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Jena von Darius was somehow twisted. "Hero! A promise is a promise!"
"Ah, fuck off. Just get lost already, you crazy bitch."
The Holy Knight Order, saintess included, stared blankly at the chase between the hero and Jena. Their once-elegant captain was pursuing the hero, who was fleeing from her like she was a nuisance.
"Th-they seem to have gotten really close."
One of the knights watching the scene muttered that. No matter that he was the hero—even their captain hailed from the mighty Darius family. No one had ever imagined someone could straight-up call her a "crazy bitch" to her face.
Whether the knights gawked in stunned silence or not, Jena chased after Allen with a grave expression. She didn't know exactly what the two had been up to, but lately, Jena had been spending more and more time glued to the hero's side. Or rather, precisely because she and Allen kept disappearing together multiple times a day, even their schedule was falling behind.
A few quick-witted knights glanced at Saintess Marian Delarossi. They were all from the Gaiana Church, after all, and they knew exactly why Marian was so desperate to find the hero.
Crunch.
That sound definitely came from Marian's mouth. To make such a noble saintess grind her teeth like that. The knights marveled once more at the hero's sheer audacity.
But Marian wasn't the only one grinding her teeth at the sight of the two playing tag like children.
Fuck. Where did this mangy stray dog bastard come from... daring to lay a hand on my captain!
Kyle de Baxter, the Holy Knight Order's vice-captain who had long harbored feelings for Jena. He glared at Allen with eyes full of murderous intent. Of course, he knew full well how much of a bitch Jena could be. As her right-hand man, he knew her shitty personality better than anyone.
Even so, Kyle didn't see her temperament as a major issue. Raised without want in a noble house, it was only natural she'd lack manners—and her stunning beauty made even that abrasiveness seem endearing.
But now, watching this hero suddenly hovering around her, Kyle felt a profound sense of crisis.
This... this won't do.
Kyle steeled himself with a massive resolve as he watched Jena frolic playfully with the hero.
***
"Aren't you getting too chummy with the hero these days?"
"What?"
Jena arched an eyebrow at Kyle's words as he sought her out. It wasn't because he'd overstepped by commenting on her and the hero's business. It was simply infuriating that a vice-captain from some minor border noble house dared to critique her behavior.
"There are bad rumors circulating among the men."
"...Bad rumors?"
Kyle nodded lightly at her question. He knew better than anyone how much she cared about her reputation.
In truth, no such rumors existed among the ranks. If anything, some soldiers had confessed they were misjudging her for hanging around so casually with a hero from some backwater village—no noble blood to speak of.
"What rumors? Wait, is it that ridiculous one from before again...?"
Jena, feeling a pang of guilt, asked—but Kyle slowly shook his head. He didn't want her tangled up with the hero, even if it meant fabricating rumors. He just wanted to pry the hero away from her side.
"Th-they say the hero is treating you like a joke..."
"...Treating me like a joke?"
But contrary to Kyle's hopes, Jena flew into a rage at the rumor. Her cheeks flushed red with fury, her breathing growing ragged.
Confirming her reaction, Kyle inwardly cheered.
***
"Got it, Vice-Captain. I'll handle that myself."
Jena dismissed Kyle from her tent with those words. Honestly, even she couldn't understand why she felt this way. Rumors that the hero was treating her like a joke? Normally, that would've pissed her off—but instead, a thrilling tingle coursed through her body. Like being stripped naked in public: humiliating, yet laced with a perverse pleasure.
And today, with no forced deepthroating from the hero, that pleasure was unbearable.
You're insane, Jena.
She knew on some level that this sensation was wrong. But after over a week of having her throat violated by force, she'd already been dyed in strange tastes far from the norm.
Haa... I wish he'd grab my hair again and shove it in deep.
Jena sighed, unwittingly harboring such thoughts. She startled at her own mind, yet felt that same illicit thrill at her own corruption.
Honestly, now she couldn't go without a thick cock ramming her throat—her neck itched unbearably otherwise. Sure, Allen wasn't the only man with a dick. Her vice-captain Kyle right there probably had one, and so did the other knights, no doubt.
That bastard's cock, cock, cock.
Jena felt disgust at how she kept fixating on Allen's dick. No, the truth was worse. For a fleeting moment, she'd even seriously considered letting Kyle shove his into her itching throat.
Of course, she dismissed it instantly. She couldn't tolerate such rumors in her order, and some lowlife like Kyle wouldn't satisfy her anyway. She knew he fancied her, so he'd never refuse the request. But him manhandling her like that hero? Impossible.
I'm going crazy here...
Suppressing her boiling lust once more, Jena replayed the day's events. Why hadn't the hero throat-fucked her today?
"It's not fun anymore."
She recalled his words. Jena concluded her skills at pleasing men must've fallen short, boring him. As usual, she brought two fingers together and slid them into her mouth.
It had started as practice to avoid his forced violations—but now, the meaning had warped completely.
He definitely liked it when I did this with it, right?
Sucking her index and middle fingers, Jena imagined Allen. The musky scent from his cock, his voice, his expressions. Knowing they'd reach the imperial capital in just days made her itch even more desperately. Her thighs clenched inward, her panties soaking through.
But poor Jena, clueless on self-pleasure, could only suck her fingers to soothe the blaze—strangely, jamming them deep into her throat eased it just a bit.
Ah, Hero... haa...
***
"What?"
"I mean, stop acting so friendly with Captain Jena."
I scowled at the man who'd barged into my tent at night. After dealing with Jena all day, now her subordinate shows up spouting nonsense. How could I not be pissed?
Even without that, some guy invading my tent at night would sour anyone's mood.
Kyle something-or-other? Her vice-captain, right?
I eyed him with a frown. No normal people in the Gaiana Church, it seemed. Then again, with a goddess who was the ultimate balance freak, expecting sanity from her followers was laughable.
"Haa, fine. I get it—just fuck off."
I tried shooing Kyle out, but he planted himself firm, refusing to leave without my answer.
"Ah, quit bitching at me and tell your boss."
"I've already spoken to Captain Jena."
"Haa, then we're done. Just leave me out of this shit!"
I shoved him toward the tent flap, yelling. With everything going to hell and my head already a mess, now this random asshole clings on?
But his next words stopped me cold.
"You... because of you, Captain Jena—my Jena—is ruined."
Kyle bawled pathetically, screaming at me. And hearing that...
"...Ruined?"
I grinned, a refreshing clarity washing over me like I'd solved a nagging puzzle.