The Time I Betrayed the Busty Hero Party That Power-Harassed Me ～The Demon Lord Gave Me Land, So Now I’ll Live Free, Develop My Territory, and Punish Those SSS-Rank Bitches～ - Chapter 11 & 11.5: Putting the Final Nail in the Busty Hero Party’s Hero | The Busty Hero Party’s Hero Was Blessed

Chapter 11: Putting the Final Nail in the Busty Hero Party’s Hero

These days, my mornings always started the same way—by fooling around with Sakiel.

“Ahhn ♡ Nfufu ♡ Daarling, you’re so rough first thing in the morning ♡”

“That’s because you’re too damn sexy, Sakiel.”

“…Breakfast is ready.”

And like clockwork, Cyril would arrive with breakfast—always right as Sakiel and I were messing around in bed.

There was nothing better than eating a meal while lazing around with the most gorgeous beauty in the world lying beside me.

“Mmff… gulp. Thanks for the food. Cyril, it was delicious as always.”

“Your praise honors me.”

“Hey, hey ♡ Darling ♡ Want some after-meal exercise?”

“Of course.”

Fuck, eat, fuck, sleep…

I knew it was a decadent lifestyle, but there was no way I was giving it up.

And then it hit me.

“Crap!! I’ve been so wrapped up in flirting with Sakiel, I completely forgot to figure out what to do about Lunatia!!”

“Ufufu ♡ Silly, forgetful darling—you’re adorable too ♡”

Yeah. One was still left.

The leader of the hero party.

The woman who threw me out as bait just to distract monsters.

I couldn’t count how many times I nearly died because of her.

That woman—I wanted to tear her down completely, body and soul, until she broke.

…But what exactly should I do?

Lunatia was royalty, raised under harsh training as a Hero since childhood.

Breaking someone like her wouldn’t be easy.

As I sat there mulling over my revenge, Sakiel suddenly let out a soft, knowing laugh.

“W-What is it?”

“Nfufu ♡ Hey, darling ♡ Don’t you notice something? Marie and the others are missing, aren’t they ♡”

“Huh? Now that you mention it… where did they go?”

“Over here ♡”

Sakiel took my hand and led me to the small room where the busty hero party had originally been locked up.

Since Teresia and the others had already fallen, I’d been letting them roam freely around the mansion. Which meant the room should’ve only been used by Lunatia now…

And yet, from inside, I could clearly hear Teresia and the others’ voices.

“(Y-You fools ♡ S-Snap out of it ♡ He’s brainwashed you ♡)”

“(Hmph, even after nearly a full day of nonstop teasing, you’re still so stubborn ♡)”

“(Nyan ♡ Nyan-nyan ♡)”

“(Oh my ♡ Mei, licking there of all places ♡)”

“(Ahh ♡ S-Stop ♡ Haahh ♡)”

…Whoa. That sounded way too erotic for something happening just beyond this door!

“So… what’s going on?”

“Teresia and the others decided ♡ They want to present Lunatia to you as a gift, darling ♡ Isn’t that sweet ♡”

“…Hmm?”

Thinking about it, Lunatia had always seemed to care deeply for her comrades—everyone except me.

So if all those precious comrades willingly gave themselves to me, their so-called enemy, and even helped corrupt her… the blow to her heart would be devastating.

…Not bad.

No, even better. This method would shatter Lunatia for sure.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Hey, Lunatia.”

“Y-You bastard ♡”

The room was thick with a sweet, suffocating scent.

Pheromones—absolutely flooding the place.

Even in this state, the moment Lunatia laid eyes on me, she glared sharp enough to cut.

“It’s your fault ♡ Because of you, everyone’s gone insane ♡ Turn Teresia and the others back to normal ♡”

“Ahh ♡ You mustn’t be rude to Lord Hyuga, Lunatia ♡ As punishment, here’s some extra medicine ♡”

“S-Stop it ♡ Marie ♡ If you give me any more, I really will lose myself ♡”

“No resisting now ♡ I’ll give it to you mouth-to-mouth ♡”

Marie tipped a small vial into her mouth, then forcefully pressed her lips to Lunatia’s, making her swallow it all.

Looking down, I noticed dozens of identical vials scattered across the floor.

“…Sakiel, those vials are—”

“Yep ♡ The same aphrodisiac you had Marie drink when you broke her ♡”

Exactly—the very same drug I’d used to make Marie fall.

No way… did she actually force-feed Lunatia every last one of those bottles? And undiluted, at that?

…Damn, even I had to admit, that was a little much.

“Come now ♡ Hurry and swear your loyalty to Master ♡”

“Kh… N-Never will I submit to this man ♡”

“You say that with your mouth, but your body tells the truth ♡”

“Mmnhh ♡”

The drug was already taking hold.

Lunatia’s body flushed red, her breath ragged, sweat glistening across her skin.

Her personality might’ve been awful, but with a face like that, the sight was mesmerizing.

“Nyan ♡ Nyaaaan ♡ Nyan-nyan ♡”

“Hm? What is it, Mei?”

“Nyaaaan ♡ Purrr… ♡ Nyaaan, nyaaan ♡ Nyan ♡”

Mei tugged on my arm.

She pulled me right in front of Lunatia—who was lying on her back, her hands and legs pinned down by Marie and Teresia, her thighs forced wide open.

I couldn’t understand cat-speak.

So while I tilted my head in confusion, not quite getting what Mei wanted—

“Mei’s saying she wants you to finish Lunatia off, darling ♡ She’s already loosened up real nice, so she’s dripping wet and ready ♡”

“Ah, so that’s it.”

I pulled my pants down and, without hesitation, thoroughly wrecked Lunatia.

Her personality was absolute garbage…

But her face, her body, and her tits—those were all first-class.

And damn, she felt amazing.

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[Afterword]

A Random Tidbit

This author also wants to live a lazy life of eating, sleeping, and fooling around with girls all day.

And if you thought, “Cat-speak Mei is too cute,” or “Marie’s going overboard, lol,” or “Author, just give up already,” —then don’t forget to leave a comment, bookmark, ★ rating, or review!

Interlude: The Busty Hero Party’s Hero Was Blessed

I was born special.

Blessed by the great goddess herself, I came into this world carrying the power of a Hero.

My homeland celebrated my birth with grand festivities.

To have a Hero born in their nation was considered the highest of honors.

And so, to ensure I could one day defeat the Demon Lord, my father—the king—poured every form of training into me.

Swordsmanship, archery, horsemanship, magic…

I mastered it all, even if it meant coughing up blood and pushing my body to the brink.

And the words that awaited me after all that effort were always—

“As expected of the Hero!!”

At first, those words filled me with pride.

I thought they proved that all my effort was truly being recognized.

But that belief wavered for the first time when I defeated a group of bandits who preyed on travelers.

I crushed them with overwhelming force, tearing down villains who had stolen goods and coin from countless innocents.

I felt no guilt in destroying criminals.

And yet… the sensation of taking a human life lingered in my hands.

It felt so vile, so nauseating, that I cried into my pillow that night.

Even then, the words people showered upon me were—

“Truly worthy of the Hero!!”

No matter how vile those bandits had been, the way the adults praised me for killing another human sickened me.

But still—I couldn’t betray their expectations.

Carrying the weight of everyone’s hopes, I grew older, stronger, and eventually took the front lines against the Demon Lord’s army.

Fighting the Demon Lord’s army was easy.

Maybe because I’d been taught since childhood that monsters and demons were enemies of humanity, I felt no resistance when it came to killing them.

Even when I cut down a demon whispering the name of their loved one with their dying breath, I only felt a faint aftertaste of guilt. Nothing more.

…No. That was a lie.

Beasts, I could brush aside without thought.

But as I kept killing demons—people who laughed, cried, and loved just like us—something inside me began to twist with guilt.

Over and over, I tried to convince myself it was nothing.

But with every life I took, that guilt grew larger, heavier, harder to ignore.

At last, I turned to my kind mother and asked her:

Was killing demons really the right thing to do?

Was I nothing more than a mass murderer hiding behind the title of Hero?

And her answer was—

“What you’re doing is right. Because you are the Hero.”

The Hero.

Even my own mother didn’t see me as her daughter anymore.

To her, I was nothing more than the goddess’s chosen Hero.

That’s when I realized it.

The reason everything felt so wrong… was because I was the Hero.

Because of that damn title, I was forced to kill simply because my enemies were “demons.”

And yet, I still couldn’t betray everyone’s expectations.

If I failed to live up to them as the Hero, then I would lose all value.

So I killed my heart.

And then I killed my enemies.

“As expected of the Hero!!”

By then, those words felt like nothing but a curse.

The expectations were crushing. Heavy. Disgusting.

And yet, to fulfill my duty as the Hero, I gathered strong comrades and kept fighting.

Maybe that’s why…

Why I hated him so much.

That otherworlder, Hyuga—the man who carried no expectations, who came into this world alone and lived however he pleased.

I despised him.

So I harassed him over and over.

I sicced monsters on him on purpose, made him face danger again and again.

I thought watching him panic and flee for his life would bring me satisfaction.

…But it didn’t.

No matter how many times I saw it, all it did was leave an ugly weight in my chest.

Looking back now, I deserved to be betrayed.

If only I had confessed honestly about how heavy those expectations felt… maybe something would have changed.

…Yes. Maybe it really would have.

Because Hyuga was a man of courtesy—he repaid kindness with kindness, and enmity with enmity.

Or maybe… deep down, that’s exactly what I wanted.

Not someone to praise me blindly just because I was a Hero—

But someone who would punish me, treat me like the scum I truly was.

“Hah, what’s with the sudden meek attitude!?”

“Kh ♡ Nnnghh ♡”

Pinned down by the very comrades I once trusted, Hyuga ravished me without mercy.

And honestly… it felt good.

This man, who punished me not because I was a Hero, but because he hated me—that felt like salvation.

“Y-You think I’d ever break from something like this ♡”

“This bitch keeps squeezing down on me while mouthing off!!”

The more I resisted, the harsher he punished me.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

I wanted him to break me completely—

To make me atone for all my sins until nothing of me remained.

While those thoughts swirled in my head, the breathtaking beauty by Hyuga’s side smirked and spoke to me.

“Hey, could it beee ♡ You’re actually enjoying being roughed up by my darling ♡”

“T-That’s not—no way I—ahhhhnn ♡”

“Nfufu ♡ Nailed it, didn’t I ♡”

Her words pierced me as if she had seen straight through my heart.

“It’s fineee ♡ Here, you’re just darling’s pet ♡ Forget all about being the Hero, forget everything else ♡”

“Ahhn ♡ Aahhn ♡”

I moaned louder than ever.

Not as Lunatia the Hero…

But as Lunatia the woman—recognized, treated as nothing more than a female.

Then Hyuga smacked my ass hard..

“Suddenly moaning like a slut? Don’t think acting cute now gets you promoted. You’re nothing but a pet!! That’s all you’ll ever be!!”

“Ohhh ♡ As expected of Master ♡ He’s completely conquered even that Lunatia ♡”

“Fufu ♡ To make sure Lord Hyuga enjoys himself even more, here—extra aphrodisiac for Lunatia ♡”

“Nyaaaan ♡”

Ahh… how blessed I was.

Not only my trusted comrades, but even my master himself treated me as a woman, not a Hero.

And just like that… my heart felt light.

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[Afterword]

A Random Tidbit

This author’s a complete sucker for beauties who get warped by the weight of everyone’s expectations.

And if you thought, “Yeah, this one’s really on the people around her,” or “That’s pet number four, baby,” or even “I feel you, afterword,” —then don’t forget to leave a comment, bookmark, ★ rating, or review!