That Lewd Barbarian!
Grihamar, this despicable barbarian! How dare you cast such vulgar and wicked sorcery on my body?!
“…”
Who is this crazy woman suddenly spouting off?
She had been bothering me every spare moment for a week, and now that wasn’t enough—she shows up at the crack of dawn again with some nonsense.
‘It was the morning after I finished my farm chores and was heading back to the cabin naked after a cold-water rub, while the freezing winds of Frostheim slashed at my skin.’
What perfect timing.
I shrugged my shoulders as if I genuinely didn’t understand and asked the pink-haired knight with the striking ponytail.
“Sor…cery? What weird thing is this now?”
“Stop playing dumb! According to what I heard, these barbarians of yours have been using wicked sorcery on Reinhardt knights since ancient times—corrupting them into breeding sows that give birth to your children, or turning them into miserable meat toilets that drink only cum and piss! I went looking for those old texts on my way here!”
I wasn’t following what sorcery even meant, but it was clear she had timed her arrival to catch me right after my bath.
Her gaze was shamelessly fixed on my body, especially my cock.
I nodded, thinking she was just some exhibitionist freak, and replied,
“Hmph… Now that you mention it, I do remember hearing from one of our clan’s mad aunties that our ancestors back in the old days when we clashed with the Reinhardt family were forced into using exactly the kind of vulgar, wicked sorcery you describe—making the knights into sex slaves and breeding them out. Something like that.”
“Haaah… This guy still won’t admit his guilt and even acts like he doesn’t know?! …!”
“No, I really don’t know! Why are you suddenly showing up and spewing this crap?”
The woman who only a week ago had drawn her sword on me was now claiming I cast a spell on her. If anything, I was getting more curious.
“So tell me, what evidence do you have that I cast this wicked sorcery on you?”
“Evidence? You’re looking right at it!”
“At what?”
I stared at the pink-haired knight, Sigrun, for several seconds, scanning her from head to toe.
“Hmm… Huh?”
“Hoo… D-don’t look! I, I command you not to stare at Sigrun with such lewd eyes!”
“No, you said ‘look’.”
“I said ‘look,’ not ‘look with those sticky eyes’!”
“Ah, so that’s it?”
Her armor was even more shameless than I expected.
Back when I first met her, this knight wore full-plate armor that left almost no skin exposed. Now, though, her chest and abs were fully bared, and the lower half was barely covered—just a thin blue curtain that fluttered up with the slightest breeze.
It looked more like a sex-themed cosplay than actual armor.
I told her with a teasing tone,
“What is this vulgar outfit? Where did the armor you usually wear go?”
“Hoo…?! Y-you saw it, didn’t you?! You saw me wearing the ‘Armor of Temptation’—the one that drives barbarians insane with lust!”
“I thought you were telling me to look. I was wrong.”
The name ‘Armor of Temptation’ suited her perfectly.
I shook, feeling humiliated, and told her,
“But what does that have to do with me? Don’t pin a false accusation on me.”
“Shut up! There’s more than just this outfit—there’s solid proof you cast a spell on me!”
“Proof?”
“Exactly! If you hadn’t cast that spell on me, Sigrun wouldn’t be so aroused just from seeing a barbarian like you!”
“What the hell is this crazy woman going on about now?”
“C-crap!”
The blue curtain was lifted by her own hand, revealing her swollen, dripping slit.
“This madwoman has been trying to seduce me all along, and now she’s using a spell as an excuse to show up with no underwear on?!”
“It’s all because of your wicked spell! No matter what I wear, the fabric gets soaked through instantly… I can’t wear any panties at all now!”
“Whoa. Look at all that dripping juice. No wonder there’s so much steam rising from my lower half—guess I was right.”
This shameless knight even spread herself open for me.
I thought to myself, ‘She really must be under someone else’s spell and I’m just the scapegoat?’ but then I got it. I pointed at the lewd knight and said,
“So you’re just a brainless, perverted sow. Even if I’m a barbarian, do you really think I’d fall for this fake spell crap?”
“Uooo…♡”
“?”
Why is she acting like this?
“B-because of your so-called barbarian aura… I felt my pussy get wet from just looking at you… Haa… The wicked spell must have already reached my womb…♡ If this keeps up, I’ll be nothing but a breeding sow for the rest of my life, spreading my legs to be mounted by your barbarian cock the size of my forearm…♡ It won’t stop…♡”
“You’re really something.”
She wasn’t like this when we first met… or was she? Maybe she was always this perverted and just hid it behind her knightly facade.
I raised my hand calmly and told her,
“As a barbarian myself, I should probably report you to the knight order. After all, you’re a knight too, so it would be better if you were judged by other knights rather than a barbarian like me.”
“Hmph♡ If you mean the Silvermane Knights who maintain order in the Reinhardt Territory, it’s useless♡ Because I’m the captain!”
“…”
The knight order was doomed.
I had always sensed something off every time she showed up, but I never imagined the captain was Sigrun herself.
‘When I went to buy pigs, the guards warned me that the Silvermane Knights would see right through any barbarian mischief I might pull…’
I even confirmed it with my own eyes and ears—the villagers here actually respected her!
‘I should have asked her name back then. It’s a good thing I didn’t cause any trouble—otherwise she’d have nothing to do with a barbarian like me…’
I sighed deeply at this weird pig-like knight captain who was messing with civilized order.
Thinking I had given up, the perverted knight smiled wickedly and said,
“Hehe, today I’ll make you rape me♡ Even though you’re a big barbarian and still couldn’t take my virginity with that useless ‘victory’ of yours♡ You didn’t even try to train this lewd body of mine♡ I’ll punish you myself with my own pussy♡”
“Aaaah?! Flying tits?!”
“Eep?!”
I dodged instantly.
Sigrun tumbled into the snow like a broken frog and immediately jumped up, screaming,
“Don’t dodge! If you’re a barbarian, act like one—rape me shamefully! Train me thoroughly and turn me into your breeding sow! You cast a spell on me and now you’re trying to back out?!”
“Still using some weird spell excuse?”
Letting a shameless beast rape happen on the frozen plain was inevitable.
“Hah! Down!”
“Kuhk?! This guy still won’t admit his guilt and is resisting?! …!”
Thud—
I slammed her down into the snow again and ran straight toward my log cabin that resembled a third pigsty.
Sigrun immediately stood up from the snow and chased after me on all fours like a deer, yelling,
“Wait! Rape me already! Train me already?!”
“I already said I’m not raping you, idiot!”
“Is there a single barbarian in the world who doesn’t rape?! …!”
Even though I was a barbarian now, I had been a civilized citizen in my past life—if someone told me to rape them, I would scream back!
Sigrun snorted hot air like a bull in a bullring and said,
“A barbarian who refuses to rape! What nonsense… Well, fine. Then I’ll rape you! I’ll squeeze you dry, so just put your cock in!”
“W-what…!”
How did I end up like this?