Knightly Duty and the Common Sense of Subjugation
I waited for Dyna to go on, clinging to the hope that I had simply misheard her — or that the word only happened to sound the same, while meaning something entirely different from the one I knew.
"Comradely Love. A fine phrase, to be sure. There is none better to embody the bond shared with a comrade who has stood back-to-back with you upon the fierce field of battle. Of course, that is assuming it had not been corrupted into a euphemism for the shameless act of grinding one's cunt against another's in place of one's back."
It was exactly what I thought it was.
I let out a small sigh and lifted my gaze once more to the chalkboard, where the words still stood in white strokes.
Comradely Love
Then I turned back toward Dyna, bracing for the explosion I was sure was coming. Instead, the red-haired here-knight merely nodded along, as if she understood the bowed heads before her all too well, and kept talking.
"It is not that I fail to understand. Far from it. I know that feeling better than anyone — the state of mind that led you to practice Comradely Love."
Members of the Female Knight Tribe almost never showed their faces, let alone removed their armor, except among their own kind or before someone who had defeated them. A proper romance was out of the question; even those who maintained anything resembling a normal relationship with the opposite sex could be counted on one hand. They were a warrior people through and through — second to none on the battlefield, and more backward than any other race when it came to falling in love and building a home.
So they're more likely to grind against their own kind — comrades they've laughed and cried with, their bonds tempered by Comradely Love — than they are to find a man who can actually beat them.
Dyna pressed on.
"And consider the places in which we make our name. Battlefields. Dungeons. We see more of our own kind than any other race, and we fight beside them. That a bond should form among us stronger than anything other peoples could imagine is only natural. That special feelings should take root for a kinswoman with whom one has walked through the jaws of death — that, too, is natural, in its way. But!"
BAM!
She had been speaking evenly until that moment. Then, without warning, she slammed her palm into the chalkboard hard enough to rattle the frame. The here-knight students, who had just begun to relax at her show of sympathy, startled so badly their armor clattered as they trembled in their seats.
"That bond is a bond and nothing more — a pride a here-knight may puff out her chest to claim. It is not something that ought to lead to indecent acts between women! The ice in the north is already said to be melting. Shall we heat ourselves further with such unsavory conduct?!"
The lectern groaned in her grip. Fine cracks crept slowly across the wood; she was that furious.
"Hah. And yet this is not your failing. The blame lies with those who never taught you a wholesome sexual life as here-knights — with me, with your seniors, with our ancestors. It is not because you fledgling sprouts are somehow lacking in virtue."
"It is not, Professor!"
"It's our fault for getting horny for our own kind!"
"We're the perverts who got sexually aroused by the husky voice leaking through a classmate's visor…"
"It's our fault our wombs throbbed like sluts at the sight of a classmate's sleek, oiled armor joints!"
Would you listen to them.
True to their nature as the Female Knight Tribe, every last word out of their mouths was a spectacle. Even Dyna — shameless as she was — flicked a glance in my direction and flushed. Nemea, the woman who had groped my ass with a wicked little grin, was starting to look like a celestial maiden by comparison.
"Silence! So Comradely Love was not the only problem. Thank the heavens I planned this lecture. Truly — thank the heavens it is not too late."
She shut their mouths again and drew a long, sincere breath, as if a genuine weight had lifted from her shoulders. Once she judged herself calm enough, she picked up one of the books I had set on the lectern earlier and held it out for the students to see.
"You all prepared the textbook as I instructed beforehand, I trust? Yes — this one. A Here-Knight's Proper Sex Life. The very volume personally authored by Lady Eleonora, the legendary here-knight. Those who failed to bring it may share with the classmate beside them for today only. From the next session onward, points will be deducted for arriving without the text, so take care to— what is it, Iceman?"
"Can I leave now?"
"What manner of nonsense is that? Your assistance is required from this moment forward."
"?"
What was that supposed to mean? I opened my mouth to ask, but a here-knight student in the very front row beat me to it, her hand already in the air.
"Lady Dyna!"
"You will address me as Professor! And I believe I said there would be a separate time for questions!"
"Forgive me, Professor! But I was simply too curious about what kind of lectures we would be receiving from the Professor Dyna I so admire this semester, and I…"
"Ah. A question of that sort is permissible."
An orientation in the first class of the term was practically sacred tradition, and Dyna seemed to have forgotten it herself. She picked up the eraser, wiped away Comradely Love, and wrote a fresh line in its place.
A Here-Knight's Proper Sex Life
& How to Be Ravished as Befits a Here-Knight
"What we shall primarily cover this semester is, as the textbook's title suggests, a here-knight's proper sex life — and… the art of being ravished as befits a here-knight!"
"Th-that's—?!"
"Don't tell me that's why the Professor came dressed like that — and why she walked in with that rumored human?!"
The here-knight students erupted all over again. The title of the textbook they had brought, the words Dyna had just written, her immaculate formal suit without a single scrap of armor on her — they were all connected, the students insisted, each one tossing out her own theory and demanding an answer. Dyna dropped a still bigger bomb on top of them.
"The reason you have taken an interest in love between women is plain: you know nothing of love between man and woman — nothing of how a here-knight ought to be ravished! I am already well aware that your skill at arms is outstanding. There is nothing more I can teach you there. That is why I have resolved, this semester, to teach you a here-knight's proper sex life — by demonstrating, as a defeated here-knight, the methods of being ravished and trained by my lord, who stands here before you!"
"That's why you called me here?!"
A bad feeling crawled up my spine. I tried to ease my way toward the door, but Dyna had already locked her fingers around my arm, binding me fast so I couldn't run.
"Let go of me?!"
"And just where do you think you're going? Did I not say you were the teaching assistant? Then stay in your place, as a teaching assistant ought."
"If I'd known it was this, I never would have come!"
She had summoned me so she could be publicly ravished and trained in front of her students!
Was this even allowed in a hall of wholesome learning?!
I whipped my head around, hunting for even one here-knight student who might protest this insanity. I did not find one.
"She's got a point…"
"A here-knight being ravished. That's the dream of every last member of the Female Knight Tribe."
"And it's not just any here-knight — it's Professor Dyna herself, called one of the finest of our kind, showing us in person. That expensive tuition suddenly feels worth it."
"The Professor really came in ready to go all the way…"
"Professor Dyna is basically our dream made flesh — and now she's trying to give us a whole new dream to chase!"
They were nodding along as if this made perfect sense, a whole banquet of armor leaning forward in anticipation of her lecture. My head started to pound.
"Since when does a teaching assistant do this kind of thing?!"
"What are you talking about? Is it not common sense that a teaching assistant trains?"
"That is not common sense!"
"Nay. From this moment forth, it shall be common sense to you. It pains my heart deeply to subject my lord to such a thing — but it is for the sake of these budding young dreams!"
"Huh?!"
Ting—
She tugged my arm down and tucked me behind the lectern, hiding me from the rest of the students. Then, right in front of my face, she made a show of flipping a coin.
I never thought she — a proud daughter of the Female Knight Tribe — would try to hypnotize me yet again. I bit down on my lip and had no choice but to pretend I had fallen under.
"I shall say it once more. It is common sense that a teaching assistant trains. Though many eyes are upon us, pay them no mind. Train me without mercy. Ravish me♡"
Education was just a pretext. She just wanted to get wrecked herself!
"When I flip this coin again, you shall devote yourself utterly to your role as teaching assistant. For the duration of this lecture, you will be the teaching assistant who trains me♡"
Convinced I was already under, she didn't hold back in the slightest — a lewd smile spreading across her face as she dragged her tongue slowly, stickily, across her lips. She flipped the coin a second time and hauled me back out from behind the lectern.
"How magnificent it is to be ravished by one's lord! Today shall be but a taste. From this moment, watch closely what my lord and I— nngh?!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
SLAP!
This here-knight of pure lust had been swinging me around however she pleased without a thought for my situation. I couldn't hold the anger back any longer. I cracked her across the tits the way you'd slap a face, and Dyna — as if she had been waiting for exactly that — let out a filthy, broken moan.
"Strip."
"H-haaahhh… a-all of a sudden, in front of this many students…♡"
"A sow like you has the nerve to stand there with her clothes still on?"
"Hahh… I-I'll strip. I'll take them off…♡"
As if she had been waiting for the order, Dyna swallowed hard — and her striptease began.