ALL NOVEL Chapter 3: A Wicked Temptation Unveiled
I found myself in a fortunate predicament. To my delight, I managed to secure a complimentary place to spend the night. Moreover, one that is accompanied by complimentary free food to boot. Guhehehe, all it took was a little assistance on my part, and I was rewarded with such perks.
Remembering how the townsfolk showered me with praise, declaring me as their great hero, I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. While their sentiments were kind, my aspirations leaned towards a different path.
You see, the title of a hero doesn't quite align with my high, moral and somewhat mischievous ambitions. After all, deep down, I was always drawn to the character of the Demon King in the story. Yes, I yearned to become that feared Demon King, orchestrating chaos all around and reveling in wickedness.
However, for now, I suppose I'll make do with playing the role of a hero. After all, one must start from somewhere. ...and it does provide an amusing cover up for my almighty adventures. Yes, surely.
Finding a cozy spot to settle in, I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction.
Who can even guess that good acts could still bring such pleasant rewards? But behind this facade of righteous behavior rests a rather mischievous and audacious persona, which like the Pandora’s Box, should never be unleashed upon humanity.
Since, unbeknownst to others, my inner child delights in the prospect of disrupting the ordinary. However, fear not, for even heroes deserve a bit of amusement too, don't they?
Now, let's not lose focus on the essentials. It is true that handwork brings forth success, but it is ‘correct’ hard work. Which necessarily entails to that, Rest is something crucial, even for an evil being like myself.
As I nestled such thoughts into my makeshift bed, I closed my eyes with anticipation.
For at last, in this dream at least. I can run my inner child go wild.
For, dream is the only place where I can enjoy all my inner desires. To torture, to lead them to sins. To rule over them. Make them submissive. Make them loo—
“Uh, um... hello, ...sir. I've come to... um, serve you," a girl stammered as she entered my room.
Even though I got surprised, I let out an exasperated sigh to compensate for that, somehow managing to hide that well.
"I've had enough of this," or so slipped off my mouth, wondering what she wanted this time.
"It's not that, sir..." the girl trembled, her voice barely audible.
I raised my upper body. Curiously peaking into her stature.
"Well, what is it then?"
I asked, trying to maintain a composed facade despite my inner childish desires taking over.
"Sir, you see, male heroes often seek companionship after evenings, and so... um... I —-" she trailed while blushing and fidgeting her legs nervously.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter, cutting her off.
"Calm down, young lady. I appreciate your concern, but you don't have to worry about that at all. No, it is moreover I who is unworthy of you so to speak. And look, I'm perfectly fine on my own right now as well."
I somehow managed to enact my heroic aura just in time.
But still, hmm, this is a serious issue.
I remember the so called love trap my grandmother and the wife of that Old man always warned me about. Even during my training in the forest with her, she emphasized the importance of staying cautious around ‘ordinary’ women who might try to seduce even the strongest heroes to ensure their own protection and lifestyle in the long run. She urged me not to fall into the trap of love and stay focused on my true ambitions.
But then, Old man used to say ... “A man’s stature can be compared to the number of women who are near or associated with him.”
I was always in a dilemma between the two point of view so to speak.
I glanced at the girl, realizing she must have mistaken my silence for some intentions.
But still, I guess my desire to embrace my inner darkness and become the embodiment of evil, with addition to my childlike innocence and lack of interest in romantic affairs seemed to shine through.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you, I'm not the hero you think I —-,"
When suddenly I remembered.
‘Can’t I use the Waterfall fingering technique that the Old man taught me back then. The technique which is said to make any girl work for your cause?
I chuckled, amused by my mind’s proposition.
But, I still have to maintain my stature as the humble hero, unaffected by any sin. So, I have to wait for her to ‘trespass her boundaries’.
"You can go now. I'll be fine on my own."
"...Do you not find me attractive, sir?" the girl pouted, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Good.
I scratched my head, showing that I was struggling to find the right words.
"It's not that... I just ... I can't, I have no experience. And I don’t want to lose my way..." I replied, trying to maintain a serious demeanor.
Showing that, if I fall into that rotten trap of love and affection, it would be near impossible for me to embrace my destiny as the future Demon... Hero King.
After all, evil... Heroic deeds doesn't have time for mushy feelings and distractions.
Oh God... I think I am starting to have withdrawal symptoms. I have to sleep asap. Only dream can heal me. But I want to try that out as well. Muuu...
"Sir, I have nowhere to sleep tonight, please," she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes.
I sighed, feeling a pang of guilt, or so it seemed.
The childish side of me couldn't bear to withstand anymore for it’s time to let loose be diminished.
"Okay, fine. You can sleep there," I ‘reluctantly’ agreed, pointing towards the bed of the room.
With a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes, she wiped away her tears.
"Thank you, sir. You are very kind."
On the other hand, I made my way to the sofa.
The sofa was big as well. Enough for the the act to take place.
I slumped down the sofa, ensuring that she was comfortably in the bed. I also made sure the blanket was well wrapped around her. And once confirming, I went on my way on the sofa.
“Kind sir, there is enough space in the—-“
“Stop there, or I will go out of the room.”
“——Sorry.” *sob
Maybe that was a bit much. No, but she was paid for that right? Yeah, she will do her job. She will definitely do so. Yeah, No worker slacks.
With such positive thought, I waited with closed eyes on the sofa.
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And the time came.
Even with my eyes closed, I could feel her coming next to my sofa.
“I am sorry kind sir. But, it is my job.”
YES!
Wait, somehow I feel warm... And feverish, and somehow—-
I open my eyes, and what visited me was a red light emitting from the hands of the girl, onto my face.
“This will definitely make you feel refreshed. I promise you. I will do my best. For only you were the one who treated me so kindly.”
“Ah—ahhh.”
Somehow I felt fluffy, and even my voice was not coming out well.
I look around in that state... And what I found was,
I was not on the sofa, but rather the bed!
How... This is...
“Uhh.”
“EHehe, so hero sama’s sensitive spot found~”
“Ah—uhh, st...”
“~No can do...~”
I was already feeling cloudy and hot because of that thing she did. And in addition to this... If she does this.
Uhhgggh ... I ... I don’t think I can... I feel like I am going...
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........................................................*tremble* *tremble*
“Hero —-sama?”
But it was not the hero she thought as. A sinister playful smile had replaced the painful, trying to withstand, face of the so called Hero.
“~Kyaa —-What is this ~black au—— ~H~iya!”
She suddenly lost her balance and fell on the bed faced up.
Something she would never understand was going in front of her.
A man was going against her most powerful spell, and moving as if it was just child’s play.
A spell that is perfected by her species. A spell akin to her pride.
“~wait —un~hya.”
She tried to re-anact her spell, going about it while trying to shift his attention by moving her legs in front of her. She thought she was in danger ... But later realized... Isn’t this what she actually wanted?
And while that thought came through, she found that her undies was already missing... And with it, his fingers coming close.
“Eh? Fingers?”
“Yes Old man, I will try my best! (said in an excited murmer)”
“—gram—- hiyu.”
What happened next, was nothing short of a miracle.
Waterfall after waterfall. And with every waterfall, she grew even more addicted, and even more sensitive. One... Two... Three... She lost count of it after some time.
“~iya ... Iya... ~iyaaaaaa.”
And another one.
“hwaaah ... Hwaah. Shwero shwama?”
She had already lost all her shame. She was all open to him.
“Old man, did I do well? I see ... So like this?”
“~nYa?!”
(ED/N:What this old man taught Zephyrath was the knowledge of Urethral sponge and it’s connection with waterfalls. One of the hand held techniques accompanying the Old man’s name. The reason he had the pseudo name of the Water Finger God.)
“~NnnhhHHh... Au ...”
“... Hauuu ... HiiHiii ...”
“... Ah.. Ahhh... AhhHnNNehehehe.”
“.... heee hee hooo hooo...nnnhaaa.”
“What secret technique grampa? Eh? The inner end? It’s hard to control that because of it’s sensitivity... I will work hard.”
“NOOO Please not anym—— uhn.... Hehehehehhehhihihihihihihihi uhuhuhuhu. ooooh”
..............................................*snap
“Haaa Haaa.... What was that dream. I —- somehow it’s bleak. I think I saw Old man... And was practicing with the inner model of a girl he made...”
I look around, when I remembered...
“So, she didn’t come at me... Ugh.”
It was still dark, and I was not sleepy anymore. More like, my inner child feels so relaxed for some reason. Now that I think, Old man was able to sate my inner child so easily. It was the reason I was so drawn towards him.
I get up from the sofa, thinking of taking a quick glance at the girl who failed to do her job well. Maybe she was going through some nightmare? No professional leaves there job midway after all.
“Suu~ fuu~ nyaa~ ehehehe. Hihihi~. Hwero shwama.”
“Hmm, she looks completely fine... Rather, I don’t think I can stay in this room after hearing this.”
I quickly made my exit, determined to use my time wisely.
"I'm going to train. Well, see you tomorrow, miss sleepy unprofessional girl."
I announced softly, while already plotting what my next wicked moves would be.
Well, it's certainly not ideal to give up this room to her for free, but then again, as a future Demon King, I can't just kick out my subjects, having such pleasant dreams like that. If they feel indebted, they are more easy to control.
Also more than that, it goes along with my sense of honor and aspirations for total domination. From body, as well as the soul.
A true ruler must show a certain level of compassion, even if it goes against their true desire to revel in darkness and chaos. All for the greater desire to be fulfilled.
***
Outside Zephyrath's room, a group of four people engaged in a lively conversation. Their topic of interest? How long would it take for the newbie to win the heart of the revered hero, Zephyrath?
"How long do you think it takes for the newbie to capture Zephyrath's attention?" one of them pondered with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Some hours, perhaps? She's inexperienced, but her interest in the hero might give her an advantage," another chimed in between, stirring up the anticipation.
This was a common bar game in the city of Babilious. Whenever hero arrived, there would always be a girls dying for their affection. It had become a ritual for people to bet on how long it would take for the said hero to succumb into the charms of a suitor, and for the girl to secure a comfortable livelihood.
However, this time, the one showing a keen interest in the hero was actually none other than Asmodeus, an enchanting succubus. Asmodeus is renowned for her beauty, but she had never been captivated by anyone before. None had managed to pique her interest until the arrival of this new hero.
All succubi possessed the ability to perceive the level of purity within a person, and Zephyrath appeared to be the purest being Asmodeus had ever encountered. It was so pure that it intrigued her logic as well, she sought to explore the depths of his heart and stir his desires.
It was probably not because of love or romance. But more so because, she thought that a person like Zephyrath should be impossible to begin with.
Meanwhile, as the men continued placing their bets, eagerly anticipating the outcome. And just as their excitement peaked, Asmodeus descended down the stairs, wearing an expression of disbelief on her face.
"How many hours or minutes did it take?" one of the men inquired, unable to contain his curiosity.
Asmodeus's pale face revealed the unexpected truth. "None," she muttered, her voice laced with astonishment.
"What? He wasn't captivated? But you're Asmodeus!" the man exclaimed, surprised by the unexpected turn of events.
"No, it didn't work. I couldn't do it. I even tried to get in his dream, but..." As Asmodeus confessed, her face turned redder and redder while showing her great disappointment clearly.
“Don’t tell me, you fell for him instead?”
“...”
The revelation left everyone perplexed. No one had expected that, that Asmodeus, renowned for her charms, would fail to win over a hero's heart.
And not only that, but to have her heart stolen away from her in addition.
(My curiosity and desire for Zephyrath has only grown stronger. Also, that dark mist which came out from him.)
Such thought traversed her mind, as she sat near the window looking far at the distant sunrise taking place.