Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death

Afterward, Alfred leans forward, intending to lick the cum from my chest. Seeing this, I grab his shoulder and push against it in an attempt to stop him.

But our physiques are too far apart. With his strength, my struggles don’t even make him flinch. I shiver as I feel his tongue sliding across my sides, belly, and crotch.

“Ah, Al… Stop that… You don’t have to lick… that.”

“It’ll be wasteful if I don’t.”

“What does that even mean?”

Then Al whispers, “You know… I’m glad that I only found Dad today and not earlier.”

Surprised to hear this, I stop moving for a moment.

Most of Alfred’s face is hidden behind his bangs. I can’t see his expression well.

“If I had found him before meeting you… If you hadn’t been by my side and you didn’t love me, then I’d surely have… given up on life by now.”

“…W-Why?”

That’s…

“Because no matter how much I prayed, no one listened to my prayers and wishes. None of my prayers came true. I actually used to pray to the Goddess to always protect Dad and help him return home safely. And yet… he still died during one of his deliveries. Even though I also prayed for the Goddess to help Mom, she eventually died too. A few other people have also died even though they’ve asked the Goddess for salvation… Divine existences like her, if they really do exist, won’t just save anyone. They only watch. They can’t be bothered to lift a finger to help this world and the people living in it. It’s only selfish, wishful thinking for us humans to believe that these divine beings exist to fulfill our wishes. The harsh reality is that if we want our wishes to be fulfilled, we have to strive for it ourselves.”

“Al…?”

These derisive and disturbing remarks sound very unlike Alfred. It seriously worries me. As if under someone’s control, I reach out my hand, wanting to comfort him.

But the moment my fingertips touch his arm, Alfred shies away. For a moment, the thought that he hates my touch crosses my mind, but soon after, he takes my hands into his, holding them with a light grip.

As though clinging onto me.

“We only live to die. What meaning is there to life then? None, isn’t it? Our lives are useless. Meaningless. And since that’s the case, I wish I had never been born into this world,” he says in a detached voice. Too detached.

I peek through a gap in his bangs. He appears calm. Almost expressionless.

But for some reason… he also looks like he’s about to cry.

“I once thought the same way too. But then, you constantly showed how much you cherished me, even though I’m just a worthless person. Before, no one would have cared about me even upon my death. Not about how, when, or where I died.But you… you told me not to leave you. Told me to stay with you. You even cried for my sake. You made me believe that even someone like me… has some worth in the eyes of other people…”

I grip Alfred’s hands tightly. “You have worth. You’re important. You’re definitely very important, okay?! You just overlook your surroundings too much. Observe the people around you a bit more. Many people care about you, got it? Marie-sama, the kids, the Cheddars… and the other people I don’t know who also feel happy to see you there for them. They all wish for you to live well, you know.”

Please, let my words reach him.

Alfred slowly raises his head.

Opens his eyes. Looks at me.

“You too?” He sounds disoriented, like a lost child.

I flash him my usual smile to calm him down, then nod. “Yeah, I thought that was obvious. It’s because you’re with me that… someone as weak and miserable as me has been able to do my best until now. Without you, I definitely wouldn’t have managed to achieve anything. I would’ve felt lonely and pained. It’s all thanks to you that I’ve come this far.”

“Thanks to me…?”

“Yes. It’s because you’ve always been by my side.”

Alfred stares at me for a while, gaze full of emotions. Then suddenly, he breaks into a mischievous smile. “Is that also a lie?”

I sigh in exhaustion, having no words to rebuke him. “I’m already too tired to lie, okay? Also, you messed with my head so much that I don’t even know how to lie anymore!! You brat!”

Laughter leaves Alfred’s lips. Hey, this isn’t a laughing matter! He says, “I see. Then that’s good.”

“No, it’s not!”

Then he wraps a hand around my right Achilles’ heel and lifts my foot up until it’s resting against his chest.

This new position causes the wet heat on my stomach… and… some other things to enter my field of view. Realizing that he can see all of me like this, I extend my hands and try to push his chest back. “A-Al…” I say, looking up.

In his hand is the intermediate-level ointment I previously gave him. I have no idea when he took that out. At the moment, he’s breaking the ointment’s seal open.

After breaking the seal, the ointment transforms into a cream on his hand. The glistening, milky liquid pools in the middle of his palm, thick in consistency. It’s this viscosity that gives the ointment the ability to prevent closed wounds from reopening for a long period of time.

“Actually, I own the proper product, one that’s purposefully made for this kind of activity, but I don’t have it with me right now.”

“Huh…?”

What do you mean by ‘the proper product that’s purposefully made for this kind of activity?’

In the first place, does such a thing exist?

Then Alfred rubs his middle finger against that unspeakable place behind me. He seems to be applying the cream ointment there.

Half of my brain is enlightened and goes, “Ahh. So we’re using that hole, huh. Just as I expected.” Meanwhile, the other half of my brain is stunned and goes, “He’s seriously planning to stick his dick in there?!”

Thinking of this, I start to panic for real. “Ah, no, wai—”

I hear Alfred chanting a familiar spell in a low voice.

His chant is quite complex since he’s combining several of the techniques we learned in the intermediate magic class at school.

I recognize that it’s a combination of the “Partial Cleansing Technique,” “Partial Purification,” and a few other spells, but in my panicked state, I don’t manage to clearly catch the words in his chant.

As he casts this complex mix of techniques, he takes advantage of his abundant magic power to generously pour magic power into the spell without a care.

“W-what are you… ah, aaahh…”

After he finishes chanting, my lower abdomen gradually warms up.

“It’s quicker and easier this way. I don’t have any lube on me that’s made for what we’re going to do right now. Taking another bath at this time is also too troublesome.”

“What are you sayi—”

Alfred’s middle finger, coated with my release and the ointment, enters without any warning. I falter.

Even if I want to escape to the upper half of the bed, Alfred is holding me in place by my feet. So that’s not an available option for me.

His long middle finger slowly enters deeper, coating the walls of my insides, before slipping out at a pace that is just as slow. It doesn’t hurt, probably thanks to the slippery ointment.

When I start to relax, Alfred adds another finger.

“Ughh… Ah…”

His fingers make scissor movements, stretching my insides. The tightness of my passage back there feels more pronounced. Scared, I tremble.

I don’t understand what’s happening. I’m scared, and all these embarrassing noises keep coming out of my mouth. What’s happening to me?

“Relax, Lian. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“E-even if you say that—” All of a sudden, his fingers rub against a certain area, causing my body to feel hot and numb. My body jolts upward. “Ahhh, noo, not there!”

Alfred’s eyes narrow, and he breaks into a smile. His whole body seems to be releasing enticing pheromones.

“It feels good here?” he asks.

He presses against the same spot with greater force, and I let out another gasp, my body attacked by an unexpected and scorching heat. For a moment, my vision turns into a field of pure whiteness.

“A-ahh… No, i-it doesn’t feel good, stupid! No, stop! Don’t rub there! Noo…”

“It’s okay.”

What “okay!” It’s completely not okay for me! This idiot!

Despite my repeated no’s, Alfred presses his fingers against that same spot over and over again. I get an increasing urge to cry.

He wraps his other hand around my erection, now fully up, and starts pumping it. I can only moan, lost in all the pleasure.

A never-ending stream of translucent white fluid pours out from the tip of my shaft. Alfred scoops the fluid onto the pads of his fingers without any shame before using them to coat my insides.

Before I notice, he already has three fingers inside of me. His fingers drive in and out, causing my mind to turn blank. By this point, I’m reduced to a gasping mess, unable to form words anymore.

But all of a sudden, Alfred pulls his fingers out. He grasps my knees and spreads them apart, after which he pushes them toward my body.

Having my knees pushed to my chest feels uncomfortable. I writhe in protest, but at that moment, something hot and slimy presses against my back hole.

“Ah…”

I know what it is, but I don’t have the courage to look at it with my own eyes.

Instead, I look up at Alfred. Noticing my gaze, he stares back and flashes me a smile, indigo eyes filled with heat.

Then, not giving me any time to protest, he pushes the tip of his dick into me.

Having been stretched by Alfred’s fingers just a while ago, my hole swallows him without much problem. I don’t feel any pain at all. I can’t see his dick, but it sure feels huge. What’s happening to my body right now? The curiosity gnaws at me, but I’m not brave enough to actually check.

What I do know is that his hot, thick dick is moving deeper inside at a slow pace. Alfred seems to be giving me time to get used to it.

“Ah… It’s… hot…”

So much so that it feels scorching.

Even after impossibly stretching my back hole wide open, he still continues thrusting in without any reserve.

It’s getting hard to breathe.

My stomach also feels full. It’s a weird feeling.

“A-Al! It’s impossible! I can’t handle anymore than thi—”

“It’s okay. Just a little bit more.”

Again with the “okay.” What “okay?!”

I’m telling you that it’s completely not okay!!

But no matter what I say, this guy in front of me doesn’t stop. The insides of my passage feel hot and uncomfortable. His dick keeps rubbing against my walls so much that I feel like I’ll soon faint. My cock’s stayed hard up until now too. Having no shame and honour anymore, I burst into tears.