I Defeated the Demon King
I defeated the Demon King. I defeated the Demon King.
“Finally…!”
It had been a full ten years since I, an ordinary college student, was summoned to the Other World as the hero. A single tear of joy slipped from my eye.
Was I crying because I was so happy to have slain the Demon King? Nope. It was because I could finally touch some breasts.
Ever since I arrived in this world, the saintess who had brought me here forbade any excessive physical contact with the opposite sex until the Demon King was defeated. The reason was that too much sexual desire would damage my Holy Power—the power granted by the goddess to the hero of the Holy Sword and the saint of the divine.
It was a somewhat reasonable excuse, so I accepted it. That’s why I had gritted my teeth and waited for the day I would finally defeat the Demon King.
The saintess said that once I took down the Demon King, I could touch her breasts as much as I wanted, right?
And it wasn’t just the saintess. Countless women had told me they loved me. They promised they would do anything for me once I defeated the Demon King. Some had even said they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with me.
Now that the Demon King was finally dead, I could touch the breasts I had dreamed about for so long. Hell, today might even be the day I finally lost my virginity.
But then.
But then.
“I’m sorry, Hero. The only time we can send you back to your original world is right now—while the dimensional tremors caused by the Demon King’s fall are still occurring.”
“Huh?”
The saintess said something utterly ridiculous. The moment her words ended, my body began to slowly fade away, starting from my feet.
I wanted to resist, but I had used up almost all of my Holy Power to defeat the Demon King. There was nothing I could do.
I had zero desire to return to my original world. I wanted to build a harem with all the women who loved me here, live like a hero, and spend my days buried in the soft chests of beautiful girls.
I shot desperate, pleading looks at the women who had confessed their love for me. But instead of looking sad about parting, they smiled brightly, waved their hands, and cheerfully called out:
“Hero, please be happy in your original world!”
That was the moment the last thread of my sanity snapped.
“Hey, you fucking bitches! If you’re gonna send me back, at least let me cop a feel first!!!”