onto the floor.

"Um… Is it always like that? You came for so long…"

Sophia lifted the pillow from her head, sensing something off, and slipped a hand under the covers. She groped between her legs, checking her pussy.

"Did you… pee? No. This is… definitely cum."

She peeked under the blanket, examining the fluid on her hand. Her face lit with shock.

"My god… So much. My skirt and the sheets are soaked…"

"Sorry. I'm a cum king. I produce a lot."

"Now I get why you gave me the contraceptive first. With this volume, you'd knock up any girl easy. Young ladies must love it…"

Sophia trailed off with a complicated expression, wiping between her legs with a towel. That's when—

"What was that!?"

She panicked wildly, but I stood unfazed. Years as a hero had honed my instincts.

"An evil spirit hiding in your gut. Probably from sacrificing your pinky to bargain with a dark god. My cum exorcised it."

"Your cum… exorcises evil spirits too?"

"Apparently."

This was unexpected even for me. Who knew my semen could banish possessing demons?

I thought of Vera as I grabbed my pants and dressed.

"A hero's cum is something else…"

Sophia murmured in awe, slipping on her underwear and stepping off the bed. The back of her skirt was soaked with sticky fluid over a wide patch. She patted it futilely, frowning.

"I didn't expect this much."

"Ahem! We're heading to the sea soon. Wash up there."

"Guess so. If I can even manage the trip…"

Sophia grabbed her staff from the table.

"Let me test it."

I nodded, and she chanted a warp spell. A circular magic circle spun on the floor. When the chant ended—

A massive gate pierced straight through our room and the entire inn.

Sophia freaked out.

"I opened a portal! What the—!?"

"That's a warp hole! Close it before anyone from other rooms stumbles in!"

Whoosh! It snapped shut, leaving silence.

Sophia gawked at me, eyes wide in disbelief.

"How did I open a warp hole?"

"Told you. My cum amplifies mana."

I grinned.

Warp hole. A giant portal for over a thousand people at once. Normally impossible solo—even five warp mages with magical devices struggled. Yet Sophia had done it alone.

"It's true!"

For the first time since we met, a bright smile lit her face.

"Gotta be careful opening them."

She chanted meticulously, and this time a proper portal appeared.

"Straight to Trappala Port. Hop in."

"299 kilometers on the nose?"

"Even farther, I bet. Thanks to you, Naru."

"Ooh."

We shared smiles and stepped through.

Warp issue solved. Now, just retrieve Queen Isabella's necklace. Time to don the Sea Princess's skin armor.

By the time Naru reached Trappala Port, the King's Capital was abuzz.

The capital's flashiest district: Karls Square. A Thunderfield Guild banner fluttered proudly.

Passersby halted in shock.

"He's back?"

"Leg healed?"

"Didn't he retire?"

"Heard he's some assistant professor now."

The fallen hero's return—and taking on the queen's high-stakes quest—was juicy gossip. Especially fresh off his Laphone divorce, topping queen-mention charts last week. The capital buzzed with his name in a day.

"No reply yet?"

At the Laphone estate in the bustling district, Michelle had just returned from an outing, face sour.

The world obsessed over Naru and the queen's quest. Success meant the Laphones became traitors. Folks had cheered the divorce from the limping, impotent hero—but now? Recognition from the queen would flip opinions, mocking their folly. And he'd lifted their curse too. The backlash would bury them in the scorn he'd endured.

"That son-in-law… Betting with Vera and not telling me? Just stressing his mother-in-law out…"

Gazing out the window, arms crossed, Michelle turned. Ashley sulked on the sofa.

"No reply, I said!"

"No!"

Ashley snapped irritably, arms flung wide.

"It's been days since I sent it to the academy! No idea why!"

"You gonna just sit there?"

"What more can I do here? He ignores me if I go!"

"Grew up spoiled, waiting for handouts—that's your problem!"

Michelle pulled a note from a drawer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and handed it over.

"Melissa Professor's home address—where Naru stays. Go meet him now."

"What if she won't open the door?"

"Slip a letter begging to meet under the door and leave. Visit daily, stuffing notes till it opens. Make the door filthy. That's the effort for what you want, right?"

"Those bitches are killing me!"

Ashley whined, shaking as she stormed to her room. The "bitches" were Serena and Roberini. She regretted listening to them lately.

Two hours later.

Primped and proper, Ashley stood at Melissa's front gate.

"I'm here to see my husband. Tell him I miss him desperately."

Stepping out in a robe, messy-haired Melissa scratched her nape vigorously.

"He's out. Handling the queen's quest."

"He's gone?"

"Yeah, gone."

Their relationship was neutral—shared drinks during Naru-Ashley dating days, mutual wedding congrats.

"Can I wait inside till he returns?"

"Mm… Probably tomorrow."

"Not tonight?"

"Takes two days usually."

She left disappointed, tomorrow in mind.

In the carriage home, Ashley anxiously stroked her hands.

Tomorrow… I'll cry first thing.

Naru had always melted at her tears. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠He'd pity her for sure.

And we'll fuck right there. Haven't done it lately—tease him till he snaps like a beast.

Make the negotiated divorce vanish via pregnancy plea.

An ambitious smile curved Ashley's lips.