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After defeating the Demon King and seeing the ending, Dyke earnestly hoped to return to his original world.

“Such bad luck.”

That miracle did not come. Dyke was left in this damn world.

Since there was no way to return to the world he lived in, he had to continue his life for now.

He wasn’t happy about his small penis size, but it wasn’t so bad since his hero level from the past was still intact.

There was nothing rough about it. Power made everything possible.

Even enjoying joy through omnipotent abilities was temporary.

“…Wait a minute.”

Dyke faced a problem with his body.

“I can stand up. I can get hard.”

Not being able to get an erection properly was a huge issue. It was like losing one of life’s pleasures.

“My dopamine shower…!”

It was unfair. After going through all the trouble to kill the Demon King and enjoy freedom, to face such a trial.

His hands and feet trembled.

But there was nothing Dyke could do. Adapting to reality.

That was Dyke’s only permitted drug and struggle.

Struggling with erectile dysfunction, Dyke thought of Dennis, the innkeeper of abundance.

How could Dennis make it possible? Holding a glimmer of hope, he returned to the hub he had left.

“It works! My penis is choosing!”

Feeling immense joy as if he owned the whole world just for having an erection. It was more than sex; it was super sex.

From that day on, Dyke became an employee of the abundant inn.

“Long time no see, Dyke.”

“You’re my junior. I’m your senior.”

Dennis was also pleased with Dyke’s presence. A boy who single-handedly defeated the Demon King as a hero.

She expected him to be of great help in many ways.

And indeed he was.

With one widow and one girl, honestly, it was a quite inadequate combination to run an inn.

With Dyke joining, they had some breathing room. An extra mouth to feed, yet why did they have more space?

One might question.

“Haha, the Abundant Inn is truly bustling! Bustling!”

Starting from the noble lord to the village chief managing the town. They began to pay attention to the Abundant Inn for one reason.

Because the hero Dyke was staying there.

Support poured in. Operating costs significantly decreased. Dennis could finally set down the burden she had been carrying on her shoulders.

Being so helpful, yet refusing any payment, from Dennis’ perspective, Dyke was a blessing.

However, there was a condition.

“Chewp, chewp! Churrip!”

Dyke’s sexual treatment. Suffering from erectile dysfunction, he responded to Dennis, unlike with others.

It wasn’t a daily occurrence, and it required a long recharge period.

“Churrurrrrip!”

Being able to have sex somewhere. Dyke was grateful just for it working.

Dealing with a boy with a small pepper was quite easy for Dennis.

Moreover, the frequency of demanding sex wasn’t short, and it was even lengthy.

Was it really okay for the conditions of raising a former hero to be so cheap? Dennis worried about it herself.

If other innkeepers had known, they would have been jealous.

“Dennis! Dennis! It’s cheap!”

So, she did her best. She served Dyke as if he were her ex-husband when embracing him.

“You really like breasts, don’t you?”

Chewp, chewp!

“You’re not even answering now.”

Chuuuuuup!

Dyke also seemed quite satisfied with his sex with her, his waist trembling. His little pepper was shaking sweetly.

“Lisa has graduated from mom’s breasts. What is this, a lover or an adult?”

Although sex was over, he didn’t think of leaving Dennis’s embrace. It seemed like he was clinging longer than Lisa.

Dennis chuckled and caressed Dyke.

They spent five years together. They didn’t say it, but they became almost like family.

Clang-clang-.

A normal day.

Someone visited the inn. A guest.

He was with a girl. A black-haired girl.

She was a fierce-looking girl.

“Oh, Mom. She’s strange.”

Lisa, meeting eyes with the girl, tearfully complained to Dennis. This isn’t the kind of child she is.

She seemed particularly frightened.

To Dennis, something seemed off. What kind of hardships had that child endured to grow up like this…

Standing next to the black-haired girl, Lisa seemed naive.

“Tina?”

Instead of the chattering Lisa, Dyke, who was serving the guest, stared at the girl and muttered.

Seeing a familiar face, he unintentionally called her Tina. But the girl in front of him wasn’t Tina.

“Do you know our mother?”

Tina’s daughter. Olivia.

The girl glared at Dyke and asked.

* * *

“Am I buying Olivia from that man?”

“….”

The story dragged on. It was a moment long past, with forks set down after the mention of coming from the future.

Olivia nodded.

“That man was a slave trader. He kidnapped me from a village hit by an epidemic… It’s funny to call it kidnapping. I was just a kid with nowhere to go.”

“I traveled around following that man.”

He wasn’t a professional slave trader.

He just happened to pick up a girl who looked pretty. The thought of selling her crossed his mind.

“I tried to sell her at a high price somehow… and ended up here in the cradle of abundance.”

“…So, am I buying Olivia from that man? Doing the dishes?”

He repeated what he said earlier. It was that shocking.

“You…”

“As I mentioned before, the family is ruined. Driven into rebellion.”

“Rebellion wipes out three generations. How do you survive there?”

“I don’t know the details. I was young. I don’t remember. What I do know is that my father…”

“Doing the dishes?”

My head throbs.

“You?”

“I remember exactly. My dad came to pick me up.”

“I did? Pick you up?”

“Yes.”

“….”

By chance, he took in Olivia, Tina’s daughter. Naturally, thoughts extend to Celine and Alessia’s children.

If he didn’t know about the second generation, he wouldn’t have known. Now that he knows one, he worries about the rest.

‘Heroines whose brains are soaked in semen can’t raise children properly…’

It was already too late when he met Olivia. It’s impossible to step back.

“I can’t believe it.”

I don’t want to believe it.

“I will never do the dishes.”

Not a housemaid.

“Then, can’t we just wait and see?”

Dennis, who had been quietly listening, spoke up.

“Until young Miss Olivia comes to our inn.”

“Why?”

“If you hadn’t come back to the past and intervened separately, you would have ended up here anyway. Just think about it after seeing her. Isn’t that right?”

“….”

Just thinking about it is unpleasant. I like my life now.

“She’s regressed. Can’t you guys take responsibility? Each of you can take them and raise them.”

“….”

There’s no answer. Everyone, including Olivia, avoids my gaze.

“Why? Isn’t that the easiest way?”

“…That’s right. It’s impossible.”

“Impossible?”

Charlotte said.

“I’ve already tried. I infiltrated the Marquis’s mansion and met a young me who knew nothing.”

“But you met her. Just bring her out.”

There seems to be a problem. It’s like an irresistible force, just like my erectile dysfunction.

Charlotte spoke.

“I can’t see my past self.”

“You can’t see?”

“Even if it’s in front of me, I pretend not to know. Am I pretending to be English? No, that’s not it. Except for my past self, I can have conversations and physical contact. Only my past self can’t see myself.”

…

Taking care of oneself is impossible, Charlotte said.

“If you can’t do it, should I do it? Like the dishes?”

“…Even if we don’t ask, Father takes care of us.”

“Me? Not really?”

“Father won’t let me die. He won’t let Olivia be sold as a slave. He saves Nina from dirty alleys.”

“That’s not true?”

Funny.

He laughed heartily at Charlotte’s firm words.

“Such things will never happen. I’m a resolute man, a manly man.”

Two days later exactly, a man opened the inn door and entered, holding a girl in one hand.

A black-haired girl. A girl who closely resembled young Tina.

It was Olivia.

Young Olivia moved reluctantly with the man. Sitting down, she glanced at Nara, Dennis, and Lisa.

Her gaze towards Lisa was particularly fierce.

“I wanted a family too. Now I understand. Lisa was jealous.”

Adult Olivia understood the emotions in her gaze.

“Oh, damn.”

What happens if I don’t do the dishes?

Will young Olivia be sold as a slave? What about adult Olivia regressing to the past?

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Why should heroines take responsibility for daughters born to strict men?

Adult Olivia grabs my sleeve and pleads.

“Help me.”

Our eye levels were almost face-to-face due to our similar heights. Thanks to this, I could look directly into Olivia’s eyes.

Purple, serene.

Blood truly cannot be denied. Olivia inherited Tina’s deeply.

I feel weak for no reason.

“Please.”

“…”

“Tsk.”

Olivia frowned irritably at not getting her way.

Then she said something embarrassing that she couldn’t help but say.

“Are you able to get an erection properly?”

“What?”

“I can help.”

Erectile dysfunction, is it treatable?

‘No. Treatable or not.’

Before that.

“How do you know that?”