Chapter 1582: The Monster in Armor ( 1582 )

Other Continent.

Divinity Nation.

Day 2. A small town on the outskirts of the region.

Julius groaned, slamming his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt inside the woman beneath him. She was bent over the bed, her body jerking with each thrust, her moans rising louder and louder until she cried out, convulsing through her orgasm.

His face twisted with disgust. He reached down and clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her.

"Tch. What a mood killer. I hate loud women. Learn to control yourself."

He buried his cock deeper, grinding his hips against her ass, a low growl rumbling through his teeth. His eyes rolled back as he came, pumping his seed deep inside her, filling her with every last drop. Then he pulled out with a loud, wet pop that echoed through the room.

A thin strand of fluid trailed after him, breaking against her inner thigh. She collapsed onto the mattress, limp, her face buried in the pillow as she passed out.

Julius glanced down at her with a smirk, standing tall at the edge of the bed, his cock still glistening.

"Consider yourself blessed. You were just fucked by the strongest hero in the world. Not every woman can say that."

He stepped forward and stroked his cock once, twice, aiming at her face, and shot the last of his seed across her cheek and lips. A low, satisfied laugh escaped him.

"That’s another blessing for you. Consider it a parting gift. When you wake up, you can tell your husband that the Supreme Leader himself blessed you with a divine gift~. He should be honored. I’m sure he’ll thank me for giving his wife such a memorable experience."

Julius turned at the knock. He placed both hands on his hips, his cock still hard and glistening as the door swung open.

"Julius. You done?"

Angrar peeked in, then pushed the door wide. His eyes landed on the woman sprawled across the bed, passed out cold, her face smeared with Julius’s seed. Then his gaze drifted down to Julius’s cock, still standing stiff and slick, and his expression flattened with visible distaste.

Julius turned to face him, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

"You can have her next. I’m done with her. She was boring."

Angrar glanced at Julius’s cock, then at the woman, then back at Julius. His face twisted slightly.

"I’ll pass. If you already fucked her with that size, I don’t think she’d even feel anything with me after that. And besides..." He gestured vaguely at the woman, then at Julius. "You just made her dirty. Look at her. Your seed is all over her face. She looks like a mess. How am I supposed to enjoy that?"

Julius let out a low laugh, unbothered. He turned away and reached for a cloth on the nightstand, wiping himself down without a care.

"Then find your own. There are plenty of women in this town. Plenty of them would be honored to serve a hero."

Angrar leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, a faint, lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Leader?"

Julius reached for his armor and began strapping it on, adjusting the fit with practiced ease. He glanced up at Angrar.

"What?"

Angrar jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

"The town is preparing a feast in your honor tonight. The officials are already setting up the hall."

He raised both hands, curling two fingers on each into mocking air quotes.

"The ’people’ want to welcome the great Supreme Leader. Perhaps the Supreme Leader can bless their humble little town with his presence~?"

Julius smirked, a slow, arrogant curl of his lips. He finished fastening his golden boots, stood, and rolled his shoulders, letting the weight of his armor settle.

"Of course they do. It’s not every day a town gets visited by the strongest hero alive. They should feel honored just to breathe the same air as me."

He walked out of the room, his stride confident, his crimson robe swaying behind him as it draped over his golden armor. Behind him, Angrar followed at a lazy pace, leaving the door wide open. The woman remained inside, passed out on the bed, her face still smeared, the door swinging gently in the afternoon breeze.

"Where’s Karue?"

Angrar smirked, both hands clasped behind his back as he walked beside Julius. He tilted his head lazily, eyes drifting over the crowd while they continued down the main street.

"Don’t know. Don’t care."

Julius moved with measured grace beside him, maintaining the "kind hero" mask in front of the townspeople. His smile was gentle and radiant as he waved to the crowd. Behind them, a small group of soldiers followed at a respectful distance.

"I want to fuck her again," Julius murmured under his breath, keeping his smile fixed. "But she’s always busy. Always running off somewhere."

"Of course she would be. After the way you left her last time?" Angrar replied smoothly, waving lazily at the crowd. "You made her dirty all over last time. Not just her face but everywhere. You came all over her, then just left her in her room alone, covered in your seed. Her goddess is mad at you, you know. Maekaria doesn’t like her heroine being treated like that."

Julius let out a short snort through his nose, his smile never wavering as he raised one hand and waved gracefully to a group of cheering townsfolk.

"My Supreme Goddess can handle her without a problem. Besides, it’s just a fuck. Nothing more. She should be honored I even gave her that much."

He tilted his head slightly, lowering his voice further.

"I’m already bored with the women in this town. Plain faces. Loose bodies. No challenge. I want something better. Something worth my time. Worth chasing."

Angrar waved lazily at the crowd with one hand, flashing a charming grin as a few people shouted his name. Then he leaned slightly toward Julius, his voice equally low.

"You won’t find that type of girl in this small, dirty town. They’re all the same here."

He straightened up, his smirk sharpening.

"Don’t worry. There’s a party tonight. I’m sure you’ll find someone there. Maybe a merchant’s daughter. Or the governor’s daughter. Or..."

He paused, letting the words hang.

"...perhaps even their wife."

Julius kept his warm, radiant smile plastered on his face, nodding graciously at another family as he passed.

"I don’t want a used woman. I want something fresh. Untouched. Beautiful. Someone who makes my cock hard just looking at her. Someone worth chasing."

Angrar tilted his head slightly, then gestured subtly with his eyes toward a group of young girls gathered near a stall, giggling and pointing at Julius with flushed cheeks.

"You could charm any of those easily."

Julius glanced at them briefly. His smile didn’t waver. His pace didn’t slow. But his eyes turned cold, and his voice dropped into a flat, venomous mutter.

"Their faces are plain. And some of them are ugly as fuck. I wouldn’t get hard even if they stripped naked in front of me. I’d need a bag over their heads just to finish."

( End Of Chapter )