Becoming the Master of Helia and Martina
Helia and Martina had become my slaves. Considering their status and strength, it was utterly absurd—but ironically, this master-slave dynamic only held true in the bedroom. Outside of it, I was still a collared slave under the lord's control. To survive in such a position, I needed to build my power, which made their help essential.
"Then today, let's train in handling mana together."
"Ah, yes. I look forward to your guidance."
Training demanded seriousness, of course. Helia focused on teaching me mana control, and under her tutelage, I quickly mastered various mana techniques.
"Your growth is remarkably swift. Not only is your mana-handling capacity exceptional, but your senses and aptitude shine as well."
"Hmm, how talented am I, specifically?"
"At your current level, you're on par with a full-fledged knight. At this rate, becoming a squad leader—overseeing ten knights—within a year wouldn't be an exaggeration."
A squad leader commanding ten knights. In my original world, that would've been unthinkable, but it drove home just how blessed this reincarnated body was.
"But no matter the talent, true blossoming requires repeated training," Helia warned gravely as pride welled up in me.
"Especially with intangible energy like mana—repeated practice to hone your senses is essential. Don't get complacent with this evaluation; keep striving steadily."
"Ah, yes. Of course."
I was already hooked, feeling my strength surge visibly. As we continued under her guidance, a brilliant idea suddenly sparked in my mind.
"Helia, you said handling mana improves most through repetition, right?"
"Yes, but are you bored with training?"
"No, I've thought of a really good repetitive method."
Yes—if this worked, I'd master mana control even faster. And for that, a partner was unavoidable.
"Mind helping me with it?"
"A training method you devised...? Of course. I'll do anything I can."
Helia accepted eagerly. Satisfied, I led her to the shade and put the plan into action: stripping bare, pressing our bodies together, repeating the motions.
"Hah, haa... ♥ A-Adrian. You said this was... training... ♥"
"Yeah, it is. You feel it too, right? My mana responding to the movements."
"Y-Yes... I can sense it sharpening faster, but... th-this is sex, not training... Ngh, haa... ♥"
"Sex moves the body a lot, so it's great training. If you want to stop, we can."
"N-No, if it helps, let's keep going. B-Besides, stopping midway would be such a shame... ♥"
Even if it was a long shot, Helia cooperated fully. Her drenched insides welcomed me smoothly, making the "training" smoother than expected.
"Haa, haa... A-Adrian... ♥ C-Could you go faster...?"
"I could, but... you haven't forgotten this is training, have you?"
"I-I remember. But it feels so good... ♥"
Of course—might as well enjoy it. I immersed myself in sex with her, experimenting with mana, and watched my control visibly improve. That was the moment I realized intercourse boosted mana handling.
The next day, Martina arrived to teach me in Helia's place.
"Today's training's with me~"
"Thanks for helping, but can you really teach well?"
"Jeez, don't you trust me, Ei? Even I have a ton of knight-wannabes training under me—like stars in the sky~"
"...That'd outnumber the world's population."
"Just take my word for it. Why so chatty? Typical guy, nitpicking."
She tossed me a wooden sword. I caught it reluctantly and took position; she grinned slyly and readied herself.
"Alright, let's spar."
"Spar? Here?"
"Practice beats theory. Plus, I need to gauge your level for future plans."
Fair point—seeing beats hearing. With my limited combat experience, hands-on would help immensely. But still...
"Don't worry. I won't go all-out on a newbie."
"...Newbie?"
"Less than a month in real fights? Newbie. You don't think training with Helia puts you on my level, do you?"
Ha, look at her. Sure, my experience was thin, but I'd one-punched thugs and crushed a felon. Helia even called me a budding genius. Treating me like a noob? Laughable.
"Won't regret saying that?"
"Heh, hit a nerve?"
She brushed off my quiet threat, smirking obnoxiously as she aimed her wooden sword.
"A little provocation fires up trainees. Since you're pissed, come at me full-force—it'll help me assess you."
"Fine, I'll flatten that smug nose today!"
Why hold back? I assumed position and swung with everything I had.
And the result...
"Match over~"
"...Damn it."
I lay sprawled; Martina loomed with a triumphant grin. Fury boiled inside— not just a loss, but a total rout.
"Heh, feel the gap now?"
"...Yeah, I thought I was strong, but I'm still far off."
Talent unbloomed. As I pondered the road ahead, Martina helped me up and brushed dirt off my clothes with a soft smile.
"Still, props for not quitting. Most women break quick against me; you fought till exhaustion."
"Eh, quitting's not my style."
In my old world, I'd have tapped out. But this body was cheat-tier; it fueled aggressive drive.
And Martina approved.
"Solid muscles, great stamina. Above all, that tenacity—hexagon talent physically and mentally. Pure genius material."
Her assessment was generous, like Helia's. But the thrashing tempered it.
"That's where praise ends. Basics are great, but technique? Trash. Right now, you can only brawl on size."
"Hmm... Arm-wrestling maybe, but not against pros like you?"
"Exactly. Arena fights aren't just brute force. To survive, master leveraging that body."
So, technique beyond mana. No more cocky reliance on cheats after that beatdown. Nodding, I asked,
"What's the best training for me now?"
"Learning full-body muscle use. Like... wrestling."
"Wrestling? Body-slamming?"
"Most martial arts specialize; wrestling uses every muscle per move—perfect overall. Ideal for all-around talents like you."
True—wrestling dominated with whole-body control, better than punches. But then, another full-body workout popped into mind.
"I thought of something better than wrestling."
"Better? Nah, nothing beats it for full-body."
"No, mine's more efficient. Needs a partner, though."
"Hmm, that confident? Fine, show me."
Grateful for her positivity, I led her to real training: naked on the bed, full-body grappling labor.
"Hah, ah, haa, ngh, guh—♥"
"See? Uses every muscle."
"Y-You said training... training... ♥♥"
"It is. Body contact's like wrestling."
"Th-That's true buuut... Guh!"
I choked her neck with my arm; she shuddered, insides clenching. Grinning victoriously, I taunted,
"What's wrong? So cocky earlier. Can't escape this?"
"H-How could I... Feels too good... ♥♥"
"Then learn this: on the bed, you're no match for me."
"Ah, hng! C-Cumming, cummiiing~~~ ♥♥"
Her smugness shattered; she became my training bag. Repeated sessions revealed her weaknesses, easing future spars. I learned spotting flaws was key.
About a month of training with them passed. As my third arena match loomed, they left on Renes's orders—regrettable, but they had duties. Still, I'd learned self-training. Heading to the grounds to prep and review, I met unexpected guests.
"Here he comes."
"That's him, right? The rumor guy..."
In my usual spot waited about ten frail, short men. Their leader scowled openly upon spotting me.
"Hey, you're the criminal the lord took in, right?"
"...Criminal?"
"You are. Trading your body in the arena for the lord's deal—prostitute bitch."
Prostitute? New face, so stranger—why the sudden aggression? Irritated, his pint-sized crew chimed in with trash talk.
"Built that body to seduce women, huh?"
"Bet he whored around, dick-deep in every hole."
"Thinks Helia and Martina training him means something? They just pitied you."
"Whole knight order knows you're a manwhore!"
They mocked openly to my face—but no fists, no real curses. With their grudge, a group beatdown wouldn't surprise, yet...
"...What the fuck are these faggots?"
Pretty-boy parasites badmouthing to my face. In my old world, that was girly bullshit.