The Hero Reunited
Awakening as the Hero didn't change much right away. Even if the Saintess received a divine oracle the moment I did, it would still take physical time for her to reach me from the capital.
The minor changes were things like the villagers looking at me with fearful eyes after the incident with those Pareil bastards. And Lina getting a bit more lewd.
"Slurp... How's this? Feels good, right?"
"Not bad," I said, looking down at Lina as she knelt and sucked my cock.
Dissatisfied with my reaction, Lina puffed out her cheeks and glared up at me.
"Tch, so stoic. If I'm putting in this much effort, at least pretend to be happy about it."
Even as she grumbled, her hand kept stroking my shaft relentlessly. Of course, she wasn't exactly skilled at sex. That day was our first time—for both of us. Though watching her now made me doubt it a little. According to her, she'd gone around asking the other village women how to please a man.
How the hell do you ask that stuff stone-cold sober? But apparently, country girls talked way dirtier than I'd imagined.
"Weird. They said guys love it when you do it like this?"
Like a student full of curiosity, Lina was experimenting on me with everything she'd learned. She sucked my cock with her mouth while gently massaging my balls with her hand.
Honestly, with that much stimulation, there was no way I couldn't feel it. She was clumsy, but every time she bobbed her head, the urge to cum built up. More than the pleasure, though—how could her earnest efforts not be adorable?
"Haa... If you wanna cum, just do it in my mouth."
She teased my urethra with her fingertips, then dove back in, sucking hard. Turned on by her own actions, she started fingering her pussy too.
Excited by the sight of her masturbating while blowing me, I grabbed her head and pulled her closer. The tip of my cock plunged deep into her throat.
"Guh...!"
Startled by my sudden move, Lina groaned in discomfort, but soon her throat clenched around my tip. A heavy thrill built in my gut, and I unleashed my load straight down her throat.
*Shudder*.
Lina trembled once, then looked up at me with teary eyes.
"...That all?"
She'd gulped down the cum I'd shot without permission, then asked that. No wonder—my face stayed blank as ever, despite how insanely good her efforts felt.
Maybe it was a side effect of regressing, but I found it weirdly hard to show emotions anymore. Whether that was really the regression's fault or just me being worn out as a person, who knows.
"No, it was good."
It was true, so I told her. But saying it with a straight face? No one would buy it.
"Pfft, liar."
Lina puffed her cheeks again, but her eyes trembled with anxiety. She was clearly worried I'd lost interest in her.
"Let's go to my bed."
I stroked her uneasy face gently.
"H-huh?"
"You gave me something, so I gotta return the favor."
Her cheeks flushed red—not unhappy about it. She'd been teasing her pussy while sucking me off, after all. Of course she was left wanting.
"...Y-you sure that's okay?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Kyaa!"
I'd just cum, but it was no issue. A Hero's body had ridiculous recovery. I scooped up Lina, who stared at my dick in wonder.
It felt a bit embarrassing, but compared to what she'd done, it was nothing.
"Ugh... Who jumps right back in after cumming?"
"...For someone saying that, you seem pretty excited."
I teased her slit as I spoke. My fingers felt how soaked she already was. Wiggling them inside, her pussy clung to me like it was alive.
"Hnn... Idiot, don't just grope it like that."
She whined but smirked lewdly as I carried her to bed.
*
"The Holy Knight Order?"
"Yeah, that's what the villagers said."
I clamped my mouth shut at Lina's words. Once I'd awakened as the Hero, the Saintess coming was inevitable. The problem? I wasn't thrilled about it.
And the reason was probably the girl right in front of me.
Hah, I've gone soft already.
Right after regressing, I'd desperately wanted the Saintess to show up fast. I needed her to get to my old comrades for revenge.
But after days of fucking Lina senseless, that burning grudge had dulled a bit. Hell, I even toyed with the idea of just staying here with her forever.
Of course, that was just a fleeting thought. A few days of pussy couldn't extinguish decades of rage.
"Wanna go watch?"
"Huh?"
"Everyone in the village went to see the Holy Knights. And their captain's famous, apparently?"
I frowned at Lina's bubbly excitement. Jena von Darius was probably the captain she meant.
Right, even before Marian showed up back then, Jena came to the village first.
I scowled, old memories souring my mood.
"Oh, and get this—the captain's a woman. A total babe, they say."
"Yeah?"
"You won't fall for her at first sight or anything, right?"
I let out an incredulous laugh at Lina's pouty glare.
Me, falling for that bitch Jena? Absurd.
"No chance."
I stated it firmly. Lina blushed oddly, misreading me, but just thinking of Jena soured my stomach.
Jena von Darius. Sure, she was stunning—blonde hair, snow-white skin, a knight's honed body like a painting. Noblewoman through and through, she outshone Lina effortlessly. Raised on luxuries from birth, while Lina was a simple village girl. Different starting lines.
And Jena was an arrogant cunt to match.
Proud of her noble blood, she treated anyone lesser like dirt. She hid it as Holy Knight captain, but talk to her once and you'd feel insulted.
She even looked down on the Saintess.
"S-so, wanna go see?"
Lina grinned, poking me. I wasn't thrilled about Jena, but meeting her was the path to the Saintess. Her whole reason for coming was the oracle anyway.
Actually, no need to dread it.
Back then, I was just a bumpkin. Now? I had 20 years of Hero experience. No way she'd toy with me like before.
"Sure, let's go."
I took Lina's hand and headed to the village square where the Holy Knights had arrived.
*
"Th-the Saintess, you say?"
The village chief couldn't hide his shock, repeating Jena's words. A nothing village like ours getting a visit from her? No wonder.
Not just him—the crowd gawking at the knights buzzed in disbelief.
Saintess Marian Delarossi. To me, a personality-shattered bitch. But to the continent, an object of reverence.
Goddess miracles popped up everywhere. Sure, Gaiana didn't love humans like they thought, but proof of gods overflowed.
Most believed in Gaiana and respected her church. Marian was the face—the Goddess's proxy. Commoners idolized her beyond measure.
"No need to fuss. We won't stay long."
"St-still, the Saintess coming here..."
"We'll leave once our purpose is done. Don't worry."
I clicked my tongue inwardly at Jena's casual rudeness to the chief. Her status justified it, but her eyes screamed disgust at even talking to a peasant.
"Wh-what's this purpose?"
To Jena, he was scum. But the chief led the village, wise from years. Fear etched his face as he grabbed her clothes unwittingly.
"Do I owe you an explanation?"
"N-no, but... I'm just anxious."
Jena stared coldly as he yanked his hand back. Others might miss it, but I saw her irritation clear as day.
Extreme germaphobia—one of her bitchy traits. Funny part? It only triggered for "inferior" bloodlines.
"Pfft, what? Can't take your eyes off her."
Lina jabbed my side, jealous.
"Not that."
"Liar."
"No interest in trash like her. She reeks of rot from here."
When the Demon King's army besieged the church, she'd fed the gathered faithful to them and slipped out alone. The Saintess—already on bad terms—blasted her publicly. Jena's excuse? Pure gall.
'Those believers? We can recruit more. I preserved our forces against the Demon King—thank me.'
Ridiculous. Knights existed to protect. She'd ditched hers, then demanded praise. To me, she was garbage.
Though even garbage has its uses.
I hid my scowl, watching her wipe her clothes with a handkerchief where the chief had touched.