episode_0052

Being born as a hero, the emotions I felt were quite simple.

It was like entering a perfectly realized open-world game of augmented reality, right?

But in a way, isn’t it something expected?

The overwhelming power surging through my body since childhood was no different from that of a deity.

Honestly, there was nothing to regret even in my past life.

Born as the third generation of a conglomerate, living lavishly, indulging in whatever pleasures I desired. If I wanted drugs, I took them; if I wanted treats, I had them. If there was something I wanted, I bought it all. Racing with my sports car on the highway was exhilarating.

However, no matter how much wealth one possesses, even if you are the child of a conglomerate, there are limits.

There were a few beings equal to me, although they were a tiny minority on a global scale.

Moreover, Korean conglomerates sometimes had to yield to the government, which could be irritating at times.

But here, was I not a unique being from birth? Power not derived from money but from force. Even if I acted recklessly, there was no threat to my safety.

I once considered overthrowing the emperor and becoming the ruler of the empire, but upon reflection, ruling over the people and gods while placing myself above them seemed troublesome.

Therefore, I soon realized.

It’s far more comfortable to receive various conveniences from the empire and be bestowed with honors.

Power.

Yes, power is good, authority is good too. But these things brought me a sense of ennui sooner than I expected.

The existence of the Demon King I had to defeat wasn’t as formidable as I thought.

…Hmm.

Actually, maybe it’s me who’s excessively strong. With just one glance, I demolished a massive mountain that the Demon King struggled against.

There was no one in this world who could match me evenly in combat. Since the Demon King, who had some potential, was at that level, my interest in fighting naturally waned.

Next in line as my opponent would be the only Grand Knight of the Empire, Duke North, right? But given my position where I have to receive facilities from the empire, there was no reason to conflict with him.

While my hero party members had decent combat abilities, they weren’t satisfying enough to provide a worthy opponent for me.

Even if their combat abilities were lacking, if they looked pretty, I included them in the party, and as for men, I simply cut them down with a single stroke. This hierarchy was meaningless.

The reason for selecting based on appearance rather than combat ability was simple. By pretending to care, putting them in the party made it easier to get them into bed.

Akayel could be considered as having some combat prowess. He was a champion in the Imperial Colosseum, but the Emperor warned that a hero shouldn’t appear too lustful, so he took him along. But damn, he’s too spineless.

He seems to be just a year or two older than me, yet acting like an elder brother is unfortunate. Considering our past lives, I’m much older than that brat.

Anyway, whether in my past life or this one, women are truly easy. Give them money, they earn; be handsome, they earn; threaten them, they earn; hypnotize them, they still earn. But you can’t take them lightly either.

In this world, I was achieving everything and feeling empty. Even if I try drugs, being a hero’s body prevents me from falling into hallucinations.

That’s right.

Sex with a woman, not a vagina, was the only remaining pleasure in my life.

Combat is dull without finding an equal opponent.

Once power reaches a certain point, there’s nothing more to enjoy.

Sex, on the other hand, regardless of the partner or the process, feels damn good when you put your dick in a pussy.

A noblewoman who boldly exposes her face and anus, then thrusts herself forward to confront me—all the same. I didn’t particularly value mental rapport. Rather than considering us equals, she felt more like a game NPC to me.

Still, as the empire’s princess and the most sought-after woman in the empire, she showed some consideration. But this bitch, after refusing to enter my harem…

“I am in love with Akarel Bayoren. Let go of this!”

That bitch.

Akarel Bayoren?

Daring to mention that name in front of me?

Lately, I’ve found that bastard increasingly distasteful.

No, it’s not just that. It never quite sat right with me from the start.

Isn’t a man engaging in sexual activities with many women a sign of superior alpha male status? But that bastard pretended to be pure while treating me like a horny monkey in heat.

If he hadn’t been a figure selected at the Imperial Colosseum, Akarel would have been dead meat by now. Just like a dung beetle.

“Damn it…”

The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. What did that idiot believe to act so cocky, relying solely on stupid axe swings? What, a pathetic lumberjack wannabe trying to take me down?

Why would a pretty-faced slutty princess like her find such a guy appealing?

“Akarel, the son of a bitch, is nothing like a filthy man like you!”

Anyway, that annoying wench really got on my nerves. Even her rebellious remarks were similar to that bastard’s.

Women like her aren’t worth the effort. Just devour them like instant food without bothering to hypnotize them.

If blood flows below, they have no choice but to enter my harem. Especially noble women who value their purity even more. Once a maiden loses her chastity, her commodity value plummets.

“Ah…”

I remember the time when I shoved my member into the weeping princess’s mouth and shook her. She was indeed pretty. I should go back later and thoroughly ravage her pussy and asshole.

After bedding the princess and having intercourse(?), I held a grand wedding with carefully selected ten sluts. Capable men engaging in polygamy are quite common in this world. While it’s rare for someone other than the emperor to have so many concubines…

Well, what can you do if someone’s dissatisfied?

If it’s a dissatisfied “man,” just kill him.

If it’s a dissatisfied “woman,” just rape her.

Anyway, Akarel Bayoren.

That guy stole a woman who perfectly fits my taste.

Quietly observing, Darin might be the only reincarnated individual from my generation.

Her flawless face, personality, and lack of flaws made her even more appealing. She might inevitably become the center of my harem. A woman filled with various heroine qualities.

Usually, such a hidden heroine isn’t encountered in the first journey but appears later. Yes, after completing the entire journey and seeing the ending.

Moreover, she shares many similarities with the protagonist. In a way, Darin might be a gift bestowed upon me, abandoned alone in this world.

Will she kindly clamp down on my penis with her soft body, making it even more enjoyable? Such an adorable woman. The tender smile Darin showed me still lingers in my mind.

I recall her words to me. She said my abilities were too inferior compared to a hero, which angered me.

I only partially agree with that opinion.

Like a small, white-bodied fawn, with smooth skin and hamster-like chubby cheeks, sparkling pumpkin-colored eyes, and a pure nature that enhances everything.

“If this isn’t the power she possesses, then what on earth is it?

Darine was a woman with a powerful ability to captivate any man.

And this is an undeniable fact.

Even if that stubborn asshole Akarel wears a monk’s demeanor, proposing to Darine means he’s hit rock bottom.

Ah, the more I think about that bastard, the more pissed off I get. How can every little thing he does annoy me?

That pseudo-carpenter guy.

Would I really yield Darine to someone like you? Whether childhood friends or not, stealing another man’s woman is just another day for me.

Of course, under the assumption that she’s genuine.

Darine may look like she’s in her mid-teens on the outside, but surprisingly, she’s Akarel’s senior.

Akarel is twenty-three, so Darine must be twenty-four or twenty-five.

Although she’s a noble maiden still unwed and slightly older for her status, there was no need to worry.

No matter how fallen a maiden is, she wouldn’t casually offer herself to a foreign man before marriage, even if they were childhood friends.

Ironically, fallen maidens often value their chastity more. The worth of women who have lost their family’s honor rested solely on that.

From my various observations, Darine doesn’t see Akarel as a man. Despite appearing very close through actions and gestures, she clearly maintains a distance between them as a man and a woman.

Therefore, Darine was undoubtedly a virgin.

Honestly, I’m a little nervous.

Darine, a woman who shared a unique hometown with me, felt like a significant stimulus even to someone like me.

I’m not exactly sure why…

But with her, it seems like I shouldn’t resort to tricks but properly conquer her.

While other women may simply be used as pawns, she, who excels in every aspect, might be the destined woman with whom I can have sincere conversations.

– Weing.

The whirlpool of dimensions began to rotate fiercely, distorting space and soon opening a dimensional gate.

The destination is the northern territory of Bayoren.

I’m looking forward to it.

There are many things I want to say to her.

And many things I want to hear from her.

Wait, now that I think about it, I should be grateful to Akarel for one thing.

Considering his temperament, he’s probably the one who has been protecting Darine’s virginity all this time.

So, I should back off with kind words when necessary to keep him alive.

Otherwise, he might end up as a corpse.

And just in case, let’s ask Darine.

Are you sure you’re a virgin?”