Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Fruit of Wisdom
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The first sight that caught Agnes's eye was the cracked walls and floor, hinting at the brutal training that had just taken place.
The arena, which even seasoned knights couldn't damage in a proper spar, was wrecked to this extent—practically the aftermath of a real battle.
Against one wall slumped a unicorn, hanging limp. It must have passed out from the grueling training, not even twitching a muscle. A twinge of pity stirred in her, but recalling how it had declared her a virgin back in their first year soured that sympathy into a sense of justice served.
But soon worry crept in. If even the mighty divine beast called a unicorn was in this state, how badly hurt was Arthin?
"Give up...! I win...!"
"You pervert... ugh...!"
At the sound of Arthin and Princess Marianne's voices from a corner of the arena, Agnes whipped her head around. They were still going at it?
But the scene that met her eyes was one she struggled to comprehend.
Arthin was pinning Princess Marianne down by force, positioned behind her as if trying to rape her.
His hands were even stained with blood. Whose was it? Both hands were drenched, a sure sign someone had been seriously injured.
'A... Arthin...?'
What in the world was happening? For a split second, Agnes wondered if this was some scheme by the 'villain' Arthin had mentioned, but she decided she had to stop it and flung open the door, charging into the arena.
"S-stop it, Arthin! Rape is wrong!"
*
I'm screwed right now. I can't fathom what I was thinking earlier.
Was it the tonic—aphrodisiac—I took? Obeying Little Arthin's stiff command, I'd tried overwhelming Big Sis Marianne with sexual attacks to win, but that was idiotic.
"If you let go now, I'll only half-cripple you... Let go, you pervert...!!"
At first, groping her sensitive spots—breasts, ass, thighs—made Big Sis Marianne's strength melt away noticeably.
'Why didn't I realize this bliss in my past life!'
In the kingdom's martial arts, boxing strikes hurt like hell, but wrestling was another story. How often do you get to freely fondle Big Sis Marianne's naturally lioness-like royal tits or her training-sculpted plump ass?
Dozens of warriors must have requested spars just to target those massive breasts rivaling Shaomei's.
"Hah... stop... stooop...!!"
Before I knew it, I'd pulled her into a half guard, ostensibly to submit her while savoring the femininity hidden in her rock-hard muscles. What a moronic move.
As I indulged in those naive thoughts, the moment her arm muscles bulged with tendons, I understood why my past self never realized such "happiness."
"Crunch... I said stop... you pervert..!!!"
Thud!
With one hip thrust, I was launched into the air from my advantageous half guard.
As I panicked and tried resetting my wrestling stance, Big Sis Marianne snatched me with one hand and slammed me down like an adult finally getting serious with a playful kid.
'Fuck, fuck! It's like grappling a bear!'
Our positions flipped in an instant. Pinned in mount, I stared at her raised fist, her arm muscles and tendons bulging with rage, realizing just how fucked I was.
"S-Sis...?! That'll kill me if it lands!"
"Sis? Yeah, if my little bro's gone astray, it's my duty as big sis to end him honorably with this fist, right?"
Ah, this is a serious punch incoming.
'Can I block it with a guard up?'
I desperately tried chanting a spell, but that fist would smash down faster than I could cast. Dying like this? My harem life, ending so pathetically.
'Fuck, that's why they say living like a dickhead gets you fucked...'
"I'll tell Agnes it was an accident. Farewell!"
As Big Sis Marianne hammered down toward my head, I was certain death had come.
And then, a miracle happened.
"Hyah?!"
In that brief moment, I slipped her momentary lapse in grappling, took her back, wrapped my arm around her waist into a par terre position, and pressed down with all my weight and mana to pin Big Sis Marianne.
'Al-most died!'
The instant my mind accepted death, my body—having tasted womanly flesh—triggered racial breeding instincts. When my swollen Little Arthin brushed her ass from on top, Sis flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, giving me the opening.
'Saved my life with an erection, but... now what?'
"Don't let go! If you do, you're dead, Arthin!!"
I pinned her bucking hips desperately trying to escape par terre. Even drawing on the unicorn's holy power I hadn't used before, I held the exhausted Sis Marianne—from her bout with the unicorn.
"Hng...! Hyah...!! Where'd this strength come from..!!"
"Give up...! You can't escape now that you're tired!"
Fearing she'd solidify her posture, catch her breath, and build power, I taunted her to surrender while lightly scratching her pride.
"Give up...? You telling me to surrender..!! You punk..!"
As expected, Sis—hating defeat or the word "surrender"—thrashed with full power to break free.
'I-inventory! Frost Giant's Blood ampule!!'
I frantically pulled the pre-bought giant's blood from inventory, crushed it in both hands, and soaked my palms red.
⚙ TITLE ACTIVATED ⚙ Academy's Red Madman Your blood-soaked fists are renowned across the academy. Combat power rises based on the quality and quantity of blood on your body! The title's performance was as reliable as ever after so long.
With the giant's blood coating my hands, power and vitality incomparable to before surged through me.
Like reclaiming some of my 4th round peak physical specs, I matched Big Sis Marianne's full resistance with my own full power.
"Gah..!! Sudden strength..!! What the hell did you use..!!"
"My last hidden reserve! Please give up now!"
In our back-and-forth tug-of-war, my advantageous position let me endure until Big Sis Marianne's strength finally waned.
"Give up...! I win...!"
"You pervert... ugh...!"
With both of us gasping, facedown Big Sis Marianne had few ways to shake me off from behind.
But the problem? Maybe too little blood on my hands—the giant's power was already fading.
'Duration over already? I almost had her..!!'
Worried I'd lose my hold on her hips and face who-knows-what—death?—another miracle descended.
"S-stop it, Arthin! Rape is wrong!"
Glancing back, I saw Agnes drop her basket and rush over. Like a heavenly army to me, I screamed with all I had.
"S-save me, Agnes!! I'm gonna die like this!!"
"..Huh? What?"
Overjoyed, I yelled for help, and Agnes froze, seemingly assessing the situation.
"Y-you... opening!!!"
Big Sis Marianne didn't miss my imbalance from turning to Agnes.
A clean reversal—I rolled two turns on the floor before she pinned and submitted me.
"P-pervert..! I'll kill you now!!"
Too exhausted for oxygen to reach her brain? Ignoring Agnes entirely, Big Sis Marianne swung at me.
"N-no!!"
Thwack! Thud.
Agnes, rushing to stop Big Sis Marianne finishing me, struck her nape with a hand chop, knocking her out.
"..S-Sis?"
I shook the sis collapsed atop me—no response, out cold. Only then did I sigh in relief and look at Agnes.
Still confused, Agnes teared up, eyes flicking between me and Big Sis Marianne.
*
"...So, to beat Princess Marianne, you went as far as lewd touches?"
"...Yes, that's right."
After laying Big Sis Marianne on a sofa in the corner, I knelt before Agnes and explained everything.
"I don't get it. Were you that pent up, Arthin..? Nothing like this happened with her in your past life."
"S-something's wrong with me lately. Alchemy these past days built it up, couldn't see you girls, took that tonic for stamina... lost my mind..."
Yeah, my recent state was off. Stepping back from Sion was one thing, but going into heat over the unicorn and eyeing Big Sis Marianne sexually? Not like before.
Like the saying about late thieves being scariest, my head felt fogged with lust.
But I couldn't return to jacking off as peak pleasure and chicken with cold beer as bliss. Stuck, I hung my head, avoiding Agnes's eyes.
"....Haa."
Agnes sighed. She must think I'm pathetic. Even with harem approval, not mindless dick-swinging.
'If she reconsiders the engagement, what do I do..?'
As worst-case scenarios swirled, Agnes pulled a handkerchief from her bosom and approached my sweat-drenched body, gently wiping my face.
"I was insensitive. If I'd known you craved love that much, I'd have made time to see you."
"...Y-you forgive me, Agnes?"
I looked up slowly. Cheeks puffed, still mad, she glared daggers.
"Not saying you did good. But even accounting for that, we've burdened you too much. Legion Commander? You'd overwork solving national issues alone."
Overwork? I wanted to retort, but my recent stunt silenced me.
"...So from now on, Shaomei and I will alternate, spending at least 30 minutes a day with you. Violet wants to take it slow too, right?"
"...No, that'd strain your schedules..."
As I protested, Agnes snatched my hand, pulling it to her chest in a tight embrace.
So soft, so warm. Looking up, her flushed face gazed at me pitifully.
"Please, don't try handling everything alone like in your past life—or the one before. We see how precarious it looks from the sidelines."
"Agnes..."
Hard to grasp. I couldn't see myself through their eyes. But those teary eyes left me speechless.
Watching me, Agnes kissed me. Peach-scented.
Parting lips, her face red as her eyes, she stared.
"Right now... I want to fill your need for love."
Suddenly, I realized how close we were. My body, fresh from full-throttle combat, still aroused—the bulge obvious over my tight wrestling gear.
Agnes slowly stroked my manhood, shy-faced.
"S-since last time, I studied a book Shaomei lent me. H-how to satisfy men... with my mouth too."
I clenched my fists unconsciously. Was I the world's happiest man?
*
"Chup... chuuup..."
Lewd sounds echoed through the arena.
Arthin sat in a chair, Agnes kneeling before him, awkwardly mimicking the book's techniques as she lovingly serviced his cock.
"Chuu... Feels good? Arthin?"
"Yeah, amazing. Keep going, Agnes..."
Seeing Arthin pleased, she beamed like she'd succeeded, sucking harder—the princess's sight stirring even taboo desires in any watching man.
Of course, the only man present was Arthin.
..The issue? He and Agnes weren't alone.
'...W-what the hell is this?!'
How much time passed? Regaining consciousness, the unicorn couldn't open its eyes fully.
"Churup... chuuup.. smooch.."
Just a month ago, the princess—purest woman it'd acknowledged—was sucking Arthin's filthy manhood like a candy carrot.
'Scandalous! With me lying right here, how could they...!'
Unicorns were chaste; their race reproduced not by sex but by merging powers to create newborns. Their sex knowledge was infant-level.
Yet their purity power—given to rage at filth and block corruption—instinctively knew: that was depraved, lust-filled man-woman intercourse.
'How can she take something that huge..!! And that's where urine comes from..!!'
Peeking through slitted eyes, the unicorn couldn't comprehend Agnes. Love between man and woman should be pure and noble—how could this epitome of etiquette and purity mouth such filth?
To the unicorn, Arthin was the culprit. Defiling virgins, forgetting purity's value, corrupting with depravity. It couldn't grasp why such a man was its contractor... partner.
But unbeknownst to itself, when Arthin called it "partner," it'd been happier than ever. Even now, watching him defile a woman, it felt no righteous hatred toward such a lecher—a unicorn's duty.
Instead, between its legs grew damp, but the visual feast blinded it to its body's change.
'U-using her tongue like that, kneading it with her hands...?!'
Gulp. The unicorn swallowed dryly, watching Arthin and Agnes's oral sex to the end.
An ancient elf proverb goes: the unicorn bit the fruit of wisdom.
Its pure white began staining with another's color.