episode_0129

I never dreamed of it. That I would make this choice myself.

At the very last moment, she crumbled and ultimately gave up.

Was that all? She had come here of her own will to beg for mercy from her sworn enemy, and in the process, she had even lost the bond she cherished most.

What was the point of going this far when there was nothing to gain?

She doubted her own judgment again, but the conclusion remained the same.

Because it was the right thing to do.

“…Porter.”

As soon as Arina stepped into the courtyard, she called out to the man who had immediately caught her eye.

“You’re later than I expected.”

“Where are the others?”

Wary of someone suddenly jumping out, she glanced around.

“I sent them all back to their homes. Without Yuria here, if you came back and decided to slaughter them all, there’d be no way to resist, right?”

“Why didn’t you run?”

“Partly because that woman, Cecile, is watching, but also because if no one stayed to settle things, you’d chase me to the ends of the continent. And I still don’t know how you’d come at me. Are you here for revenge? Or…?”

Porter trailed off mid-sentence, testing her reaction.

Knowing full well what answer would come, he deliberately toyed with her, his cunning words making it impossible for Arina to hold back. She spoke first.

“Let me see the child.”

At that, Porter twisted his lips into a strange smile. He seemed to confirm his dominance and was certain of his victory.

“The child? After abandoning him and running away, living well all this time, what sudden wind blew you back here?”

“Th-that’s—!”

“You know forgetting isn’t an excuse, right? You’re the one who shut away those memories yourself.”

She had no rebuttal. Since she had been blaming herself more than anyone else, she could only agree with his words.

“That’s too much. No matter how much you hated me, erasing your own child from your memory just to run away…”

“While I was raising the kid alone, you were off playing around with other men.”

“Is that all? The moment you saw the child, you freaked out. You nearly killed him by recklessly flinging magic around.”

“You didn’t say it, but he must’ve been really hurt. So how could I just let you see him?”

“…”

Arina couldn’t utter a word in response to the relentless recounting of her actions.

This wasn’t what she had intended.

She was completely swept up in Porter’s pace, unable to offer any excuse, pushed into the corner he had forced her into.

As Arina hung her head in guilt, Porter suddenly stood before her. His hand settled on her shoulder.

“Of course, things would be different if we really became husband and wife. If I explain it well, the kid will believe it.”

Naturally, the conversation flowed in that direction. Knowing exactly what he meant, Arina trembled, but she had no choice but to listen.

“I think we need to build trust between us first. What do you say?”

The hand on her shoulder slowly slid downward. Before it could reach her chest, Arina moved first.

“…What are you doing?”

Porter’s eyebrow twitched. Arina’s leg, which had been slowly bending, soon touched the ground.

Placing her hands on her knees, she knelt before the man she despised.

Her face wasn’t visible with her head lowered, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her expression.

“Porter… can’t we stop now?”

“Stop? Stop what?”

“This… relationship between us. We’ve fought so much already. Can’t we go back to how we were before? Just as ordinary friends… I’ll raise the child here too, so…”

“So you’ll take care of the kid, but you don’t want to marry me? That’s disappointing.”

Porter’s foot slid between her legs.

Enduring the shame of having her crotch rubbed by his foot, Arina pleaded.

“Please…”

“Is this because of that guy who chased after you?”

“That’s…”

As Arina hesitated, struck at her core, Porter’s face twisted further in displeasure.

“What? Did you plan to live with that guy and the kid together?”

“No! I broke up with Ian before coming here. Even if I went back, he probably wouldn’t take me. But still…”

“You want to keep your loyalty to him?”

Arina didn’t answer. She knew full well that an honest answer would only provoke Porter.

But it was already too late. His mood had already soured beyond repair.

“That won’t do. Choose one. Will you abandon your son and return to that guy, or will you swear to become mine here?”

Porter pressured Arina, forcing her to pick between two choices. But in reality, there was only one option she could take.

After all, she had come back for this very reason.

Since she had already prepared herself, the conclusion came quickly—but actually voicing it was another matter entirely.

“…I’ll do it.”

“What was that? Lift your head and say it louder so I can hear.”

Arina clenched the hem of her skirt. If she wanted to, she could shut that disgusting mouth forever right now.

But she couldn’t bring herself to act.

Wiping her eyes, she raised her head and met Porter’s gaze.

With tear-streaked cheeks, she glared at him with all her might.

“I’ll become yours. Whether as a sex slave, a whore, or a wife. I’ll be whatever you want, so just… let me see my child.”

Finally satisfied, Porter extended his hand to the kneeling Arina.

When she cautiously took it, he yanked her up and pulled her into his arms.

“Tch…”

In an instant, Porter’s hands groped her body.

“Ah, this size—still too big to fit in one hand. This feeling… I really missed it.”

Porter eagerly savored the woman who had finally returned to him and declared her submission.

Arina tried her hardest not to react, but every time Porter precisely hit her weak spots, reflexive moans escaped her.

And so, she was toyed with by Porter’s hands.

“I’m back.”

A child, carrying an armful of groceries as if returning from an errand, stared at the two of them.

“Oh, son. You’re back early.”

“Am I? More importantly…”

The child’s gaze shifted and finally landed on Arina.

“Hey. Mom’s back. Isn’t that great?”

But Arina’s eyes weren’t on the child—they were fixed on Porter.

He had made it seem like he’d never let her see the kid, hiding him away somewhere, only to send him out on an errand.

Realizing she had been played again, Arina glared at Porter with tear-filled eyes, as if she could kill him.

“Keep your eyes soft, will you?”

“Ugh, fine… I get it, so stop…”

Right in front of the child, Porter shamelessly fondled Arina’s chest like a toy.

She tried to push him away in disgust, but she was no match for his strength.

Even if she had genuinely tried to resist, she couldn’t risk upsetting him, so all she could do was put up a token struggle.

“Get off… the kid’s watching…”

“He should know. That we get along so well.”

As if he had no intention of ever letting her go, Porter kept his hands on her.

Even when Arina bit her lip and shot him pleading looks, he ignored her, only releasing her after a long while.

Pushed away by the force on her back, Arina cautiously met the child’s eyes.

The look in the child’s eyes was indescribably complicated.

Wariness toward her, a stranger. Joy and anticipation at finally meeting his mother properly. Fear that he might be rejected again.

Realizing she had to be the one to approach him, Arina carefully walked toward her child.

Crouching in front of him, she reached out but hesitated.

“Can I… touch you?”

She had already hurt the child once. If she reached out without permission, she might earn his hatred.

When the child nodded, Arina gently stretched out her hand and stroked his cheek.

So soft. The uniquely smooth skin of a child made her truly feel that this boy, so much like her younger self, really existed.

“What’s your name?”

“Liel.”

Crack.

Her free hand clenched so hard it felt like her bones would break, trembling violently.

‘You bastard.’

Arina immediately understood the meaning behind giving the child her original name.

But she had already abandoned that name. She had no right to be angry.

Getting angry now would be meaningless. She had to focus on the child.

“Did you… miss me?”

“So much.”

Arina lightly pinched her son’s cheeks, touched his shoulders, and stroked his black hair—the only part of him that resembled Porter.

After a while, Porter stopped her.

“Alright, that’s enough for now.”

It was time for Arina to pay her dues. Time to prove she would keep her oath.

“Already? Is Mom leaving again?”

Liel, with a desperate expression, clung to Arina’s hand.

Seeing her son’s face, looking like he might burst into tears at any moment, Arina felt her heart shatter.

“Don’t worry. Mom’s not going anywhere. Right?”

At Porter’s question, Arina hurriedly nodded. She hadn’t planned to, but seeing her child’s face like that, she couldn’t possibly say she would leave. Now, there was truly no escaping.

“Y-yes… I just have something to talk about with Dad, so don’t worry. Can you wait a little longer?”

“Okay!”

Leaving behind Liel, who smiled brightly with joy, Arina was dragged away by Porter’s hand.

Since the mansion had once housed the entire Hero Party and their children, the interior was vast. It was hard to even count how many rooms there were.

The bedroom Porter took her to was the one at the very end.

Immediately starting to undress, Porter spoke to Arina.

“What are you doing?”

Though it was just a simple phrase, it was unmistakably an order to strip.

Fidgeting with her clothes, Arina spoke quietly.

“Um, about the child…”

Since she had decided to return, there was one promise she absolutely had to secure.

“You want me to tell him you didn’t run away, that you were separated because of an accident?”

“Yeah… Knowing the truth wouldn’t do him any good.”

“If you do as I say, that much isn’t a problem.”

Having secured his promise, Arina swallowed hard and untied the strings of her blouse.

The room lacked any signs of lived-in comfort, but it was oddly clean and well-organized.

Inside, she stripped before the person she had hated most.

Time seemed to crawl.

The sound of fabric brushing against her skin was painfully vivid.

As her clothes fell to the floor, Arina bared her most intimate parts before Porter.

Unable to help herself, she covered her chest and crotch, but Porter’s hands, pulling her into an embrace, soon forced them away.

“Wait… I can’t breathe…”

Held so tightly she couldn’t escape, Arina’s face was buried in Porter’s chest, her breasts pressed against his stomach.

Despite what should have been an unbearable position, drool dripped from her lower lips.

Her memories had long faded, but her body remembered this scent. And with it, the pleasure that had been hammered into her each time.

The musky male scent clouding her mind, the monstrously large cock pressing against her lower belly—everything was perfectly designed to arouse a woman.

‘Did it get bigger…?’

For a moment, Arina’s pupils shook in shock, but she dismissed it as her imagination.

Yet it was true.

Excited at the thought of defiling Arina after so long, Porter’s member was even more engorged than usual.

Her body, already warmed up from his earlier teasing, was ready to be devoured.

But Porter wasn’t in a hurry.

Holding her ribs and hips, Arina couldn’t escape or push him away as he kissed every inch of her body.

Marking her as his with hickeys, he forced her to meet his eyes before claiming her lips.

“Mmph—♥ Mmm—♥ Chuu—♥ Hah—♥ Fuah—♥ J-just—♥ Nngh—♥ Ah—♥”

How much practice had he had? Even his kisses felt different. Arina trembled like a leaf, feeling as if she were being fucked through her mouth alone.

“Hah—♥ Nngh—♥ S-sorry—♥ I’m sorry—♥”

Feeling like she was being devoured, Arina frantically pushed Porter away.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even started yet.”

Porter grumbled in dissatisfaction, but this time, Arina couldn’t help it. Her body was already unbearably aroused.

As he said, the real thing hadn’t even begun—if she was already like this, it was too dangerous.

If this kept up…

‘I’ll really lose myself.’

Though she had admitted defeat and sworn submission, her heart hadn’t surrendered.

Hadn’t she resolved, just before meeting him, never to give him her heart?

But if things continued like this, she felt she might genuinely start wanting Porter.

‘To that bastard…’

It was humiliating. Letting the man who had thoroughly trampled her have her body was shameful enough, but now even her lower belly was acting up, twitching as if begging to be fucked.

That, above all, was unacceptable.

Even if she was already an empty well with nothing left to take, having the last drop stolen was something her pride couldn’t allow.

“Hyaah—♥?!”

But her firm resolve cracked under a single touch.

Porter pulled his hand away from Arina’s crotch, wiping her fluids as he spoke.

“Well, you’re plenty wet. Sit.”

Sitting on the bed, Porter lightly patted his thighs.

“…Sit there?”

Between his legs. Arina glared at the fully erect cock jutting out, unconsciously stroking her lower belly.

“Who said to sit here? I’m not in the mood yet, so just sit.”

Unable to refuse the order, Arina reluctantly sat on Porter’s lap.

The cock poking between her thighs stabbed at her lower belly again, nearly drawing out a curse, but she held back, knowing he’d take it as praise.

Uneasy about what Porter might do, she focused on the unseen space behind her, making her senses even more acute.

Finally, Porter’s hand touched the back of her neck. Surprisingly gentle, his fingers began massaging, loosening her tense muscles.

“Good, right? I’ve had a lot of practice.”

True to his word, Porter’s massage skills weren’t bad. A soothing warmth spread through her body.

But no matter how good it felt, Arina refused to praise him, staying silent.

By the time he reached her shoulders, she realized she was now lying face-down on the bed. Her guard had unwittingly lowered as he worked on her back, waist, and legs.

But the moment she rolled over, she realized it had all been a trap.

“Hah—♥”

A single grope of her breasts was all it took for a moan to slip out effortlessly.

Her body, relaxed and refreshed, now craved mating—what a woman her age should be doing—more intensely than ever.

“Wh-what did you do?”

“Just put you in the best condition to feel good. The real thing starts now, so stay still.”

“Don’t do useless—Nngh—♥ Hyaah—♥ Mmm—♥”

Every touch from Porter drew moans from Arina. It wasn’t just because her sensitivity was heightened.

“Hah—♥ Ah—♥ Hic—♥”

He knew all her weak spots.

The places he touched, the pressure—everything was precisely calculated to drive her wild.

Her body, already broken in over a year of torment, had all its weaknesses laid bare. Arina could barely cling to her sanity against the waves of dizzying pleasure.

When she bit her lip to stifle her moans, Porter only grew more relentless, as if daring her to try.

The worst part? He was deliberately holding her back from climax.

Teetering on the edge, Arina was denied release, her pleasure controlled like a puppet on strings.

Just a little more— Her body writhed in frustration.

As if laughing at her, Porter roughly groped her breasts again.

“Hah—♥ Nngh—♥ Ah—♥”

“Want to cum?”

“…Shut the hell up and just fuck me already—♥”

“Where’s the fun in that? This time, I’ll wait until you beg for it.”

Her heart sank. Beg for it? There was no way she’d say that.

But Porter wouldn’t stop here. And in her current state, resisting was torture.

If she kept being stubborn, she’d only suffer more.

Arina tried to make Porter give up, but she was already dancing in his palm.

“I’ll never—Ah—♥♥♥”

Even false bravado didn’t work. A single touch from Porter overpowered all her resistance.

She knew how this would end. She had no choice but to lose.

As the victor, Porter scraped away even the last shreds of her pitiful pride.

“Hah—♥ Fuah—♥ Ngh—♥”

But she didn’t want to lose even that.

Clamping her mouth shut,