Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 5: Revealing the Past

"What am I doing, for heaven’s sake?! How can I be taking advantage of this young man?! I must be going crazy!" Manaia covered her face, pacing the room in desperation.

Her reactions were too cute not to watch, so I couldn’t resist playing a little prank on her.

"What a delicious dinner you were eating! Don’t you want so more?"

She stared at intently, as if she had seen a ghost or the demon king himself, her breath ragged and her mouth slightly open, glistening with saliva. A drop of my pleasure trickled down her chin, shining under the hut’s dim light.

I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, a husky laugh that ca from my chest and echoed in the small hut. It was an honest laugh, pure amusent at the MILF’s very human and embarrassed reaction. She had caught by surprise, but now it was my turn to enjoy the show.

Manaia jumped at the sound of my laughter. Her eyes widened even further, and she took a small hop backward, stumbling over her own feet, landing on her butt in the sandy floor. It was clear she didn’t expect to be awake, let alone for to laugh at her while catching her red-handed. The sha was almost palpable in the air, and I found her even sexier like that, all red and embarrassed.

"By the gods!" Manaia exclaid, bringing her hands to her mouth, sha coloring her face an even deeper red, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She covered herself with her arms as if she had been caught stealing a pig, or worse, as if she had been caught enjoying sothing very forbidden and delicious.

Still chuckling softly, I tried to speak.

"You don’t have to be ashad. Seriously, I really enjoyed dinner. It was... delicious. Truly." My voice was a little hoarse from the erection, but full of humor and sincere satisfaction.

The matriarch narrowed her eyes at , trying to regain so of her lost dignity. Her gaze was a mixture of fury, but I could also see a hint of lust she couldn’t hide, gleaming in her eyes like embers.

"Shut up, pervert! I was just trying to... clean your wounds!" she said, though her tone wasn’t very convincing. She adjusted her clothes with brusque movents, avoiding my gaze, though her eyes kept darting to my mber, which remained erect and ready for action.

I shrugged, a mischievous, brazen smile on my face.

"Right, right... ’cleaning my wounds’ with your mouth. I really like that healing thod. In fact, I think I’m ready for a second ’dose,’ just in case it wasn’t thoroughly cleaned." I said, shifting my hips slightly so my still-erect mber beca more noticeable, like a brazen invitation she couldn’t ignore.

Manaia scoffed, but I could see a small, barely perceptible smile form on her lips. Despite the embarrassnt, she couldn’t help but feel a little flattered by my impudence. I was different from all the n she had known, and that seed to please her.

"Don’t even dream of it!" she said, trying to sound firm, though her voice still held a slight tremor. She sat down at a prudent distance, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to look serious, though her fixed gaze on my penis didn’t show much seriousness. "We need to talk. There are things I don’t understand about your arrival here, and you’re the only one who can explain them."

I nodded, my smile softening, though mischief still glead in my eyes. I knew the mont of truth had arrived. The atmosphere shifted from the lewd to the intriguing, but I knew the sexual tension was still there, latent between us.

"Alright. Ask whatever you want. I suppose I owe you an explanation... and maybe sothing more, for ’breakfast.’ By the way, before that, what happened? Is everyone alright? I hope the goblins haven’t returned."

Manaia rolled her eyes, but no longer in anger, but with a mixture of resignation, curiosity, and a spark of desire. She was deeply moved. Despite my own wounds and being on the verge of death, I showed genuine concern for the village’s safety.

"Yes, young man. Everyone is safe," she replied with a soft smile. "The remaining goblins fled in terror upon seeing their leader’s death. They won’t return for a while, at least I hope not."

An awkward silence settled between us, broken only by the soft murmur of the wind outside the hut. Manaia, with a serious expression, took a deep breath, steeling herself, and finally spoke:

"I know it’s rude of , especially to our savior, but it’s my responsibility as leader of the White Tail Deer Tribe to protect everyone here. I must ask you: Who are you? Where do you co from? How did you get here? This deserted island is surrounded by very powerful sea beasts; no one in the last hundreds of years has managed to co here."

"I don’t know how I got here," I said frankly. "I activated a magic scroll to escape. I was fleeing from King Charles III, ruler of the Soaring Dragon kingdom. I was betrayed after assassinating the Demon King. They ambushed inside the castle. I didn’t expect them to have so many magical defenses and a way to seal divine energy. In the end, they chained in a dungeon guarded by the King’s entire army, and then I appeared here."

Manaia gasped. A hero, a Demon King assassin, betrayed... the story was as incredible as the strength of the man lying before her.

"I’m sorry," she said in a grave voice, remorse in her tone.

"It’s nothing. By the way, I’m Jax Cole. I’d like to know your na, honorable lady."

"My... na is Manaia. I am the leader of the White Tail Deer clan. I apologize for distrusting soone so honorable. You can recover here, Jax. No one will bother you. If you need anything, just tell . Accept this bow as an apology for the misunderstanding."

Manaia bowed elegantly, though with that, her large breasts, barely covered by a piece of cloth, were revealed a little, causing my little friend to rise.