[Magic Power!]
[Magic Power!]
[So much Magic Power!]
[A great harvest! So satisfying!]
Liya clung obsessively to the second knuckle of the Hero’s index finger, lost in the instinct of drawing in Magic Power through her cherry lips.
Each time she sucked, a strand of the Hero’s precious Magic Power was [devoured]into her body.
Liya felt the second Magic Core within her gradually filling up, the wonderful sensation making her dizzy with delight.
So much so that she didn’t notice at all—how pathetic she looked in front of her nemesis.
Unfortunately, such blissful times didn’t last forever.
As Liya licked more enthusiastically and took the initiative, Jon’s guilt could no longer be suppressed.
He suddenly felt like he was taking advantage of Pupu’s naive sweet tooth, teaching Pupu strange things.
The “Charging Post” moved away.
Liya, reluctant, stretched out her melted arms, turning into fluid to wrap tightly around the Hero’s finger, trying to hold on.
But this childish gesture only made Jon feel more guilty.
He coughed awkwardly, quickly pulled his finger out, and instead rubbed Liya’s little head.
“You can’t feed anymore. If you keep going, things will get weird. Understand?”
“Forget it… there’s no way Pupu would understand.”
Liya suddenly stiffened.
Only then did she realize that her earlier act of drawing Magic Power was very much like a girl sucking her boyfriend’s finger, seducing and flirting with him.
But because she was so small, and the Hero’s finger was like an olive to her, she hadn’t made that association.
Once the truth dawned, Liya felt guilty and sneaked a nervous glance at the Hero, afraid he might develop some outrageous thoughts.
—If the Hero sees me as a cup, my magical life is over! (Sad)
An eternal shadow that can never be washed away!
But then again…
The Hero’s descendants must be filled with Magic Power, right?
Ptooey! No! What am I thinking!
As Liya’s mind became a mess, Jon suddenly poked her soft waist and smiled.
“You’re so smart. How about I teach you the human language?”
“That way… someone can chat with me from the heart.”
Liya’s ears perked up immediately.
Heartfelt words? That meant the Hero’s secrets? Maybe even his weaknesses.
She quickly pretended to be clueless, her watery pink eyes blinking innocently as she sat on the table, looking pitiful yet eager to learn.
“Ah→”
Jon first taught simple intonations and syllables.
Each time he spoke, Liya repeated after him.
The scene was surprisingly harmonious.
One teaching earnestly, the other pretending to learn earnestly, so the “teaching progress” naturally sped along.
Not even half an hour passed before, in Jon’s eyes, Pupu had “learned” most of the Imperial Language’s syllables.
After the syllables, it was time to teach meanings.
Jon pointed to himself, then to Liya, then spoke a simple noun, a faint hint of happiness in his tone.
“Friend.”
Liya froze.
She had thought the Hero would teach her to say “Master”.
Was it because she looked too human? Or was the Hero too lonely?
But this was good too—she really couldn’t bring herself to say “Master”.
“Friend!”
Liya felt genuinely happy.
She raised her small hand, repeating it energetically.
Jon suddenly chuckled.
He poked Liya again, then pointed at himself and said slowly, “Jon.”
“Jon… Jon?”
Liya repeated obediently, feigning a bit of surprise.
“Yes!”
Jon nodded immediately.
He pointed to Liya.
“Lily.”
“Lily!”
Liya accepted the name instantly, giving a bright smile in response.
“Jon and Lily are friends.”
This time, Jon strung the words together.
“Jon and Lily are friends.”
Liya answered seriously, like a truly smart and diligent honor student.
The evening wind outside the camp blew all night.
By the next morning, thanks to Liya’s excellent acting, she had already “learned” most common Imperial Language phrases.
For example…
“Hungry!”
“Stop messing around. I fed you this morning, remember?”
“Hungry!”
“We’re outside. If I feed you here, people will think I’m a pervert.”
“Hungry!”
“Can’t you say something else? You’ve said ‘hungry’ at least three hundred times today.”
“Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!”
“…Fine.”
Jon finally gave in.
He dipped his index finger into the sweet wine in his wine flask at his waist, then stealthily slipped it into his collar.
A moment later, the tight and tingling sensation wrapped around his fingertip again.
The feeling was really like teasing a girl, and since they were outside, Jon grew inexplicably nervous.
He sneakily glanced around, feeling as if an invisible judgment was drifting through the air—sinful, guilty, yet a little excited.
This sense of “immorality” lingered until he stepped into Lord Rossi’s private estate.
The old border general, once a legend on the battlefield, now had a ring of fat around his waist.
When Jon entered, the man was clutching a newly purchased house prostitute to his side, his big, dark hand pressing the gossamer bodice deep into soft, snowy flesh.
The girl’s coy complaints, the man’s heavy breathing—it was a dreamy, cloud-like scene, black as earth and abrupt yet harmonious, like this world itself.
Watching their midday debauchery, Jon suddenly felt that feeding Pupu wasn’t such a big deal after all.
“Yo, Hero, you’re here. You honor my humble abode.”
Lord Rossi caught sight of the Hero from the corner of his eye and immediately greeted him warmly.
Noticing Jon’s gaze lingered on the young girl for a few seconds, Rossi gave a strange smile, patted the soft backside at his side, and tested the waters.
“Does Hero-sama like her? Shall I gift her to you?”
Jon shook his head blankly.
The girl was only thirteen or fourteen, as tender as a green bean sprout, yet her every move overflowed with charm.
At Rossi’s teasing words, she pouted and turned to throw a practiced seductive glance at Jon.
But Jon only wondered: At what age are girls like her trained? Ten? Eight?
The young prostitute left the lord’s lap, dancing like a butterfly as she went.
A servant came in to clean the evidence of a night of drinking from the stone table, quietly wiping away other unspeakable fluids.
Jon sat opposite the lord, and began recounting his encounter with the princess yesterday, seeking advice.
Lord Rossi stroked his bristly chin.
He actually admired this young Hero—bold and unyielding, just like when he first joined the army.
But admiration aside, a deal is a deal.
Just because he liked the kid didn’t mean he’d miss a chance to make money.
Still, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to force the Hero to buy overpriced grain.
Even in war, you had to leave your enemy an escape.
In business, never back someone into a corner.
“Hero-sama, I think you understand Her Highness’s intentions.”
The lord spread his hands.
“Please understand, too—we dare not defy the princess’s will.”
Jon’s expression darkened.
“But…”
The lord’s tone suddenly shifted, mysterious.
“Hero-sama, what the princess is doing angers gods and men alike. I can’t stand it either.”
“I can show you a better path—but you mustn’t speak of it, or I’m finished.”
Jon blinked, then immediately leaned in.
“Lord, don’t worry! I won’t say a word! If you help me, I’ll remember your kindness forever!”
Lord Rossi chuckled in satisfaction.
See? That’s how business is done.
After making money, he still thanks me.