Volume 5 - CH 2

A “Hero”.

It is not something that you can just declare to everyone, like, “Yes, I am the Hero!” and expect people to believe it. Nor is it something that an emperor or some other ruler of each country can declare, “This person is a Hero,” and immediately decide to support them.

If such a thing were possible, countries would be full of “heroes”, and it would be inevitable that their value would decline due to the proliferation of such “Heroes”.

Generally speaking, a “Hero” is a person who is recognized as a “brave and courageous person” by the Pope of the Messianic Faith.

But it was not a person who showed courage in battle and died for a noble cause, nor was it a person who accomplished great feats. It was just a title, a “Hero” with “ ”. I always find that strange because how can someone be called a hero if they have not achieved anything?

If I were to be honest, they were just like the ranks given to soldiers fighting on the front line, only grander as they are superhumans who are literally one-man armies.

There are many different sects of the Messianic Faith, each with its own beliefs, but the most authoritative figure among them is the Pope.

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In fact, those who have been approved by the Papal Court are qualified not only in terms of strength, brains, and looks but also in terms of status, national strength, promotional activities, and luck. They are also awarded the Eagle Emblem, a sign of valor, by the Pope himself. Therefore, the criteria for selecting “Hero” men and women are very strict.

Because the criteria for recognizing a Hero are very strict, it was normal for the position to remain vacant for years. In addition, since the selection is basically made from countries that have adopted the Messianic Faith as their state religion, those countries that haven’t declared it would not be able to have the right to field a “Hero”.

This was believed to be the case until that time.

One of our countrymen was nominated as a “hero”.

My home country, which is not a Messianic country.

So when the Pope approved this “Hero” woman, my country was very excited. The newspapers praised her title, and everyone looked at her with admiration, calling her the pride of the nation.

This very “Hero” now stands on the eaves of our own house.

“I stared at her with the same eyes I used to use to peep at my senior in the bath. This time, however, I was looking at her not in a perverted way, but in admiration. If you ar e ab le to re a d th is me ssa ge, yo u are rea di ng fr om an un au thor ized agg rega te si te. Re ad at my Wo rdPre ss at sta bb ing wi th a syr inge. ho me. bl og to su ppo rt me and my tr ans latio ns.

She was wearing a tight grey tank top over her slender figure, a pair of loose-fitting khaki cargo pants three-quarters length over her long, slender legs, and silver goggles over her shoulder-length, silky bobbed hair. The necklace around her chest and the strap attached to the long sword at her waist made a jingling sound every time she swayed, and her bold lips and provocative eyes gave her a vulgar impression.

“Pops! …wait. Huh? Who are you?”

“Ah, um… I…”

“I,” who normally took my father’s place in a casual manner, this time looked completely nervous in front of the female “Hero”.

“Are you perhaps the old man’s son?”

“Y-yes.”

When “I” answered, the shoulders of the “Hero” trembled, and she turned her sharp eyes on me.

“I” was afraid of her and backed away, but that was understandable.

The woman in front of me is unmistakably the “Hero” of the country, but her figure is rather shabby, and looks more like a delinquent you’d find on the street.

“Cu…”

“Cu?”

“Cute!!! What a cute creature!!”

The “Hero” woman fidgets with her legs as if she can’t stand it any longer.

“Eh? I-if it’s okay with you… I’ll sherve you shome tea.”

“I,” my face red to the ears, uttered the line from the manual my father had drilled into me, but for some reason, “I” kept biting my tongue.

How can I put this… I suddenly want to shout out… “Cute? Are you sure? This guy is a lecherous lad who just recently peeped into his childhood friend’s bathtub,” but this is a dream, so I can’t.

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The hero asked to sit on the veranda, so “I” let her through and made her some tea.

“Sorry, but we only have this rough tea.”

“Still, thanks! Aah, what a good lad… and, yes, cute as ever!”

“I” look down in embarrassment but immediately take out a piece of paper as if I had just remembered my task.

“So… how can we help you, Miss Hero?”

“Mou, that’s not necessary anymore! Hey, can I kiss you? Chu~.”

“C-chuu?!”

Then the hero took the lad’s lips in a blindingly fast motion. By the way, she is a woman who has earned the nickname “The Speedster” despite being a “Hero”.

“Mmmm, mmh, mmmhhhh!”

“I” suddenly squeezed my eyes shut, stiffening and letting out muffled cries.

“No, you can’t do that. You have to relax.”

“Eh, ahh, hyaaa!”

At the hero’s warning, which completely ignored the premise, “I” nodded honestly to the point of being naive. Perhaps I had given up on understanding at that point. This ch apt er trans lati on is ma de po ss ible by sta b bing wi th a syr i nge tr anslat ions. Chec k on ly up-to- da te tran sl ations on my W ordpre ss s ite.

Chuu, chuu, chuuu.

The hero then gave a series of affectionate kisses and hugged the lad tightly around her slender body.

“Hey, is this your first kiss?”

“Y-yes…”

“Ahh, sorry about that. It’s just that you’re so cute. Did you not like it? If so, I’m sorry again.”

“I” shook my head vigorously.

Seeing this, the “Hero” brought her mouth close again and placed it on the lad’s lips.

And this time it was for longer.

The young but well-formed lips of this female “Hero” and the lips of the lad “I” touched each other with softness.

But soon “I” became weaker and weaker – more like in a dazed blank state, eyes thinly open, and later at the full mercy of the aggressive “Hero”.

After a while, Miss Hero quickly pulled away.

Then she said this.

“I’m sorry I kissed you out of the blue. I just couldn’t resist, like it was ordained by God. Yes. It was God’s will that I should do it.”

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This “Hero”… is she saying that what she did was force majeure or something?

“So you can touch my tits to make up for it.”

“What? R-really?”

I was that typical perverted lad. At the time, I think I spent half my day thinking about boobs.

“You’re so cute, but you’re interested in tits and stuff. After all, you’re still a man. But yeah, sure. Touch them as much as you like.”

“Yeaoooh…!”

“I” probably meant to say either “yay” or “yoo-hoo”, but maybe because of the unexpected excitement, my mind couldn’t think clearly, so “I” tried to say both.

The heaving chest of the “Hero” was then pushed towards the lad.

Her tits, spilling out of her tank top, swayed gracefully in front of his eyes.

Her sweaty skin and matching necklace looked strangely sexy.

As a light breeze blew across the veranda and the wind chime tinkled, “I” reached for her breasts, eyes twinkling.