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Allen came up with an amusing thought. "Hero, put your dick in Jena!"
'C-crazy!'
At that very moment, as Allen and Jena were lost in devouring each other's bodies like beasts, Saintess Marian was hiding in the woods, secretly peeking at the two of them going at it.
It wasn't pure coincidence that Marian had stumbled upon this scene. She'd followed the oracle and found the hero, but for some reason, he didn't seem all that friendly toward her. Well, from their first meeting, he'd gone straight for her ass, so maybe that counted as friendly in a twisted way.
Either way, it didn't look like her original plan—using the naive hero to solidify her position—would be easy. Already stressed from dealing with this weirdo hero, Marian started feeling anxious for another reason.
"Heh, looks like the hero and the captain have gotten really close lately."
"Isn't it your first time seeing the captain chat so casually with a guy?"
Right—the hero was getting chummy with Knight Captain Jena.
Marian had been floored when she'd heard that his precious wish on that one-time coupon was just to get close to Jena. The absurdity was beyond words.
'If that's the case, then why the hell did you grope my pussy like that?'
That's why Marian hated him. The way he casually touched her most private spot and then hung out with some Jena—it grated on her nerves.
'In the end, you want to catch the eye of that Darius family too, huh? You hick.'
So Marian concluded. No matter how much she racked her brains in the carriage over the past few days, the only thing she lacked compared to Jena was a solid family backing her up.
As everyone knew, Marian came from Raksha Street's red-light district, while Jena hailed from the ridiculously prestigious House Darius—comparing the two was laughable.
In truth, it was just Marian's own inferiority complex, but there was no one around her to point that out.
So, Marian deliberately avoided meeting the hero. She hid in her carriage, sulking openly, hoping he'd come around and change his mind.
But days passed with no reaction from him. Instead, he just gallivanted around camp with Jena, putting on a disgusting show.
'This can't go on.'
Marian had half-given up on her claim to the hero, but as the imperial capital drew nearer, her greed swelled. She'd finally gotten a chance to make her mark as a saintess—it was too wasteful to let it slip away.
So Marian secretly tailed the hero and Jena. Her main goal was to confirm their relationship, and if things went south, maybe beg Jena for a favor. Just a little reminder not to forget her contribution in receiving the oracle about the hero.
'Oh my god!'
But the sight that greeted her as she stealthily followed them was beyond her wildest imagination. Or rather, for someone from Raksha Street, it was all too familiar—though the memories from her young days weren't that vivid.
"Haaang! Yes, hero! Haht... more there!"
"Shut up. I said you don't get to make demands."
"Huuht! Haaang... d-do whatever you want!"
The arrogant Jena, who acted like she was the best thing since sliced bread, was pinned beneath the hero, moaning like a whore. Not only that—she was panting like a dog in heat, slobbering over his outstretched fingers with her filthy tongue.
No, it was more than that. Jena was calling herself a bitch in heat, her face glazed over like she'd taken some potent aphrodisiac.
'An aphrodisiac, maybe?'
Saintess Marian suspected the hero the moment she saw it. The Jena she knew would never act like this. A woman this far gone was rare even in Raksha Street.
"Haht! Haaaang!!! Thrust deeper! Haht!"
"Haa... fucking insane. Clinging like a damn leech."
But after watching a bit longer, Marian realized she was wrong. The hero moved his hips with a remarkably detached expression, while Jena seemed to be the one truly reveling in it.
"Aaah, grab my hair, my hair!"
"...There, happy?"
"Ahk! Uhuhu... y-yes, good."
When the hero even twisted her hair roughly, Jena's face lit up with utter bliss.
'So that's what it was...'
Marian finally realized their relationship wasn't due to some drug—it was consensual. Maybe the hero had promised to become House Darius's son-in-law in exchange for her body. Or hell, Jena was gorgeous enough that a country bumpkin hero falling for her was no surprise. He'd groped her pussy without hesitation from the start, after all.
'What do I do...?'
Watching them fuck plunged Marian into deep thought. She had no backing to offer the hero, and she sure as hell couldn't pull off something as slutty as Jena. Still, she couldn't shake her greed—not when being demoted from saintess loomed.
Peeking on their sex, she didn't even notice her own panties soaking through.
*
'She's lost it for real.'
I thought that as I slammed my dick into Jena's pussy.
Sorry to Lina, but purely in terms of holes, Jena was the clear winner. Maybe all that training tightened her insides too—her pussy was like a swamp, relentlessly squeezing my cock, sucking it deeper even when I held still.
"Huk... haaang! Hair, my hair."
And Jena acted so slutty it made me question if this was really her first time. Shove fingers near her mouth, and she'd gulp them down her throat; she'd spit out filthy talk while clenching nonstop. And weirdly, grabbing her hair made her arch her back, letting out lewd moans.
Her broken state gave me a thrilling rush.
"Haa, gonna cum inside now."
"Hiiht... ah, no, but... aahhh...!"
At my words about creampieing her, Jena flinched and looked back, a flicker of worry about pregnancy piercing her haze.
I grabbed her hair roughly again and whispered in her ear.
"Where does a bitch get off talking back?"
"Haht... d-do whatever... you waaant!!"
I pounded her hard as she answered. I felt her folds at the entrance writhing, begging for cum as they clung to my dick. Savoring the jolt, I unleashed inside her.
"Hiiiit!"
As hot liquid filled her, Jena shrieked and bucked wildly. Watching her shake her hips to milk every drop in her climax, I had that fun idea.
I figured out why she was obsessed with hair-pulling.
"Jena, no night watch tonight."
"...Pardon?"
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself."
Smack! I lightly slapped her ass, cum dribbling out.
Excited again, she nodded with ragged breaths.
I ordered her to dress, then turned toward the woods. She thought she was hidden, but I could clearly see the saintess peeking.
*
"The captain's really changed a lot."
"Yeah. Standing night watch herself on the last night? I was touched."
"Must be the hero's good influence or something."
The holy knights marveled at Jena's unexpected offer, praising the hero nonstop.
Born a noble, Jena had always been authoritarian, leaving her subordinates to suffer. She never lifted a finger herself and didn't care if they slaved away.
But today, something unbelievable happened. Jena offered her men rest and volunteered for night watch.
"Everyone, rest well. Or anyone who crawls out of the barracks, I'll personally chop their head off."
The phrasing was brutal, but it was touching for her men. Most laughed off the grim threat.
Now near the capital, no sane person would attack Gaiana Church's holy knights anyway. Battlefield watches made sense, but this pointless one was just drudgery.
For her to take it on? How could they not be moved?
"How can we let Lady Jena stand watch alone? Let me—"
"Shut it, Kyle. That's an order."
"B-but..."
"Fine! I'll cut your head off right now!"
Of course, there was always one clueless guy. Kyle pushed back, but under glares from the men and Jena's sharp command, he backed down.
The knights and Kyle thought she was joking, but Jena was seriously considering slicing Kyle's throat.
'If he interrupts my time with the hero, he's dead.'
Truth be told, Jena didn't know why the hero banned night watch. She just shivered in anticipation of whatever he'd do to her.
Jena was thoroughly broken.