Heroine Hunter

{Third POV}

Last Night.

[Saint Emilia Rosebloom’s Chamber]  

Rose was straddling Ian’s body in a cowgirl position.  

Her bare, glistening folds gripped his massive member tightly.  

Juices squeezed out from the ravine, trickling down Ian’s shaft.  

She pounded his chest in frustration.  

“Ian, you’re mean. Mean, mean, mean.”  

Ian Castoloni grabbed her wrists.  

“Rose, how could I have known that the employee I hired was the princess?”  

“Hmph. But still…”  

Ian gently explained.  

“Isn’t it normal for a sex toy shop to have physical reviews with the staff? You said not to be ashamed of the work your father did.”  

“I didn’t know there was such an employee. You didn’t tell me, Ian.”  

Ian kissed her neck and collarbone.  

“I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you. It wasn’t love, just part of the job.”  

Rose bounced on his lap.  

The thick rod moved vertically within her.  

“Any woman who experiences this even once would fall in love with you.”  

Ian Castoloni looked shocked.  

“Rose… Are you saying you only love me because you like my body?”  

With her arms restrained, Rose looked flustered.  

“N-no, Ian. That’s not what I meant.”  

“Remember our time on the deserted island? We had no choice but to do it to survive the tentacle monster. We fell in love through that ordeal.”  

“Yeah…”  

Rose recalled that time like a dream.  

Even the fear she felt back then had now become a precious memory.  

“Think about it from the princess’s perspective. After fleeing to that place, trying to survive and not arouse suspicion, she had no choice but to be with me. It must have been so hard for her.”  

“But now she says she loves you…”  

“The day I helped you awaken your miracle-working powers, after that day, the princess’s curse of mana perception was broken because of me. She has been trying to break that curse since childhood. Maybe the gratitude for breaking that curse feels like love?”  

“No.”  

Rose spoke firmly.  

“What?”

“The princess just likes this of Ian’s.”

She started to move her hips.  

His massive dick began thrusting inside her.  

As she increased her speed, she continued.

“The princess only likes Ian’s body. Huh. I’m the only one who truly loves Ian.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Yes.”  

Ian released Rose’s arms.  

“Prove it.”  

Rose wrapped her arms around Ian tightly.  

She showered his face with kisses while moving her hips faster.  

“The princess may like what Ian does to her. But I want Ian to feel good because of me. That’s what love is.”  

Ian gently stroked Rose’s back.  

“Is that so? The princess said the same thing though.”  

“Ugh, Ian. Do you love the princess? More than me?”  

“Rose is the Empire’s Red Jewel, and the princess is the Blue Jewel. What man could help but love both?”  

Rose pressed her sticky face against his cheek.  

“But you love me more, right? Hm? Hm?”  

“Right now, since you’re loving me more intensely, it seems like I love you a bit more.”  

Rose’s hips moved faster.  

“Really? Ian, is there something you want to do? I’ll do anything. Hm? Just say it. Want to suck on my nipples?”  

She grabbed her breast and pushed her nipple into Ian’s mouth.  

Chuuup.

Ian sucked on the saintess’ nipple.  

“Ahh♥ Does it taste good? The princess can’t do this because her chest is too small, right?”  

————

Now.

[Rose’s Chamber]  

The princess and the saintess were staring at each other.  

“… ”  

“… ”  

Their eyes quickly scanned each other, assessing the situation.  

As a princess, Evangeline had occasionally seen the Empire’s Red Jewel, Emilia, at imperial events.  

‘So the ring was meant to bring me to the saint. Ian left it there on purpose to make me meet her. She’s gotten even prettier since the last time I saw her.’  

‘I thought I’d see Ian for a bit before the tournament… But why is the princess here… And that chest? Last time, it was flat, but now it’s almost as big as mine.’

‘If she has that face and that chest, it’s just unfair.’  

The princess, Evangeline, who assessed the situation first, spoke.  

“Calm down.”  

She raised both hands and glanced at the door, wary of anyone entering.  

She was still a fugitive, suspected of indulging in dark magic.  

“Why is Your Highness here…?”  

“Is there anyone who might come in?”  

Emilia shook her head.  

Evangeline gathered mana in her hands.  

“I don’t know how to use dark magic. I’ve been falsely accused.”  

“I know.”  

Evangeline tilted her head in surprise.  

“… You know?”  

“Sit down. Ian told me everything yesterday.”  

Moments later.  

Pouring sound.

Water was poured into teacups, and the tea steeped.  

Eve and Rose.  

The Empire’s Princess Evangeline and Saint Emilia sat facing each other.  

Evangelin wrapped her hands around the warm teacup and spoke first.  

“There was a ring on the dressing table, so I tried it on out of curiosity… I think Ian left it for me to meet you.”  

Evangeline recalled when Ian confessed his relationship with the saintess and said he wanted to introduce her to someone.  

–  There’s someone I want to introduce to you, Eve…

This was clearly a meeting orchestrated by Ian.  

Emilia mumbled as she poured water into her teacup.  

“I didn’t give him the ring to use it like this.”  

Hearing that, Evangeline’s face turned hot with embarrassment.  

Not only had she mistaken the saintess’ item for a proposal ring and put it on, but she had also been caught doing so by the saintess herself.  

Awkwardly, Evangeline looked at Emilia and said.

“Haha. For him to play with both of us like this… Ian is such… A bad man.”  

“Yes.”  

Emilia nodded and added. 

“He is a coward. Leaving just the two of us to meet.”  

The princess needed to make an ally out of Emilia.  

Perhaps this was why Ian left the ring in the first place.  

“Now that I think about it, you’re right. Why should we be the ones feeling so awkward? Ian is the one who caused this mess.”  

Talking behind someone’s back was a quick way to bond and become friendly.  

“Exactly. As if just being big would be enough…”  

Hearing something unexpected from the saintess, Evangeline couldn’t help but chuckle.  

“Pffft. Indeed. It’s so absurdly big and hard. Sometimes it looks like a club.”  

The princess’s joke made the saintess chuckle as well.  

A saintess who had lost her purity.

A vulgar sex toy shop employee who engaged in a relationship with the owner—-the Princess.  

Neither of them could ever escape the condemnation of the world if this fact were to be revealed.  

Other than Ian, they were the only two who knew each other’s secrets.  

Their secrets were like a tactical nuke, a powerful weapon that prevented either of them from attacking the other, yet it also created a strange sense of camaraderie between them as rivals in love.  

While discussing Ian, they naturally began to talk about their experiences with him.  

As they compared notes, they realized that although Ian had been two-timing, he hadn’t lied to either of them.  

This realization lightened the mood of their conversation considerably.  

“Your Highness, may I ask you something?”  

“Yes, of course.”  

Emilia glanced at Evangeline’s chest.  

“Um… It seems like this part has changed a bit…”  

She placed her hands on her chest resting on the table.  

“Haha, this?”  

The princess likewise placed her chest prominently on the table.  

“Ian gave me something called Breast Enhancement Pill, and they ended up like this. They’re so big now that they can be a bit of a nuisance sometimes… But Ian really likes them. Haha.”  

[So, you’re saying they’re fake?]  

If Ian were present at that moment, he would have read Rose’s thoughts.  

She nodded.  

“Ian does like breasts. On the island, he was constantly asking for this.”  

Emilia mimicked squeezing her breasts together and moving them up and down.  

“Hm? What’s that?”  

“Oh, you don’t know? It’s when you put him between your breasts and keep going until he finishes… I guess Ian never asked you for it?”  

“Haha. Does that even exist?”  

[What’s that supposed to mean? That Ian doesn’t like my fake breasts, so that’s why he never asked for it? That’s not true.]  

Evangeline continued nonchalantly.  

“My breasts were grown using a premium enhancement pill. When Ian finishes inside me and I squeeze them, milk comes out. He can’t even start his day without drinking it every morning… I guess he didn’t ask me for what you mentioned because he’s too busy focusing on doing it inside me. Haha.”  

“Haha. So you’re talking about the Slave Contraception Pill?” 

“…”

If Ian were here at this moment, he might have felt a chill run down his spine.  

———- 

I was sitting in the waiting room for the Round of 16 contestants, located in the underground of the arena.  

The participants came in all shapes and sizes, each looking strong in their own right.  

“Hey. If you become an imperial knight, whose knight will you be?”  

“Can you be the knight of the Saintess by any chance?”  

“Well, if the Saintess accepts you, it’s possible. Why? Are you thinking of… doing something with her?”  

A fat pig beastman moved his hips in a vulgar manner.  

The female knight sitting next to me frowned, having overheard the conversation.  

The beastman’s loud voice and crude words quickly drew the attention of everyone in the waiting room.  

“Ah! What a shame. If I became a knight and trained the princess with this club of mine, she wouldn’t have needed to mess with dark magic, hahaha.”  

As he swiveled his hips in a lewd motion, some laughed while others clicked their tongues and turned away.  

‘Please let me be matched up against you.’ 

At that moment, everyone’s attention shifted elsewhere.  

To me?  

No, behind me.  

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.  

I turned my head.  

“Ian Castoloni, right?”  

My eyes widened in surprise.  

“Huh?”  

“Do you remember me?”  

He smiled brightly.  

Of course, I knew who he was.  

The Red-Haired Zeke greeted me.