Jena Wants Encouragement
"What?"
I stared at Jena, who had come to my room, with a baffled expression. After unleashing a torrent of abuse on those four decrepit old bastards, the Gaiana Church had erupted into utter chaos. One of the excited geezers clutched his neck and collapsed, another glared at me with eyes full of venomous hatred, a third questioned whether I was really the Hero, and the last one screamed that I should be burned at the stake right then and there.
My response to those four archbishops had been this:
"What a load of bullshit. Grow old gracefully, you filthy old coots."
It was like pouring oil on a fire. The Holy Knights, who had lined up in their shiny new armor expecting to welcome me, stood around looking lost, glancing nervously between me and the church's higher-ups.
"Y-you madman! Have you truly lost your mind?!"
"He must be a demon spawn! What are you waiting for? Seize and kill him at once!"
The words from those four archbishops' mouths were oh-so priestly. And as expected, the Holy Knights—loyal dogs of power—began drawing their weapons toward me.
It was a powder keg ready to blow.
'Well, at least it feels good to get that off my chest.'
In my previous life, I never could have imagined pulling something like this, but I stayed calm. I didn't need the Gaiana Church's help to catch the Demon King anyway. Hell, if these assholes kept acting like this, I might not even bother hunting him down.
But someone stepped in to defuse the situation: Pope Antonio, whose life motto was "keep the good times rolling."
"Knights, lower your weapons!"
"Wh-what are you saying, Your Holiness?! Didn't you hear what he just said?"
"He deserves summary execution! How can the Pope—?!"
The archbishops immediately protested the Pope's command, but for once, our based Pope didn't back down.
"Silence! How dare archbishops like you question one chosen by the Goddess?!"
True enough, nothing's scarier than a fanatic. The Pope's eyes gleamed with a chilling light—even I felt a shiver—as he invoked the Goddess, and the four old archbishops, stunned by his unexpected reaction, averted their gazes.
'Old man, if you'd done that from the start, things wouldn't have turned out like this here.'
I thought that while watching the Pope display unprecedented charisma. But saying it to his face would just get me some nonsense about the Goddess's will.
Anyway, the situation was resolved, and I headed to the lodging the Pope had assigned me. Sure, he said it was to rest from my journey, but it was obviously to separate me from the archbishops. Still, with no ill will toward the Pope, I obediently stayed put.
That's when Jena showed up.
She knelt naturally before me and spoke in a deferential tone.
"Ugh! Hero, now Jena must depart for the frontier."
Without witnesses, she always dropped to her knees like this. Everything had changed, but her assignment to a remote territory was the same as in her previous life. Well, the outcome was the same, but the process differed slightly.
She'd begged the archbishops to let her stay by my side, but they—furious from their argument with me—yelled at her with flushed faces to head to her post immediately. Considering she was Duke Capella's daughter, they must have been truly pissed at my attitude.
"Yeah. Shame, but can't be helped."
I said that to Jena, who had come to say goodbye. My resentment toward her had faded somewhat, and I planned to end our bad blood by advising her not to use civilians as shields.
"Is... is that all you wanted to say?"
But Jena looked somehow disappointed, and I stared at her blankly, not grasping her intent.
"Could you give me one last bit of encouragement?"
"Encouragement? Sure, no problem. Work hard out there, take good care of the people like I said, and oh—don't burn anyone else."
At my words, Jena stared blankly before crossing and uncrossing her legs—her signature tic. She had something to say but couldn't spit it out.
"What is it?"
Finally, impatience won out, and as I asked, an unexpected reply slipped from Jena's lips.
"Um... could you slap my cheek just once?"
"What?"
That was it. The real reason Jena had come to my room.
'How far have you fallen?'
I scratched my head, staring at her in disbelief. I could guess why she suddenly wanted a slap. She'd probably seen me smack Talrion's face before entering the capital and felt that twisted envy again.
If she really wanted it, I could oblige, but slapping the cheek of someone I'd grown somewhat fond of gave me pause.
'No, I don't get off on hitting people.'
I felt conflicted looking at Jena, who gazed up at me with eager anticipation. Sparring with my sword was one thing, but slapping a defenseless opponent triggered some aversion. Plus, I still didn't fully understand why she derived pleasure from being degraded like this. Maybe, having been revered her whole life, my mistreatment felt like a release to her—but that was just speculation.
"Pl-please."
Seeing her desperate plea, I finally nodded. If we grant the dying their last wishes, why not this for the living?
"Close your eyes, Jena."
"Pardon? Ah, yes."
She shut her eyes immediately. Even knowing a slap was coming, her face flushed as she grinned like an idiot.
Confirming my plan to corrupt her had succeeded, I casually dropped my pants. My already rock-hard cock slapped her cheek with a light thwack.
"Eh?!"
Her eyes flew open wide, staring at me in shock—the texture clearly not what she'd expected. I poked her cheek with the tip, saying,
"Jena."
"Yes?"
"Am I the kind of guy who has to do whatever a slut like you demands?"
"N-no, you're not."
Her face reddened as she answered. Though her request was denied, she looked oddly pleased. Ignoring that, I tapped her cheek lightly with my cock and continued.
"Be grateful even for a cock-slap. It's your farewell gift, after all."
"Yes... thank you so much. Haah."
"Well, if you faithfully guard your territory, maybe I'll slap you as a reward next time."
"...R-really?"
I couldn't fathom why getting slapped made her so happy, but she beamed with genuine joy as she asked. Feeling baffled yet nodding anyway,
"Haah... Hero, your scent is driving me crazy. Could I... suck it a little?"
"...If you want."
Stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back? Dealing with Jena was making me feel a bit off too. Her broken grin oddly aroused me, so I pressed my cock to her lips.
"Haaah... such a delicious smell. Jena loves this scent so much."
She'd once wrinkled her nose at the "gross" smell, but now she inhaled it ecstatically. After savoring it deeply through her nose, she licked her lips and took my cock into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Hard work never beats pure enjoyment, or so they say. Since Jena truly relished sucking cock, her technique had surpassed even Lina's. She savored it like gourmet food, running her tongue over every inch before skillfully drawing it deep into her mouth. Then, greedily swallowing it to the hilt—that sight definitely got me fired up.
Just from sucking, her pussy seemed to gush like a faucet. The room filled with the musky scent of a bitch—or rather, a mare—in heat, and from then on, I lost all reason.
Facing her as she naturally spread her legs and offered her pussy, I thrust in hard.
"Haaaah! Goooood!"
I grabbed her hair roughly and slammed my hips wildly.
"Heeeng!"
With her hair yanked, her unique, twisted moans poured out. Fully immersed, I ravaged her pussy. Her copious, intricately ridged walls clenched with perfect elasticity, devouring my cock.
"Jena, it's too gooood... heeeng!"
After pounding away for a while, I almost missed her signature moans. And right then, something that shouldn't be in this room caught my eye.
'Why the hell are you coming out from there?'