The Hero Reunites with the Worst Fated One
“Allen, haaht… so, good… aaang!”
Lina’s lewd moans echoed through the spacious room. Having sensed that I might leave again soon, she’d begged me to hold her one more time, and I was dutifully fulfilling her request.
“Hngguuht!!”
Well, truth be told, watching Lina straddle me and buck her hips like she was riding a horse made it hard to tell who was holding whom. Eyes squeezed shut, she planted her hands on my body and heaved her waist up and down.
“Hngaaang, so, good. Haaht!”
Even after we’d fucked countless times, Lina’s pussy clenched around my cock without a hint of fatigue. Sure, she was just your average village girl. Pretty for a country bumpkin, but she didn’t have Marian’s refined elegance or Hazel’s flashy allure. Compared to Jena, whose body was honed to perfection, Lina’s grip felt almost ordinary.
Still, nothing thrilled me more than sex with Lina. Holding her cleared my head in a way that screwing Jena—tainted by all those filthy emotions—never could. And the sight of Lina sweating atop me, moaning with passion, was utterly lovable.
“Haaht… haaaang!”
Sensing my urge to cum, Lina tightened her pussy and sped up her hips. I grabbed her slender waist and unleashed inside her. I felt the hot fluid fill her womb, then spill back out along her walls.
Even at the peak of her climax, Lina didn’t stop shaking her hips, as if begging for more seed.
“Huaaah…”
A beat later, she finally stilled and collapsed onto me, spent like she’d burned herself out. I patted her back, and when our eyes met, she pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues tangled, swapping saliva in a deep, lingering kiss.
That sloppy makeout had my cock—still buried in her—swelling up again.
“Hng… ah, no. No more.”
Feeling it grow inside her, Lina looked at me in horror. Worn out from our endless rounds, she pulled off like she was fleeing. My Immortal Body had recovered in seconds, but I’d had my fill of her anyway, so I let her go.
“Jeez, you’re insatiable.”
Grumbling that at me, Lina playfully stroked my cock with her hand. Undeterred by the mix of my cum and her juices, she took it into her mouth. Unlike the rough throat-fucks with Jena, this ticklish sensation tingled pleasantly from the tip.
“Hngmm… no way the Hero’s swinging this around instead of his sword, right?”
Lina teased as she licked my cum off with her tongue. Half-joking, sure, but I couldn’t answer easily. The air turned awkward in an instant.
She had to know what my silence meant, but she forced a bright smile and changed the subject.
“Seriously, it’s wild no matter how many times I see it. How does this not die?”
I gave an awkward smile and stroked her head as she cupped my cock with both hands. Feeling my warm touch, Lina blinked in surprise, then beamed at me.
But even seeing her smile like that, I couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt. I knew lying was the best way to spare her pain. Problem was, I just couldn’t lie to her.
Was it because she meant something special? No, that wasn’t it.
The real reason I couldn’t lie to Lina was the saintess—Marian—hiding in the corner, secretly fingering her own pussy.
Crazy bitch, spying on someone else’s house in broad daylight?
I shot her a sidelong glance, masking my exasperation. In her astral form, Marian was fixated on Lina sucking me off again, frantically rubbing her clit. One hand on her nipple too. As her master, I should’ve felt proud she was using the techniques I taught her. Yeah, right.
Self-corrupting is fine and all, but this is getting exhausting.
Ultimately, Marian was why I couldn’t lie to Lina. She already knew about me and Jena; if she learned I favored Lina, it’d become another weakness. And seeing as she’d sneaked into my house in astral form right after we parted at the palace, her stalking wasn’t ending anytime soon.
“Heh… it twitched. You can cum in my mouth too.”
Lina spat me out briefly to say that, then dove back in. Worried my arousal might fade in that instant, she worked her hands busily—adorably so. Plus, Marian’s astral body shivering from her own excitement was weirdly stimulating. I ended up blasting my load down Lina’s throat.
“Ubup!”
The sheer volume surprised her; she jolted with my cock still in her mouth but swallowed every drop.
**
“You’re leaving right away?”
“Yeah. Old man.”
I said that to Ghetto, back from his imperial capital tour. He and Lina’s dad had used sightseeing as an excuse to give us time alone—I knew that much.
“Didn’t the Emperor tell you not to go?”
“He did.”
I answered Ghetto’s question with a curt expression. He didn’t give a damn about the Emperor, but he looked worried I might get hurt over it.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Probably.”
Our talks were always like this—short to the point outsiders wouldn’t get it. But we were comfortable with it. Without me explaining, Ghetto nodded like he understood and glanced at Lina.
He’d miss me too, but prioritizing her was classic Ghetto.
“Then take care. Don’t get hurt.”
“I heal fast even if I do.”
I stood up after saying that. No point dragging it out if I was leaving anyway. Plus, the saintess who’d eavesdropped on us would be prepping to head to Butler Territory too.
“See ya, old man. Lina, take care of him.”
“Yeah. Leave it to me.”
Lina would miss me, but she hid it behind a plucky front. Smart girl—she’d hold down the fort fine without me.
“Crazy bastard. I ain’t that old yet.”
I chuckled at Ghetto’s grumbling. He scowled like he was pissed, but I knew better than anyone it wasn’t real. And after hearing about Kalein Village from Lina, my gratitude for this mysterious old man who’d taken me in amid all that had only grown.
“Anyway, stay safe, everyone. You too, sir.”
“Y-yeah. Safe travels.”
Lina’s dad eyed me awkwardly, mixing casual and formal speech. He’d tagged along to the capital on impulse but still didn’t know how to treat the Hero. Lina shot him a glare, but I figured time would smooth it out.
Stepping out, though, I froze before my foot even hit the ground outside.
The door had revealed someone I never expected.
“…Is this the home of Hero Allen?”
Near-white blonde hair with gentle waves. Flawless porcelain skin and golden eyes symbolizing the imperial family. An elegant beauty radiating nobility despite her simple attire, her red lips parted as she asked me that.
Mary Reister.
I stared at her coldly, lips pressed tight.
The empire’s sole princess. Half-sister to Crown Prince Aaron. And the woman who might’ve been my wife in my previous life.
“…Are you the Hero?”
Gazing at that old connection, my mind went ice-cold.