The moon hung high over Orario when Harry slipped out of the Hearth Mansion. Cloaked in the shadows of the night, he darted through the alleys with a speed too fast for the average eye to catch. His magic flared subtly as he altered his appearance—not by much, just enough to look like someone else. His new form was that of a handsome yet forgettable youth: gray spiky hair with blue streaks, brown eyes, and an athletic frame wrapped in a simple yet stylish outfit.
His target? The Ishtar Familia's domain—a den of pleasure, power, and secrets.
The entrance fee was nothing to him. With a casual flick of his wrist, he handed over the necessary sum, barely sparing the gatekeeper a glance before weaving his way through the opulent halls. The scent of perfume and the sound of sultry laughter filled the air, but Harry ignored it all. His focus was sharp. He could feel it now—a powerful magic hidden within the upper floors. It pulsed faintly, radiating warmth and sorrow in equal measure.
Following the trail, he reached a private chamber, the magic's source clearer than ever.
And there she was.
Haruhime.
A delicate beauty wrapped in an elegant red kimono, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders like strands of sunlight. Fox ears twitched atop her head, her green eyes meeting his with curiosity, tinged with a sadness that seemed to weigh down her very soul.
"Ah… another customer?" she asked, her voice soft, hesitant.
Harry gave her a charming smile, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind him. "Not quite. Just a traveler who happened to find something interesting here."
They talked.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, starting with light topics before drifting toward something deeper. Haruhime spoke of heroes—of the dreams she once had, of fairy tales where knights rescued lost princesses.
"But… I can't be saved," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a... I'm not worthy."
Harry's eyes softened. "A hero doesn't choose who to save, Haruhime. If they did, they wouldn't be a hero."
Her green eyes widened, shimmering with emotion, but before she could say anything more, an unmistakable presence stirred outside the door.
Someone was listening.
Harry smirked slightly but didn't react. He simply kept talking, waiting for the inevitable.
Then Haruhime hesitated, shifting awkwardly. "Shall we… begin?" she asked, her face already red.
Harry leaned back slightly, studying her for a moment. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his overcoat, slipping it off his shoulders to reveal the well-defined muscle beneath his shirt. He tugged at the fabric, peeling it away—
Only for Haruhime to freeze completely.
Her eyes locked onto his toned abs, her face flushing a shade so deep it put her kimono to shame.
"A-a man's a-a-abs—!!"
With a high-pitched "Kya!", her body swayed, and—
Thud.
She fainted.
Harry blinked. He looked down at his exposed torso, then at Haruhime's unconscious form.
"…Didn't expect that."
Before he could do much else, the door swung open, revealing an Amazoness who had been lurking just outside.
Aisha Belka.
Tall, tanned, and strikingly beautiful, the woman walked in with an amused smirk, her deep purple eyes alight with mischief. She oozed confidence, her every step deliberate, like a panther toying with its prey.
"Really now? You took this long, and she passed out before you could even get started?" she teased, placing a hand on her hip. "Not exactly impressive, handsome."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his now-gray hair. "You could've joined the conversation instead of just eavesdropping, you know. Or is it you don't believe in Heroes?"
Aisha chuckled, stepping closer. "I don't believe in heroes. But I do believe in good company. Maybe you could change my mind?"
Without hesitation, she unclasped her top, letting it slide down her shoulders before it pooled at her feet. Her confidence was intoxicating—unapologetic, untamed, a raw force of nature.
Harry took a moment to admire her.
Long black hair cascaded down one side of her face, her bronzed skin flawless beneath the soft glow of the lantern light. Gold jewelry adorned her body, accentuating her curves, her dancer-like attire revealing more than it concealed.
Aisha raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see?"
Harry smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Just making sure I drink it all in now. If we start, I might not be able to hold back."
A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Oh? Now that's interesting."
The night that followed was wild.
Aisha was relentless—a woman who thrived on passion, who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Their bodies tangled, their laughter mixing with gasps and whispered challenges. She tested him, pushed him, and in return, he met her blow for blow. The bed quaked hard, yet their joy was louder.
And when dawn finally broke, she lay beside him, spent but thoroughly satisfied.
In the haze of pillow talk, her guard lowered.
"…Haruhime is going to die, you know."
Harry's eyes, still half-lidded from exhaustion, snapped fully open.
Aisha continued, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "The other members of Ishtar Familia and our Goddess herself… they are planning to sacrifice her for her magic. I've done my best to protect her, but my hands are tied." She sighed, frustration in her voice. "I hate it. She doesn't deserve this."
Harry gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his voice calm but firm. "I can help."
Aisha propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze sharp. "Are you an adventurer?"
He nodded. His Form began to flawlessly shift back into his original state.
"Which Familia?"
He smirked. "Hestia." with his voice now resembling one she had heard in the Wargame.
Aisha froze.
She sat up instantly, her eyes widening, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly in shock. "Wait, wait—you're not saying you're that Harry, are you?"
His smirk deepened.
Aisha gasped, the motion making her ample chest bounce.
Then she cooed, running a teasing hand down his abs. "Mmm… well, well, well, now I'm even more interested~."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying you'd want a round two?"
Aisha grinned. "If you really save Haru-chan... I'll make sure to reward you in a way you'll never forget."
Harry chuckled. "Sounds like a deal."
With a wolfish grin, Aisha straddled him, pressing herself against his chest.
"Well then… let's make sure we seal the deal properly, shall we?"
The next morning, Harry slipped out of the Ishtar Familia's domain just as the sun was rising, a victorious smirk on his lips.
Aisha Belka was a damn good woman—both as a person and in bed. But more importantly, he now had inside information.
Haruhime was in danger.
And Harry had every intention of saving her.