"Therefore, I want you to have sex with my wife."
… The fuck he said?
Gerald Wolfgang. Out of all the people in the world, and he just had to be reborn as this bastard.
An antagonist with no redeeming qualities beyond his handsome face and, well, the rather sizable thing dangling between his legs.
In the original timeline, Gerald would harass the heroines, incur the wrath of the main character, and meet a tragic, miserable end.
That's why, from the moment of his reincarnation—armed with full knowledge of that doomed timeline—Gerald had been doing everything in his power to change his fate.
He mastered the ancient martial arts that were supposed to belong solely to the protagonist. He earned a reputation as one of the academy's brightest graduates. He carefully cultivated trust and friendship with the hero and his companions.
Ten years passed since the story was meant to conclude.
The Demon King was defeated.
The protagonist had married one of the heroines.
And Gerald now stood as an instructor at the academy they had founded together, training the next generation of heroes.
But here, in the middle of that hard-won happy ending, he could hardly believe what he had just heard.
"… What?"
Arthur Lightborn, the protagonist himself, was a man of charisma.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and blond, with a gentle smile that made every girl's heart skip a beat.
And Maya Eisnehower—the heroine who had captured his heart in the end—was supposed to be the luckiest woman alive.
… or so Gerald had thought.
"You heard me, Gerald," Arthur said, his tone suggesting Gerald was the one acting unreasonable.
Gerald rubbed his forehead. "No, I mean—I did hear you. But I don't think we're on the same page—"
"I want you to have sex with my wife," Arthur repeated, slowly and clearly. "Was that not obvious enough?"
This bastard… he can't be serious. "Why?"
"One thing led to another. But the main reason is… our married life has gotten dull. We need a breakthrough."
A breakthrough, my ass.
"Arthur, are you even listening to yourself? You're asking your wife to cheat on you—and of all people, you're asking me?"
Does he have some bizarre fetish? Or is there some kind of hidden attraction to me here?
"Precisely because it's you, I feel more at ease." Arthur spoke as if he were negotiating a contract. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime request. I can't just ask anyone. So I sincerely hope you'll accept."
This was… truly troublesome.
Gerald had always played the role of Arthur's dependable 'yes-man'. Refusing him now would raise suspicions and risk shattering this fragile happy ending.
His gaze flicked toward Maya, who sat with her head bowed. "And what about her? Does she agree to this?"
She flinched. Her crimson eyes flickered uncertainly toward Gerald before she stammered, "I—"
"Maya and I have always shared the same will," Arthur cut in. "Her choice is my choice."
And with that, the verdict was sealed.
Gerald sighed, massaging his temple once more. "…When?"
***
It would be hypocritical for Gerald to truly reject her.
To be fair, Maya Eisenhower was a very attractive woman.
Her wiki page even mentioned her bra size: 36D. And yes—this detail was important, at least in Gerald's mind.
Not as huge as the porn stars he usually jerked off to, but just the right size to fill his palms, to squeeze, to leave marks on.
And she knew how to show them off. Maybe not on purpose, but her old habits from the Order of Magical Knights didn't help: sports bras, spandex pants that clung to her curves, hair tied back like she was ready for a fight.
All Gerald could think about was how good she'd look pinned beneath him.
The motel room's air was heavy with expectation, a space designed for nothing but sex. If not for the unwanted spectator, Gerald would already have shoved her onto the bed and fucked her senseless.
Arthur sat casually in a chair he'd dragged from the dressing table, arms crossed, his stare fixed directly on the bed.
Are you serious?
When Gerald hesitated, Arthur glanced over. "Is there a problem? Do continue."
"Any limits? Things I shouldn't do?"
Arthur stroked his chin in thought. "Just go ahead and try. I'll tell you if something bothers me."
Gerald nodded, approaching Maya where she stood with her back to him.
When he slid his arms around her, she stiffened at first.
"Ugh…" A muffled moan escaped her lips as Gerald's hands grew bolder, pulling her against his chest.
He whispered against her ear, "We can stop if you don't want this."
Her eyes widened. "I…" For a moment, hesitation lingered—until she met Arthur's gaze.
Blushing furiously, she lowered her head. "Promise me you'll be gentle."
Damn it. She should know that saying that only tempts me to do the opposite.
Still, Gerald forced himself to move slowly, fingers teasing instead of groping.
He traced circles across her flat stomach, playful at first. Her breath grew uneven as his hand drifted lower. When his touch brushed the sensitive skin beneath her navel, her whole body tensed.
Is she really this sensitive?
He cupped her sex through the thin fabric, and she nearly collapsed against him.
Her nails dug into his shoulder. "Ahh—" she moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sound.
These pants are like paper. And… wait. No underwear?
His fingers pressed deeper, confirming it.
Holy shit. This woman came out bare beneath spandex? How fucked up are they?
But the discovery only made her squirm harder. She clutched his shoulders like she needed him to hold her up, her hips grinding into his hand against her will.
Then his fingers brushed her clit.
Her entire body jolted. "Nngh!"
Every flick made her thighs shake, every stroke had her gasping and clawing at him.
Gerald focusing on that tiny nub, circling, pressing, teasing it until she was trembling like a live wire. His other hand slipped under her waistband, sliding against the soaked heat of her slit.
She whimpered, "S-stop… please…" tears streaking down her flushed face.
He slid a finger inside, and her body exploded. "C-cumming—!" she cried, convulsing in his arms as hot slickness poured over his hand. Her legs shook, her cries muffled by the bite of her lip as she came hard, spasming helplessly.
Gerald held her until it passed, her whole body going limp in his arms, drenched in sweat and trembling with aftershocks.
When Gerald looked down, Maya's flushed face filled his vision. Her ponytail had come loose, strands of hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks, her breaths ragged and desperate.
Gerald's throat tightened. Fuck.
His hands gripped her body before he could think, lifting her off the floor like she weighed nothing.
"W-wait—!" Maya gasped, squirming in his arms, her hands pressing weakly against his chest.
He didn't care. He couldn't. The heat boiling inside him had already snapped his restraint.
All that mattered was burying himself in her, breaking down every last bit of resistance, and fucking her until she forgot her own name.
He wanted to fill her to the brim, corrupt every innocent thought in her head, make her crave nothing but filth whenever she looked at him again.
Until the voice rang out.
"Stop."
Arthur's chair scraped against the floor as he stood abruptly, eyes sharp. "That's enough for today."