Chapter 16. Time for Just the Two of Us (1)
Chapter 16. Time for Just the Two of Us (1)
"......I nearly got myself killed."
Honestly, one wrong move and my head could've come clean off.
Was it plausible for one of the Ten Greats to get drunk on three ales? Hardly.
She was a holy woman, after all — she could probably burn off intoxication with a flick of divine power.
Even if the effect didn't take hold right away and her mind felt hazy, the moment the drink stopped flowing she'd snap back and figure out exactly what was happening.
And if I'd touched her carelessly and she'd latched onto that fact afterward...... shit, I don't even want to imagine it.
"Ah, haah~♥"
Above all, she'd been on guard against me from the start.
Even if she'd been drunk, seizing control of her mind would've been practically impossible. Without any way to erase her memory of that moment, backing off quietly was the safer play.
Right. I'm in an infiltration right now. So I need to restrict my meddling to targets who won't cause trouble later.
"G-guh, good♥ Feels so good~♥"
Still.......
I really had wanted to do it. Giving up stings.
I mean, if I could pin down one of the Ten Greats and pound her senseless—
"Oh, ohhoooh, oooh~♥♥!"
If I could break her just like the bitch squirming beneath me right now, it'd feel incredible.
"This slut's off on her own while I'm still nowhere near finished."
"F-forgive...... forgive meee......♥"
"Whatever. Just lift your hips more."
"Ah, oka......."
-Shlick, shlick, shlick.
"Heeeyee! W-wait, hold on, I'm still not ready....... Ohoh-hohh~♥"
Serika kept letting out vulgar noises one after another.
The soundproofing wasn't great, but the rooms were far enough from Berdia's room that no matter how loudly I fucked her, it wouldn't be an issue.
I sealed her lips like this.
"Hmb, mbl....... Slrp."
I squeezed her chest like I meant to tear it off and drove into her as though hammering in a stake.
"Eeeeyeeeek!! It— It's hitting the end! S-so guh-good! Stab it deeperrrrrr~♥♥♥"
The filthier her mating cries got, the more the other adventurers nearby would receive them not as noise, but as premium masturbation material.
"......Lascivious slut."
Too bad for them, though.
This piece of meat is reserved for my hands alone.
"Look at her dying from sheer bliss just because I'm drilling her."
"Uh-huh, uhehe......♥"
Serika collapsed facedown onto the bed, tears and snot smeared across her face.
She lay there moaning from the back-to-back climaxes, and as usual I dirtied her body by spilling my seed across it.
Like spattering paint recklessly across a pristine white canvas — the depravity of having committed an act that shouldn't be done sent my excitement surging further.
Maybe I should've pitied Serika for smiling in heat as if even that treatment felt wonderful. But what I actually felt as I looked down at her was something closer to regret.
Regret? Why?
Serika was definitely an attractive woman. She didn't doll herself up, but her face was pretty, and her body was trained yet developed only where it mattered — no excess anywhere.
Compared to the other women I'd seen, she lacked any one strikingly distinctive feature, but that gave her a balanced, familiar flavor.
On top of that, she was obedient and easy to condition — I couldn't ask for a more suitable woman to use as I pleased.
"Is it...... because it's too easy?"
Yeah. It all resolves far too easily.
So I feel zero sense of conquest.
From the start, I'd approached her with a half-assed plan — just grab some random adventurer and use her. And thanks to the hero's exceptional learning ability, her resistance to sex was now practically nonexistent.
But if I'd violated Berdia right then and there...... dammit. A scrub from the Demon King's army has no business being this greedy.
"This is all your fault, you whore."
I slapped her ass with a crack. Serika let out a shriek and convulsed.
Maybe I'd put too much strength into my hips — she clutched her back and started groaning in pain.
"I'm— I'm sawryyyyy......♥"
Yet somehow even that pain looked deeply joyful. Then again, after the last ten days of using her until her entire body felt like one giant erogenous zone, it wouldn't be strange if some masochism had taken root.
"What did you do wrong?"
I spoke coldly. Serika hesitated, then slowly lowered herself off the bed.
And buried her face between my spread legs.......
"Schlrp, shlrp."
She started a cleanup blowjob without being ordered to do so.
Watching her, I felt my flagging cock start to stiffen again.
"......Lascivious slut."
Still, even if the sense of conquest was lacking, she's the kind of bitch I could see handling my lust for the rest of my life.
"Hmbl, mbl."
Serika devoted herself to sucking cock, as if she could sense my thoughts.
I stroked her head and took time to review my plans going forward.
Serika's conditioning had proceeded extremely smoothly while avoiding Berdia's notice.
Now that I'd laid the experience deep into her unconscious, once she consciously began to desire me, the preparations would be complete.
After that, I'd just need to coax her in public and steer the party toward crushing that insufferable bitch.
Her party members might object depending on the situation, so if it came to that, I'd have to consider putting them through the same process as Serika.
Of course, they lacked the hero's unique growth. And the powerful ones like Berdia had divine protection, so I was a little worried the hypnosis wouldn't stick as easily.......
-Schlrp, shlrp.
......Well.
I'd succeeded in getting my hands on the pillar of the party, so it'd work out somehow.
"Serika."
Around the time the cleaning finished, I looked down at the hero who had become my slave and quietly called her name.
"Yesss, speak, Master~♥"
Serika answered, her face still dazed as if the afterglow hadn't yet faded.
I gripped her chin, then sealed her lips and breathed heat back into her body.
Her mouth was smeared with semen and arousal fluid, but that was no reason to hesitate.
The acts between men and women were filthy by nature, and what I did was far, far dirtier.
"Soon."
But enduring filth sometimes yields something far more intense.
The greatest joy humans can feel comes from indulging in raw primal instincts stripped of ethics and morality.
"Soon, I'll grant what you want."
I spoke while facing the woman who was herself living proof of that truth, and a bright smile slowly spread across her lips.
"Yesss~ I'll be looking forward to it~♥"
Even if she didn't know what she herself desired.
She looked utterly convinced that I was the one who could grant it.
***
The next morning.
"Uunngh. M-my back......!"
No sooner had she woken up than back pain assailed her.
Serika tried to push herself upright, but her body couldn't take the ache and she tumbled out of bed.
She'd been having back pain more often lately — was it from overdoing it in the dungeon, or was her sleeping posture wrong?
'If I told Berdia, she'd just say it's from a lack of training.'
She used to be so kind, but ever since she'd properly shouldered her duty as a hero, her words and attitude had grown unrecognizably stern.
Serika understood it was all for her sake, but from the perspective of someone who wanted to grow closer, it was a little regretful.
Of course, lately someone had been fulfilling that sense of lack, so that feeling weighed on her less than before.
'I wonder what Dave's doing right now.'
Dave. The man she'd ended up in a party with by chance back at the tavern.
As she thought of him while enduring the pain in her back, a knock sounded from the door.
"Serika, are you awake?"
A stiff, older woman's voice.
The earlier-than-usual visit nagged at her a little, but they were together anyway — no reason to refuse.
"Ah, yes, I'll open up right away."
Serika immediately moved to the door and opened it. What greeted her was Berdia, fully armed and even wearing her helmet.
It was armor that made her breath catch just by looking at it, as always. Enough to reignite the back pain she'd thought had finally subsided.
"Good morning, Berdia."
She expressed her greeting while enduring the pain, but for some reason Berdia only stared at her silently.
But because she was wearing a helmet, Serika couldn't even make out her expression.
"What's the matter?"
Serika tilted her head quizzically.
After a moment, Berdia averted her gaze and answered.
"Let us speak after you have dressed."
"......Ah."
Only then did Serika understand Berdia's behavior and look down at her own body.
In stark contrast to the fully armored Berdia, there was her own naked body, not a single thread on it.
"S-sorry. I'll get dressed right away."
This wasn't shocking to Serika. She always slept completely bare, after all.
It wasn't because of some peculiar fetish — it was because of her innate constitution as the hero, which kept her senses sharp even during sleep.
She felt so much that even the discomfort of clothing while asleep became unbearable.
"......Sleeping naked is fine, but do take care when opening the door. Had it been anyone other than myself, they'd surely have been startled."
"I know!"
Berdia understood that too, which was why it ended at a simple warning.
As Serika pulled underwear and light casual clothes from her luggage and put them on, she grew aware that the spots her hands brushed against felt especially sensitive.
'Something feels...... hot.'
Her chest, obviously, and between her legs too.
Those were the areas she'd touched especially often during her recent masturbation.
Besides that, she felt a stale thickness in her mouth, and her rear felt particularly itchy.......
'...I have to endure it. For now.'
Right. No matter how much her body had grown sensitive lately and how much she'd indulged in masturbation when alone, Serika knew perfectly well that showing that to others was abnormal.
Even Berdia, whom she followed like an older sister, was no exception. Could she honestly seek advice by confessing that every night she lay naked and vulgarly fingered her own sex?
'But...... am I strange after all?'
Serika's motions while changing clothes slowed, too focused on brooding over those secrets.
Berdia watched Serika's careful movements closely.
'Serika....... You've changed a great deal lately.'
It didn't take long to put a name to what had changed.
Womanliness, maturity......
'...Sensuality, is it.'
And the quality that encompassed both was becoming distinctly pronounced.