The Petrified Hero's Childhood Friend (5)
Every choice I made led to the worst possible outcome.
If only I hadn't avoided him that night when he asked to make love.
He could have had a happy first experience.
Or if I'd just been a little stronger.
I wouldn't have lost to the Demon King, and we could have had our happy ending.
Better yet, if I had never become the hero in the first place.
I could have avoided this bad ending altogether.
'Please, just stop...'
Ever since my entire body had been petrified, my mind remained perfectly clear. I could hear and see everything.
That's why I begged. Please, just stop.
And of course, the first time I ever prayed to the gods was when Neria climbed on top of Sihyun.
When their lips met, the sight of his cock—something I'd never seen before—was a fresh shock.
But the moment she mounted his virgin dick and started slamming her hips down, my heart was torn to shreds.
Pure rage boiled up from deep inside me. I wanted to rip that woman apart.
'It's... it's unavoidable. This is all my fault for losing to the Demon King.'
I wanted to break free from this petrification right away, pull the crying Sihyun into my arms.
I wanted to take his defiled body and cleanse it completely.
But the petrification wouldn't lift, and other women kept climbing on top of him.
The Demon King looked at my frozen form and smiled mockingly.
'She knows I can see everything.'
Since she was the one who cast the petrification, she must have known everything. In fact, she was probably enjoying this scene as entertainment.
And so I was forced to watch Sihyun. I could only watch.
I could only watch as he changed little by little, embraced by other women.
I'm sorry.
***
Alen Veretas. She was a noble.
From a young age, she had grasped a sword and received various forms of education. A talented child.
She had even been invited as the hero's swordsmanship instructor and joined the hero's party.
But now she had fallen into the abyss.
After being defeated by the Demon King, she had cast aside her noble pride and raped a man.
"Haa... I must be crazy."
In the shower room filled with demons, she slammed her head against the wall as water poured over her.
She had touched a man who already belonged to someone else. And she had used every forbidden part of him.
Having sex with her former student's childhood friend and comrade felt disgustingly good.
That cock, which had made her lose her noble dignity for even a moment, was like an addictive opium.
'He definitely went all the way in, right? That deep?'
The moment he forced his way through her narrow passage and entered the forbidden zone, it felt like her mind would fly away.
"Haa, get a grip. He already has a partner."
"Hey—human."
A horned demon who had been undressing alongside her in the shower approached.
For a moment she thought it might show hostility and prepared to fight, but the demon did nothing.
It simply sniffed with a nose similar to a beast's before pointing at her lower belly.
"Strange scent, human. Why two fragrances? I smell them."
"Well, because I mated with a man?"
"Oh! Mating. How fascinating. Our demon race has no males. Therefore, we do it with human males."
"I see. Is that all you wanted to say?"
But the demon shook its head and continued.
"The scent of seed. The scent of a highest-grade male. Tell me about it too."
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that. Even if I did, it would be impossible without the Demon King's permission."
"Disappointing. But I would like to share even a little of the seed between those legs. You don't need that seed anymore, do you?"
"What do you mean, I don't need it?"
The demon paid no attention and forcibly spread Alen's legs, using its fingers to collect the semen.
It looked like it was stealing sap from a tree—utterly vulgar—but Alen simply closed her legs with half-hearted annoyance.
"Tell me why I don't need it, then take it."
"Annoying woman. I can feel it in your belly. The energy of life. Therefore, you no longer need more seed. Even if the species is different, the birth of life. Congratulations."
'Energy of life?'
At that moment, the warm sensation in her lower belly made her ears burn.
Even if it was called the energy of life, there was only one conclusion she could draw.
She rubbed her lower belly with her own hand, closed her eyes, and examined her body with mana.
There really was a faint but unmistakable foreign energy below her slightly swollen belly. It was very faint, but she could never miss it.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, she missed Sihyun's face. Her crotch grew wet, and the desire that had been dormant began to explode.
No—it wasn't desire. It was maternal love that emerged.
'The father of this child is...'
There was only one person it could be. Sihyun, the talented mage from a small rural village.
In terms of ability and appearance, he was the perfect man. No—he was exactly her type.
The reason she had suppressed her feelings was because he belonged to her student.
But now, she could no longer contain the emotions bursting forth.
A mother is strong. For the sake of this child, she wanted to make him her man.
"Sihyun..."
"Human female. Do not wet your cunt. It makes collecting semen difficult."
***
At some point, one of my daily routines had become polishing Serin's statue every single day.
I didn't know if she could see this, but I wanted to express my regret for her pitiful state.
If only I had been a little stronger, I might have been able to protect her. Blaming myself, I wiped her face with a cloth.
"Serin, do you remember? When we were kids, we used to play under that tree. I still dream about those days."
Even though I knew she couldn't answer, every afternoon I polished the statue while recalling those happy times from the past.
Whispering my love to Serin, I promised the day we would return.
"I love you, Serin. You might not know this, but honestly, I preferred being by your side more than going to magic school. All those girls who confessed to me at school—I turned them all down while thinking of you."
Back when I was a student, there were quite a few girls—from nobles to commoners—who tried to convey their feelings to me.
But I rejected all of them, always waiting for just one woman.
Serin.
Because my childhood friend from that small rural village was waiting for me, I endured it all.
"I was so happy when you came to find me. From our first kiss, every part of the journey was joyful."
And then I kissed the lips of the hardened statue.
The extremely cold and hard texture made me feel that she was no longer alive.
"Hmm, so this is where you were. Today, I've prepared something special for the afternoon."
"Demon King..."
"As expected, watching humans go at it gets boring. So I decided to help a little."
I didn't know what she was planning, but the Demon King approached me as I stepped away from the statue.
I tensed up and raised my mana, but she pulled me into an embrace as if to stop me.
Dark energy invaded my body, instantly draining my mana.
"Still those rebellious eyes. But I find that more entertaining."
"What are you trying to—ugh!? W-what are you doing?"
"Ah, is this your first time seeing such a small slime? Or are you surprised by the act itself?"
She suddenly pulled down my pants and pressed a cold slime against my cock before pushing it inside.
I was startled, but soon the cold slime liquid wrapped around my shaft and squeezed mercilessly.
"Kh...! You think you can make me submit... with something like this?"
"It can't compare to a woman's pussy, but it can make you desperate. This slime is blocking your urethra. Without my command, you won't be able to ejaculate."
With the exit for my semen blocked, the Demon King shook the slime onahole like crazy.
Her eyes were filled with interest and playful curiosity.
"How is it? Feels like you're about to cum, doesn't it? This is my first time training a male bitch—doesn't it feel good?"
"There's no way this feels good..."
It did feel good. The cold slime quickly warmed from the heat and friction of my cock, and with every shake, the increasingly sticky viscosity felt like it was forcibly milking my balls.
I wanted to cum.
It was blocked. My head felt like it was going to explode.
With the Demon King giving me a handjob and the urge to cum building up unbearably, I felt like I was losing my mind.
"Hurry up and say it. Tell me you want to shoot that vulgar seed in front of the hero."
"I-I can't... nghhh—! I'll do it! I'll do it, so please, just—"
I tried to hold on, but the accumulating semen made my balls feel like they were about to burst. The anxiety was too much, and I finally gave up.
I couldn't hold it anymore. I wanted to cum right away.
But the Demon King still didn't stop. She only continued to heat up my cock like crazy.
As if she were waiting for something.
"Here she comes. Now you two can take care of it yourselves."
"What are you talking about?"
Click. Click.
And with the sight of a woman walking from afar, the Demon King finally removed the slime onahole and stepped back.
Her pupils held no light, only an ominous smile that created a sense of dread.
"What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. She simply went into heat on her own and came looking for you."
Like a cat in heat, Alen walked gracefully over, looked down at me, and slowly climbed on top.
In a sitting position, we faced each other as she positioned my erect cock. Her soft belly pressed firmly against me as she whispered into my ear.
"I'm sorry in front of the hero, but... I'm pregnant."
"Huh?"
And for a brief moment, the statue trembled.
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The images below are setting illustrations, so they might be a bit long. Please be mindful if you view them.
I'm pulling out setting illustrations for the Petrified Hero world like this. They're pretty damn arousing.