"Nah. Not feeling it."
Kaizen didn't even lift his head.
He just kept his foot planted deep in the Elf's cleavage, scissoring her nipple between his big toe and the second one like he was trying to tune a stubborn radio station.
"Mmmh~!"
The Elf let out a strangled noise, half-moan, half-whimper, her face burning so hot you could fry an egg on it.
Seraphina stood there, brain buffering. She blinked.
'What?'
'Did he just say no?'
'Isn't this the part where the Hero jumps up, grabs his sword, and screams "Justice!"?'
'Arthur would have been halfway to the stables by now.'
"But... Sir Kaizen! A life is at stake! My Arthur is—"
Her eyes drifted down. Big mistake.
She saw the foot. She saw the toes working overtime on the poor maid's chest. And then, just to the left of the foot, she saw It.
Because Kaizen was so relaxed, and because his "excitement" had returned with a vengeance the moment she walked in, the sash of his bathrobe had given up the ghost.
The fabric parted like the Red Sea, revealing the beast in all its glory. It was standing at attention, a vein-throbbing salute aimed directly at her face, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.
Seraphina's face turned a shade of red that would make a tomato jealous.
'The audacity! The sheer, unadulterated filth!'
First the alter where he showed his willy willy to the world, and now this?!
He was presenting his "Holy Sword" to the world without a shred of decency! It was practically waving hello!
"Y-You shameless...!"
She spun around so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would scrub the veiny image from her retinas.
The Elf maid looked like she wanted to dissolve into a puddle of mana. She couldn't even look at the Princess, her long ears drooping down in total, agonizing humiliation.
She had orders to serve, but having her knob twisted while the Hero flashed the Princess was definitely above her pay grade.
Cherry, however, was having a field day. She watched the Elf squirm with a smirk that could curdle milk.
'Take that, you pointy-eared harlot! Usually walking around like you own the place.'
'How's that toe feeling?'
'Look at you, getting played with like a distinctively squishy fidget spinner while the Princess watches!'
'You look ridiculous!'
Seraphina stood with her back to the room, hands clenched into trembling fists, breathing hard.
'What is wrong with this man? Is he insane?'
'Or just a feral dog? Arthur is dying, the kingdom is in peril, and he's sitting there airing out his genitalia and playing footsie with the help!'
Kaizen, meanwhile, didn't give a damn about her moral crisis. In fact, he was actually enjoying the new angle.
Because she had sprinted from her mother's chambers in a panic, Seraphina wasn't wearing her usual armor-plated ballgown.
She was in her sleepwear. A thin, slightly translucent t-shirt and loose cotton pajama bottoms.
'Oh, hello.'
Kaizen's eyes zoomed in. The fabric was soft. Very soft. It clung desperately to her curves. He could see the perfect, heart-shaped outline of her heavy cheeks, shaking ever so slightly with her rage.
'Now that... that is a view worth getting out of bed for.'
But his shamelessness can't deter her. She has a mission. A mission to save her loved one.
"Please! I beg of you!"
Seraphina was currently shouting her plea at a painting of a fruit bowl on the far wall. There was absolutely no way in hell she was turning around to face the 'Sword of Justice' again.
"Nah."
Kaizen didn't even budge. He kept his foot comfortably lodged in the Elf's cleavage, using her soft chest as a high-end, heated ottoman.
He wiggled his toes, enjoying the way she flinched and blushed.
"I... I will give you anything! Gold! Titles! A duchy! Anything you desire, just please lend me your strength!"
'Anything?'
Kaizen paused, letting the word roll around in his brain. The gears started turning.
It made sense now. Arthur had been summoned a week ago, at least, that's what he heard.
That explained the Romeo and Juliet act.
Seven days of high-fantasy bonding was apparently enough to make her willing to sell the kingdom for the guy.
'And that dead guy, Hiya... he was supposed to be the package deal.'
Those three priests he barbecued earlier must have sabotaged the summoning circle, causing the delay.
The system glitched, pulled Kaizen in by mistake, and then spit out the intended hero, Hiya, only for him to get 'tragically' skewered by the dark magic.
'So I'm the backup plan that ate the original plan. And now I'm the only Light Hero left because the other one is blind and useless.'
Fate really did have a twisted sense of humor.
He looked at Seraphina. Or rather, at her back. The thin, cotton pajama pants were doing a terrible job of hiding the goods.
Her ass was shaking slightly with every desperate sob, the fabric clinging to the roundness of her cheeks.
"Did you say... anything?"
"Yes!"
Hope surged through her veins. Seraphina forgot herself for a split second. She spun around, eyes shining with tears and gratitude, ready to thank him.
"I knew you would un—KYAAA!"
She screeched like a banshee and did a 180-degree spin that would have impressed a professional ballerina.
It was still there.
The bathrobe was wide open. The one-eyed general was still standing at full attention, veiny and proud, looking her dead in the eye. If anything, it looked even angrier than before.
"Anything... except that! Except lewd stuff! My virtue... my heart and body belong to... belong to Arthur! Arthur and Arthur...alone."
She hugged her own shoulders, trembling, her ears burning a violent shade of crimson as she stared intently at the wall again.
Kaizen chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest. He finally pulled his foot out of the Elf's bodice with a wet pop, wiping his toes on the velvet cushion.
"Everyone out."
He clapped his hands twice, the sound echoing in the large room.
"Leave us."
It was time... Time to lay it all out and get this woman addicted to him!