Being the "Last Hero Standing" came with some insane perks.
Especially when the competition consisted of a guy who was currently blind and screaming, and another guy who had to be scraped off the cathedral floor with a spatula and a mop bucket.
The royal staff didn't just roll out the red carpet; they practically marinated Kaizen in luxury.
They scrubbed the peasant stink off him, oiled him up until he glistened like a glazed ham, and tossed him into a room big enough to play indoor baseball in.
"Haaaa.... this is sooo niceee."
Kaizen was currently sprawled out like a starfish on a velvet sofa that cost more than a small country.
He wore a silk bathrobe that was barely tied, letting the cool castle air ventilate the goods.
Down at the southern border, two gorgeous elf maids, absolute knockouts with ears long enough to pick up radio signals, were meticulously pedicuring his feet, treating his calluses like holy relics.
Behind him, two human maids dug their thumbs into his shoulders, kneading away the stress of mass murder.
"A little to the left. Yes, right there. Being a beacon of hope is terrible for the trapezius."
"Of course, Great Hero."
Flanking his head were two more attendants, bowls of chilled exotic fruit in hand, hovering like a pit crew ready to refuel a race car.
It was a six-maid formation. Tactical perfection.
"Such is life..."
Snap.
The sound cracked through the room.
"Here, Lord Kaizen."
The maid on his right, a brunette whose uniform was fighting a losing battle to contain her chest, giggled nervously.
She plucked a fat, purple grape and leaned in, giving him an excellent view down her bodice as she pressed the fruit to his lips.
Kaizen took the grape, but he didn't stop there.
He closed his mouth around her index finger, sucking it into the warmth of his mouth with a wet, deliberate schlop.
He swirled his tongue around the knuckle, locking eyes with her the entire time.
The maid turned a shade of crimson usually reserved for fire trucks, letting out a high-pitched squeak. "Eeepp!"
She tried to pull back, but he held on for one last suction before releasing her finger with a loud pop.
"Sweet," Kaizen grinned, watching her shiver. "The grape wasn't bad either."
The brunette, Cherry, turned fifty shades of pink, but she didn't pull her wet finger back.
Why would she? This guy was a Summoned Hero. It didn't matter if he was a total pervert or had the personality of a wet sock. He had status.
Being the Hero's wife, or even just the side-chick responsible for "nightly drainings," was a golden ticket out of scrubbing floors for the rest of her life.
'Power is power. And this guy is dripping with it.'
She squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath and puffing out her chest until the buttons on her uniform screamed for mercy. She was going to bag this man if it killed her.
'You got this, Cherry. Work the assets. Momma didn't raise a quitter.'
While Cherry was mentally planning their wedding registry, Kaizen was doing some calculations of his own.
He scanned the room. Six girls. All of them sweating, blushing, and looking at him like he was a double-fudge brownie.
'Hmm... looks like the buffet is open. It's totally alright to pound them, right? Who's gonna stop me? The blind guy?'
They all had that glazed look. The look that said please ruin me.
'Interesting.'
Time for a field test.
Kaizen stretched his leg out, casually wiggling his toes. He extended his foot downward, right toward the blonde Elf currently buffing his ankle.
He didn't stop until his big toe buried itself right between the soft, heavy mounds of her cleavage.
Squish.
The Elf froze. For exactly one millisecond, she looked shocked.
Then, her eyes went half-lidded. Instead of slapping his foot away, she leaned forward, trapping his toe in the warm, sweaty valley of her chest.
She started scrubbing his shin with even more enthusiasm, casting shy, hungry glances up at him while practically dry-humping his foot with her boobs.
'Interesting indeed! System checks are all green but then again... what is this...?'
Cherry saw the toe-cleavage interaction and nearly snapped the grape stem in her hand. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared lasers at the blonde.
'That long-eared slut! She's trying to steal my meal ticket! He's mine, you pointy-eared harlot!'
Meanwhile, Kaizen frowned, staring at his lap with genuine confusion.
'What is this feeling? Or rather... why am I not feeling it?'
He was referring to his little brother. The soldier. The one-eyed snake. Currently, it was sitting at a lazy half-mast. A disappointing semi. It was like trying to start a lawnmower with a wet string.
'This makes no sense.'
Back on Earth, if he even walked past a lingerie store, he'd have to hide behind a potted plant for five minutes.
Now? He was literally drowning in tits. He had six voluptuous women, fourof them mythical creatures, draped over him like cheap curtains, practically begging for a drilling.
And yet? Nothing. His junk was reacting with the enthusiasm of a monk doing taxes.
'Maybe it needs a jump start.'
He pushed his foot deeper into the Elf's bodice, wiggling his big toe until he found the target. He pressed the pad of his toe right against her nipple and gave it a nudge.
"Ahhh~ Oh my~"
The maid arched her back, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut.
Kaizen stared at her, unimpressed. That moan was faker than a three-dollar bill. He'd seen better acting in low-budget porn parodies filmed in someone's basement.
'Stupid woman. You sound like a dying cat.'
He scissored her nipple between his big toe and second toe, giving it a sharp, rude twist. Still nothing. No spark. No throb. Just boredom and a slightly sticky foot.
'Is it broken? Did the summoning fry my wiring?'
BAM!
The double doors flew open, slamming against the stone walls with a thunderous crash. The maids squealed and scattered.
"I found it!"
It was Seraphina. She stood in the doorway, chest heaving violently. Her hair was a mess, sweat glistened on her collarbone, and her pajamas was disheveled from sprinting through the castle. She looked frantic. Desperate.
Boing.
Kaizen felt a sudden, violent twitch in his lap.
'And I found it too!'
He looked down. The lazy worm had instantly transformed into Excalibur. A raging, diamond-hard boner was now tenting his bathrobe, threatening to punch a hole through the ceiling.
He looked at the panting Princess. Then back at his crotch. Then back at her.
'Well, well, well.'
There was no doubt.
It wasn't the easy, submissive maids that did it for him. It was her. Maybe it was the status. Maybe it was the desperation on her face. Or maybe it was just the fact that she belonged to the other guy.
Whatever it was, his body was giving it a standing ovation.
"Sir Hero! I found the ingredients needed for the potion from my mother! We must depart quickly!"
Kaizen licked his lips, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face.
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50 powerstone = 1 Extra chapter
100 powerstone = 2 Extra chapter