The Main Character is the Villain

EP 30 – Last Room on the Left(3)

I don’t know how many times I came. The room was thick with an obscene smell. I crawled out of bed and picked up the water bottle on the nightstand. The ceramic bottle was filled with clear water. I felt completely dehydrated from all the sex.

Finally catching my breath, I looked back at the bed.

“Heuheu…. Ugh…..”

Erina was wriggling around on the bed. She was buried face-first in the pillow, moaning with her butt exposed. The pink flesh between her legs throbbed obscenely. And the white liquid flowing down her thighs was my handiwork.

Was it the third time? Or the fourth? Around then, Erina had lost her senses. She completely left her body to me and just moaned to her hearts content.

“Haa…..”

Erina tried to raise her body while holding onto the pillow, but fell down again. As she pushed her legs, the semen slid down her thighs. I felt my d*ck harden again at the sight.

Without delay, I climbed back onto the bed and grabbed Erina’s firm buttocks. Her elastic ass changed shape according to the way I touched them, making it just perfect for f*cking. Her alluring slit beckoned to me. So, I invited myself in.

“Ah… Heuheu…”

Erina flinched and lifted her hips, but she offered no further resistance. Could she even remember this moment? To me, Erina was nothing more than an onahoIe at this point. I forcefully lifted her limp hips and swayed them in time with my thrusts.

“Hic… Hek… Haak… Haah… Ugh… Ah… Aak…”

Erina moaned breathlessly and her body trembled. I could feel her p*ssy tighten with each thrust. She was truly the best sIut. After several rounds of sex, I was already about to c*m. I shoved my hips deep once more and came inside Erina for the nth time.

“Ahhhh… Heuk… Ah… Ahhh…..”

Erina buried her face in the pillow and let out a dying moan. Her smooth spine was glistening with sweat. I swallowed hard. This wouldn’t do. Seeing Erina bury her face in the pillow, I felt my d*ck harden again. She was truly a man-eating monster.

I hurriedly cleaned myself up and put my priest’s robes back on. Covering the nearly unconscious Erina with a blanket, I quickly stepped out of the room. If I’d stayed a moment longer, I would’ve ended up doing it again. As enjoyable as sex was, I also needed to take care of my health.

I ran straight to the bathroom. As I immersed myself in the tub, the reality of having devoured Erina finally hit me. Last night was still as vivid as a dream. Her face, reluctant yet yielding to me, the way she clung to me with her arms and legs as moans escaped her lips, and the trembling line of her jaw with every climax… I had to splash water on myself, because my d*ck wouldn’t just go down.

It took a long time to wash away the lingering scent. Only then could I finally get some rest.

****

The next day, the territory began full-scale restoration work. Sieri and Aira were completely swamped as they worked on preparing budget estimates for the recovery support funds to be sent to the palace. I, too, was busy sorting through the flood of refugees arriving from neighboring territories.

Several neighboring territories had been utterly devastated by the monster invasion that occurred during the Demon King’s resurrection. Since they had lost their homes, and in severe cases, their lords were killed, the displaced residents scattered in every direction.

The guards and knights were patrolling regularly to watch for any groups that might secretly attack the village during the chaos. A stack of refugee documents from the patrols had already piled up on my desk. I sifted through the necessary refugees from the unnecessary trash.

For instance, an 89-year-old was incapable of farming nor labor, and therefore had no value to the estate. In contrast, a healthy 20-year-old could be put to work anywhere, making them a valuable addition. Every single person who could work was an asset.

However, this method clashed with my position as a high priest of the Great Celestial Church. I was supposed to share with the weak. So I couldn’t overtly reject the elderly and disabled. The reason why so many people came here in the first place, was because this territory was the headquarters of the Southern Great Celestial Church.

People who would be turned away by other territories flocked here with the belief that I, a high priest of the church, would accept them.

But if I started outright rejecting the elderly and disabled while taking in only the young and strong for labor, the church’s reputation would plummet instantly. It’s said that it takes ten years to build a good reputation, but only ten seconds to ruin it.

The donations and allowances I received were quite substantial, I couldn’t just give it up. I was racking my brains, trying to decide between principle and practicality.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door. I assumed it was Sieri.

“Who is it?”

“… It’s me.”

“Ah, Princess.”

An unexpected figure appeared. I had been deeply mulling over principles versus practicality moments ago, but upon seeing her, I abandoned that train of thought. Instead, I decided to bed her tonight. With over 100 strength, handling one elf was a trivial matter.

Erina was glaring at me with a flushed face.

“What brings you here?”

“… You filthy pervert!”

“Didn’t the Princess enjoy it as well?”

“Wh-when did I ever say I enjoyed it? Don’t spout nonsense! H, How could you treat someone like… like a dog….”

“Like a dog?”

“You forced me to kneel like a dog mating…”

“I distinctly remember you shouting, ‘Harder!’ though… Was I mistaken?”

“… Y-You must have misheard.”

“I see. So what brings you here today? It’s a bit difficult to make a baby in the morning.”

“Do you think I’m someone who spends all her time on such vulgar things like you?”

Erina shouted, her face growing even redder. Her ears burned crimson, and I half-wondered if she might just burst. Since I was in the middle of dealing with paperwork, I pressed her. Outside the bedroom, Erina was incredibly draining, so I needed to be assertive. And frankly, the quicker she left, the better.

“So, what’s the matter?”

“Well, it’s… that…”

“That?”

“I, I’m not… as vulgar as you saw me yesterday… It was… that… too unpleasant… so I… I screamed…”

Erina still seemed unwilling to admit that she had succumbed to my c*ck. I wanted to utterly crush that pride. While sorting through the documents, I asked in a casual tone.

“So we’ll still continue?”

At my question, Erina’s lips quivered but she still gave a small nod. Unlike her shy lips, her eyes glared at me.

“…Y, Yes.”

“It’s work, after all.”

“Yes, that’s right… it’s just work…”

Erina looked displeased. She still seemed to dislike the fact that she had to mingle with a half-elf like me. However, once someone crossed the line, they would cross it again.

As she turned to leave, Erina suddenly became curious about the mountain of paperwork.

“What exactly are you so preoccupied with?”

“There have been a lot of refugees coming to the territory lately. I’m sorting through them.”

“Sorting through them? You mean selecting them?”

“That’s right. After all, the more unfit people we take in, the more the territory suffers.”

Non-productive populations generally equate to fewer assets. This was especially true for refugees who cannot work. They bring little to no resources with them.

“A high priest of the Great Celestial Church selecting refugees? The heavens must be laughing.”

“My role as lord takes precedence over my position as high priest. If the territory collapses, so does the Southern Great Celestial Church. The refugees on the border have already exceeded the limit that the territory can accommodate.”

“The person I knew you to be wasn’t such a cruel man.”

“Did you know me?”

It wasn’t all that strange that Erina knew of Lucius. She had already known of Peta Sirius, member of the previous hero party. If she knew the father, it was only natural she would know something about the son as well.

“Since I know your father, it’s only inevitable that I’d know about you too. But from what I’ve heard, you weren’t this violent or vulgar. What changed you so much?”

“Violent and vulgar, you say?”

I chuckled at those words. But it wasn’t entirely wrong either.

Erina looked at me with genuine curiosity. Her question left me momentarily lost in thought. As she said, I was a tad bit violent. But was I always this way? Thinking back to my life in the modern world, I used to lead a fairly decent life.

I had a cute little sister, worked a part-time job at a convenience store, and even delivered newspapers in the early mornings. Sure, I’d occasionally drink with friends and complain about life, but people often called me kind.

Reflecting on all of this made me question myself.

Why am I so violent now?

“Well, do you always need a grand reason to change? You can change for trivial reasons too. Haven’t you ever had a bad day just because the coffee you had in the morning wasn’t great?”

“If your change was something that could be explained so simply, would I have asked you?”

“Expecting others to understand something they can’t even explain themselves is greedy, don’t you think?”

“Enough. You’re weird.”

Erina shook her head and withdrew. Once the door closed, I was able to focus on my work again. I finished compiling the list of refugees to be brought into the territory, carefully mixing in a few elderly so it wouldn’t be too obvious.

Then, I drafted a letter to the Great Celestial Church asking for their understanding that we could not accept all the refugees due to the circumstances within the territory. The work kept me so busy that I completely forgot to think about why I was so violent.