"Hmm," the chamberlain was peering at me in wonder, and then he nodded. "All right then, you'll be cleaning the baths."
"Understood."
And just like that, I was hired, along with a small number of desperate people willing to risk their lives for some food, coin and housing.
Even though we all aware that we could lose our lives at a word from Herman and Irene, we accepted the task stoically. For me, there was one added benefit – I had been running out of money because of the insane fees I had to pay at the inn, but now I didn't have to worry about food and accommodation.
And if Herman or Irene tried to kill me on the spot, then I could only fight back. However, that was the last resort. I had other things in mind…
Honestly, I dreaded confronting Herman and Irene in open combat. For all of his foibles, Herman was a formidable foe. After all, he was the one who defeated the Demonic Emperor, which made him the strongest Hero in the present day. His ability was beyond question, and even without knowing that, I had fought alongside him for years and had firsthand witnessed his sublime skill with his holy sword. Fighting him would be suicide.
And then there was Irene. Her healing spells and divine blessings made her a difficult opponent, even without Herman to protect her. Trying to challenge the both of them together was overly reckless. Even if I normally devise a method to split them apart so that I could take them out one by one, I had no guarantee that I would win against even Irene in single combat.
Furthermore, the both of them were so inseparable that they might as well be a single entity. There was no way I could ambush them individually.
The days at the palace passed by slowly, and I was tasked with cleaning the baths. Hurrying along the corridor that took me from the servants' rooms to the massive bathroom, I would pass by certain incidents.
Herman and Irene were as horny as ever. The both of them, when not in public, would literally spend all day fucking each other. There was once I spotted the both of them sneaking into a storeroom and barricading it, only to make love desperately.
"Ah…Herman, you're so…big…ah…"
"You're so wet, Irene…so amazing…!"
"I want to be one with you…ah!"
"Yes…let's become one!"
Even from behind a closed door, I could hear them moaning, gasping and whispering honeyed words to each other. If I really wanted to, I could use the x-ray function to watch them have sex, but I had no such hobbies.
Furthermore, if they realized that I was spying on them, they would execute me. So I hurried toward the bathroom, so as to prepare the stage for my revenge.
The bathroom…was quite the inappropriate word. The chamber was the size of a huge manor, with a gigantic pool of water that was constantly filled by geysers from elegantly sculpted fountains. I guess a bathhouse was more accurate, but compared to the massive manor, which stretched over an area equivalent to that of a huge village, it was but one of the many large chambers. Impressive to a commoner like me, but just barely passable by the standards of nobles.
Which was ridiculous, when you consider that the whole place was inlaid with gold and marble, in addition to the marble fountains and statues that dotted the walls. It was probably more luxurious and extravagant than the bathhouse belonging to the royal family. Not that I had ever seen the royal palace, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Hero's bathhouse was more expensive.
Not only that, this entire place was solely dedicated to the use of only two people. The servants were not allowed to set foot here, except me because I was the cleaner, and I obviously was not allowed to use it. If I did, I would be executed and burned at stake for burglary or some stupid reason like that.
I had no plans to reveal myself just yet, so I worked hard to clean the place as best as I could. While I did so, I began the preparations for my plans.
*
"Finally…"
Both Herman and Irene entered the bathhouse, eager to wash off the perspiration that clung to their bodies after a full day of activity.
"We can clean ourselves." Irene shuddered and began stripping off her priestly robes. "Damn, but I hate having to deal with the filthy masses. Every time I come within a few meters within them, I feel as if the dirt and taint from their commoner blood will pollute me."
"It's not that bad," Herman assured her. Having been once a commoner, he didn't share her prejudice of commoners, but he had been elevated so high up that he no longer counted himself as one either. He hugged her and kissed her on the lips. "No matter how dusty or sweaty you are, you will always remain beautiful."
"Oh, Herman, you're such a flatterer."
Irene giggled as she wrapped her hands around his neck and returned the kiss. Their tongues intertwined and mated and they moaned.
Divested of the last of her undergarments, Irene then tugged at Herman's tunic.
"Of these go. Hurry up and get naked too."
"How impatient." Herman chuckled, and with his wife's assistance, he shrugged off his clothing. Irene stepped out of her robe, the silky fabric having pooled at her feet, and carelessly kicked it away before unbuttoning her husband's trousers.
"Hurry," she mouthed as she kissed him almost desperately, her body burning feverishly. "I can't wait any longer."
"I know. Neither can I."
Herman chucked his trousers, revealing just how big he had grown. Irene smiled at the sight and gently ran her fingers over his shaft, causing him to shiver in pleasure.
"I want you inside me. Now."
"Can't even wait until we get inside the bath, huh?" Herman shook his head, amused, but he was burning just as hot as his wife. Placing his hands on her waist, he drew her to him, pressing his hot member against her moist crotch, rubbing it and causing Irene to gasp.
"Now," she almost begged, lifting up her right leg and hooking it over Herman's hips. The two of them whirled about, their bodies entwined. Their arms and legs wrapped around each other, and Herman placed his hands around Irene's bottom, lifting her up slightly.
Then he thrust into her in a single stroke, causing the both of them to gasp. Irene's moist muscles clamped down around him and he gritted his teeth, almost unable to withstand the pleasure.
"I love you," he told Irene.
"I love you too," she replied, and then kissed Herman.
While the both of them were engaged in their frantic lovemaking, they didn't notice one of the fountains suddenly stopping its geyser. Shaped like a lion, the majestic sculpture slowly rotated about, its marble eyes blankly watching the horny couple.
Then the lion spat out a single stream of hydrochloric acid from its mouth, dousing Herman and Irene while they were at the throes of their lovemaking, having just reached their climax. Herman's head was so filled with pleasure as he ejaculated into Irene's womb, and Irene was shuddering from her own orgasm as she wrapped her hands around the back of Herman's neck and brought him to a deep kiss, that neither of them noticed the geyser of acid until it was too late. They were too busily kissing to see the slight change of the lion fountain's stance.
This was a plan several days in the making. During my employment as a servant, I had diligently cleaned the bathhouse, but I had also used the opportunity to make modifications of my own. On the pretext of cleaning the room, I had customized one of the fountains – the lion one that had just swung about to unleashed the torrent of acid that had now doused the Hero couple.
The very same acid that was found in the stomachs of monster pitcher plants. The little baby pitcher plant that I had captured that time in Shadowmoor Forest, I had cultivated it and collected its acidic juices inside a vial. And finally, I had the chance to replace the water in one of the fountains with acid, constructing a valve to shut off the flow of water from the pipes, and creating an alternative pool from which it would shoot acid instead of water.
The result was almost instantaneous. The acid melted their skin, causing their flesh to dribble down in molten slags, and fused them together. Their lips dissolved and solidified, sticking their faces and mouths together, as did the fronts of their entire bodies. Irene's huge breasts melted into Herman's chest, and their groins, their crotches and sex organs melded as acid dissolved the skin all over their loins, causing it to run together.
It wasn't just the front of their bodies. Their limbs had merged into each other's bodies as well, Irene's hands and fingers onto Herman's back and shoulders, while Herman's hands and fingers fused with her bottom. He had been in the midst of thrusting as deeply into his wife as he could, so that he could ejaculate into her (or in cruder terms, give her a full cream pie). Their legs had also melted into each other, Irene's left leg becoming one with Herman's right. Meanwhile, her right thigh had melded into his hip and the lower leg had combined with his waist.
While their corroded, dissolving flesh melted, ran and dribbled across each other, both of them experienced excruciating agony. Every part of their body had been soaked in highly corrosive acid, their flesh gone. It was only because of their constitutions – being part of the strongest Hero party who slew the Demonic Emperor – that they had survived thus far.
"Mmph!"
Both of them were clearly screaming and shrieking in pain, but were unable to because their mouths had fused from the acid. Muffled cries echoed throughout the bathhouse. The two of them stumbled about, but the soles of their feet had stuck to the floor and they were leaning against each other, so they didn't topple over.
Right now, they resembled a grotesque sculpture, an abomination designed by a lunatic living in hell. A monstrous abomination of two fused human beings, their skin running off in molten flakes.
Well, both Herman and Irene said that they wanted to become one with each other. I had kindly granted them their wish.
Despite the hellish pain that she was suffering, Irene tried to cast a healing spell.
Before she could complete the casting of her healing spell, however, I emerged from the shadows. Over the last few months, I had mastered the use of the demonic weapons that I had pilfered from the treasury of the Demonic Emperor. The black sword, Nocturne, allowed me to cast shadow magic.
Thanks to that, I was able to conceal myself in the shadows and infiltrate the bathhouse the moment the psychotic couple entered it. I continued to hide in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity. And now that opportunity presented itself, so I emerged from the shadows, the darkness being sucked into my black sword.
Of course, I didn't use Nocturne to slay Herman and Irene. That would have been too easy and too quick of a death for them.
After all they did to me, they deserved to suffer.
Producing the Blood Spear of Longinus, I pierced the both of them through their hearts, the tip punching through the back of Irene's back, passing through their fused breasts and chest, and finally exiting Herman's back.
In that single stroke, I sealed Irene's magic, as well as Herman's. Neither of them would be able to cast any spells so long as they remained stabbed by the spear.
And with that, my revenge had begun. The next morning, I would be the servant who found the poor, crippled couple – embroiled in hellish agony – in the bathhouse when I carried out my daily cleaning job according to the usual schedule drawn up by the chamberlain.
Nobody ever suspected that I was actually the culprit.