The Incompetent Hero's Killer Spot
Far off in the distance, the morning sun began to rise.
Driving out the dark of night, it shone bright — so very bright — as dawn broke over the world.
I stood atop the highest point of the castle wall, greeting that dawn before anyone else.
"Ha. Fuck."
Was it the clean air? The sun sure looked bright.
If I'd had a bottle of booze on me, I could've downed the whole thing in one go. Unfortunately, there was no booze.
"Life is fucking bullshit."
The air, though — the air was crystal clear.
Not the polluted crap of modern society, fouled with carbon dioxide and god knows what else. This world's air was pure, untouched pollution, so clean that even the rising sun looked breathtakingly beautiful.
I gazed at that sun for a long moment, then quietly lowered my eyes.
There, below — my lower half. No. Leon's lower half.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped me on its own.
I lifted my gaze again and stared at the rising morning sun.
My head hurt.
The air was clear and sweet as could be, and yet my head throbbed something fierce.
I might have... underestimated this world. After getting those transcendent 999 stats, I might have gotten cocky, thinking I'd unlocked Easy Mode. But life... life isn't something you can settle with numbers alone.
"...Fuck. Of all things, I had to be a micropenis."
Leon, you absolute bastard. What the hell am I supposed to do with something half my size? Leon!!!
A few hours before sunrise, at Pleiades' Haven.
"I heard a girl named Flora is the best here. I'd like her, please."
"That child is..."
"Is that a problem?"
"It's not that she can't... but she's already been requested by name, so..."
That girl, huh.
Syr let out a quiet sigh and lamented the unfortunate fate that had befallen her.
Flora. Real name: Emula Roman.
She had been quite shocked the first time they met.
After all, a woman who was both a princess of the Roman Kingdom and one of the most renowned beauties on the entire Philgrea Continent had come to her in tears.
Please... save me.... The palace is... so stifling!... I feel like I'm going to suffocate!....
!!
And so she had given the girl the alias Flora and taken her in as one of the brothel's own.
Flora had adapted to the trade far better than expected, and before long she had established herself as the establishment's ace.
Of course, Syr had her own thoughts about whether that was really the right path for a courtesan... but still.
Then one day, he had come.
Welcome, Hero Ragna.
I'd like to request a courtesan by name, if that's possible.
Of course. Which girl shall I prepare for you?
Flora. She'll do nicely. And then: I won't be needing anyone else, so please keep the others away.
Hero Ragna.
The pride of the Roman Kingdom, one of the Three Heroes of the current age. What he and Emula — princess of the Roman Kingdom and heir to its throne — had talked about when they were alone, Syr did not know. But one thing she remembered clearly: on the days Emula met with him, she always looked drained and sad.
Emula was a princess of the kingdom, after all. Perhaps Ragna, as both the kingdom's heir and a Hero, had found her and told her to return to the palace. Or perhaps... he had done something even worse, something that should never have been done. So Syr had gently suggested that if anything was weighing on her, she should speak of it — but the girl had only given a bitter smile and repeated that she was fine.
And so, on the days Emula was to meet Hero Ragna, Syr made sure she could rest without working.
Right now she was entertaining Hero Ragna... and Syr had no desire to pile more work on her, least of all entertaining another Hero.
But I can't just send out just anyone either....
They called him the Incompetent Hero, but a Hero was still a Hero.
Judging by the raw power he'd displayed at the entrance moments ago, and the casual way he'd handed over a wad of platinum and gold coins mixed together, it was hard to think of him as some mediocre Hero. If anything, the underrated rumors surrounding him seemed strange — to Syr's eyes, Hero Leon looked like a man who was going places, both now and in the future.
In that case, the girl I should send to entertain him now is....
After deep consideration, Syr opened her mouth.
"...Then, what about me?"
"Hm?"
Their eyes met as he tilted his head.
His gaze carried a look that said he hadn't expected that at all. At the same time, she felt him looking her up and down. Men will be men, she supposed. But that worked in her favor.
She adjusted her posture — slowly, without haste, yet provocatively — careful not to look cheap, while simultaneously playing the fragile woman who would stir a man's most powerful desires: the urge to protect, and the urge to conquer.
"I pride myself on not falling short of the other girls in looks or figure. So... what do you say to me?"
Cooking a man barely into his early twenties was simple enough for her.
But showing that on the surface was the mark of an amateur.
Of course, there were men who liked that sort of thing — but the man in front of her was not one of them.
So she would act uncertain. And yet, as if she wanted to offer herself to him all the same.
....He's hesitating.
She lowered her gaze just enough that he wouldn't notice, and studied the look in his eyes.
They should have been filled with desire — and yet he was still deliberating.
From what she could tell, the rumors about the man before her weren't entirely trustworthy, but among them was talk that he was a virgin. If that were true, this kind of hesitation made sense.
Then I need to make it so he can take the lead.
The important thing here wasn't that she lead.
It was making him feel as though he was the one leading.
"Am I... not enough for you?"
She rose from her seat and settled beside him, leaning in as if seeking support.
Hm?... His body is better than I expected...
She hadn't hoped for much, but his physique was surprisingly good.
Not so over-muscled as to be grotesque, not so soft with fat as to be doughy... just the right amount of attractive muscle on a well-balanced frame. Come to think of it, his face wasn't half bad either....
Ah... no, no, no. This is no time for thoughts like that.
She pulled herself together and resumed her work.
He was already mostly hooked. All that remained was the timing.
"All right. Then you."
"Thank you. Shall we move somewhere more private...."
"No. Right here."
"...Pardon?"
Just when she'd thought she had him, an unexpected remark came flying out.
H-here...?....
"...H-heh. Hero Leon. You're more impatient than I expected. Still, there's not much of interest in a place like this...."
"What, you can't satisfy a man without all that extra stuff? Then never mind, I guess we'll call it off...."
"Nh..."
He was clearly goading her.
Her pride was scraped raw for a moment and her body trembled, but she didn't let it show.
Instead, she drew closer still, leaning her full weight against him and pressing her chest into him.
Even feeling it again — what a solid body....
"Ah?"
Just as she was feeling the texture of his body, he seemed to be feeling hers as well — he flinched and let out a short sound of surprise.
Just as expected: no resistance to a woman's body.
She began to move, little by little, in that position.
Imprinting the sensation of a woman's flesh onto his body.
So he couldn't forget it. So he couldn't refuse it.
The soft give of her breasts. The silky feel of her skin. The firmness of her thighs — all of it, without missing a single thing.
...But by this point, there should be a reaction.
Normally, after making a man feel this much of a woman's body and scent, a response would come as a matter of course — yet he remained as unmoved as a block of wood.
Do I need to be more direct?
She lifted her gaze and met his eyes.
Huh?
The desire for a woman's body that had been visible in those eyes just moments ago was completely gone.
And what remained in its place was....
...Disappointment? Anger?
Could it be that he found her unsatisfactory?
No. That couldn't be.
Through rigorous self-discipline she carried not an ounce of excess fat, and she prided herself on both the size and firmness of her breasts.
These days, as madam, she rarely entertained clients herself — but even so, she did not believe she fell short of the girls currently working the floor. And he felt disappointment toward someone like her?....
Kh....
At first she had only meant to stand in for Emula, to make sure this Hero wouldn't even think of that girl — but from this moment on, the story was different.
For the sake of her own pride as Syr, proprietress of Pleiades' Haven — the greatest and finest brothel in the Roman Kingdom — she would conquer the man before her, no matter what.
"Her—... mph?!"
In the very moment she was thinking that, his face suddenly overlapped with hers.
A light kiss — nothing more than lips meeting lips.
She was a little startled, but at the same time the anxiety she'd been feeling until then vanished. What filled its place was relief.
Of course. There's no way he wouldn't feel desire for me.
If a man felt no desire for her, he was either an irredeemable idiot or someone with very peculiar tastes.
From that kiss onward, his movements — which had been wooden — changed.
He began to touch her as if trying to caress: stroking her hair, running his hand down her back.
How cute.
It was clearly the fumbling of a man who didn't know women, trying in his own way to make her feel good — and it was adorable.
Those tentative, groping hands grew more assertive.
But they were still at a beginner's level.
A courtesan does not take the lead unless her partner wants her to.
Even if she does lead, she never lets it show. So for now, she would let him do as he pleased.
Press.
"Hyaah?!♥...."
In that instant, a premonition of pleasure raced through her entire body.
W-what just happened? What on earth did he just—
"...Something like this, roughly?"
Press.
"?!"
Th-that wasn't an accident?!
Clear, unmistakable pleasure flowed through her body. How? It had clearly been nothing more than a beginner's caress — so what was this sensation?!....
M-moreover... the places he's touching right now are!...
He wasn't touching the so-called erogenous zones.
Stroking her arm, touching her waist... places you could touch in everyday life without a second thought — and yet....
Press.
"Hnnngh!?♥"
I-it feels so good♥....
She was melting.
Melting.
Melting.
How long had it been since she'd felt like this?
When was the last time she had experienced a sensation like this?
Th-this is dangerous....
If places that weren't even erogenous zones felt this good, then if a proper caress began in earnest....
I absolutely won't be able to hold out!!....
She was certain of it.
In that moment, she would fall.
And she would become a slave chasing after that pleasure.
I-I have to make him stop. A-at the very least, I have to take back the initiative....
"Syr."
"Y-yes?!"
His voice, reaching her in that moment.
Not the composed, unflappable voice she always maintained — but the voice of a female teetering on the edge of becoming a frenzied, unhinged bitch.
Had he noticed?
Had he figured it out?
She hurriedly met his eyes.
The disappointment and anger she'd seen earlier were gone from his gaze — but neither was there a man's lust for toying with a woman's body. It was more like a married couple going through the motions of obligatory sex.
There was truly nothing in it at all.
"Come."
"!!"
A single word.
And with that single word, his hands found her breasts — and her sex.
"Hyaaaaaaaaaaah!!!♥♥♥♥"
An unforgettable ecstasy was branded into her body.
Over the course of roughly an hour, slowly, leisurely, and thoroughly, it was carved into her flesh — the mark of a slave.
"...."
◈ Captures the enemy's shifting weak points through exceptional senses and technique.
The power I'd gained last night... if you could call it that. A skill.
There were two ways to acquire a skill.
The first was leveling up. As you raised your level, there was a certain probability of obtaining a skill. In that case, the skills you got depended on the character's traits and specialties — a knight got knight-related skills, a mage got mage-related ones.
The second was receiving instruction. That method guaranteed a skill more reliably than leveling, but the downside was that it took a long time.
Anyway, that was the general idea — and last night, while I was holding Syr, I had suddenly acquired a skill out of nowhere.
"Looking at the description — exceptional senses and technique... it's probably a skill you get when your Technique stat hits a certain threshold...."
But I hadn't leveled up.
I hadn't received any kind of instruction either. And yet a new skill had appeared, which left me puzzled.
"As for the effect... well, that seemed pretty clear."
I'd pressed on Syr's body exactly where Killer Spot indicated, and I'd watched with my own two eyes as she drowned in pleasure to the point of near-death. The effect was undeniable.
Whether this skill only applied during sex, or whether it worked in combat too... I still didn't know, but—
"...."
I looked up at the sun, already fully risen.
As a micropenis, I had no connection to women. That much had been driven home tonight.
I could satisfy a woman with caresses, but as long as the important part was lacking....
"....All right. Decision made. I'm forming a Solo Squad."
And then I was getting the hell out of this goddamn world.
Ah, wait... and before that, I couldn't forget revenge against the heroines who'd betrayed me.
"Now that I've decided, there's no reason to hesitate any longer. The Exchange Event.... I'm ditching it!"
An Exchange Event I had no use for anyway — skipped.
"Let's go. Onward to the Sword King Event."
The eastern continent of Philgrea.
The Nation of Stillness, Jo. Somewhere within it, an elderly woman in splendid robes clicked her tongue as she watched a young woman re-fasten the sword at her waist.
"Tch, tch... so you truly mean to leave."
"Why so glum, old woman? Are you going to miss me now that I'm going?"
"Anyone would miss it when a pretty young maiden who waits on them disappears."
The woman — black hair marked with distinctive, scattered patterns of white — gave a short laugh at the old woman's words and spoke.
"You know as well as I do, old woman. I cannot stop walking. Not if I mean to have my revenge."
"...I've told you time and again that the end of your revenge will not be a kind one."
"I have trained so that I might change that fate. So that I may cut down all things under heaven and earth."
"...Haa. Wait a moment."
The old woman let out a deep sigh and went inside.
A short while later, fully dressed in a shaman's robes, she looked up at the night sky.
"Astrology, is it?"
"....This is."
"?"
"....Head for the center."
Having read the constellations of the night sky, the old woman frowned.
At her next words, the young woman tilted her head.
"The center — you mean the Yeom Kingdom?"
"No. You will have to go farther than that. There, you will find a guide who can lead the fate of your star onto its proper path."
"Old woman. Speaking in riddles like that does me little good."
"...Seek out a Hero there. Baekryeon."