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The Hero received a message from the emperor. "Haaang, haaaat... Jena, run!"
I was pounding away at Jena's hole as she lay prone beneath me. The walls of her sopping wet pussy clenched tight around my cock, squeezing me with her overwhelming arousal, and the urge to cum surged through me once more. I unleashed another load deep inside her.
"Huuuuh!!"
Hot semen flooded her womb, and Jena threw her head back with a shudder. She squeezed her pussy around me several times, as if still unsatisfied, before finally collapsing limp to the floor in exhaustion.
Compared to Jena, Karen and Katrin—who had less stamina—were already passed out cold on the ground. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the three exhausted women sprawled around the room, then looked out the window. Night had fallen, blanketing everything in darkness. The novel thrill of handling them all at once had made the time fly by unnoticed.
Only now did I somewhat understand why that bastard Aaron summoned multiple maids every night.
I wonder what our dear saintess is up to?
Marian's soul projection had vanished at some point, sparking my curiosity. The saintess who obsessively spied on my private life had changed her behavior, and it was nagging at me.
If I'm curious, I can just check.
No need to ignore what was bothering me. I left the women where they lay, dressed, and stepped out of the room. Her location wasn't far, and I had the perfect excuse: retrieving my sword.
After a short walk toward where the saintess was staying, I halted at the lewd moans leaking from her room.
What the hell?
I figured she was probably just masturbating again, but the sounds piqued my interest. I crouched low and peeked through the window slit.
"Huaaah... haat... ahhh... Y-Your Hero-ness."
The sight through the gap was anything but normal. The saintess had propped up my sword—the one Katrin made—at an angle and was grinding her pussy against it. If the church folks saw this instead of me, she'd be branded a witch and burned at the stake on the spot.
What shocked me even more was how long I'd been with Karen, Jena, and Katrin. Love juices from Marian's pussy had soaked the blade and dripped all the way to the floor.
How long has she been at this?
For a moment, I wondered if Marian had infinite stamina, but there was no way to confirm it right now.
"Hero. It's a shame to see you go like this."
The Dwarf King said that to me and my party as we prepared to leave the city. It didn't sound like empty courtesy—genuine regret filled his face.
He'd tempted us with their hidden beer reserves and a festival, which was appealing, but we weren't in a position to party carefree. The demon army had likely hit the elves by now, and Baal knowing more than expected was unsettling me.
"I'll take that feast after I beat the Demon King."
"Fair enough. I'll be waiting for that day."
The Dwarf King laughed heartily at my words. They'd tested us midway, but once aligned, dwarves were solid allies.
"By the way, you're really not taking the gifts I gave you?"
"Gifts?"
I scowled as I realized what he meant: cock rings, vibrating orbs, and onaholes.
"...Fine, I'll take 'em since you're giving."
Embarrassing as they were, you never know when they might come in handy. I stuffed the items into my pouch with a flushed face, bid the king farewell, and left the throne room.
"Wh-what are the gifts?"
"...None of your business."
I shot down Marian's curiosity. Her face puffed up in a pout, but I wasn't insane enough to spill what the dwarves gave me.
"Hey, something feels off about the sword hilt?"
"R-really?"
Katrin rushed over to inspect my sword at my comment, but finding nothing amiss, she tilted her head at me.
"Ah, probably just my imagination. Felt kinda damp."
I glanced at Marian. I'd brought up the hilt because of her.
She flinched and looked away when our eyes met—guilty as charged.
With that, I'd lightly cornered Marian and turned back to Katrin.
"Farewell, Katrin."
"...Y-yes."
At my casual words, Katrin's face crumpled like she was about to cry. Clear tears welled in her translucent eyes and dripped down. Were we that close? For someone ignored her whole life, I might've meant something big to her.
Truth be told, I felt a twinge of regret parting with her. Her smithing was top-tier, but she wasn't combat-useful, so no reason to drag her along.
"No tears. We'll meet again anyway."
"Huh?"
She blinked in surprise, but I frowned lightly.
"You're making my armor, right? Not backing out?"
"Oh... I'll make it the absolute best! Hehe."
Her eyes sparkled as memory hit her. Though her gaze oddly drifted to my crotch when she said "best," good work was good work—I could overlook that as charm.
"Let's head out."
I told Karen, Jena, and Marian. Since Karen and Marian couldn't ride, there was a brief squabble over who rode behind me. I settled it by picking Marian, and we left the dwarf city.
Someday, I'd love to try their real dwarf beer.
I glanced back at the receding city, thinking that after slaying the Demon King, we might party with them heartily.
"Lady Jena!"
After leaving the dwarves' city, we headed straight for Caliban Territory, Jena's post—the only village nearby.
But as we entered, a man who seemed her subordinate rushed up frantically. His face screamed trouble, but I waited for his explanation.
"What happened?"
"Word from the Imperial Palace."
"Word?"
"Yes. The hero's party is to head to the Great Forest immediately upon arrival."
The palace summons soured everyone's faces in real-time. Marian had soloed Bahamons, but we were all battle-worn. Plus, none of us were bound to obey the emperor: Jena and Marian were church, Karen tower, me a commoner with no title.
"Is the emperor nuts?"
"He's crossed the line. For real."
Karen and Marian vented, drawing laughs from me, but I saw it differently. The urgency suggested the elves were in deep shit.
Those arrogant bitches can rot for all I care... but.
The Great Forest held the World Tree. Unlike the elves I'd happily let go extinct, the tree had its uses. I'd protect the forest for that alone—no reason to defy the emperor.
Plus, seeing that trash queen squirm piques my interest.
Isabela's face popped into my head: world's most beautiful exterior hiding the ugliest soul. She'd never shed a drop of sweat herself but demanded others' blood freely. Recalling her oddly stiffened my groin.
"We're going."
"Pardon?"
"Tell the palace the hero's heading to the Great Forest."
I addressed the man eyeing us nervously. My decision would relay via Karen's comms network straight to the palace.
I stroked my swelling cock with a lewd grin.
Let's see how the elf queen's pussy tastes.