The Hero Devised a Revenge Plan
“Let's have a go.”
“Sure.”
I nodded readily at Jena von Darius's words. My reaction must have caught her off guard, because she stared at me with a dazed expression.
“What? If you don't like it, just say so.”
“...Huh? Oh, no. I mean, yeah. Let's do it!”
I couldn't help but chuckle at Jena's blank response. It was a reaction utterly unimaginable from the venomous bitch she'd been in my previous life. Come to think of it, it was downright absurd. The arrogant, prickly Jena had turned into such a needy slut, and she hadn't even realized it until her adjutant pointed it out.
After my chat with Kyle, I'd come up with a ridiculously simple plan: corrupt every last one of the bitches who'd treated me like shit. Conveniently enough, aside from that imperial crown prince Aaron asshole, most of the people closely tied to me were women. Turning all those cunts into cock-hungry bitches? That sounded like pretty damn good revenge.
'And hey, I'll have some fun along the way.'
I flashed a grin at Jena, who was eyeing me with flushed excitement. Her cheeks were already turning red—it didn't look like corrupting her would be much trouble at all. Sure, her father, Duke Capella von Darius, was still a potential snag, but as long as that grumpy old fart didn't catch wind of what I was doing to his daughter, it was fine.
“Follow me, Jena.”
I said that to her and headed to a spot a little ways from the others. We'd been going out together so much lately that her holy knights didn't bat an eye no matter where we wandered. Kyle was glaring at me with a face full of resentment, though.
“I... I lost.”
After a quick spar, Jena collapsed to the ground and admitted defeat to the hero. It was a given. There was no way she could've closed the massive gap in skill overnight. She knew that full well. And yet, she'd challenged him again without tiring.
Why? Because she'd been thoroughly trained on the taste of his cock.
Just thinking about it being forced down her throat had her thighs clenching and her lower belly tingling.
“Jena, strip.”
“W-what?”
But the hero didn't give her the dick she'd been craving. Instead, he was making the rude demand that she undress outdoors.
“What the... bullshit is this?”
“Oh, did I say blowjob earlier? Wish granted has changed.”
“...Changed? What do you mean?”
Jena glared at the hero as she asked. She'd clearly wagered one wish from the hero in their spar. But up until now, he'd always predictably asked for her to suck out his cum. For him to suddenly change it...
'Th-this wasn't part of the plan...?'
Jena furrowed her brow at his unexpected demand. She had a strange anticipation for what he might wish for, but more than that, she craved him thrusting his cock down her throat.
“Strip, or I'll rip 'em off myself.”
“...Is that your wish?”
Jena asked, staring at him. She wasn't an idiot—she knew exactly what stripping in front of a man implied. But the hero was so unpredictable that she couldn't help doubting every word.
“Your mouth's getting boring. Time to use the one down below.”
“Th-the one down below?”
Jena's cheeks flushed as she parroted his vulgar words. Raised as the refined lady of a noble house, she'd never heard a woman's pussy referred to as a mouth like that—but she grasped his meaning instantly. Back in puberty, her curiosity had driven her to inspect a hunted monster's lower body out of fascination with men's cocks; of course she'd examined her own. Yeah, her pussy lips had looked a lot like actual lips.
“What, don't like it?”
“...Of course I don't?”
That was Jena's response. This was worlds apart from just sucking his cum. It could tank the value of Darius's youngest daughter, who might even be used in a political marriage. And not just anywhere—her first time in the wide-open outdoors? It felt beastly just imagining it.
'Beastly...?'
But oddly, picturing herself getting pounded like an animal outdoors sent a perverse thrill through Jena. Her tongue flicked across her lips without her realizing it. Her pussy was getting soaked and uncomfortable, but she stared at the hero with conflicted eyes, wondering if he was really worth giving her virginity to.
“Don't like it? Then we're done.”
The hero, who'd already pulled out his thick, massive cock and was shaking it, said that with a bored look. Jena's gaze naturally locked onto it. Just seeing that hideous thing, reeking disgustingly, made her mind go blank.
Tomorrow, they'd reach the outskirts of the capital. This would be the end of her romps with the hero. She'd go back to bossing around holy knights and playing haughty captain. But Jena had already tasted a joy nothing else could replace.
“...I hate it, but a promise is a promise.”
With that, Jena began stripping in front of him, piece by piece. Every time his sticky gaze roamed her body, shame burned through her; every brush of the breeze made her flinch. And yet, it was all overshadowed by a wicked sense of liberation.
“...Do whatever you want, hero.”
Standing naked before him, Jena declared it with surprising boldness. She knew it wasn't the time for pride, but it was her last shred of dignity.
'Damn, what a body.'
I openly admired Jena's naked form. Unlike Lina, the simple village girl, Jena's physique was a perfect showcase of human potential through training—sleek, powerful legs like a horse's, hips curving flawlessly from a wasp-thin waist. Her ass clung tight to her hips in ideal proportion, and her tits? No idea how she hid those under armor. Despite her grueling training, a life of luxury had left her porcelain skin flawless, without a single blemish. The only marks were the bruises I'd given her in our recent spars.
“Nice.”
I said it straight to her face, and her cheeks flushed crimson. But I wasn't after romance or feelings. I just wanted to corrupt her, and enjoy myself in the process.
With a blank expression, I reached for the inside of her thigh. Just brushing the firm, smooth flesh there had her trembling like a leaf.
“Scared or something?”
“...J-just ticklish. Keep going if you want, hero.”
I smirked at her forced bravado and slowly slid my hand between her legs. Her already-soaked pussy started wetting my fingers. I roughly pawed at her lower lips like a horse trader prying open a mouth to check teeth.
As I spread her pussy wide, her legs naturally parted. Jena standing there splayed like a crab was pretty hilarious, but I focused on teasing her slit.
“Hnnngh!!”
“What? Ticklish here too?”
“Y-yeah.”
Stimulating inside made an unbelievable gush pour from her cunt. Probably because after days of just sucking cock, this direct touch hit hard. I stroked her dripping pussy, watching her face like a specimen.
She knew her pose was ridiculous—shame colored her features. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured, her eyes rolling back from the building pleasure several times.
“Hah... ha... hnn!”
“You take 'ticklish' weird, huh?”
“I-I'm... always... l-like... thiiiis!!”
I scratched her clit with my nail to punish her habitual lying. A sharp sting mixed with unbearable pleasure, making her rise on tiptoes and quiver violently.
“Nngh... th-there...?”
“Oh, your clit. The spot sluts like you go crazy for.”
I said it flatly, and her eyes widened in shock.
“S-slut? You talking about me?”
“Then what do you call a bitch getting off on a guy's fingers outdoors, leaking like a faucet?”
Jena bit her lip in frustration. But even so, she couldn't pull away from my hand, which she could've dodged with the slightest move.