Chapter 24: The Pathological Liar Knight's Brutal Lesson (2)
Martina was one of the strongest knights in the city. It wasn't due to connections or luck—this was the result of her own desperate, relentless efforts. From the moment she entered Renes's service and steadily built up her contributions, and even before that, during her academy days when she threw herself into training and studies without respite.
'Look, the nerd's walking by.'
But dedication meant ignoring everything unrelated to her goals. To achieve top grades, Martina sacrificed her youth and neglected her social life, drawing sidelong glares from those around her at every turn.
'What's fun about just studying all the time?'
'So what if her grades are good? She has no time for men.'
'Bet she's unpopular. Poor thing.'
These were just the snide remarks of jealous underachievers. She tried to brush them off inwardly, but a faint unease lingered in the corner of Martina's heart. Would preparing for the future like this really bring happiness? Was she using studies and training as an excuse to sacrifice something truly important?
'No, I'm not wrong. Dating can wait until after I get a job.'
Yes, once she had money and honor, everything would fall into place. Clinging to that belief, Martina gritted her teeth and pushed on, finally earning her spot as one of the three knights under Renes, lord of one of the kingdom's most prosperous territories. A position where she could grasp anything she desired.
At first, Martina strutted with pride, but upon claiming her seat among the three knights, she realized even maintaining it was a struggle. Any shortfall in qualifications meant expulsion, and worse, one of the other knights edged her out just slightly, making the top spot unattainable.
'This won't do. How did I climb this far just to stall?'
So Martina grew obsessed with her knightly duties, naturally leaving no room for the vague romances she'd daydreamed about in school. As her anxiety swelled—Am I on the wrong path?—she shoved it down, projecting confidence at every moment.
'I-It's fine. With my status, men will come crawling without me lifting a finger.'
Wealth, ability, and a charismatic appearance honed for the role. She had it all, the ultimate bride material. Yet no man had ever shown bold interest. Sure, her position as a three knight inspired envy, but in this society, men lacked the guts to court women outright. They might pine from afar but never approached. Over time, Martina resigned herself completely to a life without men.
'Forget romance. All I need is loyalty to Lady Renes.'
She'd lived for that alone, so she assumed her life would continue unchanged. A man entering the picture? Unthinkable.
Until now...
"So, are you ready?"
"Y-Yeah, of course. Obviously."
Now in the bedroom, Martina set aside her armor piece by piece and took position before Adrian. She'd stripped down to just the full-body stockings that served as her undergarments, barely covering her vital areas.
"You gonna keep those on?"
"O-Obviously. My body's too much for a guy with little experience, right?"
Martina answered Adrian's question casually, but inside, her heart pounded wildly.
'N-No way I can strip fully. Showing this much to a man for the first time...'
Her only direct male interactions had been work-related, with zero physical contact. Shame like nothing she'd felt before overwhelmed her.
'All my important parts are basically exposed. I-Is this really okay?'
Just removing the crotch cover had her body burning up. But backing out now? Her pride wouldn't allow it. Composing herself, she watched as he scanned her body with a satisfied grin and stepped closer.
"Yeah, maybe this is hotter than fully naked."
"H-Hold on. Staring that hard is... Ngh?!"
His heavy hand clamped onto her breast. Every nerve in Martina's body lit up as she shot him a bewildered glare.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Sorry. Your body's so gorgeous, I couldn't help it... Was I not supposed to touch yet?"
His tone was far too light for a "mistake." But Martina didn't notice. With no experience, she couldn't tell if a man groping a naked woman first was abnormal.
'I-Is this normal?'
Maybe men initiated skinship. That hopeful thought, combined with her passive stance, led her to one conclusion.
"W-Whatever. A newbie like you gets curious, sure. Go ahead, grope all you want."
"For real?"
"Yeeeah~ Be grateful for this mercy from mighty Martina~"
Bluffing with forced nonchalance. Relieved to gloss it over, she watched Adrian flash a sinister smile and extend his malicious hand.
"Alright, I won't hold back then..."
His thick palm enveloped her ample breasts. Squeezing from the front, kneading thoroughly, even shaking them side to side. Unfamiliar with such contact, Martina flushed with embarrassment but crossed her arms, feigning composure to hide her inexperience.
"Ngh... Nn..."
A faint moan escaped. Hearing it, Adrian kept kneading and asked,
"You okay? Am I squeezing too hard...?"
"N-No? It's so boring I'm yawning."
In truth, electric tingles shot through her. A world apart from solo play. Refusing to yield, she met his eyes as he closed the distance further and whispered,
"Martina. Can I kiss you?"
"W-What?"
"A kiss. Unless you've never..."
"N-No!? I've kissed tons! With all my experience, how could I not have?!"
A total lie. She'd only harbored a vague longing deep down.
"Cool, then it's fine with you."
"Y-Yeah, sure..."
The moment of truth arrived. Martina froze as his lips approached.
"Here goes..."
Their lips met. Her first real kiss with a man—surprisingly soft, stirring an odd sensation.
'T-This is a kiss...'
Feeling his warmth so intimately, she worried her racing heart would give her away. But it wasn't bad. Far from it, for her very first...
"Mmph?!"
His tongue pried her lips apart, stealing her breath. She twitched in panic, but he pulled her tight, preventing escape. His tongue invaded, swirling through her mouth, mingling warmth and saliva in a sticky tangle.
'C-Can't... breathe... tongue...!'
What was this? Kissing was supposed to be chaste lip-touching, right? But this—stirring each other up inside? For a virgin clueless about men, it was overwhelmingly stimulating.
'N-No, hold it together.'
Confusion, fear, even instinctive revulsion hit her. Yet Martina didn't push him away, choosing acceptance. This must be normal for sex, the thought urged her on.
"Haah!"
Finally parting, she gasped for air, eyes half-glazed. His face, though, beamed with utter satisfaction.
"You're good at kissing."
"Uh... wha...?"
"You relaxed your mouth so my tongue could slip in easy. Being considerate?"
"Uh, y-yeah... Right."
Good thing no resistance was right. Relieved, she watched him sit on the bed and reach for his pants.
"Guess I should get ready too."
His pants came off with a rustle. The sight of his surging cock made Martina's eyes bulge.
'W-What the hell is that?'
Not her first glimpse of a dick— she'd seen naked male thieves after a gang-rape capture. But those were finger-sized. This? Nearly as thick as her forearm!
"Seeing your body did this to me."
"M-My body..."
Words no man had ever said. Feigning calm, she tossed back casually,
"W-Whatever~ Yeah, I'm fatal to guys."
Not entirely wrong. If it grew that big from her, her body had plenty to please. But it didn't mean things would go smoothly.
"S-So? What do you want me to do?"
"What do I want...?"
"Tell me exactly. I'll play along special for you."
Desperate to fake expertise despite her passivity. Adrian smirked wickedly at the bravado and aimed his cock right at her chest.
"With those tits."
Straight at her bountiful breasts.
"Can you wrap my cock with Martina's tits?"
-Gulp.
Martina's throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.