Logan's Fatal Quest
Isabella Queen
"The ancient artisan's pheromone perfume—acquired."
In the dungeon where torches crackled fiercely, Logan curled his lips into a smirk amid the stone chamber where a massive monster lay defeated. He was the exceptional adventurer hailed as a hero by the world.
Commissioned by Isabella Queen of the Relitz Kingdom, he had come searching for an ancient treasure and obtained it smoothly.
"Let's head back."
"Yes."
"Got it."
He returned to the King's Capital with his party members.
Thud, thud.
His confident footsteps echoed through the spacious corridors of the Royal Palace.
"You've returned."
"Good to see you again, Head Maid."
"I'm glad you're safe."
Logan smiled and unfurled the object wrapped in white cloth.
"Here it is."
"Oh, this must be the item Her Majesty sought—the perfume made by an ancient artisan."
"Make sure the reward is generous."
"Of course, after all your hard work."
The middle-aged head maid's name was Marie. She was a countess and the queen's closest attendant.
"I'll take this to Her Majesty myself."
"By the way, how many times did Her Majesty mention my name this week?"
"Hmm..."
Marie carefully wrapped the perfume bottle in the white cloth and pondered for a moment.
"This week, Her Majesty mentioned Lady Aquina 15 times in conversations with others or when speaking to herself, Valentina 10 times, Lord Giorgio 9 times, Lady Teresa 7 times, and Lord Naru a total of 5 times. Is that a sufficient answer?"
She flashed a bright smile.
Logan tilted his head as if something was off.
"My name... wasn't there?"
"It was. Right after Hero Naru—sixth place overall. Twice in total: 'Logan was assigned to this commission?' and 'How long did Logan say it'd take?' Exactly those two."
"Just twice...? And only in those curt, businesslike questions? No praise?"
"Everyone wants Her Majesty's attention. I hope your name comes up more next week."
"Head Maid! How am I ranked below that crippled, inactive cripple from two years ago?!"
"We're in the palace. Mind your words."
"I could understand if I got it, but it's infuriating! If she wasn't saying my name, you should've brought it up! I fetched the ancient perfume! Can't I get a little spotlight too?"
"Then."
Marie smiled kindly and pointed toward the audience chamber.
"Why don't you see her yourself."
"Pardon?"
Logan stood blankly for a moment before running a hand through his hair and straightening his clothes.
"This is why you've been head maid in the palace for so long, Lady Marie."
He grinned in satisfaction.
In this kingdom, nothing was more honorable than being on the queen's lips. It meant recognition as the kingdom's top hero by all.
The hero Kang Naru. Until two years ago, he topped her mentions. A promising hero of the kingdom.
Back then, Logan had pushed himself to the brink to catch up. The fruit of that labor? He once ranked second in her mentions—just once.
But first place was an insurmountable wall. He'd never touched it.
Meanwhile, Hero Kang Naru monopolized the top spot like it was breakfast, even as others fluctuated between second and fifth.
If not for his disability, he might still be holding first even now.
But Naru's gone now. This is my chance to earn the queen's and the people's recognition.
Logan straightened his clothes again. A private audience with the queen was rare. A whole year since the last. He wanted to leave a good impression.
"I heard you retrieved the ancient artisan's pheromone perfume."
In the audience chamber, he finally met the long-awaited queen.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I brought it myself."
Logan knelt on one knee and bowed his head respectfully.
"Well done. I'll use it gladly."
The queen, with her lustrous golden hair, lounged sideways on the long throne, propping her head with one hand, her face bored.
Logan felt a pang of disappointment inside. After all that effort, no gratitude or awe?
'Well done' and that's it? Already dismissing me?
It irked him. He'd hoped for praise from her lips.
He racked his brain for something to say and slyly glanced up at the throne.
There lay the queen in nothing but a thin black negligee, vulgarly chewing grapes while reclining. Her curvaceous figure was on full sensual display, and he scanned her from head to toe in an instant.
His gaze locked on her sagging, granny-like breasts, and he swallowed hard.
Heavy breasts that drooped from their weight. Yet rounded and full at the base. Perky nipples standing tall in the center.
I want to suck on them just once.
The queen's breasts were national treasures. They stirred men's hearts fiercely.
King John was nowhere in sight. The king was just a useless old fool, lounging with maids all day.
At 70, his eyesight failed, his vigor waned, and he'd stepped back from governance. He spent his days in young maids' arms, awaiting death.
Thus, real power lay with Isabella Queen—once a consort, now in her 40s, lounging arrogantly before him. The wicked woman who killed or exiled the first queen's children and their supporters.
Her clothes and behavior scream common slut.
But as the kingdom's top power, her charisma was no joke. He cursed inwardly but feared her all the same.
"You may go."
"Y-Your Majesty!"
Logan blurted desperately.
"I've heard you're seeking your late mother's keepsake lost at sea! Give me the chance, and I'll retrieve it!"
"Oh?"
Interest finally flickered across Isabella Queen's bored face.
"You?"
"Yes! Just one month! I swear I'll bring it!"
"Your name is Logan, right?"
"Yes! Logan Bargal!"
"I knew that already. Bring my mother's necklace, and I'll grant whatever you desire."
Logan's eyes widened.
Whatever I desire...?
A flash: Invite her to drink alone in a room.
"I'll be waiting."
"Your grace humbles me!"
Logan clenched his fist.
Aquina, Valentina, Giorgio, Teresa, Naru?
Hah, soon I'll be the kingdom's greatest hero—Logan.
And the queen as a bonus.
Weeks later.
Logan floated in the vast ocean on a ship.
"We've found it at last. This is near where the queen's mother's ship sank. Everyone, prepare to dive."
"Yes!"
He and his four party members received underwater breathing magic for about three hours, grabbed their weapons, and dove right in.
They swam deep into the sea.
Once this is done, the queen will scream my name for days. I can't miss this chance. I'll find it no matter what!
Find it—and seduce the queen, make her mine!
Those lewd breasts from the audience. Unforgettable even weeks later.
I want to touch them before I die.
There! A wrecked ship!
Bubble bubble.
He signaled his swimming comrades. They nodded.
They headed to the wreckage together.
Just need the necklace now...!
As they neared the half-buried ship in the sand—
"Gah...!"
"Agh...!"
"Kek!"
Long tentacles shot out from somewhere, strangling his comrades' necks.
Logan too. A tentacle gripped his throat fiercely.
"Gaaak...!"
Couldn't breathe. Resistance was hard underwater. Despite prepping for aquatic combat, his body felt strangely weak.
Worse, their supporting mage was dead first. His corpse floated limply like in zero gravity.
Who?! What attacked us!
Logan's vision faded.
His last sight: a humanoid monster wearing a glowing necklace around its neck.
Then a tentacle pierced his mouth and burst out his anus.
He died instantly.
A month later.
News of Logan's death reached Lady Marie. His ship and belongings washed ashore.
"It seems he's deceased."
"Oh? Guess he wasn't that skilled."
Isabella Queen laughed, crossing her legs.
"Find the next one."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
As Marie turned to leave, the queen called her back.
"Naru still hasn't come? Still limping?"
"Yes. He says it still hurts."
"Hmm."
Isabella Queen pondered briefly, then smirked.
"Got it. You may go."
Leaning on his cane slowed his steps.
"Don't mind me—go ahead."
"Never did. I'm just walking at my own pace."
"Liar."
I turned to Melissa, matching my speed, and smiled.
Morning. We passed Buzdra Academy's main gate, heading to the principal's office.
Busy with the move these past few days. Thanks to Melissa's kindness, I'd be staying at her place for a while.
Officially, a long-term guest at Professor Melissa's residence—but really, her live-in lover, sharing a bed every night.
Splash, splash!
This morning too, we fucked vigorously right after waking.
"Hngh...! Ahhh! S-so good...!"
"Hah, hah!"
On the bed in doggy style, I pounded my cock deep into Melissa's pussy.
"Ah! Ah! More! Moreee!"
Since our first time in that inn room last week, we'd been fucking nonstop for nearly a week.
Then, on Melissa's recommendation, Buzdra Academy's principal took an interest and hired me.
Today was my first day.
A new life at Buzdra Academy had finally begun.
Life as an assistant professor—something I'd never tried.
Wonder what it'll be like. I might be clumsy at first, but I was looking forward to it.