Jena von Darius is Broken
“Hiiik… hit… haauk… haaaang!!”
Jena felt like she was losing her mind. Back when she’d first received the order to find the Hero alongside the Saintess, she’d inwardly dismissed him completely. No matter what the goddess’s oracle said, from her perspective, Kalein Village was no different from some backwater boondocks without a single decent noble in sight—she couldn’t imagine anyone worthwhile coming from there.
As expected, the Hero turned out to be some human of unclear origins, and Jena had mocked him freely. A lucky bumpkin who’d gotten an Immortal Body. That’s all he was to her, and even that immortality didn’t seem all that impressive.
Hmph, at best he’s just an immortal cockroach.
From Jena’s standpoint, a Hero who’d never even received proper sword training was bound to look that way. But as she sparred with him directly, her thoughts began to shift bit by bit. The man she’d figured had never even held a sword properly was far more skilled than she was.
And now, that change in perception was nearing its end. She’d admitted to herself that someone like her couldn’t even reach the Hero’s fingertip—let alone his toe.
In fact, Jena was trembling all over from just one of the Hero’s fingers.
“Haut… haaaa… th-there… a little more… haaak…”
Every time the Hero’s rough finger brushed her clit, Jena let out piercing moans. She couldn’t believe such lewd sounds were coming from her own mouth, but her body was broken, completely beyond her control. Her reason was paralyzed by the intense pleasure surging from her lower half.
At first, she’d tried desperately to cling to her sanity, but now she’d half-given-up, surrendering her body to the ecstasy.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, Jena. You’re in no position to demand anything from me.”
“…Euk.”
“If you want it that bad, shake your hips yourself.”
Jena glared at the Hero, biting her lip hard. The moment he stopped moving his finger, the pleasure soaking her body cut off abruptly. Her pride stung, of course, but she was already addicted to this pleasure she’d tasted for the first time in her life.
She slowly positioned her pussy over his outstretched middle finger and began grinding her hips. Making his rough finger stimulate her most sensitive spot.
“Haaang… haaak… g-good… haang!”
Jena cried out as she rubbed her pussy against the Hero’s finger. Even as pleasure wracked her with moans, she couldn’t believe her own transformation. Wasn’t she turning into a bitch in heat, just like he’d said?
Ah, a bitch.
The word she’d thought of sent another jolt through her entire body. The deeper she fell, the more an inexplicable pleasure dominated her senses.
At that moment, perhaps pleased by the sight of her shaking her hips like a bitch and grinding her pussy, the Hero started moving his finger again. The digit that had been pressing her clit delved deeper into her.
Her already drenched folds were toyed with by his hand, and Jena could fully feel the man’s finger invading her depths.
“Hiiit…!!”
The instant his finger plunged into the hole she hadn’t known what to do with, Jena felt a white-hot pleasure explode in her mind. It was as if every nerve in her body was concentrated in her pussy. No—it felt like she’d become nothing but a giant pussy herself.
“Haa… haaa…”
Jena panted heavily as she looked at the Hero. With an indifferent expression, he stirred her pussy, teasingly hovering his finger just inside without fully committing.
A mix of electric pleasure and frustrating deprivation was wrecking her brain. Finally unable to endure it, Jena begged the Hero like a criminal, pleading for his finger.
“Aaah… p-put it in. Stop teasing me…”
At her words, the Hero’s blank face shifted. He stared straight at her, a smile creeping across his lips.
“Is that how you beg?”
“…Euu.”
Jena’s face crumpled like she might cry at his words. What kind of man got off on this? Why was he tormenting her like this? She couldn’t understand the Hero at all.
“P-please… I beg you.”
Of course, what baffled her most was how she kept submitting to him despite it all.
Ha, hilarious. I felt a thrill of pleasure at the words of supplication spilling from Jena’s lips. Jena von Darius—using honorifics with me. And not for any noble reason, but just to get my finger in her pussy.
Something unimaginable in my previous life was happening right before my eyes.
What should I do? As I watched Jena spread her own pussy hole and urge me on, I gripped my cock. I could finger her as requested, but it felt like a waste to deflower a virgin with just a finger.
“N-no way? Y-you’re not thinking of putting that in, are you…?”
When I grabbed my cock and looked at her, Jena stared back with a panicked expression. Even half-lost in pleasure, she still had enough sense left to know a cock shouldn’t go there.
I deliberately shook my cock in front of her eyes.
“Don’t want it? Then we can stop right now.”
“…It, it’s too big, isn’t it?”
“Pfft.”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her absurd response. Hesitating over my cock because it was too big? She was definitely broken, and solidly so.
“Cut the bullshit and get on all fours.”
“Huh?”
“If you’re gonna be a bitch, act like one—get down like a dog.”
At my words, Jena flushed red as she stared at my cock, then slowly assumed the position. Seeing her on all fours like a dog, exposing her pussy to me, made my cock throb painfully.
I slowly rubbed my cock against her sopping wet pussy lips. The moment the glans touched her, as if she’d forgotten even fear, Jena started moaning again.
“Hiiik… haaa… g-good…”
Every time my cock tapped her clit, her body shuddered visibly. Just from that, she came again, squirting more juices.
As I kept teasing without entering, Jena grew frantic and pleaded with me.
“P-put it in, please. I beg you…”
“Say it properly, Jena.”
“P-please put Hero-sama’s cock… inside Jena’s pussy.”
Once my cock was slick enough, I carefully thrust into her body. Even just the tip barely breaching her hole brought an unbelievable tightness.
A well-trained body was tight all the way through, it seemed. Feeling the sharp pleasure, I slowly pushed deeper.
“Hii, hiiit… it, it hurts.”
As my cock roughly invaded, Jena trembled violently and whimpered to me. I knew it would hurt, of course. She was a virgin like Lina, and I felt something blocking my path at her entrance.
But unlike with Lina, I didn’t hesitate—I tore through Jena’s virginity without mercy. Tenderness was a luxury she didn’t deserve, and this roughness would probably excite her even more.
“Endure it. If you can’t handle a little pain, don’t call yourself a knight.”
“Heuk.”
At my words, Jena clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her moans. Incredibly, her body adapted to my cock with shocking speed, banishing the initial resistance.
The folds inside her pussy clung to my shaft, as if finally understanding what they were for. As I began slow pistoning, her walls clenched and relaxed in rhythm with my movements.
“Heut… haaaang… haut!!”
A different sensation from Lina flooded my body with pleasure. And Jena, skilled in using her body, quickly figured out how to maximize her ecstasy and started bucking her hips wildly.
Each lift of her waist brought a pressure like my cock might be pulled out. Refusing to yield, I grabbed her hips and pounded roughly.
Plap plap plap.
Her elastic ass slapped against me, producing lewd sounds.
“M-my hair…”
“What?”
“Heug… Je, haaa… grab my… hair… haang..”
Even as she bounced her hips relentlessly, Jena made her request. It irked me that she was demanding something, but I decided to indulge her this once. No need to stop her self-destruction.
When I roughly yanked her dazzling golden hair, Jena shuddered like she was cumming from that alone. And in that instant, her pussy clenched my cock with far greater force.
“Heuuut… haaang, g-good. Jena is Hero-sama’s… bitch.”
With her hair gripped, Jena thrashed her hips wildly, blurting out words I hadn’t even ordered. Each filthy confession made her pussy contract violently.
This was the moment the arrogant Holy Knight Captain, Jena von Darius, fully devolved into the perfect bitch in heat.