After being banished by the hero, I decided to join another party – the revival of the legendary hero's team! However, the seductive heroine in her thirties clad in a bikini armor has a mysterious reason why she can't fight! - Episode 3

“Are you seriously applying to be Aisha’s partner?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I see. Personally, I think it’s unfortunate. Given her circumstances, there’s not much anyone can do… Becoming Aisha’s partner means exposing yourself to public ridicule. You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely!”

“Alright then. Best of luck…”

After that, Baldo fell silent, offering no further conversation.

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Aisha’s current reputation as an outcast stems from a tragic story.

Once a celebrated member of a legendary hero’s party, Aisha was known as the “Sword Maiden.”

Her title, “Sword Maiden Aisha,” was derived from her skill with the sword and her position as the third princess of the Bourbon Empire. However, she also carried a far less flattering title: “The Discarded Princess.”

In this world, alongside Heroes, there exists a rare class known as Legendary Heroes. Aisha’s role was to fight alongside Kevin, one of these Legendary Heroes, in the battle against the Demon King.

Unlike Heroes, who are usually born under ideal circumstances, Legendary Heroes emerge during critical times, often with key party roles missing. In Aisha’s case, there was no Sage or Saintess to join her party.

This left only Aisha and Kevin to lead a group of knights into the Demon King’s castle.

The result was a catastrophic defeat.

Most of the knights perished in battle.

And then came the betrayal.

When their escape was blocked, Kevin attacked Aisha’s legs, using her as a decoy to ensure his own escape.

He fled, leaving her behind, and pinned the blame for their defeat solely on her.

Later, two knights who miraculously survived exposed Kevin’s treachery.

Aisha’s innocence was proven, and Kevin was exiled.

Though her name was cleared, Aisha herself did not return. Everyone assumed she had died at the hands of the Demon King or his forces.

Thus, the tale of the “Discarded Princess” who was abandoned by the hero became a tragic legend.

Three years later, Aisha reappeared.

However, her miraculous return brought new problems.

Rumors began to spread: during her captivity, Aisha had allegedly become the Demon King’s lover.

Fearful of the scandal, the Emperor branded her with disgrace and stripped her of her royal status.

Even as an adventurer, her reputation followed her, and no one dared to associate with her.

Instead, she was cruelly labeled with names such as “The Tainted Woman,” “The Disgraced Princess,” and “The Demon King’s Concubine.”

I, however, remembered Aisha before all of this happened—before the battle against the Demon King and her fall from grace.

She was a stunning woman with golden hair, tanned skin, and an incredible figure, wearing a bikini armor so skimpy it was practically made of strings. Her large chest and perfectly round hips were unforgettable.

Even in my previous life, I had never seen a woman so beautiful. Her image, with that string bikini armor accentuating her curves, was forever etched in my mind.

Now, she’s around 30 years old. For someone like me, who adores older women, she’s absolutely perfect.

When I heard that she had been recruiting a partner under unique conditions, I couldn’t pass up the chance.

Now that I’m no longer tied to the hero’s party, I can finally apply.

While lost in thought, Baldo suddenly stopped walking.

“That’s her house. Here’s the guild’s letter of introduction. Good luck… If she’s not home, just come back another time.”

With that, Baldo handed me the letter and left.

My heart pounded as I approached the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

When the door opened, there she was—Aisha.

She was breathtaking. I almost got a nosebleed.

Her already large chest seemed even larger now, easily around 100 cm, likely an I-cup. Her waist was slender, maybe 60 cm, and her hips… probably around 100 cm. She had the figure of a gravure idol, no—a gravure goddess.

Her curves were nothing short of miraculous.

“Hmm? What brings you here, young man?”

She wore a bikini armor that left almost nothing to the imagination. How could I not stare?

“Uh, I’m here about the partner recruitment…”

Aisha’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“Oh… So you’re applying? That means you’re okay with the terms, right? Even though I’m much older than you? You’re fine with that?”

“Absolutely. I actually prefer older women.”

“Really? Well, if you’ve made up your mind, there’s no problem. Come on in.”

Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

Without warning, she pushed me to the floor and quickly removed her bikini armor.

Her large chest spilled out, bouncing with a firmness that seemed to defy gravity.

Before I knew it, Aisha was straddling me, her voluptuous figure pressing against me.

“Aisha, please… calm down.”

It felt like a dream scenario, but her overwhelming excitement somehow made me surprisingly calm.

“Hah… hah… You’re going to be my partner, right? You agreed to the terms, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but… can we at least move to the bed?”

It felt like our roles were reversed, but how could I refuse someone this beautiful?

“Alright then…”

She effortlessly picked me up in a princess carry and tossed me onto the bed.

What followed was an intense and passionate encounter that solidified our new partnership.

By the time it ended, the moon was high in the sky.

“Hah… hah… That was incredible.”

And so, I lost my virginity in this world under the best possible circumstances.

“Becoming my partner means this kind of relationship, you know? There’s no going back. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course. I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

Aisha’s partner conditions weren’t just about adventuring—they involved making her my wife.

Marriage wasn’t explicitly stated to involve physical intimacy, but it was implied.

Honestly, I couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman had posted this kind of recruitment.

But her past as the Demon King’s lover had left her shunned by society.

Most men wouldn’t even consider courting her, let alone marrying her.

Her loneliness and desperation likely led to this unconventional arrangement.

At 30 years old, she was considered “past her prime” in this world.

But for someone like me, who loves older women, none of that mattered.

“Haha, sorry! It’s been so long, I got carried away… Forgive me, okay? I won’t be so aggressive next time.”

Aisha apologized with a slight bow, her expression sincere.

“No need to apologize. Honestly, this was a gift. You’re exactly my type.”

“Really? You’re into someone like me? You’ve got unique tastes, huh… Oh? Looks like you’re ready for more. Should we go another round before we discuss the details?”

With that, Aisha leaned closer, and the night was far from over.