Chapter 528: A Reminder of the Beginning
Chapter 528: A Reminder of the Beginning
“You’re awfully cheerful for someone who just got rejected.”
As I was fooling around with my girls, Matilda muttered beside me, an exasperated look on her face.
“Oh? Would you prefer it if I were a blubbering mess? Fine. In that case, I’ll start bawling right now and stir up your sympathy…”
“G-Guwon! Silvia! Silvia is…!”
“Ah! Sorry!”
Matilda had suddenly started talking to me, and I’d gotten distracted for a moment.
At Leia’s urging, I hastily let go of Silvia.
“Uwaaaah…”
Silvia made an almost zombie-like sound as she desperately crawled toward the corner of the room.
Though, I doubt there’s ever been such a cute zombie sound in all the world.
Far from being scary, it sounded more like an invitation.
If I let my guard down, I’ll want to hug her again.
Well, if I hug her this time, she’ll definitely die.
I had no choice but to give up on Silvia and turned my gaze back to Matilda.
Then, mustering all the emotion I could, I squeezed out a sorrowful voice.
“Sob… Matildaaa…”
“Ah… Hah! D-Don’t put on such a clumsy act! You can’t expect me to pity you for something like that!”
For a moment, Matilda’s face filled with compassion, but she quickly came to her senses and spoke primly.
A clumsy act, she says. She was halfway to falling for it. Well, it’s probably because of the curse, though.
“Really… Sometimes I wonder if you ever think before you act.”
Hey. Don’t just casually call me brainless.
Though I won’t deny that I sometimes let my emotions get the better of my reason.
“What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I’m always worrying about things. Like you, for example.”
“M-Me…?”
Just when I thought she was holding it together, she was back to this state.
Well, maybe it’s better for her to be in this state right now.
“Right. So, don’t go to swim practice tomorrow. Keep your schedule clear. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“What?! J-Just the two of us? But…”
Hearing my words, Matilda, for once, managed to snap out of her ‘pink mode’ on her own and started to panic.
Just as I thought. She’s avoiding being alone with me.
And it seems there’s something weighing on her mind so much that she can’t even stay in that mode.
“Yeah. We have to break the curse anyway, right? The Pope has been nagging me about it, too.”
“Gh…! Th-That’s… That’s right…”
When I said that to test her, Matilda’s expression darkened slightly.
It looked like what was bothering her really was related to the Pope.
Furthermore, the fact that she was trying to avoid being alone with me must mean she really didn’t want to go back to the Holy See.
Whether that was because of the curse or not.
“Wait. What are you two talking about?”
As Matilda and I were speaking, Sara muttered from the side, as if she couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
Of course she wouldn’t know.
But I hadn’t had a proper talk with Matilda yet, and I didn’t think it was necessary to tell my girls about it right now.
“Hm? We’re talking about how I should punish Sara tonight to make sure she’s been punished properly.”
“What?! Th-That’s not what you were talking about!”
“Yes, it was. Diana, you got any good ideas?”
“Wait! Why are you asking other people?!”
As someone who’s always on the receiving end of the teasing, I’m counting on you for a brilliant idea.
When I looked at Diana with that expectation in my eyes, she propped her chin on her hand and fell into thought.
“Hmmm… I see…”
“Not you too, Diana! You don’t have to play along with this idiot!”
“Guwon, really… You shouldn’t tease Sara so much.”
And so, just like always, I enjoyed my meal while making a ruckus with my girls.
I didn’t say it out loud, but I had no idea how grateful I was that they were treating me like they always did.
Even though I’d just come back from a date with another woman after being rejected.
My girls really are the best.
Well, separate from that, Sara was still getting punished.
“Heh. Heh. Heh. Now, are you prepared?”
After finishing our meal, Sara and I returned to our room alone, at which point I put on a wicked expression and muttered.
It seemed Sara had also washed up before the meal, just like me, so for once, the two of us came here together amicably from the dining hall.
“Hmph. Acting all tough in front of your woman when you just got spectacularly rejected.”
“Keuk… Hey. You…”
Then, completely unexpectedly, Sara’s expression returned to its usual cool demeanor as she mercilessly assaulted me with verbal violence.
I took that hit with my guard completely down, so the damage to my heart was even greater.
I can’t believe she’d attack me in a situation like this. Is she out of her mind? Or could it be…
“You… Are you doing this on purpose because you want to be tormented? If so, you should just say…”
“Th-That’s not it, you idiot! You were going to torment me no matter what I did! So I just figured there was no point in trying to act cute when it wouldn’t work anyway!”
Ah… That’s actually… a wise decision.
No. Still, isn’t it just human nature to try and act a little cute in this situation?
Heh. Is this the decisiveness that comes with the blood of a Hero?
Makes no sense, you say? I’m just saying it without much thought myself, so you lose if you think too hard about it.
And seeing Sara’s ‘do your worst’ attitude, I decided on the kind of play we’d be doing tonight.
When it comes to Sara, it has to be image play, right?
Alright, then. Let’s begin a play where the noble Hero, who yields to no threat, is corrupted through lewd torture.
What happened to tormenting her, you ask? What do you think lewd torture is, if not torment?
Anyway, my role will be… right. I’ll be an incubus, inflicting lewd torture on the Hero.
Though, calling myself an incubus after realizing that a Saint is a superior version of a succubus feels rather strange.
“Kukukuk. As expected of the Hero. To think you can still run your mouth in a situation like this.”
“What? Wait. What’s with the sudden…”
“But how long can that attitude last? Hmm? O Hero. You haven’t forgotten that you are now a captive of our Demon King’s army, have you? Surely you’re not expecting your comrades to come to your aid? Kukukuk. If so, what a pity. Your comrades have all been captured as well. By now, they’re being… doted on… quite a bit by my friends.”
“Ah… so it’s that…”
Sara looked confused at first, but as I spoke in an explanatory tone, she immediately grasped the situation and muttered in disbelief.
Strange. Why that expression? There wasn’t anything weird about my lines, was there? In manga and novels, this is how most villains talk.
Not that I haven’t also wondered why those characters feel the need to explain every little thing when I’m reading.
“K-Keuk! W-What are you planning to do to me?!”
In any case, Sara understood the situation and started to play along.
It seemed she figured this kind of play was better than being thoroughly tormented.
Never imagining that I would use this play to torment her thoroughly.
But setting that aside, her acting was clumsy.
It was painfully obvious she was embarrassed even as she recited her lines.
You don’t have to force yourself to act according to the situation. Just be yourself.
I’ll take care of enjoying myself on my own.
Your usual self is the very picture of a noble Hero.
“‘My plan?’ The Hero speaks so innocently. Are you truly asking because you don’t know?”
As I spoke, I raised my index finger and brought the tip to Sara’s lips.
Then I let it slide down, barely grazing her skin.
Past her beautiful jawline, down her long, white nape. Past her pussyy, deep-set collarbones, to her perfectly ripe breasts.
“Hnngh…! Keuk!”
Even though she was wearing thin clothes, she could clearly feel the sensation of my finger crawling over her body.
For the record, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
She must have taken it off after her shower, knowing we’d be doing this right after the meal.
A bold move, only possible because I’m the only man in the mansion.
As my finger traced the swell of her breast and reached the nipple at its peak, Sara reflexively let out a moan before clamping a hand over her own mouth.
Through my finger, which was gently touching the tip of her nipple, I could feel it growing harder and harder.
Of course, she probably wasn’t aroused by this situation.
I mean, if you tickle someone like this, it’s only natural for it to harden reflexively.
But as the one currently playing the role of an incubus, I couldn’t just accept that simple explanation.
“Hoh. A cuter moan than I expected. Your nipple is hardening, too. Could it be you’re this sensitive? My, my. To think the Hero, who always acts so high and mighty, actually has such a sensitive body.”
“Keuk! Th-That’s not…! Nngh!”
At my muttering, Sara glared at me and retorted.
Unlike the terrible acting from before, it felt like she was starting to put her soul into the performance.
Hey. Don’t tell me you’re getting into character for real?
Not that I mind. That’s fun in its own way.
Anyway, as Sara tried to retort, I grabbed her breast, filling my palm, and she let out another nasal sound, reflexively rubbing her thighs together as if crossing her legs.
You think her reaction is a little too good for having her breast grabbed so roughly?
Of course it is. I’m using a faint version of Saint’s Touch right now.
I told you, didn’t I? I was going to torment her.
“Are you trying to say that’s not it? Hmm?”
“Nngh! Keuk!”
“What’s with these legs? Rubbing your thighs together so pitifully. Do you want it already? Hmm?”
“Wh-Who…! Hnngh!”
When I slipped my hand between Sara’s thighs and muttered, she cried out with a frustrated expression.
But that only lasted a moment. As I moved my hand higher up her thigh, near her groin, her leg began to tremble.
The sensation of her firm thigh—a perfect mixture of muscle and fat—trembling against my entire palm was quite enjoyable.
It’s the same with the other girls, but no matter where I touch her, she feels incredible.
“Ngh… Haa…”
But my hand, which had been moving upward, soon stopped again.
It rested right at the crease where her leg met her groin.
But I was pressing my fingers into her thigh, so my hand was just barely avoiding her private parts.
Since I was also using a faint Saint’s Touch with this hand, Sara’s frustration must have been even greater.
“What’s with that pitiful sound? Don’t tell me you want me to touch you more? Where do you want to be touched? Come on, tell me. If you beg, I might just touch you!”
“Keuk! There’s nowhere I want your filthy hands to touch!”
…No, Sara. I’m telling you, you’ve been putting way too much soul into your acting.
Not that I’m complaining. It’s highly desirable.
When she says things like that with that expression, the mental damage is no joke.
It’s a sensation I’d almost forgotten, one I haven’t really experienced since we first met.
I can see why other men are too scared to even approach her.
“Kukukuk. I wonder how long that tough act can last?”
As I said that, I increased the power of my Saint’s Touch just a little more.
“Hnngh! Th-This is unfair…!”
Sara’s body trembled as she spoke, but I paid her no mind.
“‘Unfair?’ The Hero says the most amusing things. To our Demon King’s army, there is no higher praise. Are you trying to compliment me? Or has it become so difficult that you can’t bear it without saying such things?”
As I spoke, I moved the hand on her thigh upward again.
Still careful not to touch her private parts, I slowly traced the triangular line of her panties with my fingertips.
And once I’d gone up a certain distance, I moved my hand to the side.
My fingertips passed tantalizingly close to her clitoris without touching it, moving to the panty line on the other side.
“Hnngh! Keuk!”
Perhaps she had been expecting me to touch her clitoris, because Sara’s body trembled as she let out a sound of utter frustration.