Chapter 4: First Night♂

My name is Trust. I’m called the Hero.  

Until now, I’ve fought to save the world.  

But… in that place, I lost everything.  

At that moment, I witnessed the worst possible sight and fell into despair.  

The people I loved most were moaning in the arms of the very enemy they were supposed to defeat.  

That enemy—the Demon King—filled me with emotions too intense to be described as mere "hatred."  

But the Demon King wasn’t weak enough for me to defeat alone.  

More than anything, the fact that my comrades, who had shared both hardships and joys with me, had turned against me made it impossible to fight properly.  

In the end, I was captured and showered with curses from the one I loved most.  

It was heartbreaking.  

It was painful.  

It was humiliating.  

It was agonizing.  

Eventually, I was sentenced to execution.  

Before the demons—the enemies we were supposed to defeat—I was to be publicly executed by the one I loved.  

The sheer horror of it nearly drove me mad.  

But then—  

That girl appeared.  

A girl of breathtaking beauty.  

The first thing that caught my eye was her pale pink hair, shimmering as it absorbed the sunlight, swaying softly in the breeze.  

Since I only saw her from behind, that beautiful hair left a lasting impression.  

And then, she spoke.  

She said I wasn’t wrong.  

Her voice was clear and lovely.  

If I had to categorize it, I’d say it was more on the cute side.  

Yet, there was a strength in it—a dignified quality that didn’t feel feminine, a voice backed by more years than her appearance suggested.  

The girl introduced herself as Filia and swiftly rescued me, taking me away.  

And then… during our escape, in a back alley where I was on the verge of giving up, she snapped me out of it.  

When our lips touched, a tingling sensation shot through me.  

It was as if the strength I’d lost came rushing back.  

Only then did I finally get a good look at her face.  

It was more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.  

I was so stunned I couldn’t even form words.  

I’d met beautiful women before.  

The women I’d loved were all lovely, but she was beyond that.  

It might sound simplistic, but hearing this girl—Filia—say she liked me filled me with vitality.  

Hearing her say she didn’t want me to die made me happy.  

So, I chose to fight again.  

And if I were to simply state the result—I survived.  

Filia is a swordswoman who wields a short single-edged blade, and at the same time, she’s skilled in support magic.  

Hearing that might make her sound like an unbelievably amazing girl, but the truth is, Filia had probably never been in a real battle before.  

She has the form and basic swordsmanship.  

Her magical talent is exceptional.  

But I have to admit, her skills are unnaturally immature.  

If I don’t protect her, she’ll eventually be killed by the demons.  

That certainty sends chills down my spine.  

Yet, strangely enough, Filia and I are perfectly in sync.  

The moment I think I need magic, it flies toward me. When I go for a follow-up strike, her blade is already aimed at the enemy.  

So… I feel something like a sense of unity between us.  

And so, battered and bruised, Filia and I finally arrived at the city of Nelisford.  

“H-Hero!? What in the world happened!?”  

Nelisford was a city I had once used as a base.  

A lot had happened there, and I… no, *we* had resolved those incidents.  

So, seeing us wounded, the people of the city were deeply concerned.  

“Can we talk about what happened… tomorrow?”  

I said that to the city representative, who was worried about us.  

Of course, I had already told them about the battle with the Demon King and the fall of the city.  

The representative treated us with great consideration.  

Right now, we’re resting at an inn they guided us to.  

Night has fallen… and now that I’m alone, lying in bed, countless memories flood back.  

“Who’s there!?”  

Maybe I’d grown sensitive to the quiet of the night.  

Hearing the slow creak of the door, I grabbed my weapon and shouted.  

“Um…”  

The source of the sound was Filia.  

Her small frame was clad in thin, translucent sleepwear.  

The moonlight outlined her silhouette, reminding me just how delicate her body was.  

Flustered, I apologized and let her in.  

“S-sorry… Did something happen at this hour?”  

“No, I was worried you might not be able to sleep, so I came to check on you.”  

My heart skipped a beat.  

I didn’t understand why my pulse was racing.  

But… maybe it was because she’d seen right through me.  

“When you’re sad and in pain, it all hits you at night.”  

“Yeah… you’re right.”  

Filia’s words were true.  

The past few days had been nothing but fleeing and fighting—no time to think.  

But now that I had a moment to breathe, my emotions surged, making sleep impossible.  

My body was exhausted, but my heart was too heavy to rest.  

…Maybe Filia had gone through something similar.  

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have understood this feeling.  

“If you’re okay with it… would you tell me about it?”  

Hearing those words, my emotions exploded.  

I clung to Filia and cried.  

At first, she looked surprised, but without a word, she hugged me back with her small frame.  

“I loved them… I really, truly loved them…”  

I told her everything, one thing at a time.  

Everything that had happened, the people I’d lost, how they’d been precious comrades who fought alongside me.  

The happy times, the fun times, the sad times, the painful times.  

I told her everything.  

And she accepted it all.  

“Was I… wrong? What should I have done?”  

As if confessing my deepest regrets, I asked Filia.  

What could I have done to prevent this?  

What should I have done to keep them from turning out like that?  

I had no answers.  

“You weren’t wrong.”  

Filia’s voice was firm as she spoke those words.  

Then, with even more conviction, she continued.  

“Why should someone who did the right thing be blamed!? Why should someone who did nothing wrong be scorned like a villain!? That’s just absurd!”  

“But…”  

“No ‘buts’! This is the time to be furious—at the ones who betrayed you, at the ones who caused this!”  

Her words struck deep.  

I’m not saying I’ve never made mistakes.  

But I’ve always done my best.  

They used to say they stayed with me *because* of who I was.  

And yet, the ones who said that are no longer by my side.  

But.  

But now, there’s someone who tells me I wasn’t wrong.  

“Filia… I love you. I want you to stay with me forever.”  

Blinded by emotion, I confessed exactly what I felt.  

Even I knew it was too sudden.  

But… at some point, I’d fallen for her.  

“Huh?”  

Filia let out a dumbfounded sound at my sudden confession.  

Hadn’t she said she liked me? Or were those just words to encourage me?  

…It didn’t matter.  

I pulled the flustered Filia closer.  

Her body was so soft and light, it was hard to believe she was human.  

Frail, as if she’d crumble at the slightest touch.  

But I knew.  

That image was just my own selfish wish.  

After fighting alongside her these past few days, I understood.  

Filia may look delicate, but she’s far sturdier—and stronger—than she appears.  

“I won’t let anyone take you away. You’re… you’re mine.”  

“Ah… uuh…”  

The Demon King—my greatest enemy, the one I must kill—stole the people I loved most.  

I’ll probably never get them back.  

Like a broken vase that can never be restored, they’re gone forever.  

Now, Filia is all I have.  

She threw herself into a situation where she could have died.  

She came for me—pinned to an execution platform, surrounded by the Demon King and his forces.  

She must have been terrified.  

After all, it was the Demon King. The incarnation of evil, seeking to destroy the world.  

And yet, she fought for someone like me.  

She risked her life for me.  

I don’t want to lose anything else. I won’t let anything else be taken from me.  

So I *will* make her mine.  

I won’t let anyone take her away.  

No matter what it takes, Filia will stay by my side.  

It was the first time in my life I’d ever felt this way.  

I think this is what they call possessiveness.  

Of course, I know it’s wrong to talk about a girl like she’s an object.  

But even so, I don’t want to give her to anyone else.  

It was the moment a man’s ugly possessiveness took hold of me.  

“Um… well…”  

Filia was clearly confused.  

Probably because a man had just confessed to her and was now holding her tightly.  

I wouldn’t let her escape.  

The old me would never have forced myself on a girl who didn’t want me.  

But now, if I didn’t reach out, I felt like I’d lose her forever.  

If making her mine meant doing *anything*… I would.  

“You know what it means for a girl to visit a man’s room this late, right?”  

“That’s… yes…”  

Her response was so timid and innocent, it was hard to believe this was the same girl who had fiercely defended my innocence.  

I gently pushed Filia down onto the bed.  

It seemed she understood what was about to happen.  

Despite her youthful appearance, she was undoubtedly a woman.  

And more than anything… her breasts were far larger than any girl’s had any right to be.  

“Nn…!”  

Filia let me guide her onto the bed, but she was visibly tense.  

Her whole body was rigid, less like a girl about to have sex and more like a warrior bracing for their first battle.  

“Don’t worry. I do have some experience.”  

Not that I’m anything special, but I’ve had sex before.  

I’ve been with three women, and I’ve slept with all of them.  

Well… given that the Demon King stole them from me, I guess I wasn’t *that* good…  

Honestly, my confidence in pleasuring a woman is at rock bottom.  

But I want to make Filia mine.  

I want her to be a woman who belongs to no one but me.  

That twisted desire drove me forward.  

“Mnn…!”  

I leaned over her small frame and pressed my lips to her neck.  

Filia twitched and let out a soft moan.  

Then, I placed my hands over hers.  

Her skin was unbelievably soft, like it was sucking me in.  

When she reflexively tried to pull away, I held her tighter.  

Like caging a bird, I restrained her bit by bit.  

“Nnn…!”  

Since my mouth was on her neck, I could smell her scent clearly.  

Was it her hair?  

A sweet, intoxicating fragrance that could drive a man mad.  

Without hiding what I was doing, I inhaled deeply while running my fingers through her hair.  

Each strand of her pale pink hair was fine, shimmering as it caught the moonlight.  

Smoother than silk, with not a single tangle.  

Filia squirmed, perhaps ticklish, her skin slightly damp with nervous sweat.  

Watching her reactions, I traced my tongue along her neck.  

“Hyaah…!”  

As my tongue slid over her skin, Filia shuddered.  

Her reactions were so sensitive and innocent—it was clear she had no experience.  

Maybe she’d touched herself before, but there’s a world of difference between doing it yourself and having someone else do it to you.  

And she had no idea.  

—Then…  

“Mmph!?”  

I pressed my lips to hers.  

We’d kissed once before.  

But the meaning was different now.  

A kiss on the battlefield and a kiss in bed carry entirely different weight.  

Above all, the first one matters most.  

A kiss is like marking your territory.  

It’s an act to make her understand—she belongs to *this* man.  

So it has to be long, intense, and overwhelming.  

“Nn… ngh… mmph…”  

When she tried to pull away, I held her head in place.  

I savored her soft, moist lips as I continued kissing her relentlessly.  

To make her understand—resistance is futile. She can’t escape.  

“Mmmnn!?”  

Without pause, I slipped my tongue inside.  

I touched her small tongue with mine, dominating it.  

“Schlrp… mmph…”  

Lewd, wet sounds echoed from our joined mouths.  

Her sweet saliva spread over my tongue, mixing with mine as I tasted her, then pushed it back toward her throat.  

“Nk… schlrp… hah… mmph…!”  

Her throat moved as she swallowed the mingled fluids.  

I gave her just enough space to breathe before kissing her again.  

My tongue explored every inch of her mouth—up, down, left, right, without restraint.  

“Nn… mmph… schlrp…”  

No matter how she tried to retreat, I chased her, never letting her escape.  

I claimed every part of her mouth as mine.  

Filia was utterly helpless, her mouth being violated.  

“Gschlrp… mmph… schlup…”  

I kept kissing her relentlessly, until her resistance faded and she began to accept my movements.  

But I didn’t stop.  

To make her completely mine, I had to stain every part of her—even her mouth.  

I licked every inch, leaving no trace of her untouched.  

“Mmhaah…”  

Finally, when I was sure I’d marked her entirely, I pulled away.  

A string of saliva stretched between us before snapping.  

“Hah… hah… huu… hyuu…”  

Despite just being a kiss, Filia was breathless.  

Her warm, heavy breaths filled the air.  

She wasn’t quite in a daze, but she was definitely feeling something primal.  

That’s how long I’d spent kissing her.  

I’d pushed her to the very edge of suffocation.  

If she hadn’t reacted like this, I would’ve started over.  

This was the first time I’d ever kissed someone so roughly.  

I *had* to make Filia mine. That thought drove me.  

And I was sure I wasn’t wrong.  

It didn’t matter if it was sacred or sinful.  

I’d use any means to claim her heart and body.  

To bind her to me so tightly no one could take her away.  

If her heart wasn’t enough, I’d take her body. If her body wasn’t enough, I’d take her heart.  

And if necessary—both.  

“Hah… hah…”  

While Filia caught her breath, I moved on to the next step.  

After the kiss, it was time for the real thing.  

Judging from her reactions, Filia was almost certainly a virgin.

Penetrating a virgin right away would be tough.

In that case, the only option was to play with her until her body completely melted.

I gently removed the nightclothes the inn had prepared for her.

Even now, she seemed still dazed from the lingering aftereffects of our kiss, her responses faint.

"......"

Her naked form was so beautiful it left me speechless.

Flawless, pale, supple skin.

Perhaps from the long, deep kiss, it was faintly flushed, and even her sweat accentuated her beauty.

Illuminated by the moon and stars, she rivaled them both.

And against her childlike frame, my eyes were drawn to her disproportionately large breasts.

The nipples atop Filia's breasts were surprisingly small compared to their size, a pale cherry blossom hue.

The same went for her areolas—undeniable proof of her inexperience.

"Hauhn!?"

I touched Filia's breasts as if drawn to them.

Incredibly soft yet firm, with just the right elasticity.

Most men probably fantasize about touching a woman's chest at least once, but the moment I did, I knew.

Ah, I... I love these.

These are ideal breasts.

"Nnn..."

...I knew.

A woman's breasts are erogenous zones capable of drawing out pleasure, yet they're also incredibly delicate.

Yes, if you grab them roughly like men dream of, pain comes first.

The most effective way is actually a gentle, barely-there touch.

"Ahhn! ...Nnn... No way..."

To draw out pleasure, I lightly brushed her nipples before tracing circles around her areolas.

Filia's defenseless body jerked in response as she realized what was happening to her.

Somehow, her clothes had been removed, and her ample breasts were being fondled.

Perhaps understanding her situation, Filia's cheeks flushed with shame.

But before she could even process that emotion, I rubbed her nipples with my fingertips.

"Nnn... Nn... Mhff..."

Regaining her senses, Filia tried to resist the pleasure being forced upon her.

She clenched her teeth. Yet, unable to suppress the pleasure radiating from her breasts, moans escaped her lips.

She must have masturbated before—she should know how to endure pleasure.

But the pleasure of sex is different from that of masturbation.

"Hauu!"

The pleasure was forcibly drawn out, chased relentlessly until climax, and even then, it didn't stop.

Unable to control the intensity, she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.

Her body was dominated by pleasure she couldn't resist.

That was the clear difference between sex and masturbation.

"Ah... Ah... Nn..."

Gradually, my fingers grew bolder.

Expanding from just her nipples and areolas to her entire breasts, amplifying the pleasure.

Filia responded to every movement.

Though she still tried to stifle her voice, gasps leaked out in time with my touches.

When I buried my fingers in her firm mounds, they bounced back with perfect elasticity.

...So soft.

Smooth and supple beyond comparison, softer than even the finest noble fabrics.

Yet taut enough that they didn't sag, with a bouncy resilience like rubber balls.

I squeezed, pinched, prodded, and caressed those breasts.

"N-No... My chest... It's too much..."

Perhaps realizing she couldn't hold on, Filia spoke up.

She seemed to really enjoy the breast play.

Still, despite having such magnificent breasts, she had zero experience.

She wasn't even used to enduring pleasure, was she?

...I felt like teasing her a little more.

Maybe she'd grow dependent on me.

"It's not 'chest,' it's 'boobs,' right?"

"Huh...? Isn't that just wording...?"

"Filia's 'boobs' are too lewd to just call 'chest.'"

"That's... Yeah."

Huh? She actually agreed.

An odd feeling, as if she sensed something beyond her own body in her chest.

I didn't know what it was, but I felt compelled to keep fondling her.

"That's why it's 'boobs,' not 'chest.'"

"Nnn... S-So embarrassing... Nn..."

"Say it. If you do, I'll stop playing with your boobs for a bit."

"Ah... Ahn... Hauu... Nnnn..."

I implied I'd keep going until she said it.

The pleasure had already spread through her entire chest, strong enough to make holding back moans impossible.

Filia's body was sensitive to pleasure.

It might be rude to compare, but she was more sensitive than any woman I'd been with.

They say bodies have compatibility—maybe Filia and I were a good match.

Just touching her and hearing her moans was enough to turn me on.

"M-My... boobs..."

Filia spoke in a voice thick with shame, cutely bashful.

That look made me want to tease her even more.

"I'll keep my promise. No more boob play."

"Ah..."

I pulled my hands away from her breasts.

Filia let out a complicated sound—part relief, part disappointment.

But I redirected my hands to her lower half.

My fingers pressed against her sex.

Like a child's, completely hairless, plump and soft.

"Hiiuu!?"

Even more sensitive than her breasts, Filia's body jerked violently the moment my fingers touched her entrance.

Not letting the pleasure escape, I immediately began stroking her slit, then her entire sex.

"Ahhh... Uuu..."

Tears streamed from Filia's eyes.

Still, I didn't stop.

I'd teach this sensitive body lust, make her moan, make sure she'd never leave me.

Even if her heart strayed, her body would stay bound to mine.

"Ahff... Nnnn~!"

Filia could no longer hide her moans.

She must have been feeling really good.

That thought made me unbearably happy.

I'd give her even more pleasure.

Her insides were already slick with her own wetness.

I scooped up the fluid dripping from her entrance and slowly pushed a finger inside.

"Ahguh!?"

The moment I did, Filia's walls clenched tightly around me.

Was she this soft even inside? The texture was so plush it was almost surreal.

And my suspicions grew stronger.

Her inner flesh was soft and high-quality—I could tell from just one touch.

But the tightness inside suggested she'd never known a man—or was close to it.

Honestly, I wanted to plunge my throbbing length inside and indulge in pleasure, but that would defeat the purpose.

Suppressing my lust with reason, I resisted my instincts.

Instead, I moved my finger in shallow thrusts, slowly parting her walls, spreading her wetness with deliberate strokes.

"Hah... It's inside... Nnn..."

Filia squirmed at the foreign sensation.

Of course, I didn't let her escape, continuing to push deeper.

Twisting my finger, I worked her juices into her flesh.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Luckily, she didn't seem to be in pain, accepting the pleasure more readily than I'd expected.

But her insides were as tight as the rest of her.

Could my size even fit inside her...? Well, it would go in.

But the real question was whether I could make her feel good.

Making Filia, a virgin, drunk on pleasure—that was what mattered.

"This... This is..."

"Hm? What?"

"I... I never heard girls could feel this good..."

That was a strange thing to say.

I was glad she admitted it felt good.

I wanted to stoke her lust, make her body unable to live without me.

That urge welled up inside me.

...But no matter how I thought about it, I couldn't pinpoint what was odd.

Her words just sounded like confusion from first-time pleasure.

Well then...

I changed how I moved my finger inside her.

I'd tease out where she was weak, how to make her feel it—one spot at a time.

Exploring while circling my finger, spreading her open.

"Hah... Aahh... Hiiiuuuu!"

When I touched a plump mound much shallower than her navel, Filia reacted.

Ah, here it is.

Understanding instantly, I began rubbing that spot relentlessly.

"Nnnnnnuuuu... Aauuunnn!"

Filia's body twitched, her stomach arching.

Wanting to give her even more pleasure, I pressed down on her lower belly with my free hand.

"Hiiu!?"

Stimulating her from both inside and out.

Each thrust pressed against her from the outside, relentlessly teasing her sweet spot.

Filia's insides clenched amusingly tight.

Proof she was feeling it.

If I kept this up, she'd climax naturally.

But...

"Nmyuu... Hah... Hah..."

I pulled my finger out.

It was drenched in Filia's juices.

After all that teasing, she was thoroughly worked up.

Would this work...?

"I'm going to put it in now."

"Aah..."

When I lowered my underwear and freed my erection, Filia let out a small sound.

Naturally unfamiliar, she stared at it intently.

"...It was big before, but... here too..."

Filia muttered under her breath.

Hearing her call me big boosted my mood.

It felt like I was regaining the confidence I'd lost days ago.

"I-It's okay... It'll fit... Feels good... We're compatible..."

Filia muttered nervously, as if trying to convince herself.

She must have been terrified of this thing invading her body.

I spread her legs wider.

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists.

Well, virgins say it hurts—a natural reaction.

Even scared, she was trying to accept me.

That was unbearably adorable.

"Here I go?"

"Y-Yes..."

I lined myself up and pushed forward.

"Nnnn..."

Her walls clamped down tightly around me.

Ugh...!

The pleasure was so intense it shot straight to my head.

The warmth, the wet, squelching sounds—waves of pleasure surged through me.

I almost came the moment I entered, it felt that good.

To preserve my pride, I fought back the urge.

"AAAAAHHH! Hiiiuuunnn!"

I wasn't the only one feeling good—Filia was moaning loudly.

Trusting my instincts, I pulled back and thrust hard.

"~~~~~~~~~~~!?"

A tearing sensation—like something snapping.

This feeling—it was her hymen.

So Filia really was a virgin.

Being her first filled me with masculine satisfaction.

More than that, I was glad there was no trace of another man.

It felt like spilling my colors onto a blank canvas.

My length tore through Filia's hymen effortlessly, pressing against her cervix as her entire body convulsed, her insides squeezing tight.

This intense sensation—yes.

Filia had—just had her first climax.

At the peak of pleasure.

Her expression flickered between loss and resistance to the rising waves.

But the pleasure leading to climax wasn't gentle enough for a virgin to endure.

After the fierce clenching, Filia went limp as if time had stopped.

"Hah... Hah..."

Coming down from her high, Filia panted.

Watching her, I was overcome with indescribable satisfaction.

Making a virgin climax on the first thrust.

Thinking that made me feel like some kind of incredible man.

I hadn't come yet, but for a first time, this was a success.

Planning our next round, I pulled out.

"Nnn..."

Filia whimpered at the sensation.

...Suddenly, a trauma resurfaced.

The sight of the Demon King taking everything precious from me.

—This method wouldn't change anything.

Stopping now would be half-hearted.

I had to make her see only me—had to push her further.

...Then what should I do?

The answer was obvious.

I had to ruin her—to break Filia completely.

Drown her in pleasure until she couldn't see anything but me.

...But was that really okay?