The Incompetent Hero and Baekho (3)
"Mm…."
No way….
Even I never imagined she'd just walk straight into the deep woods and start masturbating without any preamble.
Baekho hiked up the skirt of her hanbok and, with practiced efficiency, drove her fingers into her own pussy.
On top of that, she was clearly no amateur at this. Within moments her body was shuddering as if she were already teetering on the edge of climax.
But….
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch♥
"Nnh! Hah…! …Hyaah…!"
Even so, despite movements that looked like she had already peaked, Baekho's hand never stopped.
If anything, it only seemed to get faster.
Sweat beaded on her skin. Her body trembled. And somehow… she kept working her hand with a desperate, hunted urgency, as if something were chasing her.
"Wh-why…. Why…, why…!"
Slap, slap, slap♥
Clear love juices flooded out of her like a broken dam, sliding down her smooth thighs and soaking the ground beneath her.
Her legs shook violently from the overwhelming pleasure; her eyes had rolled halfway back. And still, her masturbation showed no sign of stopping.
Lost in ecstasy, cold sweat running down her skin, half-lidded eyes drowning in pleasure, she cried out as if begging someone—anyone—in prayer:
"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!"
And at the end of that frantic motion—
"Haaauuuunnngh!!"
Fsssh! Fsssh! Fssshhhhh!!!
Her fluids sprayed in every direction as she toppled straight onto the ground.
Twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth—it was, in every way, an extraordinary sight.
"Hah…, hah…, hah…."
Baekho lay limp, gasping for breath.
She kept panting, but her expression itself didn't look satisfied. Something about her face still seemed unresolved, unfulfilled.
Then she spread both legs, moved her hand again, and pressed her fingers back to her pussy, starting over.
Watching her, I let out a sigh.
"This is a problem."
"It is. A real problem. A big one, even."
"Who the hell—wait, damn it! When did you sneak up again?! At least turn your blinker on before you show up!"
"My, is it all right to shout like that? Lady Baekho can hear everything, you know?"
Lucy put a finger to her lips with a soft shh.
I glanced toward Baekho at her words, but whether she hadn't noticed or simply didn't care, she was still busy plunging her fingers into herself.
"Really, now. For someone called one of the Four Sacred Beasts, this image of a beast gone mad with pleasure is just so adorable."
"You've got a real gift for creative insults."
"Insults? I'm complimenting her. Look—Lady Baekho, squelching away as she diligently stuffs her own pussy. I'm sure her head is full of some magnificent, powerful master who will thoroughly degrade her and grant her pleasure, and she's imagining offering herself up to him. Doesn't that make the Sacred Beast seem terribly cute?"
"…."
What the hell is this girl.
The fact that she genuinely seemed to mean it as pure praise only made it harder to understand what was going on inside that head of hers.
"Hehe. Well, the truth is, I'm a vampire—but I'm also half incubus~"
"…That's an absurdly complicated backstory."
A nun, a vampire, and half incubus.
Who designs a character like that?
"Anyway, setting that aside. Baekho's condition is your responsibility, isn't it? Why is she in that state?"
"That wasn't under my jurisdiction. Even Miss Seollin would tell you there's nothing to be done about it. Lady Baekho's current state isn't something I can fix."
Lucy pouted, looking genuinely wronged, and continued.
"When did you say Baekho was captured?"
"Hmm…. I don't know exactly, but it has to have been at least several decades ago."
"Lady Baekho's body started deteriorating over those decades. That organization you mentioned—the Beastman Alliance—captured her, drained her power, and whatever else they intended to use her for, they must have kept feeding her every kind of aphrodisiac poison and subjecting her to sexual torture, all for the purpose of breaking her mind. For decades."
I stared blankly as Lucy laid out the reasoning with perfect clarity.
I'd taken her for a hopeless pervert and hedonist, but she had a surprisingly logical side.
"I managed to realign the disconnect between her shattered mind and her body somehow, but completely purging the aphrodisiac poison that built up over decades is beyond my abilities. For that, you'd probably need a high-ranking priest of the Holy City or higher."
"Hmm…."
Come to think of it, Seollin had said something similar….
"So in the end, the only way to fix this is to go to the Holy City?"
"Well, that would be one method."
"If it's only one method, then there are others?"
At my question, Lucy's lips curved upward.
"Simple. Hero, you just become Lady Baekho's master."
"…What kind of creative nonsense is that."
"Look at Lady Baekho's condition right now."
I looked, as she said.
Having recovered some of her stamina, Baekho had started masturbating again in earnest, fingers moving as if desperately wishing for something. Her pleasure-blinded eyes stared into empty space; her tongue lolled out as she writhed her hips, craving something she couldn't name.
I had a rough idea what that meant. Just to confirm, I turned back to Lucy.
"That—is it what I think it is?"
"Well, you don't really believe the humans of the Beastman Alliance spent decades just quietly feeding her aphrodisiacs and doing nothing else, do you? As I said earlier, they would have used sexual torture on top of the poison to break the mind of the Sacred Beast Baekho…. Of course she would have had a master who thoroughly used her, wouldn't she?"
"…."
Hearing it put that bluntly left a strange taste in my mouth, but….
She wasn't wrong.
Decades. At least.
Those bastards weren't eunuchs, and Baekho was a considerable beauty—no, in this case, she was the one who had passed her looks down to Baekryeon, wasn't she?
Either way, a Sacred Beast with looks that striking wouldn't have been left alone for a simple neglect play.
"But what does that have to do with becoming her master?"
"Because it would handle her sexual desire. As you can see, the unresolved aphrodisiac poison means her lust is completely out of control. If someone thoroughly relieved that for her, wouldn't Lady Baekho's condition improve somewhat? From what I saw earlier today, it already seemed to be giving her quite a bit of trouble."
"And that 'handling her sexual desire' is what she's doing out here at night in secret?"
"Do you call that satisfying sexual relief?"
Lucy's serious question shut my mouth.
The frantic urgency I'd been watching this whole time.
And the way Baekho was roughly, violently driving her fingers into her own pussy—none of it looked normal by any measure.
"Lady Baekho's current state is exactly this. There's a threshold of pleasure branded into her mind, but she can't reach it. Masturbating like that only leaves her more frustrated while her lust keeps building. It never resolves. And then who knows when she'll snap?"
"…."
That… was fair.
Just looking at the desperate state of her masturbation made it obvious.
For now she was somehow holding it together during the day, acting almost normal through sheer willpower—but at night she couldn't control it, and ended up out here masturbating like a madwoman. She'd been so rough with her fingers that her pussy even looked red and swollen.
"So you're saying I should be the one to relieve that lust? Me?"
"Who else here could? Miss Seollin? Miss Baekryeon? Ah! If you really don't want to, I could take over. I may not look it, but being half incubus means my knowledge in that area is quite thorough…."
"I'd rather leave a fish with a cat than leave this to you."
I flicked her on the forehead—a clear message to cut the nonsense and go back already.
Lucy rubbed the reddening spot, grumbling, and headed back to the tent.
Standing guard over a masturbating woman was already a pretty crushing blow to my self-respect, but watching Baekho go at it so hard she didn't even notice her surroundings made me worry something might actually go wrong. So I stayed and watched to the end.
For a good two or three hours she masturbated like a woman possessed, until her stamina finally gave out and she collapsed into something like unconscious sleep.
"…Haa."
Naturally, I was the only one who could move her. I carefully lifted her up, used Samadhi True Fire to dry the fluids soaked into her clothes, and laid her down inside the tent.
"…Looks like the hard road just opened up."
"Lady Baekho, was your sleeping arrangement uncomfortable, by any chance?"
"Ah, no. Do not worry, child of the Imugi."
The next day.
Seollin looked at Baekho's exhausted appearance with open puzzlement.
As sharp as she was, even without knowing the full story she seemed to have noticed that Baekho hadn't slept enough.
"Lady Baekho, are you still pushing yourself too hard?"
"I-I am fine, so do not concern yourself overmuch, Baekryeon."
Well—who could possibly admit they'd passed out mid-masturbation?
Even if it split her mouth open, she couldn't say it.
"…."
"?"
But then her gaze met mine.
It was the look of someone who had something she wanted to say. Of course, I already knew what that something was.
She had blacked out while masturbating.
She would have expected to wake up face-down in the forest outside—and instead she'd woken inside the tent. So she would have concluded that someone had carried her. And the only person who could have done that was me, the one she'd run into while I was on night watch.
And that conclusion was, in fact, completely correct.
"Might we… speak privately for a moment? That is…."
"Hero, or Leon. Either is fine."
After breakfast, once I'd packed up the tent and stowed it in my inventory, Baekho approached me first.