The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

The notification came with a bitter revelation.

[You have killed a high level demonkin]

[You have gained 5 levels]

5 levels.

And that was it; no special reward, no pat on the back, all they received from killing the Corrupted beast was five levels, which was negligible since most of them could gain that much by killing an excess of 500 low level demonkin, which they now knew was far easier, so it didn't feel like any accomplishment. Especially with the earlier deaths that evening.

"Dina, are you sure you don't want at least a small vial?" Eris asked her fellow hero later that night while the heroes aside from Ikaris sat around a campfire inside of their designated tent, unlike the first time; Dina's magic had been completely sapped away, and she was regaining mana but it was a slow process.

"I'm fine," She replied, unlike the first time as well, the atmosphere amongst the heroes and the encampment on a whole was gloomy, because of the sudden death of the general and a few dozen other known and respected individuals he kept close to him as his aides.

Everyone else had gained levels and so their mana had been restored to maximum, but because of Dina's drawback from using [pulsar] her mana had stayed drained even though she also gained. "Where did Sol and Ikaris go?" Dina asked after a few minutes of elapsed silence between everyone.

"Where else?" Han responded, and saw Dina's expression soften and her cheeks go mellow as she recognised what he was talking about. "You're always asking about them, you ask about their whereabouts every time you get a chance to, you basically stalk the two of them, you should know by now that every time anything happens Ikaris will always leave us for Sol's side to-"

"Well, he IS her master, after all, were you expecting an invite, Han?" Bruce huffed jokingly, and Eris chuckled to his reply, but it was only that; a chuckle.

The atmosphere was too dampening for any cheerfulness to last.

"Ugh," Dina slumped and hugged her knees, listening to the sound of fresh raindrops tapping against their tent. "The general died... does that mean the mission is over again?" She asked. "The army came back, but everyone is in such low spirits that... I can't imagine them fighting anymore; I know we won but I don't even want to fight either, not really."

"Excuse me," Arla's voice sounded from the outside, and all five heroes perked up.

"Yes?" Han asked, staring at the entrance as her hand pushed the opening apart and she entered with a nod to them.

"Dina?" Arla looked at her pupil surprised. "I told you to rest."

"I can't," Dina slightly raised her head and then dropped her forehead against her legs again, and Arla watched her ears slightly redden and slow puffs of steam escape her head. "I felt like I needed some kind of reward, I guess," She mumbled through her legs.

"Aha~" Arla nodded, remembering that as soon as the fight was over Sol and Ikaris had been locked in conversation, and with all their injuries and burns healed by Eris he hadn't even spared a glance to anyone aside from her before they both took off. "-but that is to be expected," Arla continued her thoughts out loud.

"the master and his mistress only ever see each other," She mumbled resting her hand on Dina's shoulder, fully understanding the feeling.

"Did you also come here expecting to find Vestic?" Han looked up at Arla as she removed her hat to allow the rainwater to drip from it.

"No, I came to check up on you lot, you did well tonight, I am proud of you all," She smiled solemnly at them. "Also, I have already contacted her majesty, and sent general Grim's remains back to Argom through a circle, as of right now I am responsible for the demon subjugation army's advance unit, and her majesty has ordered that we continue to the great barrier and repair it at all costs.

"So, no reinforcement?" Usami spoke up.

"In light of the Eldritch incident, it's clear that every moment we delay is another opportunity for the demons to push further into our territory, we need to raise that barrier as soon as possible to re-establish contact with the capital, I also suggested that we leave a small group behind at each outpost to keep watch in seven-day shifts; with our recent advancement in teleportation runes and circles changing shifts is a mere formula away so it is a good idea, that way if something similar happens in the future we will be warned and prepared beforehand, I already have a few people in mind-"

"Why are you telling us all this?" Usami asked, confused.

"This time the battle was won because you; the heroes showed tenacity and willfulness in the face of an overpowering adversary, it is thanks to you that the army is still intact, I am merely doing my job by reporting to you.

Even if I or someone else became general, Argom values your presence more than anything else, so I answer to the queen first, and then the heroes, that is the rank you possess." She gestured to them.

"Oh..."

"Are you sure this is how you want to be rewarded?" Sol asked, staring at Ikaris's raised ass slowly swerving before him as she laid with her breasts pressed into the bed in their room back in Argom, she couldn't answer though, her mouth was gagged, her arms were bound together to her back using the japanese shibari knot, and her eyes were blindfolded.

"Breeg wuwuug mu mahker (please reward me master)" Ikaris continued swaying her ass expectantly while Sol took his sweet time building the tension with his mana-coated palm hovering above her.

"Fine, but I do love hearing your moans though," Sol pressed one hand in her back forcing her into the bed even more as he reached and undid the knot on the back of her head, causing the gag to fall out of her mouth.

Her slave sigils all pulsated violently, and her heavy breath released raw puffs of magic as she was in an intense and nearly overwhelming state of heat and lust, for the last hour or so, Sol had done nothing but play with her, keeping her at the edge of her climax for his own amusement, he had hesitated for the next part, but seeing the expectation in her body language and the way she flinched with every minute move he made, Sol committed to his role.

"M-Master- ah!" Ikaris flinched again when Sol's hand came down on her ass sending an echo across the room. Her fingers spread and knotted along with her toes, and her breathing quickened as she felt the residual magic from his hand penetrate her skin and suck mana from deep within her; her body glowed, and her hair grew in length along with her ears.

"W-Wait, my appearance -Ah!" Ikaris flinched and shook again when Sol's hand fell across her raised ass a second time sending mana rushing through her body as juices flowed down the insides of her legs.

[Activating pulse (minor)]

Ikaris's mouth hung open lewdly as she tried moving to see behind her despite the folds over her eyes, but a moment later she felt Sol's hand on her asscheek, and felt intense heat from his palm as he squeezed into her flesh and growled like a beast behind her, she began whimpering and shaking uncontrollably when she was very slowly entered.

"Ah~ hnnn-master~" Ikaris softly cried, "Please... Gently~" She tried requesting, but jolted in shock when Sol slammed his hips against her ass. Her voice gave out, and her legs quivered while her brain lost the capacity to make rational decisions as she was roughly driven into with the tenacity of a devil.

"I've thought about this for a while now, Ikaris," Sol pulled on her bindings and raised her head, whispering in her ear as his divinity passively activated because of her divinity trying to suppress him.

"I'm not going to hold back this time, and don't even think of passing out like the last time either; tonight I'm going to break you, mind and body!" He sunk his fist in her hair and pulled her onto himself causing her to scream out and shake against him as his entire body exuded heat onto and into her.

"Ugh," Arla laid in her tent staring at the roof with a vacant expression as the rain beat against it. "Responsibilities of being commander now rest on my small shoulders..." She groaned in annoyance, her blouse was opened down the middle, revealing most of her breasts to the cool air, and her shorts were barely hanging on to her hips again while her legs were raised.

"Oh how I wish I could spend the night in his embrace like you can, True Goddess Ikaris," she stared at the ceiling with a complicated smile.

"The man who became a god after saving a goddess and gaining her love," Arla's hand was stretched toward the side of her bed where she clung to her staff smiling as she saw the faint images of Sol and Ikaris's confession the day after their retreat back to Argom, all the way up to the moment their memories of the conversation were erased.

"How could I possibly gain your trust?" She asked, reaching down into her shorts and closing her eyes as her visions focused on Sol's expression the moment before he erased their memories while her fingers found comfort and pleasure inside of her.

The pure power and divinity he wielded, the power that turned a diety into his plaything.

She trembled as she stared at his face, his hands, his demeanor, his superiority and the way he held Ikaris like a man holding on to his most prized possession, unwilling to ever let go of her.

"I also want to be... Hah~" Arla's hips jerked, and she bit her lips expectantly as she drifted away into her own world.

"How... master Vestic, how I wish you would hold me like you do her, how I pray to be dominated by your presence~"