S-Rank Adventurer Betrayed by His Fiancée in the Hero’s Party Sets Off on a Journey to Heal His Broken Heart ~The Strongest Betrayed Adventurer Ends Up Forming a Harem Party~ - Chapter 43: The Predators Close In

Chapter 43: The Predators Close In

[Side: Switch-Hitter Progenitor]

“Alright, let’s go ambush Abel.”

“Wait—what!?”

While Abel was upstairs, stripping down for his bath—

Raynare, now draping her aloha shirt loosely over her shoulders and proudly baring her massive breasts, turned to the three girls and made her declaration.

“Why do you think I sent Abel up first? Obviously, it was to set up a mixed bathing ambush!”

“W-What!? Out of nowhere!?”

“Ooh, I like this plan~”

“Are you serious!? Let’s go, let’s go!”

Only Elmie’s brain short-circuited on the spot.

The twin sisters, on the other hand, were totally on board.

Frey was clearly fired up from watching Raynare go all out, while Maria was blushing, already picturing Abel’s strong, muscular body.

“Look, I may have been a man before, but it’s fine if I see a little skin, right? I’ve got eyes only for Abel now, and I’ve got no intention of touching any of you. Besides, once we’re all getting cuddled together, it won’t even matter!”

“C-Cuddled…!?”

“I don’t really mind~ Raynare’s totally a girl, inside and out.”

“If anything, your figure’s too perfect… Honestly, I’m kinda jealous. I mean, you were a guy before, and you still outclass us—that’s just unfair!”

“You two have the kind of figures guys dream about too, you know. Hey—! Hands are fine, but don’t start messing with them!”

“Wait, wai—kyaa! No touching there!”

Raynare was about to head up the stairs, laughing and chatting as Frey and Maria poked at her chest—

But a loud voice suddenly stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait! All three of you—stop! You can’t just ambush Abel like that! That kind of thing is still, um… way too soon!”

“But this isn’t some childish crush anymore, is it? If a grown man and woman are drawn to each other, that kind of relationship is only natural.”

“Ugh…”

Elmie let out a frustrated groan.

Yeah—truth was, Elmie was definitely curious about that kind of stuff too.

“We’re just going to stir things up a bit and see how he reacts. Besides, Elmie, aren’t you the tiniest bit interested yourself?”

“Uuu… but if I go into the bath with him like that, I… I’ll…”

Pressed by Raynare’s words, Elmie’s gaze drifted.

She glanced toward the massive weapons of destruction in front of her—

Specifically, Raynare’s.

Then she looked down at her own.

“…So that’s what you’re worried about, huh?”

“Eh—Raynare?”

Noticing exactly where Elmie’s eyes had wandered, Raynare walked over gently and placed a hand on her blonde head.

Elmie blinked in confusion as something incredibly soft and heavy bounced right in front of her eyes—

Raynare’s breasts jiggled with an exaggerated “boing” as she leaned in, then began to gently stroke Elmie’s head like she was calming a child.

“I know I’m not the best person to say this, but… you’re fine. Sure, your size might not match up, but your toned, curvy body has plenty of charm… It’s sexy. I guarantee it.”

“…Y-You really think so?”

“I was a man once, remember? So I know what I’m talking about. Besides… didn’t you train and polish that body because you wanted to be with Abel? Be confident in it, alright?”

“To… be with Abel… Y-Yeah!”

—And so, with Raynare’s smooth persuasion, the four of them stormed into the bath together for one bold mixed bathing ambush.

“Ugh… ngh…!”

They had succeeded—

Abel’s sanity was hanging by a thread…!

He was already fully undressed and soaking in the hot water, completely surrounded by a wall of skin that left no room for escape.

“Fufu…♡”

“Ehehe…!”

On either side of him were the twin sisters, now towel-free.

Their enormous breasts floated gently in the water, their eyes locked on him with a heat that made the air feel thicker.

Honestly, they looked like they were seconds away from licking their lips.

“Fufufu…”

And across from him, in the most open spot with the best view of the sea—

Raynare sat on the edge of the bath, one leg crossed over the other, her distortedly perfect hips perched just right, chest on full display.

Her eyes made it absolutely clear—if Abel so much as turned his back, she’d pounce.

And the only one still wearing a towel… was Elmie.

“Fwa… ha… A-Abel…”

“…!”

Sitting halfway between Abel and the exit, Elmie had perched herself on the edge of the bath, managing to cover just her chest and lower half with a towel.

Her movements were fidgety and awkward—she kept stealing glances at Abel, only to immediately look away in embarrassment.

But because she kept squirming, the towel didn’t exactly stay in place… and things were starting to peek out.

The exit was blocked.

And while technically Abel could jump from the rooftop of this five-story hotel…

…he was completely naked.

So yeah—not happening.

There was no escape.

Even trying to casually slip out wouldn’t work; he was surrounded on all sides.

And to make things worse, after getting a full view of four perfect bodies, Abel’s magic sword had… awakened.

There was no way he could stand up from this bath of milky-white water.

(Crap. I have to get out of here somehow…! Not that I hate this—definitely not! But I’m not mentally prepared for this kind of boss fight!)

Technically, Abel wasn’t a virgin.

He had gotten partway there with Millia.

But things had gone wrong before they could finish, and before a second chance came around, she was already gone.

There was no way he could be considered experienced.

And now, several stunning women—each with bodies that frankly put Millia’s to shame—were throwing themselves at him?

It was way, way too much to handle.

But naturally, a Progenitor who’d lived for thousands of years hadn’t left a single escape route open.

Even Abel, an S-Rank adventurer known as one of the Four Swords, had no choice but to stay quietly submerged in the hot water.

(—Still… Their bodies are insane. There’s no way I wouldn’t be turned on right now…!)

She might not realize it herself, but Elmie’s body was more than enough—

The problem was just that her “competition” was completely overpowered.

Frey and Maria, the twin sisters, didn’t even need an explanation.

They had massive curves where it mattered and tight waists that drew the eye.

And then there was Raynare—

A body even more explosive than the twins, practically the embodiment of male desire.

But even among all of them, the one who kept catching Abel’s eye the most—

“—Well, well. You’ve been staring at Elmie this whole time… with those hungry, beast-like eyes of yours…”

“Whoa—Raynare!? H-Hey! That’s—watch where you’re—!”

Before he realized it, Raynare had once again snuck up behind him in the bath—

And now she was pressing her chest right up against his back under the water.

Those enormous breasts flattened against him, spreading their warm, heavenly softness across his whole back.

But Raynare, being the dangerously experienced Progenitor that she was, wasn’t done yet.

“Elmie’s so sexy, isn’t she…? I get it, really I do. She fidgets and squirms, but just barely covers herself… You keep catching flashes of her soft hips… that tempting sideboob…♡ The way she twists around, like she doesn’t even realize how seductive she looks…”

“…!”

She whispered all of this directly into Abel’s ear, using Elmie as bait while grinding her flawless, curvy body against his from behind.

Sight. Sound.

And worst of all—touch.

She was assaulting his senses with everything she had, giving him no room to breathe, no space to think.

And then—

“Aaah~ No fair, Raynare~ You’re hogging him!”

“F-Frey…!”

Frey had silently crept closer—

Then suddenly grabbed Abel’s left arm with a firm squeeze.

“Hey, Abel~ Did you really wash up properly? Want big sis to scrub your back for you? With… these~♡”

Her sultry voice dripped with heat as she pressed her massive chest against his arm, slowly sliding it up and down like a sponge.

If he said yes, she’d probably offer to wash his entire body that way.

Abel swallowed hard.

“Gotcha, Abel~!”

“M-Maria too—?!”

While he was distracted by Frey on his left and Raynare at his back, Maria swooped in and captured his right arm.

“Boys like being squeezed between soft things, right? Like… this~ You can touch too, you know. Here… or maybe here~♡”

Maria pressed her chest—just as large and plush as her sister’s—around his arm, flooding him with soft, luxurious warmth.

Then, guiding his hand with hers, she led it down… right between her thighs.

She made it seem like he was the one making the move, letting him feel the supple curves of her toned, voluptuous legs—perfectly matching her bombshell figure.

Her hair was tied up, her cheeks flushed, breath heavy and ragged.

There was no denying the sultry heat pouring off her.

He was completely surrounded.

It was like being circled by predators.

And yet Abel wasn’t resisting.

He didn’t try to force his way out or push them off.

Seeing that, Raynare—who had already been forming a theory—was now absolutely sure.

(Just as I thought. I might not know all the details, but at the very least, Abel… won’t push these three away. He can’t.)

He might be fine roughhousing with someone like Raynare—someone who’s immortal and just as strong as him.

But with Elmie and the other two… Abel couldn’t bring himself to be forceful.

What if he hurt them by pushing too hard?

What if he resisted and accidentally injured them?

That fear—

That hesitation was the self-imposed chain that now held Abel in place.

“You really did get excited… because of my body…!”

“…! Elmie!?”

Elmie stepped forward, using only the milky bathwater to hide herself instead of a towel.

Her face was bright red, her steps timid, but the way she smiled—so shy and happy—

It hit Abel right in the heart.

And just like that, the pressure around him doubled.

“Abel~… look at me more ♡”

“Let’s get closer♡”

“Hug me tight ♡”

“Exactly. A wound caused by a woman is best healed by a woman. So come now…”

The soft, curvy bodies surrounding him grew even closer.

Raynare didn’t just cling to his arm anymore—

Even her long, elegant legs coiled around Abel’s body like a ribbon, pulling him tighter into her.

And then—

“—Hmm? Oh…?”

“…!!”

She touched his magic sword.

“W-Wait, Ray—!”

“Oho…? Well now… This is quite the fine blade you’ve got, Abel. Much more impressive than I expected. Looks like I’ll be enjoying this a lot more than I thought…”

With the smuggest expression imaginable, Raynare wrapped herself even tighter around him.

She began sliding her thigh up and down along his sword—or at least, she tried to.

With a sudden thump, a small burst of force pushed Elmie, Frey, and Maria slightly away from Abel.

They had all let their guards down, so the impact caused them to loosen their grip just a bit—

And then—

“UWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

“Guh!?”

Abel launched his head straight into Raynare’s chest with a full-force headbutt, finally breaking free.

Then, without hesitation, he slapped the water in front of him, sending a massive splash into the air like a smoke bomb.

“Eek—?!”

“Kyaah?!”

“W-What the—!?”

The three girls flinched and closed their eyes from the sudden splash.

And in that brief moment—Abel leapt out of the bath like his life depended on it.

“Cough! Dammit—did I seriously give a starving man too much food all at once!?”

Three years of self-control.

Then, getting betrayed by his fiancée.

And now this—nonstop seduction from four absolutely gorgeous women.

Their coordinated attack was meant to destroy what little restraint he had left.

It was like dumping a mountain of food in front of a starving cat—

Not just a feast, but way more than he could handle, all at once.

Even if he was starving, for Abel… it was sensory overload. Full-on panic mode.

“I-I’m going to bed! In the room! Right now!!”

“Kh…! I’ll have you know, I’m the one holding the key to the guest rooms!”

“~~~~~!!!”

With Raynare’s final warning ringing in his ears, Abel—his face burning red—glared back at her with a mix of frustration and desperation.

And before the splashes had even fully settled, he bolted straight into the changing room.

—That night, the three worked-up girls, still burning with desire…

Two of them took matters into their own hands—rather enthusiastically.

The third quietly replayed the lingering sensations on her skin, savoring them in silence.

As for the vampire… she cheerfully cracked open a bottle of expensive wine, celebrating their reunion.

Meanwhile, the poor man—unable to calm down or comfort himself—had no choice but to knock himself out with magic and force himself to sleep.

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[Afterword]

One lone wolf.

Two seductive serpents.

And one lovesick puppy.

Hello, it’s me—Sora Akatsuki, back from the dead… kinda.

Sorry for the long wait! I was working on some R-18 material for a while, and well… dialing things back to this level took a lot more time and restraint than expected.

But hey—this much should still be safe… probably.

Unbeknownst to himself, Abel is still carrying emotional trauma.

He hasn’t truly moved forward yet.

That’s why—until he overcomes it—he’s still the “betrayed adventurer.”

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Some parts of the dialogue were revised.