The Hero's Love Excludes Only His Ex-Wife
Purplish dawn light filtered through. I quietly followed Site to the guest room. Lydia trailed behind us, yawning.
The guest room was clean and decent. They'd probably prepared it in advance, knowing I'd be staying over.
Once we'd roughly settled in, Site didn't leave. Instead, she locked the door.
Like a starving woman, she hurriedly stripped off her clothes. Her underwear was the cheap kind common among ordinary commoner women—no fancy design, just rough fabric barely covering the important bits.
I let out a weary sigh and undressed too. Lydia lay on the bed first, watching us with delight before promptly passing out on her own.
"Hah! Ahhn! Hnng! B-better than with Madam! Ahn! Ahn! Haat!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Every time I thrust my hips up, Site cried out in ecstatic bliss. Unlike with Lady Rose Mary, I was a bit rougher with her—smacking her ass, yanking her tight ponytail, or just lying back and making her service me without moving a muscle.
"Ugh, it's bitter! Put it in my mouth!"
"Yes! Hee! Ahhn! Ungh!"
Right before exploding, I swiftly pulled out and shoved my cock into Site's mouth. She hadn't taken any contraceptives, so creampieing her pussy was out of the question. I hadn't brought any either.
Squirt, squirt!
"Mmph!"
Site wasn't used to oral finishes. She couldn't swallow the thick globs filling her mouth and kept spitting them up.
"Cough! Cough!"
The sheets ended up a total mess because of it. After cumming, I immediately got hard again and plunged back into her pussy.
This time, I lifted one of her legs, lay on my side, and shook my hips furiously. Before I knew it, I passed out in that position.
"Snooore..."
"Master Naru...?"
It had been an exhausting day. Work at the academy during the day, then nonstop sex until dawn the next morning...
Site later told me she'd been startled seeing me conk out in an instant, but I looked so worn out she didn't wake me. She just left my cock buried in her pussy and slept like that. After explaining, she whined regretfully, begging for a rematch next time.
I had no choice but to nod.
Even though it was only 7 a.m., everyone was already up. Lady Rose Mary had come out to see me off as I left.
"I wanted to treat you to breakfast, but you can't stay—whatever shall we do?"
"It's fine. If I eat, I'll be late to the academy. Sorry about that."
"I hope you slept comfortably last night?"
"Thanks to your hospitality, I slept like a rock. The bed was so soft and nice."
The lady looked impeccably put-together—no sign she'd spent the night in a sex frenzy. Her hair was neat, her attire elegantly modest and beautiful. Her posture and expression toward me showed no disarray whatsoever. I was inwardly impressed.
Damn, she hides it perfectly.
Did she have even more stamina than me? I was dying of exhaustion without a wink of sleep. Impressive that she was holding up after barely three hours, even in front of her staff.
"Let me send you to the academy in the carriage. Hop on."
"Thank you."
Her red lips, which had rimmed my ass, were right there up close. I still couldn't believe it. Those gorgeous lips had licked me relentlessly... The strange, ecstatic pleasure lingered in my memory. I kept sneaking glances to confirm it was really her.
And her voice—calm, refined, like gentle classical music. That same voice had moaned so wildly last night. It felt like looking at a different person; the night's events seemed like a dream.
Huh?
My pants felt a little heavy. Recalling last night had gotten me aroused without realizing. My glans was twitching, starting to stiffen.
This guy's got no sense of timing.
I quickly cleared my head and chatted lightly with the lady, smiling.
Clop, clop.
The carriage arrived soon enough. Right on cue, Lydia rushed out in her uniform, bag slung over her shoulder. She'd overslept and hadn't even put on her wig—just clutched it in her hand.
"Mom, I'm off!"
"Have a safe trip, dear."
"Yeah!"
Lydia climbed in first. I gave everyone a polite farewell and stepped into the carriage, but paused to glance around.
There it is again.
A presence among the lush trees in the garden. Someone—or something—was watching me.
Just like that feeling a few days ago.
But nothing visible. It looked like a normal garden no matter where I looked. And the moment I noticed, the presence vanished.
The thing was a master at hiding.
Person? Monster? Just a bird?
Lost in thought for a second, Lady Rose Mary looked at me curiously.
"Professor?"
"Yes? Oh, sorry. Thanks for the food and bed. Take care."
"Come visit anytime. House Alekgot is always open to you."
Her words flashed me back to her pussy spread wide all night.
Me and my dirty mind.
I cleared my throat and boarded the carriage. As I shut the door and sat, it set off.
My body was dead tired, but the usual day began anyway. Clock in, attend the professor and assistant professor meeting, escort my RS group kids to the lecture hall. The one saving grace was the academy's youthful energy—it rubbed off on me, perking up my spirits in the bright, laughter-filled halls until I forgot my fatigue.
With that refreshed mind, I pondered the looming rebellion.
How best to stop it?
From a quick morning check, Marquis Bishtent was en route to the capital. Word was he'd arrive by the weekend at latest. Plenty of time to prepare.
Better safe than sorry—starting tonight, crash at the palace every night.
Plans might change; they could send assassins early. I'd guard the queen's bedroom airtight at night.
Queen's fine, but her...
Class was in session now. Through the glass wall, I gazed steadily at Alicia in the lecture hall.
Do I need to watch her too... Hmm.
I rubbed my chin, mulling it over. Apologize to Angelina, maybe? Not appealing, but no choice. As a righteous hero, I couldn't play favorites. Spread love to all, like a saint.
"Hello."
"Ah, you're late."
Anne the assistant professor, delayed by other business, brushed my forearm familiarly before pulling away. Was I imagining it, or had she been flirting more lately?
"Word is you're becoming a full professor. Must be nice."
"Nice? I prefer assistant. Professors are swamped—prepping every lecture, research in the office."
"I can help."
"Pardon?"
"If it's tough, I'll assist."
She smiled coyly and winked. I pretended not to notice, scratching behind my ear with an annoyed look.
"Eh, who knows. Just go with the flow. If it happens, great; if not, whatever."
I'm not doing it. Weekends are for adventuring.
One assistant professor made the lecture go in one ear and out the other.
Glance.
Alicia shot a side-eye toward Naru. He was chatting with Harmony Department's Anne right now.
He was staring at me just a bit ago...
Why? Was he actually interested? Alicia scoffed inwardly.
I know I'm pretty.
Sorry, but stern. Who'd like someone who blocks her at every turn? Confess, and she'd kick him full force with her chin held high.
Lately, praise for Assistant Professor Kang Naru as an excellent educator was everywhere. But not in Alicia's eyes.
What nonsense.
A petty tyrant abusing teacher authority. Devil. Idiot. Moron.
She'd never acknowledge him. Rumors said he'd cleared a mermaid dungeon no one outside school could, but she didn't buy it.
Probably got help from colleagues.
Rumors get exaggerated. No way he did it solo. She'd never seen his skills firsthand anyway—no sword demos, no lectures heard.
Maybe fine for RS group's failing kids, but for her in Harmony EL group? Nothing since he arrived—except that one sword tip last time.
But I kinda wanna sit in on a class. Curious how good he really teaches.
When would that jerk assistant come lecture EL group? RS kids got it daily.
Assistants usually only lectured their own group.
Not jealous or anything—just wanna judge properly once. Not dying for his class. Just giving one shot.
She rationalized, pondering deeply.
Tell Assistant Wigrev to take a vacation?
Hmm. If EL's spot opened, Naru might fill in. Alicia mulled the idea.
Finally, heading home. The day blurred by in a daze. Yawning nonstop, I barely made it to Melissa's place.
Change clothes, head to palace. Sleep first—no food. Nap on the palace roof near queen's bedroom. That was my bed tonight.
Telling the palace right away risked Bishtent's spies inside. Needed to think it over.
As I thought, a tent appeared at Melissa's mansion front gate.
"What? Vendor?"
"Eek!"
A familiar-faced maid spotted me and dove into the tent. Rustling inside, then a woman in neat dress stepped out.
It was Ashley.
"Honey! I've been waiting!"
Her eyes shone, beaming like she'd won the lottery. I was baffled why a tent was here—or her.
"What're you doing here?"
"W-we're in divorce cooling-off, but no talking... I wanted to chat."
"Yeah? Have fun monologuing."
I ignored her and walked past.
"W-wait!"
She called from behind, but I kept going. No time for ex-wife chats now. Rest up, prep for rebellion—that mattered.
"Wait! I have something important!"
Bull. Just talk.
"I'm pregnant!"
"Congrats."
"It's yours!"
"Hm?"
I stopped and turned.
"Who'd you knock up? We haven't slept together in over two years."
"I-I don't know! Anyway, I am! Yours!"
She pouted, caressing her lower belly.
Lying outright now.
"Lie, and you'll regret it."
"S-sorry! Made it up to keep you. I'm not pregnant..."
"You're insane."
"I'll try hard, so don't divorce. Please?"
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Engine started. Before the big sobs, I turned away.
"Don't leave" meant nothing—we were done.
"Bye."
I opened the gate, entered, shut it. She slumped in despair, wailing pleas.
"Honey! Hoooneey! Sob sob!"
Some woman's crying—nothing to me. She'd leave when tired. Brushing it off, I headed inside.