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Karen and Jena von Darius demanded their rewards.
“We won!”
The skeletons vanished from the battlefield as if washed clean, and the dwarves raised their arms high, shouting their lungs out. Honestly, it was pretty much the saintess who wiped them all out single-handedly, but they'd fought hard too, so the sight of the jubilant dwarves wasn't half bad.
“Why'd you take so long?”
“Ah, s-sorry.”
Jena bowed her head deeply at my casual question. Her taking it so seriously made me chuckle despite myself. And amid it all, I caught her shooting a resentful glance at Marian Delarossi—yeah, I got the picture.
“Anyway, where's Karen?”
Only then did I remember Karen Cross, sensing the battlefield was cleared. Marian and Jena's faces subtly stiffened at my words, but the dwarves supported Karen and brought her over.
“Ugh... H-Hero.”
“You okay, Karen?”
I asked with genuine concern. Unlike me with my Immortal Body, she didn't have that luxury—exposure to Bahamons's Demonic Energy wreaked havoc on a human body.
“I-I'm... fine. More importantly, sex?”
“Huh?”
I stared at her in disbelief, clutching her stomach yet demanding that. But while I was stunned, Jena and Marian just looked at her gravely.
“Get treated first. Marian?”
“Yes?”
“Heal her.”
Marian's face twisted in reluctance, but she didn't refuse. Sure, something was off with her healing lately, but the woman who'd obliterated Bahamons' main body could handle some residual Demonic Energy in Karen's body. Dazzling light poured from Marian's hands, purging the corruption.
“Ugh. Hey, keep your promise, Hero.”
The moment treatment ended, Karen turned to me. I could only look at her awkwardly—never imagined this machine of a woman would cling so tenaciously to sex.
“I'll keep it.”
I replied, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.
“H-Hero?”
“Yeah?”
It was Jena interrupting our exchange, blushing furiously as she twisted her legs and called out to me.
“I... I fulfilled your request too, so... my reward.”
“Reward, huh...”
She'd been late dragging Marian along, but she'd completed the mission. I nodded to her too, catching Marian's face curdle like it was rotting.
“Marian, got something to say?”
I'd more or less guessed her feelings, but I prodded anyway—hoping she'd be a bit more honest. She'd racked up the biggest merit in this fight, after all.
'If you want it, just say you want it.'
My feelings for her had faded a lot, but some resentment lingered. Seeing me tease her on purpose, Marian's face flushed beet red.
“I-I...”
“Baal!”
Lilite burst through the door to Baal's room, yelling. Deep in the Demon King's castle, gems holding each executive's aura remained—and moments ago, Bahamons' had lost its glow and shattered.
That meant death. No wonder Lilite was pissed; Baal had sent him to the dwarves' city on his own whim, and with the failure, responsibility fell on him.
“...What is it, Lilite?”
“Bahamons is dead. You know?”
She demanded of Baal, who sat arrogantly looking down at her. Curious about his reaction, she got something way off her expectations.
“What's the problem?”
“What?”
“Dying to the Hero is par for the course. How do you win without spilling blood?”
Lilite bit her lip hard at his nonchalant words. No comeback came to mind, but she couldn't agree—next time, it might be her, not Bahamons.
“Hah? Victory for who?”
“...For the Demon King, naturally.”
A slight delay in his answer. The tiny pause didn't escape her; she pounced.
“So, where's this Demon King now? Huh?”
“......”
Baal fell silent at her question. His reaction hardened her face—it'd been ages since she'd last seen the Demon King herself.
'This bastard...'
“Lilite.”
Baal called her name in a low voice, eyeing her anxious expression.
“I know why you're uneasy. But Bahamons was once human. Not like you, a pure demon.”
“That's your excuse now?!”
“Dwarves failed, but elves will be ours soon. Focus on your mission, no need to worry.”
Lilite bit her lower lip at his words. Her assignment: strike the barbarian kingdom, home to the tricky Barkan, no less formidable than the Hero.
'Hero... I need to meet the Hero.'
Baal's face flashed in her mind—at this point, she trusted him more than Baal. But what she overlooked was Baal watching her expression intently.
'Hah... what is this, some big-medium-small lineup?'
I sighed lightly at the three women standing stark naked before me, not a thread on them. Our relationships weren't exactly normal, but I'd never dreamed they'd accept something this abnormal.
“S-So, who goes first?”
“Me, obviously.”
“What're you talking about, witch? I've known the Hero way longer.”
I couldn't help but laugh vacuously at them bickering over order right in front of me. Not that I could blame them—I'd suggested handling them all at once out of sheer laziness.
“Knowing him longer means squat? You just forced your way in!”
“Hah, fool. Even cold water has a top and bottom.”
“I-I... wanna go quick too.”
“Shut it, dwarf!”
Karen and Jena snapped in unison at Katrin Jayhops butting in, like their spat never happened.
Yeah, the women before me were Karen, Jena, and Katrin. Katrin's merits were iffy, but she'd shown up late with news and dangled armor as bait—I had no choice but to let her join.
'Two or three, what's the difference anyway.'
The real surprise was Marian. For whatever reason, she hadn't claimed credit or eyed my body.
'Then what's with the peeking—what kinda psychology is that?'
Full-blown voyeur pervert? But her pitiful glances at me and the others suggested otherwise.
“Hero, decide!”
“Hero-nim, I gave my first to you…!”
“...M-Me too.”
Cold sweat beaded as they yelled to devour me first. This wasn't revenge—it felt like I was their sex toy.
“Doesn't matter who first.”
“Wh-What kinda irresponsible talk is that?”
“I'll stick it in whoever excites me most first.”
I shot back at Karen's immediate protest. She and Katrin looked flustered; Jena, brimming with confidence, nodded and approached, dropping to her knees.
She naturally tugged down my pants and took my cock in her mouth. Karen and Katrin scrambled over in a panic.
'Mmm...'
I lightly stroked Jena's head sucking me off naturally, wrapping an arm around Katrin's waist as she tickled my chest. Karen, smartest head but most clueless at this, fumbled awkward kisses over my body.
Every inch stimulated by three women. Electric pleasure surged; grinning like a pervert, I watched them lick me all over. Marian's Soul Projection, looking utterly woebegone, struck me as hilarious.