The Hero Used Jena's Throat
"Can't you suck it faster? What are you doing?"
Jena glared at Allen with icy eyes. It was a moment of utter humiliation and shame. But at the same time, she felt a wave of relief that he hadn't demanded her virginity. Honestly, even if he'd wanted her body, she couldn't have refused. Sucking a dick was nothing compared to losing her maidenhood. She didn't have to strip in front of him, and it wouldn't leave any marks on her body. On second thought, what did it matter what went into a hole meant for food?
That's... what kind of ridiculous nonsense is that!
Jena startled herself with the thought and bit her lip hard. The situation was so pathetic that every manner of idea was crossing her mind. Sucking off a stranger's dick—no, not just any stranger, but some filthy, origin-less vagrant. No matter how she sliced it, this was wrong. Even for a bet, there were limits to common sense, and this wish was way over the line. Hell, he'd said he wanted an apology from her, so maybe she could fake a polite one and wriggle out of this mess.
"Ha? If you hate it, say so now. I'll spread rumors that the Darius family treats promises like a joke."
But the bastard cruelly dragged her family into it. In the end, the weight of the Darius name forced Jena to abandon her own ideas. How the hell did he even know her family? The only possible source was Saintess Marian, and Jena was stacking up proper resentment toward her.
"...I'll do it."
Finally, Jena slowly approached Allen and knelt down just as slowly. Kneeling before someone was humiliating enough on its own, but her trial was far from over. Lowering her gaze brought his dick right into her face.
This is... a man's dick...
Facing Allen's cock head-on, Jena reflexively wrinkled her nose. It resembled a turtle's head—a repulsive slab of meat poised to jab her face. Even without experience, she knew what a dick looked like. Horses had them, and she'd killed countless monsters with the same equipment. Back in puberty, when her sexual curiosity peaked, she'd even snuck peeks at the lower halves of her kills. The shape differed a bit from those monster cocks, but the general form was similar.
...Disgusting.
Jena grimaced at the sour, oddly pungent smell assaulting her nostrils. But a promise was a promise. And if she had to do it, there was no point hesitating. It's just like eating weird food, she told herself, convincing her mind as she slowly parted her lips and took Allen's dick into her mouth.
He said to suck it, right?
A faint salty tang seeped onto her tongue, and Jena started sucking as ordered—like a kid with candy back in the day. Slurp, slurp. Wet sounds echoed softly in the tent, too quiet to carry outside. It was mortifying and shameful, but she could endure it. Better than surrendering her virginity, no contest. And the first taste of dick in her life? Not as awful as expected. Just a strange saltiness. Honestly, she couldn't fathom why men got off on this.
Wasting a wish on something this lame. What an idiot.
Jena mocked him inwardly even as she sucked. By now, she almost felt grateful he'd settled for a blowjob.
Still, curiosity nagged her. She flicked her eyes upward, wondering what dumbass face the lowborn scum was making.
...Why?
But locking eyes with Allen, Jena stared blankly, forgetting the dick in her mouth. No trace of pleasure on his face. Then why the hell make her do this?
Right then, Allen's mouth opened.
"You suck dick like shit."
His words ignited an inexplicable shame, her face burning hot.
* * *
Yawn-level boring. I thought, staring at Jena's wide-eyed gawk with my cock stuffed in her mouth. Zero guy experience? Her technique was garbage. Even Lina was a virgin at it, but Jena straight-up had no talent there.
"...What's the problem? I did exactly what you wanted."
She finally spat out my dick and shot back, chin tilted defiantly. Still unbroken—her pride hadn't cracked yet.
I savored a twisted thrill at the sight.
Yeah. Keep mouthing off like that. Makes this fun.
Despite her crap skills, my dick throbbed hard. Just knowing my enemy was slurping it gave that perverse kick.
But that was it. At this rate, she'd never make me cum, even all night. A raging hard-on with no release? That's not revenge—it's torture.
I gave her an annoyed look.
"This ain't working. Just open your mouth and stay put."
"...What? I already granted your wish!"
"Thick-skulled bitch. It ends when I cum, obviously?"
Her eyes wavered again. She hesitated, then slowly opened wide. Figured she'd bitten the bullet once—might as well finish clean.
"Brace yourself."
"What do you m—"
I gave her that warning, then rammed my cock roughly down her throat. Her clumsy teeth scraped a bit, but my hero body shrugged off scratches like nothing.
"Guhk!"
Shoved deep, she shuddered with a pained groan. Finally, the sharp pleasure hit—I smirked, fisting her golden hair. Slim strands full of life wormed between my fingers. Gripping tight, I started bucking my hips.
"Ugh... Gkk!!"
Relentless throat-pounding ramped up her thrashing. One glance down showed tears pooling in her eyes.
Electric bliss surged as I kept ravaging her gullet.
Definitely different here.
Unlike her amateur mouth, her throat instinctively fought the intruder. Those contractions milked my dick, sending dirty waves of pleasure through me.
A few minutes of brutal face-fucking later, climax built—I unloaded straight down her throat.
"Urk—."
Pulled out post-cum, and she immediately hurled it onto the floor. She'd barely breathed while I plowed her, now gasping desperately for air.
Tears, snot, and cum smeared her face—I looked down and said,
"Dumb bitch. Should've swallowed."
She glared like I owed her an apology, but whatever.
* * *
"Haa... it's over now, right?"
Finally cleaning her wrecked face, Jena asked me.
I nodded casually. No petty backpedaling here. A stupid wish slip was no big loss anyway.
"Then don't utter my family's name with that filthy mouth again."
She stood, declaring it proudly. Cum breath and all, unchanged from before. I admired the sheer consistency.
"Of course. But you're admitting it, right? That you're weaker than me. No more pointless tests, yeah?"
"...What?"
Her brow furrowed at the jab. Probably chalked her loss up to my freak body.
"Hmph. Just got careless. Won't bother testing you like before, obviously."
Face screaming I’m done talking, she headed for the tent flap.
I tossed one last bait at her back.
"Hit me up anytime you want a rematch. Same stakes, of course."
Hooked.
I cheered inwardly, watching her whirl back with murder in her eyes.