Lewd Debut in Cell Broad Hall
❤️33 Knight Department new building. Cell Broad Hall. The corridor was lined with gleaming white marble pillars. An open, airy expanse. Every time I stepped into this building's hallway, it always carried that refined air.
I headed toward the specialized classroom for our major class. Of course, first I had to check in with my girlfriend.
The White Magic Tower's ambitious creation. I pulled out the latest-model mana terminal. Tapping the screen brought up a string of message windows.
I pocketed the terminal. My heart raced with anticipation. My steps quickened on their own.
I opened the classroom door. The interior was vast. Dome-shaped. Tiered seats lined the edges, with a massive arena-like sparring ground in the center. Knight Department Specialized Classroom. A space like a martial tournament venue.
The atmosphere was off. Rowdy. All the cadets had their eyes fixed on one spot.
At the center. Rozalia.
"Haa......"
The sight of her filled my vision.
Facing her again was horrific. No, it made my dick so fucking hard. A cheer from the depths of my soul screamed out. So provocatively slutty and vulgar.
Descartes von Lugria. This bastard's tastes are rock-solid.
Rozalia's face. Thick golden eyeliner around her eyes, sharply upturned at the ends for a seductive gaze. Her lips glossy with sticky pink lipstick.
Even bare-faced, she was goddess-like. This heavy makeup had one purpose. To broadcast her sluttiness to the world. To soul-snatch men and make them horny as fuck—like a high-class whore. Makeup fit for a tough delinquent girl or a back-alley pimp.
Her outfit was even worse. Cherry blossom hair tied high in twin tails. Perfect for Descartes to grab as handles while pounding her doggy-style.
Below, sheer white silk fabric that showed everything. Teetering on the edge of exposure. The curves of her full breasts, even the edges of her thick, large areolas peeked through.
No bra in the center. Her stiff pink nipples asserted themselves, threatening to poke right through the fabric.
Her nipples weren't dark brown. Like, 'My nipples aren't brown, they're pretty pale pink♡'—broadcasting her cute, delicate pale pink nips for all to see.
Blue ribbons adorned her hair and outfit everywhere. Matching Descartes' blue eyes. Proof she was now his exclusive bitch, his property.
An elegant blue fan in one hand, a pricey gem-encrusted tiara on her head.
Arrogant noble lady mixed dizzyingly with streetwalker trash.
"Fuck... she's so goddamn hot."
My precious Rozalia. Completely dyed in Descartes' colors, standing before everyone. I was going insane.
I licked my lips without thinking. That taboo thrill made my pathetic little dick rock-hard.
The cadets' reactions made it even crazier.
"Wh-what the hell is that outfit? She's not even wearing underwear, right?"
"She's lost it. Nipple color's showing through. Disgusting......"
"......Pathetic. Our knight department's top student spreads her legs for the prince once, and now she has no shame."
"Turns out she's just a bitch in heat without a man's cock. I was the idiot idolizing her."
"Worst. Horny female monkey."
"Gross... go die."
"If your lower mouth grips that good, swing your sword with it."
Cold voices from the noble ladies clustered in the tiered seats. The fall of their admired genius swordswoman. Contempt. Mockery. Disillusionment. Venomous gossip tearing her down poured from all sides.
The commoner guys' reactions were the opposite.
"Sh-shit... fuck. Look at those tits jiggling."
"Showing off her pink nipples so blatantly. Ah, driving me crazy."
"Those blue ribbons. Means she's the prince's. Means His Highness strips that slut naked every night and fucks her raw, right?"
"Fuck, so horny. Licking those nips would be heaven."
Taylor Becker drooled, panting like a sex-crazed monkey.
The other male cadets too. Unable to stare openly, they glanced sideways, crossing and uncrossing legs. Hands over crotches or hunched over to hide their bulging hard-ons.
Even Berga, the Northern Archduke's successor standing a bit apart, had unnatural eyes. His feral beast-like gaze burned with raw lust and thick jealousy toward the prince.
Why're you jealous...? You're obsessed with saints, you prick.
Descartes stepped behind Rozalia.
"Oh my, Your Highness......"
Rozalia covered her mouth with the blue fan, laughing coquettishly. No shame at all. She thrust her chest out further, pressing tight against the prince's crotch.
"If you grope me that rough... hng. My body's heating up again, Your Highness."
"If I wanted eye candy like this, I wouldn't have taken you as my royal dog. Act more sluttily."
"Ho ho, Your Highness is such a tease. Touch me more......♡"
Her hand slithered down, stealthily groping the front of Descartes' pants.
Like scorching lovers who'd fucked countless times. Bold caresses right in front of everyone.
Descartes chuckled mockingly, yanking her waist closer.
My heart pounded wildly. My precious girlfriend, declaring herself another man's property, acting like a bitch in heat. Extreme taboo. Thin precum oozed from my tiny dick.
Then, the classroom door opened, and Instructor Setina entered.
"All eyes front. Class begins."
As sparring prep started under the instructor's order.
Descartes leaned to Rozalia's ear. Like whispering sweet nothings to a lover. Even from afar, I could tell. Reminding her of my past duel win over him, ordering her to crush me mercilessly.
Rozalia covered her mouth with the blue fan, laughing coquettishly.
"Ho ho, as you wish, Your Highness......♡"
She folded the fan. With arrogant steps, she sauntered toward me. Her heavy tits bounced violently under the thin silk with each step. Stiff pale-pink nipples rubbed the fabric, protruding blatantly.
She stopped before me. Scanned me up and down. Eyes like looking at roadside trash.
"Oh my. This is where the empire's noblest breathes. Yet it reeks of lowly commoner."
Provocation. Clear classist insult.
"Can't grasp your place, head held high. Think that fluke win last time will repeat?"
Her rapeseed flower eyes curved arrogantly. Personal attack. Vicious villainess act.
Descartes behind her chuckled mockingly.
"Sparring challenge. Accept? Or you can tuck tail like a coward, no issue."
She stepped closer. Hot breath in my ear as she whispered.
"Refuse. A pathetic knight who can't protect his woman. With a baby dick♥ as tiny as your balls, how could puny Karn beat me?"
Jealousy flared. At the same time, seeing her obey another man and insult me like trash—my dick throbbed uncontrollably. Vision reddened. My pants-trapped little cock burned hot.
"......My honor."
I blurted it out. Rozalia's gaze flicked down. My crotch twitching like a desperate puppy. Seeing it, a hot little breath escaped her red lips.
Like she found it adorable beyond words, a flicker of helpless delight slipped under her arrogant mask. Her pussy's sweet scent already soaked—wet from treating me like dickbait, this situation arousing her insanely too.
A wooden sword was handed over. Sparring set.
The result was obvious. No way I'd win. Rozalia was a transcendent genius swordswoman. Before my freak brain could adapt and counter.
-Thwack! Wham!
"Guhk......!"
The wooden sword slammed my side. Breath caught. Bone-rattling pain.
-Boom! Clang! Crack!
No respite. Her strikes merciless. Shoulder, thigh, gut. Mocking my guard, slipping through effortlessly to pummel my body.
Before my body adapted. She used just enough force to beat me properly. Not serious. Like smacking a disobedient mutt—dispensing discipline.
"That all? The limit of trashy commoner blood?"
"Kuh, haa......"
"Ho ho! So slow. Clumsy. Useless. Guess base blood can't be helped!"
She cackled mockingly. Provocation. Treating her knight like worthless dickbait.
It hurt. Fuck, hurt like hell. Bruises swelling, muscles screaming. But.
Haa... fuck, driving me insane.
My mind burned white with arousal. My beloved woman, another's concubine, beating me like a bug. Shame and pain raced up my nerves, converting to extreme pleasure.
"Crush him! Rozalia. Break that lowly scum's bones!"
Descartes cheered from outside the arena, showing his true colors.
"Oh my... Your Highness♡ My beloved Highness cheers♡. I'll make him crawl here."
Rozalia's breath grew ragged. Tits heaved. Pale-pink nipples stiffened, grinding the silk. Her cheeks flushed with excitement. Beating her masochistic netorare boyfriend like a sadistic mistress—this taboo soaked her too.
"Finishing it."
Rozalia raised her wooden sword. My brain screamed danger, but my body froze.
"Karn. You pathetic, worthless peasant scum...♥ Gonna end you here?"
She whispered lewdly, just for my ears.
-WHAM!!
Vision flashed. Head rocked. Knees buckled. Floor spun up. Body crumpled onto the cold arena floor.
"Aah......"
Vision blurred. But the scene through hazy eyes was crystal clear.
Rozalia tossed the wooden sword aside, rushing to Descartes without hesitation. Tail-wagging bitch to her master. She flung herself into the prince's broad chest.
"Excellent. You've proven your worth."
"Ho ho, for Your Highness, crushing one bug is nothing...... hng!"
Descartes' huge hands roughly seized her waist. He hoisted her up, pressing her body to his chest.
"Aang...!♡ Y-Your Highness......"
Thin transparent silk crumpled. His rough grip mangled her massive tits mercilessly. White soft flesh bulged between fingers. His thumb pinched and twisted the plump pale-pink nipple.
"Ahit!♡ Ungh... ehng♡, Y-Your Hiiighness, too rooough...♡"
Rozalia wrapped arms around his neck, panting in a babyish whine mixed with slutty moans.
"Did so good... Won't you praaise meee...?♡"
"What do you want. Gotta pay for clearing out that clueless bug."
"Ehehehet...♡ Then, empress. The empress seat... is miiine, right...? Later, you'll reallyyy fill me with your seed, right...?♡"
Courting him. Right in the arena center, dozens of knight cadets holding breath. But she acted shameless, coquettish as fuck.
"Obviously. You're my prime fuckhole."
Descartes leaned down. His lips devoured her red ones roughly.
-Smooch...! Slurp, smack!
Wet smacks tore the arena's silence. His thick tongue ravaged her mouth. Rozalia's head snapped back. Tiara wobbled precariously.
-Squish! Gush...! Slobber...!
"Ung...! Chuup, slurrp...♡ Smoooh...♡"
Lips crushed and parted, sticky saliva trailing like silver threads. She slurped his tongue greedily. Tongues tangled near-suffocating. Rough nose-breaths as she hugged his neck tighter.
"Haa, Your Highness' noble spit... so tasty... so taaasty...♡"
Drool dribbled down her chin. Swollen lewd lips. Dilated pupils. Brain melted by the prince's rough kiss—like a bitch in heat.
His hand kneaded her tits then slid down. Grabbed the front of her sheer white silk skirt. Through the fabric, his palm crushed her plump pussy mound, grinding hard.
"Hiiik-!?♡ Your Hiiighness, there... everyone's watchiiing...!♡"
"Soaked. Beat one commoner and your cunt's already drooling?"
"Aang!♡ Haaangk...!♡ Your cheers got me so sensiiiitive, touching makes me haat...!♡"
Descartes rubbed his middle finger over the silk, flicking her clit.
That instant. Head thrown back over his shoulder in ecstasy, Rozalia's gaze locked exactly on me—sprawled gasping on the floor.
'......'
Time froze. Her flushed cheeks. Glossy drool-lipped mouth.
Rapeseed eyes curved lewdly. Gone was the cold venom scorning me as commoner dickbait. Pure sweet, loving, sticky. Secret slutty gaze for me alone.
This what you love, right? Karn. Getting all dyed by another man like this.
No voice. But her eye-smile licked my eardrums directly.
As his hand pressed her pussy hard, she screamed while staring right at me.
"Huoht...!♡ As expected of nobility...♡ My lowly cunt's squealiiing...!♡"
Looking down at me. Fawning on the male who ordered her to crush me.
Squelching from between her legs. Thin silk crushed under his palm, soaked transparent by her gushing clear nectar. So much drool, it trailed down her smooth inner thighs, dripping plop plop onto the floor.
Turned me into her fuckrag. Aroused by the pathetic sight, pussying out like crazy. My pretty girlfriend.
"Haa, haa...... F-fuck......"
A broken rasp escaped my lips. Side throbbed like torn. But bodily pain didn't reach my brain anymore.
Ultimate shame and masochism awakening. Rozalia before me, lewdly tonguing another, transformed.
"Smoooh! Jooohk...!♡ Ng, ung...!♡"
"Hero hero♡...... Jooohk! Smoooh! He♡ Beee... love Your Hiiighness...!"
Fixated on me, she dove back for Descartes' lips. Licked his jaw, shoved saliva in. Sweet intimate world for two. Ignoring the fallen loser completely—that dismissal scratched my nerves raw.
Taboo exploded, slamming my prostate mercilessly.
-Spurt!
Core spasmed. No-hand forced dry-orgasm. Hips twitched, urethra gaped.
No forceful cumshot arc. Pathetic shrunk little dick from penalty. Just a few drops of watery, lame fluid.
-Drip.
The pitiful liquid lukewarmly soaked my panties. Too little to stain my outer pants.
"Ah......"
Vision blackened. All sounds faded distant. Descartes' laughter, Rozalia's slutty wet gasps dimmed.
Sinking into deep darkness. One final loser thought surfaced.
Ah... little dick cums so discreetly, no mess outside. Perfect.
Fuck, this feels so goddamn good......
My wretched consciousness sank fully into sticky depths.