Heroine Hunter

I checked my skill window.

[Skill Window]  

> Holy Explosion [S+]  

> Indestructible Body [U]  

>[Hidden] Eyes of Lust [C+]  

>[Hidden] Addictive Physique  

>[Hidden] Holy Training Rod  [NEW!]  

>[Hidden] High Capacity Pleasure Semen (Elixir) [NEW!]

New attributes had been added to the skills.  

‘How do I check the details of these attributes?’   

Just as I thought that, the attribute window appeared.  

[Skill Attribute Window]  

> Holy Training Rod  

– Grants holy power to the target  

> High Capacity Pleasure Semen (Elixir)  

– Acts as an elixir when injected into the target’s body  

(※ Attributes can be toggled On/Off.)

‘Of course, the explanations are vague as usual.’  

It would have been nice if they mentioned the exact level of divinity or the potency of the elixir.  

A holy training rod and pleasure-infused elixir semen—  

‘It seems my semen acted as an elixir and awakened Rose, granting her holy power.’

As for the Holy Training Rod, I wasn’t sure what its purpose would be, but the Elixir Semen sounded like a handy trait.  

It appeared the goddess Lea was moved by the love Rose and I had shared.  

‘No matter how vague the descriptions are, I’ll figure it out.’

The sky outside had already begun to lighten with the soft glow of dawn.

Rose lay sprawled across the bed, using me as her pillow. 

Her legs were spread apart as I continued to move my hips. My curved dick traveled back and forth inside her slick warmth.  

Squish. Squish. Squish.

Rose’s pink nipples stood proudly erect, and her breasts bounced like pudding with every motion.  

“Ian, I can’t take it anymore. I’m at my limit. Haah… Haaah.”  

“Me too, almost there.”  

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Ahhh, Aaaahhng♥”  

“I’m going to come, my lady.”  

“Hngh!”  

Her tight walls gripped my thick rod as if it were a monster.  

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt!

‘This is the tenth time.’  

[Emilia Rosebloom’s skill ‘Holy Miracle (Level 0)’ has leveled up to ‘Holy Miracle (Level 1).’]  

Her body once again emitted a soft, holy glow.  

‘So after ten rounds, she levels up.’  

Her insides were now filled to the brim with my seed.  

As I pulled out mid-ejaculation, my still-pulsing shaft squirted thick streams of semen onto her belly like a malfunctioning hose.  

In my embrace Rose arched her back as her body convulsed.  

“Ian, ahh, ahhh! Aahhh♥”  

A torrent of seeds spilled out from her open entrance, and in sync with her moans, clear liquid shot out in a geyser from her core.  

Psssh. Psssh. Psssh.

“Who dares say that our Rose isn’t a true saint when she produces so much ‘holy water’?”  

“Ahhh, Ian… Ahhhhn♥”

The room fell silent after the intense moment.

Panting.

Rose and I were left catching our breath under the fading blue glow of dawn.

“Ian… You gave me some kind of power.”

“Yeah. Seems like it.”

Rose snuggled into my arms. 

We laid there, resting our exhausted bodies and cuddling in bed. 

As the light outside grew brighter, Rose eventually used the ring to send me back out.

I stepped into the early morning air, breathing deeply as I made my way home. 

But when I arrived, for some reason, I found Eve fast asleep in my bed.

She was mumbling in her sleep. 

“… Ian…”

Smiling to myself, I lay down beside her and wrapped her in my arms, letting sleep hijack me. 

That afternoon, rumors started spreading through the city about how Saint Emilia Rosebloom had miraculously healed a paralyzed man in the central plaza.

——-

A few days later.

It was a lazy afternoon. 

I was zoning out while sitting at the counter, when I noticed Eve, busy adding review notes to some of the products.

“Eve, come over here for a second.”

“Yes, boss!”

She trotted over to me.

Tap. Tap.

I patted my thigh, motioning for her to sit down.

Eve looked at me warily.

“You’re going to say it’s because of me that you’re hard, right? Trying to get me upstairs?”

“Is that a problem?”

She placed her hands on her hips and responded, “Yes, it is. I’m not your slave or anything like that. I’m not here to serve you.”

Underboob revealed her womb tattoo, her skirt hugged her toned legs in those black stockings… And she was a stunning beauty who was actually a princess of the empire? 

How could anyone resist?

“Alright. If that’s how you feel. I’ll drop it.”

“Good. My body isn’t your toy.”

[Wait, what? He’s backing off so easily? Why do I feel… Annoyed?]

I muttered to myself, pretending to talk into thin air. 

“Hmm. Maybe when customers come in, I’ll just have you do something like… A little show, maybe?”

Of course, I wasn’t serious.

Eve froze mid-step and turned to face me, wide-eyed. 

“What did you just say?”

“We agreed you’d act like my slave in front of others, remember?”

“That’s not what I meant at all! Oh, for crying out loud.” 

Eve walked back over to me, resigned, and sat on my lap.

“Happy now?”

Her scent alone was enough to start getting me hard. 

I lifted her underboob crop top and peeled off the nipple patches. 

Gently, I teased her nipples between my fingers, pinching them lightly.

“Aah♥” 

The blush spread across Eve’s face, replacing the irritation she’d shown earlier.

[Ugh! I could’ve held back that moan, but I’ve gotten so used to being trained not to that it just slipped out.]

“Eve, kiss me.”

She glanced toward the shop door, worried. “Boss, the door’s open. What if a customer walks in?”

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing? It’ll prove you’re my slave once and for all.”

“I told you, I’m not your slave!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Now, kiss me.”

“Honestly…”

I leaned in and kissed her, and she eagerly accepted my tongue. 

The quiet shop was filled with the wet sound of our mingling tongues and saliva. 

The nipple I was teasing with my fingers grew harder second by second. 

A strand of saliva hung between us as we broke the kiss.

“Haa…” 

Eve blushed even more deeply and gulped hard. 

The heart-shaped part of her womb tattoo had turned pink.

[Looks like another afternoon of ‘employee training’ where I’ll be taken all day. What’s wrong with me? Why am I looking forward to it?]

Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away. 

I pulled down the crop top I had lifted. 

Her large breasts and hard nipples were still visibly outlined beneath the thin fabric.

“Get back to work.”

“Huh?”

“I just wanted to kiss you, Eve. But it doesn’t seem like you’re particularly into it.”

Eve forced a smile. 

“Haha, is that so? Well, that works out. Since customers will be coming soon anyway.”

[Are you blind? Can’t you see this womb tattoo? I’m turned on, thanks to you. You know exactly what you’re doing, teasing me like this. What am I supposed to do now…?]

Eve squirmed on my lap, hesitating to get up. 

Just then—

Ding-a-ling.

The shop door opened. 

Eve immediately stood up, pressing her hands against her nipples to try to hide the way they were visibly poking through her shirt.

A beautiful elven woman had entered the store.

‘Wow.’

The thought slipped out without me realizing it. 

Her beauty was stunning, and it felt like the glasses she wore barely restrained the mysterious aura that typically surrounded elves. 

She looked about 20 years old, but it was hard to tell with elves.

She slowly wandered through the store, taking her time looking at the items on display. 

Meanwhile, Eve quietly moved to the side to stick some nipple patches on, her pink heart-shaped womb tattoo still visible on her lower belly.

After some time, the customer approached the counter where I stood.

“Excuse me. Are you the owner of this shop?”

It was clear from her polite tone that she wasn’t just an ordinary customer. 

I awkwardly stood up from my seat.

“Yes, that’s right.”

The woman pulled out a business card from her pocket and handed it to me.

“I’m Renée Pendleton, the owner of a small company called *Elf Toy*.”

[Renée Pendleton (Virgin)]  

[Occupation: Sex Toy Manufacturer / Owner of ‘Elf Toy’]  

[Status: Discontent/Anger]  

[How dare they undermine our products just for the sake of money. I won’t forgive this.]

What’s going on here? 

After hearing that she was a company president, I reflexively bowed as if on autopilot.

“Oh, my apologies. I’m Ian Castoloni.”

Without wasting time, she got straight to the point.

“I’m here because I’ve heard rumors that your shop has been spreading false information about the poor quality of our products. Upon checking, it seems the rumors are true.”

Renée adjusted her glasses.

“Wait. From our shop?”

Eve, who had been observing the conversation from the side, approached us.

“Boss, we’ve never spread false information about Elf Toy products, we’ve actually promoted them…” 

“Then what is that?” 

Renée motioned towards the glass display in the center of the shop, where the damaged elf lower-body onahole was on display like a museum piece.

It was the onahole I had broken by thrusting my way through it during a previous review.

‘Boss, if we put this on display, people will come in just to see it!’ 

Eve had insisted, so I’d put it up as she requested.

As Renée walked over to the onahole, both Eve and I followed, looking a bit puzzled.

Inside the glass case were two items side by side: a normal onahole and the one I had broken. 

Below them was Eve’s review.

[During the review, the boss actually pierced through this elf lower-body onahole with his massive member! According to the boss, a highly advanced onahole like this is almost indistinguishable from the real thing! He’s never been with an elf before, but after using this, he definitely wants to. By far, the best product of the year. The only flaw? It’s slightly lacking durability.]

“Huh? But it’s all true.”

 I turned to Renée.

“There’s no falsehood in this review, ma’am. The durability issue is real, and as you can see, I did break through it during use.”

I pointed to the hole I had made in the upper part of the onahole.

Renée Pendleton crossed her arms. “In all the reviews we’ve ever received for this product, no one has ever pierced through the inside like this.”

[Tsk. They’ve gone and defaced it.]

She appeared to think it was some sort of setup.

“Ma’am, it seems like you think this is staged, but we didn’t do anything like that. In fact, this review isn’t hurting your sales; it’s actually helping. Customers are buying it because they want to try breaking through it themselves. It’s become a challenge among enthusiasts.”

Renée shook her head. “Even so, I didn’t make my product to be sold as some sort of joke. I put a lot of effort into crafting this.”

It seemed she had some sense of pride in her work.

“If you’d like, we can take the review down. But it’s a shame that you don’t seem to trust us.”

Renée gestured toward the broken onahole. “Are you seriously telling me this is real? Are you being honest?”

“If you’d like, I can prove it.”

“What?”

“I can demonstrate it for you.”

“…”

She was at a loss for words.

“But there’s a condition. If you watch and it turns out we’re telling the truth, you’ll have to pay for the onahole I use in the demonstration.”

“Well, that’s… Wait, no! Why would I even want to watch something like that in the first place?”

She appeared a bit flustered.

“And since you questioned our integrity and called us scammers despite being confident in your product…”

“Huh?”

“If I manage to break through it, you’ll have to sleep with me.”

“W-What did you just say?”

Renée Pendleton looked at me, utterly speechless.

“As you saw from the review, I’ve never been with an elf before. I’m curious to know the difference between the real thing and an onahole.”