I Came Back from the Dead, Quit Being a Holy Hero, and Just Wanna Shake My Hips in a Harem - Chapter 28: Honestly, Would It Be So Bad If I Just Did Lily and Called It a Day?

Chapter 28: Honestly, Would It Be So Bad If I Just Did Lily and Called It a Day?

“N-No waaaaay!! T-That outfit is—!!”

“Yes. The oh-so-thin, totally see-through… baby doll nightgown, my Lord Haruya.”

Lily stood there in that scandalous getup, cheeks faintly flushed—like she wanted to make absolutely sure I took in every inch of it.

Unlike a nightgown, a baby doll is short—dangerously short.

The kind of short where her cute underwear was basically on full display.

And honestly, “basically” might be overselling it—she was pushing the very limits of decency here.

Up top? She clearly wasn’t wearing anything underneath, though her most important spots were juuust barely covered.

The fabric was so sheer it felt pointless—her delicate shoulders, the soft outline of her areolas, that maddening almost-but-not-quite reveal of her nipples… every feminine detail of Lily was practically spilling into the open.

Lily… what a terrifying woman you are.

“You think—I, the man destined to be Harem King—would fall for something like that?!”

“You already seem unable to move, though.”

“I’m just… looking for an opening!”

“An opening, is it? Then by all means… look as much as you like.”

She brushed her long silver hair over her shoulder with a graceful flick.

Oh no. That movement—her nipple almost showed!!

And with that tiny waist-length hem, her panties were right there in my line of sight!!

This was Lily—the same serious, stoic priestess who had cornered me countless times in my past life—

Now cornering me in an entirely different, far more dangerous way.

“—Wait!? You knew I bought the Holy Priestess and the Cursed Baby Doll?!”

“You have it displayed in your room like some kind of family heirloom, do you not?”

“Because it’s a masterpiece!!”

“So it seems. I never imagined you’d react this strongly, though.”

I couldn’t stop staring at Lily in that baby doll.

Even with her slim figure, the sheer feminine allure radiating from her had… well, certain parts of me rebelling pretty hard.

Holy Priestess and the Cursed Baby Doll (DL Press).

A work of pure art in the erotic literature world—about a strait-laced holy priestess who puts on a cursed baby doll and has to… ahem… “do things” with people all over town to break the curse.

It was the distilled essence of the author’s libido, and after finishing it, I may or may not have imagined Lily in that exact outfit while, uh… taking care of myself.

Which is why… seeing the real thing was dangerous.

“But! I’m not gonna fall that easily!”

“Is that so?”

“You think just because you’re wearing something sexy, I’m gonna lose my composure?!”

“Is that so.”

“Sorry sorry sorry I lied!!! This is too hot, waaaay too hot!! Lily, you’re way too lewd!!”

My shameless confession echoed through the prayer room—despite this not being a confessional booth.

And that was the problem.

This was a prayer room—a sacred place where food, drink, and definitely anything lewd was forbidden.

Which made this indecent setup ten times hotter!

And Lily wasn’t just playing the role of a priestess—she was an actual priestess.

That sent the “forbidden” factor skyrocketing straight into the stratosphere!

“Lily! I see you’ve been studying well—ambushing me in a prayer room of all places!”

“I simply considered your possible entry route and decided to wait here.”

“But! I haven’t fallen yet!”

“It seems to me you’ve already fallen.”

This was a prayer room, not a confessional!

If this had been the ever-popular, all-time classic ‘Priestess and the Confessional Booth’ scenario, I’d have been doomed on the spot.

The only reason I was still standing was because it was a prayer room instead.

Fuhaha! You left an opening, Lily—oh, wait… your shoulder strap’s slipping.

She adjusted the loose strap with a businesslike motion, but her flushed cheeks and reddened shoulders betrayed her embarrassment.

God, so erotic…!

Then Lily put on a slightly stricter expression.

“Hearing you shout ‘lewd, lewd’ over and over… I do have some thoughts about that.”

“Says the one dressed like that…!”

“I wore this because I thought it would be effective.”

Iron Maiden… and yet, still a little inexperienced.

Yeah… I can handle this.

Or so I thought—until Lily smiled, almost mischievously.

“But I find myself thinking… this might be a privilege of being a woman. It’s not bad at all, you know?”

Ugohoooooon‼‼‼

A storm of indescribable feelings erupted inside me, and as I instinctively leaned back—

Lily’s gaze dropped, having noticed something.

In my pants… my adventurer’s tent was pitched at full strength.

“Well… well well ♥ So obvious… and so manly ♥”

“F-Fuhahahaha! How about it! Pretty impressive, right?!”

“Yes… and I’m glad—because it means all that fierce passion is directed toward me ♥”

I tried to sound cocky, but she shot back at me with those inviting eyes.

Ah. I can’t win.

I will never—biologically—win against this girl.

My lower half already knew it.

I tried to sidestep in a half-crouch to escape, but she cut me off and pinned me against the wall again.

“Where are you going, Lord Haruya ♥?”

Lily pressed herself against my chest, clinging tightly.

She pushed her soft belly right up against my fully pitched adventurer’s tent—

A perfect, gentle pressure.

Sweet, tingling heat.

She gave small, soft, squishy nudges, gently prodding the hardened tent.

Her warmth and softness seeped through the fabric, straight into my soul.

OHHHHH⁉⁉⁉

Girls are this soft⁉ Lily is this soft⁉

“Please… don’t run away from me ♥”

Through the tent, the plush warmth of Lily’s body melted into me.

It wasn’t a floor session—it was a Lily belly session—

A slow, caring, lewd caress, almost like a gentle pseudo-○○○.

That steady pressure sent little shocks up my hips.

As I basked in the dangerous urge to just give in, she looked up at me—her eyes full of want.

“The deeper inside my belly you go… the softer it’ll feel… and it might squeeze you so tightly ♥”

“H-Hawawawawawannn…!”

“Why don’t we… take our time… in another room… and enjoy it until morning♥”

Lily’s sultry invitation for some sexy time.

Sure, I had plenty of reasons to say no—

But there was only one reason I didn’t want to refuse.

I wanted to connect.

I wanted to move my hips.

I wanted to release inside her.

…Okay, so maybe I had plenty of reasons not to refuse.

“Mmm…♥ That tickles…♥”

At some point, I’d already started absentmindedly running my fingers through her silky silver hair—

And my hands were slowly moving around her back, like they wanted to pull her closer.

If I did it with Lily, that would be the end.

But my instincts were whispering… Maybe it’s okay if it ends here.

Help me, my rational mind!

Help me, Demon King Chronova!

Wobble-wobble-whooosh (mental fog taking form)

(Rational Me): Hold on…! We can endure this… Guhahhhh⁉⁉

(Demon King Chronova): Hero… keep a mind clear as still water… Guhahhh⁉⁉⁉

(Instinct Me): Don’t worry, I already knocked those two out for ya!

INSTINCT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE‼

With both my reason and Chronova down for the count, it felt like the ex-hero’s adventure was about to end right here—

But then Lily exhaled softly… and stepped back from me.

“…So your reason managed to hold out? What a shame.”

Lily’s voice carried clear disappointment.

Reason? Nope.

Nope nope nope—reason’s already gone.

Zero. Nada. Zilch.

What, do you think I’m just clueless ‘cause I’m inexperienced???

Nope nope, that’s not it at all—my brain’s just full of pure primal instinct right now.

Her words were the only thing that managed to poke a tiny hole in the fog of lust clouding my head.

“Lord Haruya, you’ve already been removed from the list of candidates for the Holy Armor.”

“…Hah???”

The shock was so big, even my rock-hard adventurer’s tent… didn’t calm down in the slightest.

Guess it’s gonna stay like this for a while.

While I stayed hunched over with my mouth hanging open, Lily smiled like she was savoring the sight.

“With a disgrace like this, you hardly look fit to wear the Holy Armor, wouldn’t you say?”

“W-Well, yeah… but still, how the hell…?”

“I simply reported the truth. A ‘sacred heart’ check with double-digit… self-love sessions. The person in charge was so dumbfounded they couldn’t even be mad.”

“B-But…”

She had to have already noticed I’ve got a Holy attribute, right?

Even if Filio hasn’t told her about the Holy Sword yet, she must’ve realized something after the succubus battle.

Wouldn’t the Holy Armor Flora be the perfect way to expose that to the world?

The perfect opportunity to announce it everywhere?

As I stood there tangled in my own confusion, Lily’s face shifted back into her usual, overly-serious expression.

“The armor blessed by Goddess Flora… also demands an equally strict and dignified attitude from its wearer.”

I didn’t answer with “I know.”

While I kept silent, Lily frowned slightly—like she was searching through the back of her mind for something half-forgotten—then slowly wove her words together.

“A beautiful, pure-white porcelain vessel… I just know—without a doubt—that far more people would be saved by that sight than I could ever imagine.”

…Could it be that Lily has faint traces of her past-life memories?

If so, they’re really faint—just enough to nudge her feelings without her outright saying it.

“…Then why? Even by your own faith’s teachings, shouldn’t I still be a candidate for the Holy Armor?”

“It’s simply… a difference in interpretation.”

Her expression said plainly that she believed she’d done nothing wrong.

A difference in interpretation, huh.

In other words—how you choose to view the ‘salvation of light.’

Scratching my neck, I asked,

“…So you’re saying there’s room for a lewd and shameless ‘light’ to exist?”

“I wouldn’t go that far. However…”

“However?”

Lily fell silent for a moment.

Then—almost like she was remembering something, or looking back on something, or simply letting her honest heart speak—she finally said it, clear and firm.

“Lord Haruya, you’re far more wonderful when you’re shaking your hips as the proud Boner Boy Extraordinaire.”

I knew she wasn’t saying it to mock me.

Lily kept her gaze locked on me as I leaned forward.

Those eyes…

The same ones I could never handle back in my previous life—like they could pierce straight into the deepest part of my heart.

But this time, it felt like she was truly seeing me… like the pure-white porcelain vessel inside me was being filled for the very first time.

“I’m sure Filio feels the same way.”

“…Lily…”

How was I seeing her right now?

What was I truly thinking about her?

The urge to find out—to bare my feelings and compare our answers—bubbled up inside me.

But then, something clicked.

“…Hey. If I’m not a candidate anymore, then why try a honey trap here?”

“Honey trap? I wouldn’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, sure you don’t.”

“…Well… let’s just say, if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn’t have minded.”

Her smile all but screamed her intent.

It was the kind of smile that said, I see right through your irresponsible harem plan. And if that’s the game you’re playing, I’ll step onto the same stage—and seize my own chance at a responsibility-taking sex plan.

…………………

………Fine then. Let’s flip the script.

I’ll make her fall—so hard she can’t stand being without me.

So much that she’ll cry if I’m gone, cling to me like she’s lost without me…

So much that she’ll be the one begging me for the real thing.

Yeah… I’ll make her fall so hard she won’t even remember what life was like before me.

While I was still stewing over that thought, Lily suddenly stepped closer.

For a second, I thought she was about to hug me again, so I instinctively straightened my back.

Instead, she placed a hand gently against my chest… and rose up on her toes.

Her sweet scent filled my nose, catching me completely off guard.

Then—soft lips brushed my cheek.

I blinked in surprise, and that’s when I saw it—Lily, wearing the most adorably flustered expression I’d ever seen from her.

“For the record… I was nervous too. My heart’s still pounding, and… I was excited.”

A look so cute it made me want to keep her all to myself.

Her warmth still lingered on my skin, and I could feel her closer now than even when she’d hugged me before.

Which, of course, made me want to toss out a snarky comment to save face.

“…You shameless little minx.”

“Oh, come now. That’s… something we share equally, isn’t it?”

I didn’t dare look at her again—
One more glance, and I knew I’d taste another loss.
So I fixed my gaze on the completely uninteresting wall instead.