Time of Revenge (4)
Time of Revenge (4)
Hector Dirtykent was a shameless scoundrel from birth.
But he wasn't the type who set out to get into human trafficking from the start.
Before he got into human trafficking, he ran a small inn in Aronshied.
It was a humble lodging business he started modestly, but it brought in enough income to put food on the table.
Back then, all his limbs were intact, so he had no particular difficulty working.
'Been bored lately, fuck...'
But Hector didn't purely devote himself to his job.
To be precise, while running the inn, he simultaneously engaged in certain activities he couldn't tell others about.
Hector's inn, on the outside, looked like any ordinary lodging you'd find anywhere.
But in reality, it hid a shady secret that would make anyone's eyes narrow in disgust.
That was secret filming.
Video magic stones cleverly hidden in blind spots of the inn rooms.
A filthy hobby of secretly voyeuring female guests who stayed there.
At first, it was a transgression he started on a whim out of boredom with the mundane lodging business, but as time passed, he got sucked into it, and before he knew it, it had become his real main job.
'Isn't some hot bitch gonna come around?'
Hector put on the facade of a friendly innkeeper on the outside, while using the countless women who came to the inn as his personal spank bank material.
From nameless young ladies who requested a short rest to relieve their fatigue, to young lovebirds reeking of alcohol renting a room together.
He even didn't hesitate to use the first night of newlyweds on a happy honeymoon trip to satisfy his base sexual desires.
Hector always enjoyed watching the secret filming videos, which the subjects would never even dream of, and secretly invaded their privacy.
Occasionally, when he came across videos he particularly liked, he'd collect them as part of his so-called collection.
It was one day while he was unhesitatingly indulging in such vile hobbies.
The day an unusual guest set foot in his inn.
"Is there a room available?"
A guest who appeared suddenly in the dead of night asked in a blunt voice whether lodging was possible.
But Hector, sitting at the counter, couldn't answer the question in time, silently dilating his pupils.
Because he had recognized the identity of the female guest standing proudly before him.
At first, he thought it couldn't be. But doubt soon turned into conviction.
Fiery red hair that seemed to blaze, sharp golden eyes, and above all, a sensuous figure with everything in the right places.
They were characteristics far too distinctive to be mistaken.
Though she was hiding her face under a black hood, that alone couldn't completely conceal her outstanding beauty.
'Th-the Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis?!'
The beauty who had suddenly visited was one of the noble goddesses descended from heaven.
Hector barely managed to suppress the shock that felt like his eyes would pop out.
He couldn't easily believe that a goddess he only saw in the newspapers had come to his inn.
"...There's a room by the window on the second floor available."
Hector, hiding his agitation as best he could, handed her the room key while putting on the most natural expression and voice possible.
Nemesis immediately paid the lodging fee and went up the stairs next to the counter to the upper floor.
Soon, the sound of a door opening and closing came from above.
Only then did Hector let out a big breath and patted his pounding chest.
'Fuck, is this for real?!'
His mind was in a whirl from the unexpected noble guest.
Why would a high-ranking goddess stay at such a shabby inn? Hector couldn't even begin to guess the reason.
But that didn't matter.
Because a tremendous opportunity that might only come once in a lifetime had walked right in on its own.
'I can't miss this chance!'
Hector looked up at the stairs Nemesis had climbed and felt an indescribable, tremendous thrill.
Of course, as one would expect, the room he had given to Nemesis also had a magic stone installed for secret filming.
That meant, if he played his cards right, he could obtain a video capturing Nemesis's intimate moments.
Hector began to get an erection without even realizing it, imagining what Nemesis, who must be alone in the room right now, was doing.
By now, she would probably have changed into the pajamas provided in the room.
If she had changed, her underwear would inevitably be revealed.
Who knows, maybe she was lying on the bed in that state, passionately comforting herself.
'A goddess masturbating, heh heh.'
As his imagination stretched that far, Hector could no longer hide the surging excitement.
If that kind of scene of the Goddess of Vengeance was captured on the magic stone.
The best video, incomparable to any collection he had gathered so far, would fall into his hands.
That's why Hector eagerly awaited her leaving the room.
And that wait soon bore fruit.
Not long after, Nemesis appeared on the first floor via the stairs and turned her back on the inn, as if she had some business to attend to.
After confirming the goddess moving away with his own eyes, Hector immediately leaped out from the counter and hurriedly moved his legs to the second floor.
Hector sprinted at full speed and arrived in front of Nemesis's room at an incredible pace.
Then, without hesitation, he unlocked the door with a spare key he had prepared and entered the room.
He immediately retrieved the magic stone cleverly hidden in the ceiling directly above the bed.
Hector was dying of curiosity about what incredible video might be recorded inside.
'Please let there be a strip scene!'
He felt an overwhelming urge to go downstairs right now and check the contents of the magic stone.
But he still had things to do in this room, so he had to postpone it.
After retrieving what needed to be retrieved, Hector got off the bed and headed to the attached bathroom.
And upon confirming there was no moisture at all on the bathroom floor, he raised the corners of his mouth slyly.
'Looks like she hasn't bathed yet.'
Hector installed one of the magic stones he had brought from the counter in an inconspicuous corner of the bathroom ceiling.
It was a perfect position to enjoy a high-angle view of Nemesis's shower scene.
Just imagining the naked goddess washing away the dirt under the water made his lower half stiffen.
'The remaining one goes here!'
He attached the second magic stone inside the toilet bowl in the corner of the bathroom.
To capture a shameful sight of her that even the hero Ion Rayhard had probably never seen.
Hector meticulously installed magic stones in various spots of the bathroom the goddess would use.
Imagining the thrilling videos they would capture made his expectations run wild.
'Now I need to preserve this room permanently, heh heh.'
If he played his cards right, he could acquire the ultimate spank bank material that he'd never get tired of for the rest of his life.
Just thinking about Nemesis, who would unknowingly and defenselessly expose her private parts here, made his heart swell with excitement.
'She wouldn't have emptied her water outside first, would she?'
If Nemesis ordered a meal, he thought about secretly mixing a diuretic into it.
"Nice."
After completing all the rewarding work, Hector decided to return to the counter to check the footage from the magic stone he had installed above the bed.
But unfortunately, the moment he turned to leave, his legs stopped unnaturally.
He had no choice but to stop.
Because standing beyond the bathroom door, which he had firmly believed to be empty, was the Goddess of Vengeance he had been trying to secret-filming.
"...?!"
Hector, who belatedly noticed Nemesis's presence, flinched violently from the shock that felt like his heart had stopped.
Nemesis, who had been there for who knows how long, silently stared at Hector with contempt-filled eyes, wrapped in a heavy stillness.
"G-Goddess Nemesis-nim..."
Hector, startled beyond belief by the innkeeper's far-too-early return, trembled as he opened his parched lips.
He had to come up with some plausible excuse somehow, but he couldn't think of any words that would get him out of this situation safely.
An innkeeper found in a guest's bathroom without any explanation was indefensible no matter how you spun it.
Swoosh!
The moment Hector stood frozen in place, unable to utter any plausible excuse.
The magic stone gripped in Hector's hand was cut in two with the sound of slicing wind.
It was only then that Hector noticed the sharp sword in Nemesis's hand.
'Damn it...!!'
The next target of that sword was clearly himself.
Terrified by that indescribable fear, Hector abandoned flexible thinking and immediately fled, driven by survival instinct.
"S-save me!!"
Hector ran outside, yelling loudly enough for anyone listening to mistake him for the victim.
Without looking back, he ran down the hallway and tried to descend the stairs.
But his foot got caught on the first step, and he tumbled pathetically all the way down.
"Ugh...!"
Having rolled like a wheel helplessly down the steep stairs, Hector lay collapsed on the first floor floor, groaning in pain.
Hector tried to get up somehow, but his right leg, injured from the fall, wouldn't take his weight.
As Hector was chewing on the pain that showed no signs of fading.
A sight suddenly caught his eye: Nemesis looking down at him from the second floor railing.
"..."
Her face, quietly staring at Hector writhing in agony, was frighteningly expressionless.
There was no anger at being secretly filmed, nor mockery for a peeper who couldn't even escape properly.
After staring at Hector for a while with eyes that naturally sparked fury just by looking at them, Nemesis soon moved her legs and slowly descended the stairs.
"Ee-ek...!"
Hector Dirtykent let out a scream like a thief with a guilty conscience.
But Nemesis didn't spare a single glance at Hector sprawled on the floor, simply walking past him.
"...Huh?"
The Goddess of Vengeance walked on and left the inn as if disappearing.
As if to say he was a bug not even worth killing.
"Ugh, m-my leg...!!"
That day, Hector's inn business completely went under, along with his right leg.
Because rumors that he had been secretly filming the guests staying at the inn spread throughout the entire city by the next day.
In the end, Hector had no choice but to pack his bags and flee the city where he had lived for so long, hiding from people's eyes.
To make matters worse, the leg he injured when he fell down the stairs didn't receive timely treatment and had to be amputated.
Hector Dirtykent's downhill slide in life began like that.
'You fucking bitch! You goddamn bitch...!!'
Hector harbored deep hatred and resentment toward Nemesis, who had reduced him to this state.
No matter how you looked at it, it was completely his own fault, but Hector, despicable as he was, never admitted his own wrongdoing.
Someday, he would show that Goddess of Vengeance what was what.
Every night, as he lay down in his filthy bed, Hector made that vow.
'Fuck, when the hell will that ever happen...'
He himself knew best that it was a vain fantasy that could never come true.
Because his opponent was a goddess who had driven out the Demon King's army and saved the world.
His one and only opportunity in the magic city had also gone up in smoke.
'There's no way I can take revenge.'
He himself knew more clearly than anyone that it was impossible.
*
Until this very moment arrived.
"Ahhhhnn!!"
Hector, who had unconsciously been recalling the terrible turning point of his life, couldn't believe the present reality.
"Kuhahaha!"
That Goddess of Vengeance who had disregarded him like a pebble rolling on the street back then.
The noble Goddess Nemesis was now unable to control her sexy moans, squeezing his cock with her wet pussy.
"C-Ck...!!"
"This is the result of what you did, Nemesis!!"
Hector shouted, eyes blazing, gripping the bouncing big tits in front of him with both hands.
If this situation, where he was freely plunging into a beautiful goddess's crotch, was a dream.
Hector sincerely wished to be trapped in this dream forever.