The Lustful Knight Craves Proper Discipline (2)
Defeat. It was a concept utterly foreign to Petunia. Up until now, she'd forced everyone to their knees with her overwhelming talent. For someone like her to lose for the first time—and to a man, no less, who were supposed to be relatively weaker than women—was more than enough to shatter her lord's trust.
"I'm disappointed. I never imagined you'd lose."
After the match ended, Renes summoned her and made no effort to hide her displeasure. Petunia let out a long sigh, mumbling in a sullen tone.
"Uh... is this the part where I apologize?"
"Is that all you have to say? Your record as an undefeated knight is broken, which means your value to me is damaged."
And yet, she was smiling like she was enjoying this. Petunia bit back her retort, and Renes narrowed her eyes, sizing her up.
"Keep acting like this, and I might have to strip you of your title as one of the Three Knights."
Stripped of her position. That didn't sit right with Petunia. She'd lived so comfortably because Renes had always looked the other way. If Renes was truly disappointed and cast her out, she'd be back to wandering mercenary life, repeating tedious jobs just to eat.
"...Uh, that'd be a problem."
But even voicing her objection was stifled by her innate laziness. She expressed her distress so passively, and Renes laughed it off like she'd expected as much, waving her hand dismissively.
"If it's a problem, do better next time. Go rest for now. You must be heartbroken after embarrassing yourself in front of everyone."
Embarrassment. She'd made a fool of herself in front of the whole arena, just as Renes said. Stripped naked, ravaged by that man's hands until she climaxed, with the crowd jeering and cheering...
"Yeah, whatever."
Even getting indignant felt like too much effort, so Petunia vaguely agreed and retreated from the room. Wasting energy on emotions was exhausting anyway. She headed straight home without a second thought, changed into her pajamas, and prepared to flop into bed as usual.
"Sleepy time."
Sleep was the best. No need to move her heavy body, and best of all, no worries to think about. If she could, she'd spend her whole life doing nothing but sleeping. With that thought, Petunia crawled into bed, eyes heavy with drowsiness as she hugged her teddy bear tight, drifting off—and trying to forget everything that had happened.
"...Ngh."
But it was short-lived. As she tried to fall asleep, Petunia sensed something odd in her body, her mind forcibly yanked awake. Her limbs, which should have been limp and relaxed, twitched reflexively. Her consciousness, sinking toward sleep, kept bubbling back up. And worst of all, her body was heating up. Starting from the moment her tension eased, heat spread through her, itching in spots all over.
Saliva pooling slowly in her mouth. Her modest breasts' nipples hardening gradually. And her pussy growing damp without any touch...
"...Ngh."
Confused by this unprecedented sensation, Petunia hiked up her clothes halfway and let instinct guide her hand. She moved it toward the itchy spots, scratching timidly at first.
"Ngh, haa..."
Her fingers brushed a nipple, and her small breast quivered. But the sensation was still too faint, teasing. She rubbed harder, and electricity shot through her—her hips bucking sporadically.
"Uh, haa... ♥"
Her breathing grew ragged. Frustrated by the unrelieved ache, her fumbling hand drifted between her legs, to her soaking pussy. Just grazing the entrance felt slick. The heat sharpened there. Realizing that was the source, she began caressing it cautiously to soothe herself.
What's this... My body's acting weird...
A totally alien feeling, experienced for the first time. Her touches were hesitant, and that vagueness only egged her on to do more. This wasn't enough. She needed it harder, deeper.
Schlick, schlick.
Her fingers parted the tight slit and slipped inside. A secret passage she'd never touched herself. But they glided in smoothly, like it had been waiting for her all along.
It itches.
Seeking relief, Petunia's first attempt was clumsy, dragging the exploration out long and awkwardly. And in the process—schlick, schlick—stirring inside stimulated more spots, building her pleasure.
"Uh, haa... ♥"
Her moans grew louder. The heat intensified. What started as scratching an itch became full-on stimulation, and soon Petunia surrendered her drowsy mind to instinct. She clamped a hand over her gasping mouth, the other shoved under her disheveled pajamas, moving relentlessly.
Schlick, schlick.
Her timid motions turned rougher; fingers that had only teased the entrance plunged deeper. The hazy sensations sharpened. Feeling her languid body tense up, Petunia shivered down her spine and pushed harder.
Oh, it's coming... Something's coming...
A familiar sensation from before resurfaced. Scared yet too lazy to resist, she gave in fully to her instincts, unleashing her pent-up desire.
"Uh, ngh... ♥"
Her body trembled lightly. Her head went white. Exhausted, Petunia sprawled out, staring at her hand—sticky with fluids from inside her. She vaguely knew what it meant. Proof her body had reacted to the stimulation. Just like when that man had roughly plunged into her, she'd done it to herself.
Orgasm... was it?
In her dazed state, Petunia recalled that moment. Him stripping her before the crowd, groping her freely, shoving his massive cock inside... The brutal acts had given her unfamiliar sensations he'd called pleasure. A fresh thrill in her boring life. She'd always satisfied herself with sleep before, but that time, she'd craved desire for the first time.
More...
Reliving it, Petunia let instinct take over again, sliding her fingers back into her pussy. Her drowsiness fled; she drowned in the newly awakened lust.
Not enough... Deeper...
As she comforted herself, a new craving stirred in her heart. The irresistible urge to feel that pleasure again—the primal female drive for breeding.
****
Unable to endure it any longer, she'd sought him out. Now, Petunia stripped off even her pajamas and positioned herself before him.
"Didn't expect you to drag your lazy ass here yourself."
"...Ngh."
His words stung a little, but no real excuse came to mind. To sleep comfortably as usual, she had to calm her body—and fingers alone weren't cutting it anymore.
"Oh my god, n-no way... Lady Petunia too...?"
Senya gaped at Petunia joining them, though she'd never met her face-to-face. She could guess this woman would share his body with her now. Petunia was naked like her, eyes glued to his monstrous cock.
"...Whatever, let's just get started. I wanna finish quick and sleep."
Petunia averted her gaze from it, voicing her wish. Adrian frowned at her half-hearted attitude, tone sharpening.
"Your attitude's shitty."
"W-what?"
"Who's the desperate one here? I don't need you anyway."
Desperate? As if he held all the power. Petunia blinked in confusion. Everyone in the city—from the knight beside her—treated her with respect.
Gulp.
But even that knight seemed excited rather than offended. Sensing women craved it more than men, Petunia grudgingly asked him.
"What do you want?"
"Act humble. Like..."
He whispered in her ear. Petunia's eyes widened as she repeated it.
"...You want that?"
"Don't like it? Get out."
I'll just enjoy Senya. He pulled Senya close and headed to the bed. Petunia glared, swallowing her pride with a deep sigh. Moments later, she echoed his words exactly.
"...M-Master."
The first time she'd ever used honorifics for anyone but Renes.
"Please... comfort this immature body with your magnificent cock."
His excited member swelled even larger.