To the Room
Ronald dragged the restrained Raven off to a secluded spot and returned a short while later supporting the weakened Count Hamel.
“My lord, these are the ones. This man saved you—and us—from Raven’s clutches.”
Count Hamel, who had been moving with painful effort under Ronald’s support, brightened into a warm smile at those words.
“Oh… thank you. Truly, thank you. If not for you, that wicked scoundrel would have stolen this territory my ancestors left us, lock and stock. The people of the domain would have suffered unspeakable torment.”
“Haha. Not at all. All I did was pass the Goddess’s words along to Sir Ronald.”
“You look so young, yet you’re humble as well. No, no. You are the hero of our territory—greater even than the hero who reclaimed this continent from the Demon King hundreds of years ago!”
Uh… not that much.
Receiving praise greater than a real hero’s while standing in front of the actual hero Hana left me thoroughly awkward. I scratched my head and managed an embarrassed laugh.
“Ahaha…”
“Heh heh. It’s the truth. If those two dazzling beauties weren’t standing beside you, I’d even want to give you my daughter. Yes.”
Uh… I have to take her to Aiden anyway, so he’ll have to hand her over eventually… Hmm… when should I ask? Probably when Ronald isn’t around… I’ll have to bring it up quietly when I’m alone with the Count…
While I fretted over how to tell a father who had raised his daughter with love that I needed to deliver her to the trash who called her a “cock house,” Ronald spoke carefully.
“My lord. Conversing with the hero is well and good, but first please rest and recover. Afterward, punish me for failing to serve you properly.”
Count Hamel, who had been watching me—and Selena and Hana behind me—with a thoroughly pleased expression, shook his head at Ronald’s plea for punishment.
“Oh, nonsense. How could that be your fault? The greatest blame lies with me for falling for the illusion magic. So stop blaming yourself. And in the end you saved me, didn’t you?”
“But still…”
“I said it’s fine. Even my own daughter failed to recognize me.”
“The young lady bears a different responsibility from mine, does she not?”
“Enough. As you say, I’ll rest first—escort me to my chambers. Ah, and do not tell Cassandra that I had been replaced. She’s a child who would blame herself as heavily as you do. Understood?”
The Count cut off Ronald’s endless self-reproach and demanded silence on the matter.
But can this really stay hidden? The sword fight only happened in this room that Raven seemed to use as his office, so that part might be fine…
“But today’s uproar… And my lord, you have grown far too thin.”
My thoughts exactly.
When Ronald pointed out the body ruined by long imprisonment, the Count sighed deeply, pondered a moment, then spoke.
“Hmm… For now, let it be known that I’ve been a bit unwell for a few days and that no one need come pay respects. Meals separately as well. Once my body recovers somewhat, then we’ll meet. Ah—you all come along too. I’ll prepare rooms for you. Thankfully that damned fellow left the servants in place.”
“Whew. You take this room. Those two use that one. Then I must finish cleaning up with the servants. To build such a hell beneath the mansion… How could he turn people into slaves…”
Uh… You haven’t forgotten I’m a “slave merchant” and these two are slaves, right?
“…Then. Until next time, Sir Ronald.”
After guiding us to the rooms and departing while cursing everything Raven’s gang had done, I turned, stretched, and snatched Hana’s wrist just as she reached for the door handle.
“Why? What is it?”
What else? Something good.
I gave a lewd grin to Hana, who tilted her head in question, then pulled her hand as I opened the door to the room assigned to me.
“M-Master?!”
Selena, instantly understanding what my action meant, called out in a voice thick with mixed emotions.
I grinned at her and stepped into a room incomparably more antique and spacious than the one we had first been confined in.
Once we were alone, Hana realized my purpose, smirked, and said,
“What. You wanna do it? Fine. Well. Okay.”
Speaking in a leisurely tone, she gripped the hem of the white T-shirt that made her breasts stand out especially sharply.
As the hem that had hung just below the waist of her dolphin shorts was lifted, the upper portion of the womb tattoo filling her lower abdomen came into view—the top of the overlapping hearts and the wings that seemed to extend left and right from the heart, splitting around the navel and wrapping her waist.
Oh… as expected… a womb tattoo…
Even the mere tip of that beautiful pattern was enough to make me swallow hard and send my cock surging upright. While I admired the exquisite design etched into her smooth, fat-free body, her long, firm arms had already risen past her shoulders.
Hmm… a little… plain…
I felt a mild disappointment that it was an ordinary white bra rather than the sexy-appeal kind so common in porn, yet the breasts threatening to spill over the cups were wondrous.
Hana lightly dropped the T-shirt she had pulled free onto the floor, then reached behind herself and unhooked the bra.
Her elastic breasts pushed the now-unsecured cups outward, demanding freedom.
She slipped her arms free of the straps and let the completely separated bra fall onto the white T-shirt.
The perfect breasts every plastic surgeon would kill to create—showing not the slightest sag even after discarding the bra’s support—bounced lightly, flaunting their elasticity. I could not help swallowing.
—Gulp…
“Heh. You said you had a hundred terabytes of porn, so what are you staring at so hard?”
Unable to tear my eyes from those fantastic breasts, I hurriedly made excuses at her laughter-tinged words.
“No, that is—well. I-I didn’t watch all of it. No, not just ‘not all’—not even one percent of that. Or wait, maybe a bit more than that…?
Anyway, I only watched a tiny fraction! I just grabbed every cover that caught my eye whenever I got the urge, and left them because deleting them felt wasteful. How is a person supposed to watch a hundred terabytes of porn?!”
Hana, who had roughly tossed her discarded T-shirt to the floor, laughed.
“Pfft. What’s that. You sound exactly like someone who buys every drama series thinking ‘I’ll watch it someday’ and ends up watching none.”
The example was so perfectly accurate I clapped.
“Right! Exactly that! Just stacked them with the feeling of ‘I’ll watch them someday.’”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it, got it.”
Answering with one corner of her mouth lifted in clear disbelief, Hana hooked her fingers into the waistband of the dolphin shorts that covered more than half her lower abdomen.
“No…”
I started to offer more excuses, then shut my mouth the moment I saw her about to remove her pants.
She laughed at me again and slowly bent forward, drawing the dolphin shorts down.
Her bare upper body leaned ahead; the loosely tied ponytail spilled forward, and her breasts, sagging just slightly into a bell shape, were pressed between the arms pulling the shorts down, forming a deep valley.
Having already experienced paizuri and knowing the pleasure of those firm-yet-soft mounds, I felt a fierce urge to thrust my cock into that narrow, deep cleft and licked my drying lips.
Meanwhile Hana finished peeling the dolphin shorts from her long, outstretched legs, straightened, and tossed the cloth bundle onto the white T-shirt already on the floor.
Oh…
I marveled again at the fully revealed womb tattoo, then gradually lowered my gaze to admire what the dolphin shorts had been hiding.
A lower abdomen without a speck of fat. A well-developed pelvis. Neatly shaved… huh?
I blinked, closed my eyes, and opened them again, sensing something off.
Neatly shaved… why can I see it? Where are the panties?
When no panties appeared after the bra, I blinked in confusion and asked,
“Uh… you normally don’t wear them? No. Well. It’s fine. Yeah. Possible. That, uh… no-panty health method? There’s that too, right. Yeah… even if it’s not that… yeah. I respect tastes.”
Hana looked at my rambling with pitying eyes, pointed at the clothes she had discarded, and said,
“Panties are right there. I took them off together.”
Following the tip of her slender finger, I saw white panties layered atop the black-based, white-edged dolphin shorts.
Ah! I didn’t know that!
Like Archimedes shouting Eureka after realizing buoyancy from overflowing bathwater, I snapped my eyes wide open and raised my head again to admire Hana’s body.
No makeup, yet a face that could slap any celebrity—clean forehead, thick eyebrows, large eyes, high nose, plump lips, slender chin: the ideal of beauty—
a long, slender neck,
shoulders of excellent shape nearly perpendicular to the neckline,
long arms with firm muscle,
elastic breasts that did not sag in the slightest,
a belly with clear eleven-pack abs,
a waist so slim it looked graspable in both hands if they were only a little larger,
a pelvis that appeared even wider because of that slim waist,
thighs that looked ready to bounce right back if lightly pressed,
and sleekly extended calves.
To burn the body that looked firmer than Selena’s—thanks to a profession that used it constantly—into my brain, I scanned it over and over. Then a voice tinged with faint embarrassment reached my ears.
“That… aren’t you taking yours off?”
—Gulp.
Gotta take them off!
Until the moment she finished undressing, Hana had still been teasing me with a little leisure. The instant I saw her turn her faintly reddened face aside and speak, my clothes hit the floor in a flash, and my main weapon—boasting a vicious size—came into full view.