153 Hero-nim♡ Relieves the Needs of Prisoners

153.

The next morning.

Refreshing. Must be from the stamina boost.

It was a revitalizing feeling I hadn’t felt in a while.

I left Riel, who had fallen asleep exhausted, to sleep more, and headed to Karano’s mansion.

To relieve Celina.

Celina was still at the mansion, guarding the three criminals we caught last time.

She’d been stuck there for days since the Bashaba incident, so she must have been pretty stressed.

The three criminals had been moved to a different prison cell, not the training room I had wrecked the door of.

When I entered, Celina looked weary but welcoming. It must feel like a changing of the guard.

“Anything happen?”

“Nope. Except I’m bored to death.”

“I forgot to bring something to read. Is there anything here? Something interesting.”

“Something to read? There are newspapers over there. A week’s worth.”

“Okay, go get some rest, Celina.”

After relieving Celina, I glanced at the criminals locked behind bars.

They seemed to have gotten used to being imprisoned.

They’d been locked up for almost a week.

I feel a little sorry for them. Though they are unforgivable criminals, of course.

“U-um, Hero-nim…”

The pickpocket turned his haggard face toward me and spoke.

“Yes?”

“Is it true that Bashaba died? Did Hero-nim… by any chance…?”

“I didn’t do it. In the guard’s prison… wait, how did you know about that?”

The pickpocket pointed with his eyes to the newspaper Celina had left behind. The front page had a headline about Bashaba’s death.

“The newspaper says it was a mysterious death… a terrible one, too… Does that mean we’re next…?”

The pickpocket was terrified. His mental state seemed as weakened as his face was haggard.

“That’s why I’m here, to make sure that doesn’t happen, right?”

The pickpocket shut his mouth, but he didn’t look reassured. He sighed deeply and huddled in the corner of the cell.

Well, for me, it might be better if an assassin or killer showed up.

I might be able to pick up the trail of those guys again.

As the pickpocket quieted down, the perverts started to say something.

“S-so, can’t you let us go? We have nothing to do with that White Whatever…”

“That’s right, we’re just poor, struggling perverts.”

What’s a struggling pervert?

“Don’t give me that bullshit.”

“It’s true! We’ll die if we don’t recharge our Eros!”

“Men are just like that! My balls are already starting to ache!”

I’m a man, and that’s bullshit.

You can’t die from holding back your sexual urges for a bit.

“You guys have been locked up here for a week anyway. You seem perfectly fine.”

“That’s… thanks to Celina-nim, who subtly exposed herself every time she came…”

“…Huh?”

“L-like her armpits, or her thighs… She’d subtly show them while pretending to stretch. We would have really died without that.”

…Celina? Really?

Even if she did, it wouldn’t be out of sudden compassion.

It would either be to satisfy her own exhibitionist tendencies, or to drive the perverts crazy by dangling something they can’t have.

“H-hey, Hero-nim, maybe you…?”

“Absolutely not. I’m not that kind of pervert.”

“That’s not fair! Then switch us back to Celina-nim!”

Perverts these days are bold.

No, I guess you have to be bold to be a pervert.

“Haa… If I lost my eyesight, I wouldn’t be able to make such requests anymore, right?”

Only then did the perverts realize their situation and shut their mouths.

The reason I can’t let the perverts go is because it’s dangerous.

At least in terms of intelligence, White Blow is superior to us.

There was a possibility that these perverts, if they roamed freely, would reveal to someone that I, Riel, and Celina were chasing them.

Of course, I can’t rule out the possibility that I’ve already been exposed to them because of the Bashaba incident.

I picked up the newspaper and sat down in a chair.

The first thing that caught my eye were the articles about the Bashaba incident.

‘Shocking, the Saint of the Slums, Bashaba, His Double Life’

‘The Wolf Was Wearing Sheep’s Clothing’

‘The Reality of the Qualification Verification of Church-Approved Orphanages, Is This Okay?’

Somehow, these titles have a familiar tabloid feel.

The titles were quite cheap, but since it was an incident related to me, I could read it more easily than other articles.

There were quite a few speculations about his death. Most of them were just unrealistic nonsense.

Doesn’t seem like there’s any useful information.

Just killing time.

“U-um, Hero-nim.”

One of the perverts spoke again, not giving up.

“What?”

“It’s really just a small suggestion, and you don’t have to do it if you don’t like it. Please don’t take it the wrong way…”

“What is it?”

“D-don’t you feel stuffy? How about being barefoot?”

My thoughts paused for a moment.

What, what is he saying?

If I connect it to the flow of the conversation earlier… is that it?

The purpose of making me barefoot.

The reason they want to expose my feet.

Of course, it’s sexual desire.

No, I know.

Foot fetish isn’t that uncommon. That much is already common sense to me, a skilled eroge master.

But it felt a little strange when it was directed at me.

Do they really get turned on by my feet?

Even if I’m an incredibly beautiful Hero, just by my feet?

The perverts were holding their breath, watching my reaction. Their eyes were filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

That gaze stimulated something inside me.

“Okay. Now that I think about it, my feet do feel a little stuffy…”

I took off my boots and socks and became barefoot.

A refreshing coolness was felt as my feet, which had been trapped in a narrow space, were liberated.

“Oh…”

The perverts’ gazes gathered on my feet.

The white and delicate feet of a beautiful girl, like carved ivory.

Even though they’re my feet, they seem quite pretty.

It’s no wonder men get excited.

I’m holding the newspaper open, but now I’m just pretending to read.

I wiggled my toes.

My feet slightly curled, deepening the wrinkles engraved on the soles.

I could feel the perverts watching each and every one of those movements with eager eyes.

…This is a little fun?

The perverts clinging to the bars looked like zoo monkeys looking for food.

“Hey, where are you looking?”

I scolded them in a stern voice. The perverts, who had forgotten their situation and were engrossed in my feet, returned to attention.

“Hiii, s-sorry!”

Even so, they were still chasing my feet with sidelong glances.

It’s a little pitiful how they can’t even control their eyes properly.

I approached the bars. The feel of the stone floor on my bare feet was a little cold.

“You’re just looking at my feet… Is there something wrong with my feet?”

I put my feet right in front of their faces in front of their bars. The perverts didn’t know what to do when I got close.

“W-well, that’s…”

The perverts’ gazes were wavering in front of my icy gaze and alluring feet.

“Tell me the truth. Why were you looking at my feet?”

“U-uh…”

The man being questioned by me sent a signal with his eyes to his fellow pervert, asking for help.

“This guy’s got a foot fetish. Not me. Hehe…”

The world of ruthless perverts, where tail-cutting is commonplace. The poor foot fetish pervert was in shock, having been hit hard in the back of the head by his trusted colleague.

But the guy next to him was staring intently at my feet as well.

To sell out his colleague despite that, that’s a little annoying, isn’t it?

“Oh, really? A foot fetish… Hmm…”

“Well, now that it’s come to this, what’s there to hide! It’s the first time I’ve seen such pretty feet! I’ve been having all sorts of fantasies! Biting, sucking, and licking Hero-nim’s feet, even this and that…”

In the end, the pervert, whose mentality had broken down, rattled off self-destructive remarks.

He’s a pervert, but he’s a brave guy. Unlike his colleague.

“For example, like this?”

I stretched my leg through the bars. My bare foot was placed on his face. The pervert was surprised but had a blissful expression.

“U-uh, uh?”

I could feel rough breaths coming in and out of his nostrils.

It wasn’t just a natural phenomenon caused by excitement.

He seems to be a true foot fetishist. He was trying to breathe in as much of that air as possible, even a single piece.

“Of course, this isn’t all, right? Your perverted fantasies…”

My foot slowly went down his body. Down his neck, his chest, and between his legs, where he was sitting upright.

Of course, his dick was clearly erect even through his clothes.

I glanced at the fellow pervert. He looked very surprised, but he also had a very envious look on his face.

I rubbed the pervert’s dick with my foot and said.

“You said you didn’t have a foot fetish, right? Too bad.”

“U-uh, that’s… Keuek…”

The fellow pervert was also bulging his pants greatly. Looking at his distraught face, I further stimulated the foot fetish pervert’s dick over his clothes.

“Uu, uuu, Hero-nim… I-I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? No way. Hold it in. If you cum now, there won’t be a next time.”

“U-uk, y-yes…!”

He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks bulged, trying to endure his ejaculation. It might be the most tearful moment of self-control in his life.

Regardless, I continued to stimulate his dick at a constant intensity. The body of the pervert, who had straightened his body, began to tremble as if he was nearing his limit.

“N-no more… Uk, Hero-nim…”

“Okay. Take off your pants.”

As soon as my permission was given, the pervert took off his pants like lightning. His dark, discolored dick was dripping Cowper’s fluid from the tip.

Using that as a lubricant, I stimulated his dick even faster.

It was a simple stimulation with no technique or anything. It was closer to stepping on his dick as I pleased with one foot. But the man was satisfied enough.

“I-I’m cumming, Hero-nim…! C-can I cum on your foot?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

As if trying to catch his semen, I brought my foot to his ejaculation point. Soon, his semen spurted out onto my sole.

“Wipe this off and stay quiet.”

“Yes, yes! Thank you! Overwhelmingly thank you!”

The man stretched out his clothes with a reverent attitude and wiped off the traces of himself on my feet.

Meanwhile, the man next to him was sucking his fingers and watching the unbelievable sight with envious eyes.

This is the end of a traitor. Losing both his colleague and his gains.

“H-Hero-nim!”

The traitor suddenly raised his voice.

“What?”

“I-I! I have an armpit fetish!”

“Go die.”

The colleague even comforted the dejected him. It’s a touching scene.

“Uwaaaaaa!”

What is it now?

But this time, it wasn’t the pervert who was making a fuss.

It was the pickpocket huddled in the corner.

“A r-rat!”

“A grown man making a fuss over just a rat…”

But I was soon speechless.

At first, there was only one.

Only one rat poked its head out of the drain.

And then another. Two, three.

The number continued to grow.

Ten, no, dozens, just looking at it, it’s over a hundred.

A wave of rats, disgustingly gleaming their eyes, surrounded the pickpocket as if to encircle him.