Prologue: Nothing Left
Beneath a vivid wash of moonlight spilling through the window, a brown-haired young man quietly opened his eyes.
He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, then rose without a word and changed his clothes.
Once he had made himself ready to go out, he set off toward somewhere in the night.
The capital's nights ran long.
People wandered the streets eating and drinking, shaking off the fatigue of the day. The young man slipped quietly through their midst and made for the sparsely populated back alleys of the royal capital.
Like the reverse face of a coin, even a clean and polished capital had its underbelly — a gathering place for every kind of human wreckage: vagrants and wanderers, women the brothels would not take who came here hunting for customers. The young man gave none of them so much as a glance as he hurried on.
Deeper still, past even the residents of those alleys, into a place where they too began to thin away. The far outer fringe, where the capital's light no longer reached. Here, even human voices and footsteps were swallowed by the night's shadow — and from that darkness came the faint sound of a woman's moans.
He swallowed hard, without meaning to, then advanced carefully toward the source of the sound, taking care that his own footsteps made no noise.
"Ahn!… Ahn!…"
"Honestly. You're a pervert and nothing less!…"
"I-I'm not…! That isn't…!"
"You're going to say that looking like this?!"
A man's rough voice. A woman's voice drowned in rapture. She made a show of resistance, but the sounds melting into pleasure and ecstasy carried no real will to escape — only a spice of taboo, a seasoning for the act itself. No matter how you looked at it, this was a secret tryst between a man and a woman.
The young man killed his presence as thoroughly as he could and drew closer to the place of their liaison.
Slap!
"Hiiik!"
"What kind of priestess says the ass is fine and then opens it up for you? Right?"
"That was—! You were the one who—!"
"Who said you could talk back!"
Thwack! Schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Hnnngh~!"
"Tighten up more!!"
Pressed flat against the wall, he carefully peered around the corner.
There, a man and a woman were locked together. Clothes lay scattered carelessly around them. A brown-haired man, all but naked, was slamming his hips forward; a platinum-blonde woman met every thrust by driving her own rear back against him.
Her face was flooded with ecstasy. She panted, tongue lolling out as if begging him. The man wore a wicked smile and stuck out his own tongue in answer. She latched onto it at once and began to suck.
"Chuuup, chuuup, chuuup♥ Mmmngh♥"
As if his tongue had been coated in honey, she worked at it with desperate diligence, letting out coquettish little whimpers all the while. Her hips rolled in a single, fluid rhythm, urging the male toward climax. In her eyes there was not a scrap of reason left — only a female fawning for pleasure.
"I'm about to come. Take all of it inside!"
"Yes! I'll take it! Come inside me, all of it~♥"
"Here it comes!!"
He drove his hips in to the hilt. His body shuddered as he savored the pleasure of a male conquering a female. She, likewise, rolled her eyes back under the pleasure of being conquered, twisting her waist.
Pop. Spurt-spurt.
When he pulled his cock free of her rear, a cheerful sound accompanied a flood of white, cloudy fluid spilling from the hole.
"Hoooooongh~♥"
She savored the afterglow of pleasure until the strength left her legs and she sank to the ground. On the floor, the white fluid from her ass mixed with her own juices and formed a small puddle.
The man looked down with satisfaction at the sight most flattering to a male — a female so thoroughly pleased by his cock that she could no longer think — then brought himself to the kneeling woman's face.
"Clean it."
"Yes… haahp♥"
She opened her mouth without resistance and began to suck him clean.
And that was the end of the first set. He hauled the collapsed woman up by force and shoved his freshly cleaned cock back into the hole still leaking white fluid. She let out vulgar sounds no woman ought to make and sank once more into pleasure.
The young man who had been watching in secret left them behind and moved on.
His next destination was a high-class inn.
It was far too large and lavish to be called an ordinary inn, and heavily guarded — a place that did business with the nobility. He watched it for a time, then melted naturally into the surroundings so as not to draw the guards' suspicion, waited for a moment when security was thin, and slipped inside.
Once in, he made his way with familiar ease toward a particular window.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Haahn! Haahn! Haaaahn♥"
"Heh. The girl mage they call a genius is, on a bed, thoroughly ordinary… no, less than ordinary."
Beyond the window were a man and a girl. A brown-haired girl with a short bob had her skirt hiked up, moaning far too loudly and putting on a coquettish display, while a teal-haired man watched her at his leisure and pleasured her with one hand.
Even as his fingers worked her sex, she showed not a trace of displeasure. She accepted his caresses and looked up at him with eyes full of wanton invitation.
"That's right. In bed, I'm ordinary or less — just a pathetic little pussy♥"
"But your magical talent is certainly worth acknowledging. You were never a vessel fit for the Incompetent Hero to drag around. You think so yourself, don't you?"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick♥
The juices spilling from her sex ran down her thighs and soaked the bedsheets. Under his sexual torment she felt only pleasure, and before long she seemed to climax — her body shuddered as she gushed.
"That's… right♥… Leon is… the Incompetent Hero, after all…♥"
Whether her words pleased him or not, the man stopped caressing her and began peeling her clothes off one by one. Her body still carried a childish air, yet even within that youthfulness the soft emergence of womanhood was more than enough to draw out sexual allure.
He regarded her as one might an objet d'art, then took out his cock. As if she had been waiting for it, the girl shifted her posture and began to suck.
"Ragna… chuuup♥ …sir. That thing… chuuup♥ …we talked about… chuuup♥ …before… sssuuup♥"
"Yes. Don't worry. You may be a hopeless, vain little pervert, but I will manage you properly."
He stroked her hair as he spoke. Reassured, she rubbed her slick thighs together and sucked him all the harder.
Chuuup-chuuup-chuuup♥ Slurrrp♥ Chuuup-chuuup♥
The vacuum of her fellatio was enough to hollow her cheeks. He frowned slightly as climax approached, then the hand stroking her brown hair tightened, and he drove his hips straight down her throat.
Spurt! Spurt-spurt! Spuuuurt…
"Don't spill a drop. Swallow all of it."
"Gulp, gulp… beeeh~♥"
When he pulled free, she swallowed his seed with everything she had, then opened her mouth wide to show him. He took one look, laid her down at once, and lifted her hips.
It was the common rear-entry position, and she submitted to it, spreading her own sex for him with her hands.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Her body was terribly small beside his. Even so, he slammed himself into her without mercy.
"I don't particularly care about some country hunter girl or a nun… but you are mine. I won't hand you over to that idiot Abel."
"Ahn! Haahn! Haahn!!"
Pleasure and rapture flooded her head so fast she could no longer form words. Her eyes half-rolled, she panted. He struck her barely fleshed rear again and again.
"Where do you think you're going on your own? Tighten properly. Small as you are, you're already getting loose."
"I'm sorry♥ I'll tighten♥ I will~ ♥♥♥"
Thwack! Thwack! Schlick-schlick-schlick♥ Thwack! Thwack! Schlick-schlick-schlick♥ Creak-creak-creak
He spanked her until red marks rose on her skin and drove his hips home. The bed shook as if it would break. Sensing climax, he sped up the piston of his thrusts. Through it all she came again and again, spraying her juices.
"I'm coming!"
"Hwaaaaaaaaaahn♥♥♥♥♥♥"
"Hah… I got more worked up than is like me."
"Haa, haa, haa…♥ I'll… clean you…"
"Heh. Of course you will."
As if it were only natural, he presented her with a cock glazed in her juices and his own seed, and she latched onto it as if it tasted good and began to suck. The young man watched to the end, then left as quietly as before.
Where he went next was the royal castle.
Of course, not just anyone could enter the royal castle. The soldiers stopped the young man approaching and ordered him to halt.
"You cannot enter this place freely."
"Identify yourself."
"…"
They eyed him with wariness — then recognized his face and started in surprise.
"Y-You're the Hero, sir?"
"Our apologies!…"
"Hero, what business brings you to the castle at this hour? The regular exchange conference isn't for several days yet."
"I'll fetch the register and a pass at once. Please wait a moment."
A short while later the soldier returned with the register. The young man wrote his name and received a pass.
"As you know, please be sure to return it when you leave. But truly — what brings you at this hour?"
"Ah — have you come to see Lady Tiris, by any chance?"
"Lady Tiris was the one who taught you swordsmanship when you were chosen as a Hero, wasn't she? If it's her, she should be at the training grounds."
He nodded at their words and went inside.
The soldiers watched his back for a moment, then, as if something had only just occurred to them, smacked their lips and spoke.
"Come to think of it — she was one of Hero Leon's party, wasn't she? That archer."
"Ah, that woman? Far as I know, yeah. Said she was a friend from his hometown or something."
"She came through earlier herself. Maybe that's why he's here."
He did not hear the rest of their talk. He made for the training grounds.
Given the hour, the grounds were nearly empty — but not entirely. When he approached in silence, he could make out the figures of those who had arrived ahead of him.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hryah! Hryah! Hryah!!"
"Hic! Hnngh! Hwaaahn♥"
"A pervert nun's ass is one thing, but a nice tight pussy is still the best, right?!"
"Nngh! Hnngh! Hwek♥"
The man was the same brown-haired man who had been having sex with the platinum-blonde woman earlier. The woman, however, was not her — she was a blonde. Unlike the platinum-blonde, this woman looked thoroughly trained; the rounded muscles of a female knight stood out on her body.
"Hah, a knight's pussy really does have good pressure, doesn't it?"
"Yeees! That's right~!! I trained so hard just to make your cock feel good♥♥"
The female knight fawned on him, panting as she rolled her hips like a madwoman. She seemed more lost in pleasure and rapture than any of the women the young man had seen so far.
"Ahh~ I'm jealous of that Leon bastard. Having a beauty like this as his sword instructor. So why is that idiot so weak? Is it because you're weak?"
"No♥ It's because Lord Abel is strong♥ Leon is just too weak♥♥ No matter how much I teach him, he can barely manage the basics♥"
"Pwahahaha! The Incompetent Hero really is something else!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Schlick-schlick-schlick♥ Squish-squish-squish♥ Schlick-schlick-schlick♥
Her coquettish denigration of Leon seemed to put the man in a good mood; he began ramming himself into her like a beast. Every time that large cock drove into the female knight, her face dissolved into the expression of a female drowning in rapture and pleasure, and she howled like a mad thing.
As if she did not care whether someone discovered them — or perhaps as if she hoped someone would — she cried out until her back arched at a strange angle.
Spurt. Spurt-spurt.
The volume of the man's seed was such that the female knight's once-flat lower belly bulged outward. She collapsed as if her mind had broken. He clicked his tongue and pulled free.
"Hey. Suck."
He was not speaking to the fallen knight, but to someone else.
It was a dark night, and the young man was watching from a distance; a blind spot had formed, and he had failed to notice the other person present. The moment that someone came into view, his body began to tremble.
A woman with striking red-brown hair. She, too, was a beauty to match the others — yet her expression was somehow stiff and hard. Without a word she began to suck the man's cock. He soon spilled another great load of white fluid into her mouth, then tore her clothes open and drove himself into her sex.
She seemed to try to hold back her moans, but in the end she could not stop them from bursting free. Like the others, she began to let out cries laced with pleasure.
"Aahn! Aahn! Aahn♥"
"Hwaahn! Hnngh!… Hwaaahn♥"
"Hahahaha! So this is what they mean by a flower in each hand? Hahahahaha!!!"
As if he had become a musician, he used the women's moans as the sound of his instrument, driving his cock into them and wringing the cries from their throats. Climax after climax followed, beyond counting, and the women took it with their pussies, their asses, their mouths — with their whole bodies — and the bestial act went on.
Unable to watch any longer, the young man fled the training grounds as if bolting, left the royal castle behind, returned to the shabby inn where he was staying, shut himself in, and collapsed onto the bed. He tried to hold back the tears that rose without his leave, but he could not stop the hitching, broken sound of his breath.
"Nngh!… Nngh!… Nnngh!…"
How had it come to this.
Why had it come to this.
He had only decided to live as one of the three chosen Heroes. He had only meant to adventure with his companions, build his strength, and defeat the Demon King together with the other Heroes — that was all he had acted for. And now no one remained at his side.
"Tiris…"
The reliable, older-sister figure of a blonde female knight. The master who had taught the sword to someone who had never even held one. The woman like an elder sister who had shown him the direction he needed to go. But that person was no longer at his side.
"Marie…"
The brown-bobbed mage girl like a little sister. Gifted with outstanding magical skill, and just as proud and sharp-tongued — yet kind, with a soft heart underneath. A girl like a younger sister. But that girl, too, was no longer at his side.
"Noren…"
The platinum-blonde priestess, dependable and gentle, like a mother. When the duty of a Hero weighed heavy on his shoulders, her kindness had let him rest and feel safe — a warm, motherly presence. But she, too, had left his side.
"Phili… a…"
Ah. Philia. Philia. Philia. Philia.
My friend with the striking red-brown hair.
I was happy.
When I was chosen as a Hero and set out for the royal palace, you took up that old hunting bow and said you would come with me — my precious friend. No matter how hard things got, I could keep walking forward because you were with me. The brutal training, the fights against terrifying monsters — I could do it all because you were there… and now you are no longer at my side.
No one was left.
And so, recalling the thick, clinging scenes of carnality he had witnessed, he shook a cock so small it could not begin to compare with theirs, spilled thin little spurts of white fluid, and wept.