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The hero sensed something was off. "Huh, why...?" Jena simply couldn't wrap her head around this situation.
Yesterday's duel could be chalked up to her overlooking his Immortal Body—a mistake born of complacency, and she hadn't even gone all out. But today was different. One slip, and she'd be swallowing that disgusting fluid again, not to mention the foundations of her hard-earned reputation crumbling away. The captain of the Holy Knight Order, reduced to sucking off some unknown village hick who might as well be the Hero? Even she knew that warranted immediate expulsion from the Church.
"Ah, suck it properly. You wanna lose like yesterday?"
Jena jolted at the hero's words and resumed fellating him. Last night, because she'd been so clumsy at it, what humiliation had she endured? The so-called hero had pried her mouth open and thrust his cock straight down her throat at will. She'd never in her life had her hair grabbed like that by anyone, and the forced degradation was something she never wanted to feel again.
"There we go. Yeah, use your tongue like that."
Jena followed his occasional tips to the letter. Right now, she gripped his thick shaft in her hand, her tongue sliding up and down the length.
Disgusting...
Even as she licked his cock, Jena forced down her revulsion. It had only been a day since leaving the village, and they hadn't properly washed. So here she was, sucking the hero's unwashed dick again—the same one that had cum in her mouth the day before. Naturally, traces of her saliva and dried semen clung to it, their mingled scents fermented into a musty, pungent reek.
"Urk."
Unable to hold back any longer, Jena dry-heaved. Having grown up on the finest foods and clad only in fragrant garments, she simply couldn't stomach it.
Grab—
The moment she retched, she felt his hand twist into her golden hair, just like yesterday.
"Hey, do it right. If you gag like that, it kills my mood."
"S-sorry..."
Jena averted her eyes from his gaze as she murmured the apology. She didn't know why, but whenever he grabbed her hair, a strange weakness drained her body against her will.
"Good. Now lick the sack below."
At his command, Jena shifted from his cock to his balls. The strange, squishy texture tormented her tongue, far worse than the rigid shaft—the smell even more foul, and covered in hair to boot.
Endure it. I have to endure.
Tears welled in her eyes as she diligently lapped at his balls. It wasn't entirely ineffective; every flick of her tongue made his cock twitch.
"Alright, now suck it like yesterday. Touch me with your teeth again, and I'll rip them all out."
Gripping her hair, he lifted her face and shoved his cock right up to her lips. Like a soldier obeying an irresistible order, Jena slowly parted her mouth and took him in. Since she'd already cleaned it once with her saliva, the foulness was slightly less this time. Desperate not to repeat yesterday's ordeal, she sucked with all her might, but he wasn't satisfied.
"Open wide—cock's coming in."
With those words, the hot, thick rod plunged deep into her throat once more.
"Guhk!"
Jena flailed in resistance, but she couldn't break free. The cock forcing its way down her throat left her mind reeling. She couldn't breathe properly, and accepting the situation was impossible.
"Hnggg..."
Better to give in than suffer endlessly. With that judgment, Jena relaxed her body, letting him do as he pleased. Her throat now accommodated the invading shaft more smoothly, granting her a sliver of relief.
"At least you're somewhat usable now."
His words snapped focus back into her dazed eyes. No reason to feel joy at being called "usable" for cock-sucking, yet her emotions stirred faintly.
"Swallow it. That's the deal."
After relentlessly throat-fucking her for ages, he commanded it. Simultaneously, hot, fishy fluid gushed into her gullet. The sticky load refluxed up her mouth and nose, but unlike yesterday, she didn't spit it all out.
"Puke and we start over from scratch. Got it?"
At his words, she pinched her nose and mouth shut, forcing down his cum with a gulp.
**
This bitch... what the hell is she? I stared at Jena, genuinely puzzled. It'd been a week since leaving Kalein Village, and not a single day had passed without her sucking my dick. Hell, some days it was multiple times.
Sure, I'd started it—commanding her with the wish from our first duel. But even after, she kept challenging me relentlessly.
Early on, I'd held back, wondering if she'd finally quit. But after making her suck me off five times and she still came at me, I got annoyed and showed her the real gap in our power. Unless she was a total retard, she'd know even in death she couldn't touch me.
Jena was shameless and rude as hell, but not that brain-dead.
Hah... don't tell me she's enjoying this? Watching her now skillfully mouth my cock, I harbored that suspicion. Why else would she keep betting on duels she couldn't win, multiple times a day?
"Mm, what's this? Not enough?"
As I watched silently, she switched up her technique. I'd take back saying she had no talent. True to her prodigy reputation, Jena adapted fast to a man's body. What started with step-by-step instructions had evolved into her inventing new moves on her own. Right now, with my cock in her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit was sending thrills through me.
"Stop."
Feeling the urge to cum, I shoved her body away. Tempted as I was to blow my load in her mouth, it felt like losing if I did. Besides, my tormenting her was for revenge, not her pleasure.
"Huh? You haven't cum yet. Why? Not satisfied?"
What drove me nuts was how, lately, she seemed to anticipate my dissatisfaction. Is she fucking insane? Even now, she leaned forward with hazy eyes, expectant. Obvious what she wanted: me grabbing her head and throat-fucking her like the first time.
Indeed, these past few days, I'd noticed her thighs twitching whenever I did that. She lacked knowledge beyond oral, so she just trembled helplessly.
"W-well, suit yourself. Go ahead."
Jackpot. When I showed no reaction, she thrust her head forward herself. I was at my wit's end—my revenge plan felt utterly derailed.
Adding to the irritation was Saintess Marian Delarossi. I'd teased her to the brink then stopped, hoping she'd writhe in her own frustrated lust. It worked at first—she hovered around me—but once I started traveling with Jena, Marian barely left the carriage.
Nothing goes my way.
"Do it. I'm ready."
I scratched my head, eyeing Jena with her mouth naturally agape. Flushed cheeks. Thighs clenched inward. Eyes stained with anticipation and perverse pleasure. Anyone could see she was enjoying this more than suffering.
Should I give it to her?
The thought of using her pussy instead of her throat crossed my mind—her skill had me riled up too. But taking her virginity would be a hassle. She might not realize it, but her father, Duke Capella von Darius, doted on his youngest daughter fiercely. He'd even overlooked her abandoning her people.
Duke Capella...
He didn't scare me—I could beat him now—but dealing with that stubborn prick would be a pain in every way. And even if I fucked her despite the risk, it wouldn't really be revenge.
"Get lost."
"What?"
She looked up at me, flustered.
"You deaf too, on top of stupid? You're boring. Just fuck off."
I spat the venom at her with a scowl. Revenge, it turned out, was harder than it looked.