Chapter 58
The hero had caught the pickpocket. What the hell? Is she nuts? Thanks to saving Butler Territory, quite a few things had changed.
The Light Sword had survived, so his kingdom was intact as well. In the previous timeline, a dragon bitch who had been hiding away at this point suddenly popped out and chased off the Demon King's army. Good news of victories poured in from various fronts, and though the imperial palace wasn't thrilled about it, they kept their true feelings hidden on the surface. The empire's nobles were too busy with postwar cleanup, and Mary was spending her hectic days gathering her own forces amid the chaos. The saintess Marian Delarossi seemed pretty shocked by what happened in Butler Territory and wasn't meeting outsiders under the pretext of her duties. Which meant that I, the hero, basically had nothing to do and no one particular to meet.
We were enjoying some pretty peaceful days, and I was spending that time very nicely with Lina. But the reason I'd suddenly cursed up a storm was simple. While wandering around the imperial capital without a care, I'd gotten pickpocketed.
I let out an exasperated snort as I watched the woman brazenly rifling through my pocket from behind. She walked away so casually, like she'd done this a hundred times before. I figured I'd just catch up, give her a scolding, and get my wallet back. But as I followed, my eyes got hooked on the way her ass swayed enticingly under those skin-tight tights.
I started trailing the pickpocket with her breathtaking rear view at a leisurely pace, and she must've realized she'd been made because she headed toward a less populated area. Well, maybe some accomplices will jump out? My heart raced a bit at this unexpected event breaking up the calm routine, and I kept after her. Then, the moment we turned into a dead-end alley, I saw the pickpocket bitch turn to stare right at me.
"Following me all the way here? You got a death wish, mister?"
She pulled a small dagger from her bosom and pointed it at me as she asked. Honestly, getting stabbed by that little thing hurt less than being called "mister." I'm barely in my twenties! The words nearly flew out of my mouth, but considering when I'd regressed, it wasn't exactly wrong, so I clamped my lips shut.
"Hah, just fuck off. I'll let you go this time."
Misreading my silence, the pickpocket spun the dagger flashy on her fingertip and told me that. It was the height of audacity, but my mood wasn't bad at all. If anything, I was grateful she'd played along like this. I chuckled watching her toss and catch the dagger like some circus act. And the instant it hung in the air, I kicked off the ground with all my strength.
"Wh-what?!"
I caught her shocked expression, and the dagger she'd been playing with landed right in my hand. As its sharp tip pressed against her throat, the pickpocket's face went pale white.
"Mess around with a knife, and this is what happens."
"...I-I'll give your wallet back. Just go, please."
With the tables turned in an instant, she held out my wallet toward me. But handing back what she'd stolen didn't erase the crime. I shoved the wallet roughly into my pants pocket and started eyeing her up and down. Her sleek, well-toned body looked incredibly lithe. Slowly, I reached out and slid my hand between her thighs.
There was a bit of resistance, but with the blade at her throat, the pickpocket couldn't put up much fight.
"Hmm, there are plenty of ways to make money besides stealing, you know?"
"Nngh... s-stop."
The tights were so thin that I could feel her pussy perfectly through my fingers. It had just the right amount of plumpness, soft texture blending weirdly well with the smooth fabric.
"That's rich coming from you. You're the one who went for my wallet first."
"...I-I'm sorry. I was wrong."
Tears welled up in her eyes—probably her first time in a spot like this—as she said it. Makes sense; if she were the type to spread her legs easily, she'd have headed to Raksha Street instead of risking a knife. Up close, her face was pretty attractive, and her figure had no flaws.
"If just saying sorry got you forgiven, why would we need laws? Huh?"
I toyed lightly with the blade, slicing a bit of the fabric above her clothes. Through the tear, her breast spilled out, and the already stiff pink nipple made blood rush to my lower half. When I nudged the nipple with the blade's tip, she flinched hard.
"I was just trying to enjoy a nice stroll around the capital..."
"S-sorry. Really sorry, so just pretend it never happened..."
Like hell. I leaned down slowly and took the exposed nipple in my mouth. Not huge, but the springy breast and hardened bud danced perfectly on my tongue.
"Hnnngh!"
As I teased it with my tongue, she started moaning with a flushed face. After playing with her tits for a bit, I slowly undid my pants.
"Y-you're not gonna do it right here, are you?"
Staring at my fully ready cock, she asked in a terrified voice. I glanced around at her words, but damn, she'd led me to such a perfect spot—no one was coming near.
"Why not?"
I replied to the pickpocket like that, then moved the dagger quick. She probably couldn't even track how it moved with her skills. I shoved her against the wall and hoisted up one of those perfect legs.
Riiip—
The tights I'd nicked with the blade tore open with a satisfying sound.
"Wh-what are you doing? Hey?"
Forced to lift her leg, she asked in a panicked voice. She clearly had no idea what I was planning. But I just smirked and looked down at her lower body. The sliced tights had parted slightly, fully exposing her pussy.
This... kinda hot in its own way.
Seeing her exposed pussy and tits outdoors got me fired up again. Without hesitation, I started rubbing my cock against her slit. Despite the threat, her pussy was soaking wet and soon naturally swallowed me in.
Oh, nice grip.
I thrust in, feeling her hole squeeze hard from the tip. And then.
Huh? This feel...?
A weirdly familiar sensation made me frown as I looked back at the pickpocket. In her terrified eyes staring at me, a flicker of strange excitement passed by.
Damn, got played.
I gave her an exasperated look, but no need to let her know I'd figured it out.
"How's it feel, Lilite? Tastes like my cock after all this time?"
"Wh-when did you know?"
Surprised by my words, the pickpocket—no, Lilite—stared at me with wide eyes. I had no idea how a demon noble like her ended up in the imperial capital instead of with the Demon King's army, but I was dead certain this was Lilite.
"From the start."
I said it casually, but it was bullshit. Right up until I shoved my cock in, I'd thought she was just some ballsy thief.
"H-how?"
"You demons have that rotten stench unique to your kind."
"For real?"
I inwardly sighed in relief watching her sniff herself in shock. Demon stench, my ass. If that existed, I wouldn't have had so much trouble with her in the previous timeline. Demons didn't have any special smell—in fact, Lilite smelled nice. The real reason I knew? That succubus pussy texture, different from any human woman's. But since Lilite had barely any experience with men, she probably never realized her hole was special, so I just lied to her.
Crazy, even while talking, it's clinging like mad.
I grimaced slightly feeling her insides grip my cock even as we chatted. If I didn't focus, I'd blow too soon to enjoy it properly.
"How the hell are you even here?"
"Th-that's a story for later. Keep your promise first, hero."
"...Promise?"
"Yeah. We agreed to do it once, right?"
Lilite answered my question with a lewd expression. Thinking back, yeah—in exchange for her help at Butler Territory, we'd agreed to fuck once more. She was already flushed and excited from my cock inside her, eagerly awaiting my reply. No reason to hold back, so I chuckled at her words.
"Fine. A promise is a promise."