Even If I Fall, My Sword Does Not Fall
Thud. The soldiers dropped Louie, the boy they had dragged in from the slums.
Kang Geon had Isabel sprawled across the table, using her mouth like a cunt while his massive hands savagely kneaded her breasts. Without breaking rhythm, he growled,
"Lift your head."
"I-I'm sorry! Please, just spare my life!"
"Stop pissing me off and answer the fucking question."
"Yes! Yes!"
Even while speaking, Kang Geon's hips never stopped slamming forward. Isabel's throat kept producing those wet, obscene noises.
"You're Louie?"
"Yes! I'm Louie!"
"You had a lot of fun playing with Starrostar, from what I hear."
"Starrostar...? Do you mean that older sister?"
"Who the hell else would I mean? Anyway, thanks to that bitch we had ourselves a real good time."
"I-I'm glad it pleased you!"
"So I'm giving you a reward."
"A r-reward...?"
Kang Geon pulled his thick cock out of Isabel's mouth and shoved her toward Louie. She rolled across the floor until her body pressed against the boy. Her hair was a wild mess, her lips and chin glistening with thick saliva, yet none of it could diminish her breathtaking beauty. Louie knew exactly who she was. She was the woman he had only ever dreamed about, an unattainable goddess far beyond the reach of a slum rat like him.
"C-Countess!"
"Lie down."
"Huh?"
Isabel pushed Louie's shoulders until he was flat on his back, then yanked down his pants and swallowed his cock. Even for Isabel, the woman they called the Count's personal toilet, servicing a filthy slum brat lower than the lowest slave was a brutal blow to what remained of her pride. But she could not disobey Kang Geon's command.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Isabel's masterful tongue and suction brought Louie to orgasm in three pathetic seconds. Next came her pussy. She mounted him, guiding his cock inside her and rolling her hips with practiced skill. Her cunt milked him dry in ten seconds flat. Having emptied his balls into the Count's mouth and pussy, the overwhelming pleasure was too much. Louie passed out.
"Wake him."
Slap!
"S-sorry!"
Realizing he had fainted, Louie frantically straightened up.
"Felt good, right?"
"Th-thank you! I will never forget this kindness!"
"This kid says he likes you. Treat him right."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Crane, leader of the Crane Mercenary Company."
"H-hello, sir!"
Louie was impeccably polite to Crane, who clearly held high status.
"You handled Starrostar quite cleverly. How did you know her power had weakened?"
"The first time I saw her, she didn't seem like she belonged in the slums. So I figured she wouldn't attack me if I touched her. I deliberately grabbed her wrist and ran."
After their conversation, Crane offered Louie a position as a squire in his mercenary band. Louie seized the chance to escape the slums without hesitation.
"Thank you for accepting someone like me. May I ask one question?"
"I'm not stingy with my own squires."
"Thank you! If I train and grow stronger there... will I be able to save my sister?"
"From whom?"
"The Kingsley Family."
"You want to save that bitch?"
"Yes. I want to save her and make her my wife."
"You're going to marry that cumrag?"
"She's not a cumrag! She only did it to save me!"
Crane laughed and ordered Row and Turk to bring Starrostar.
Slap! Slap!
Row and Turk returned, smacking Starrostar's ass as they drove her forward. One wrist and one ankle were bound together, forcing her to crawl in an awkward, humiliating shuffle. Her limited field of vision kept her from noticing Louie staring at her in blank horror.
Crane immediately shoved two fingers into Starrostar's pussy the moment she reached him. A thick flood of semen poured out.
"How many cocks have been inside you today?"
"Twelve men."
"How many loads of cum?"
"Twenty-two times."
When Crane curled his fingers and scraped her G-spot, Starrostar came instantly. The hot squirt that gushed from her pussy splattered across Louie's cheek.
It felt like a hammer to the skull. The vulgar, broken creature before him was the same Starrostar who had somehow kept her purity no matter how many times she had been raped. The sight shattered him.
"Shouldn't you greet Louie? He took care of you in the slums."
"So Louie is here."
Starrostar turned. Their eyes met. Louie could find no trace of the noble, pure woman he had once worshipped in her degraded face.
"Louie, shall I suck your cock?"
"No. There are plenty of other cumdumps."
"There aren't many pretty cumdumps like me, though."
Louie was sulking, desperately hoping she would deny it and somehow reclaim the pure white innocence he remembered. But Starrostar calmly accepted the label, crushing his last hope. Betrayed by the very belief he had clung to, rage boiled inside him. He wanted to beat her until the old Starrostar returned.
"Love can bloom even in a sewer. How does it feel to see your first love fallen so low?"
"It's truly... filthy."
Louie barely swallowed the curses rising in his throat.
"When that happens, you forget with sex. Kei has trained this bitch's cunt well. It's tight and juicy now, completely different from before. Go ahead and taste it."
"Thank you."
Louie stepped toward Starrostar. She obediently spread her legs and offered her pussy. And so the boy became a man.
The arena in Eben was thriving. The roar of the crowd shook the stands.
Right here, right now, warriors have stepped forward to face Eben's Witch! The Blood Witch herself! Will they survive the encounter?
Kei descended, landing lightly on the arena floor. The iron bars rose, and several men emerged. They were the Kingsley Family.
The woman known as the Witch, Yuna, dropped from the sky. The crowd erupted in frenzied cheers.
Kang Geon sat in Isabel's private box, enjoying Stella's devoted oral service.
"If you want, I can spare them."
Stella never stopped sucking his cock, focusing entirely on pleasuring her Master.
The match began, and a one-sided massacre unfolded. Stella swallowed every drop of Kang Geon's thick load, then looked down at the arena floor. It was soaked with blood. She felt nothing.
"Master. Please allow me to become your knight. Let me spread your will across the land and punish all who dare oppose you."
"You're still far weaker than me."
"Even so, I can at least ease some of your burdens."
"Not a bad idea. Then, as a celebration of your knighthood, masturbate with Andra."
"Thank you, Master!"
Stella summoned the corrupted holy sword and pushed its hilt deep into her pussy, thrusting it frantically.
"As a sign of submission, may I kiss your glans and your asshole, Master?"
Kang Geon stood. With Andra still buried inside her, Stella pressed her lips to his cockhead in a deep, worshipful kiss, then moved lower to kiss his asshole with equal devotion.
"I will become a useful knight, both as your sword and as your personal pussy."
Thus was born Kang Geon's first slave knight.
Kang Geon left Stella in Isabel's care. She would know exactly how to make use of a broken S-class knight who had become a perfect cumdump.
"Starrostar."
"Yes, Count."
"Are you planning to keep that name?"
"......"
"You're not foolish enough to hope the Knight Templar will come rescue you, are you?"
"No."
No one from the Knight Templar could save her now.
"Then do you intend to return to them?"
"Never."
She could never return with a corrupted Andra and a body stained beyond redemption.
"I have a name ready. Stella."
"Stella?"
"Yes."
"Good. From now on, you are Stella."
"What would you have me do?"
"First, deal with your former squire."
"Emil was still alive?"
"He's in the dungeon. End his suffering."
Stella descended into the prison. Emil had become both a plaything and a practice dummy for the torturers.
"GYAAAAAAGH!"
A hot branding iron pressed against his thigh, tearing a horrific scream from Emil's throat. Not a single part of his body remained untouched. One eye was gone, every tooth had been ripped out, and even counting all his remaining fingers and toes together, the total fell short of twenty.
Only then did Stella understand why Isabel had told her to end his pain.
"Who the hell are you?"
The fat, foul-smelling torturers stared at Stella, openly drooling over her face and body.
"S-Starrostar... You've come..."
Emil's ruined vocal cords produced a grotesque rasp.
"To... save me..."
Stella drew Andra. Even if he escaped this place, the aftereffects would ruin him for life, and Isabel would never allow him to live. Ending it here was mercy.
"Kill him? That's our toy. If you want to break it, you need our permission."
A torturer's hand groped Stella's shoulder and slipped beneath her clothes. Emil was certain that not only would they violate her, but his own head would soon roll.
But Stella's reaction was the exact opposite of what he expected.
"Haaang..."
When the torturer pinched her nipple, Stella moaned. His hand moved between her legs.
"Fucking whore. You're already dripping."
"What must I do to earn your permission?"
"Let us fuck that pussy."
"Understood."
The torturers grinned with rotten teeth. To have a woman like this, they would normally need to save for an entire year, yet here she was, freely offered. They were ecstatic.
"You've probably dreamed of tasting this pussy every single day while following her around. Too bad we get to eat it first."
"We'll use this cunt well, the one you could never have even if you chased her your whole miserable life."
At their gesture, Stella lay down on the filthy floor that no one ever cleaned. Her beautiful body rested upon decades of accumulated grime. One torturer dropped his pants. His cock was covered in boils and oozing pus, a diseased monstrosity that even the cheapest whore would refuse. It plunged into Stella's pussy.
"Huk! Huk! Huk! Huk! Huk!"
His flabby body jiggled violently. Stella's raised legs shook in vulgar rhythm.