Until Knight Amelie Betrays It All (1)
The boundary of the cursed land—who decided it? It wasn't determined by political agreements between nations on where the cursed land began and ended. It was simply that the difference was so starkly obvious.
The moment they crossed into the cursed land, a chilling demonic energy prickled their skin so intensely it made their entire bodies tingle. Even the growing vegetation was influenced by the thick demonic aura, taking on bizarre forms utterly unlike anything outside. Occasionally, distorted plants could be seen sprouting in alien shapes.
"Leon, be careful."
"I'm fine."
Bella seemed to sense the change as well, heightening her vigilance. The rest of the group maintained a consistent demeanor. The three of them showed unwavering composure, as if the altered environment was no issue at all.
Among them, the pink-haired knight Amelie Grace displayed even more enthusiasm than she had outside the cursed land.
"Come on, let's push deeper inside. We can't afford to dawdle."
"Understood."
It took only a few hours for conflict to arise with her, who had energetically volunteered to take point.
It was the seventh—no, now the eighth—time this had repeated. She had snatched the monster they had nearly finished off.
Just as they had severed its limbs with a combination of Word Spirit and engravings, and finally suppressed its convulsing tentacles in their last desperate spasm, she barged in and delivered the killing blow.
Wiping sweat and blood from her face with innocent casualness, she sheathed her sword and turned to them.
"Phew, that was close."
"What the hell was that?"
I stared at her in disbelief.
"What do you mean? I helped you out. Wasn't it dangerous?"
Her expression blank, she countered while pulling a flag from the pouch at her waist.
Monsters of the cursed land had cores within them, formed from clumps of demonic energy. Properly processed, they could be turned into pure mana crystals—valuable byproducts. And that wasn't all. Their tough hides and teeth were prized alchemy ingredients.
"...I could have handled it myself."
Not even glancing their way, she planted the flag of the Eastern Emor Kingdom atop the corpse.
"Is that so? I'll be more careful next time."
Her reason for sticking the flag into the monster's corpse was simple: to claim rights over it. It had been agreed upon during the previous meeting alongside party composition.
'All rights to the corpse and its byproducts belong to the one who delivers the final blow.'
She had been especially vocal in supporting that motion—for moments just like this?
"The subjugation isn't even over, and you're already greedy for what comes after."
"Ha, this expedition can't afford to fail. Does the young lord lack confidence in his skills, perhaps?"
Bella stepped in to calm the escalating tension.
"Leon, why not just let it go?"
"Let it go..."
I had no intention of yielding to the knight, but since she would become mine anyway, I could afford to back off for now.
"Fine. I'll overlook it... this time."
"...Hmph."
She wordlessly sheathed her half-drawn sword, her armor clanking as she walked away.
Annoying.
...But once I made her submit to me, this irritation would vanish entirely. Until they reached the next camp, I silently cut down monster after monster.
They were creatures beyond common sense. Vital points thought fatal weren't, and some split into multiples after falling, attacking again. Overcoming trials with apt combinations of magic, swordsmanship, and Word Spirit, they pressed on, slicing through beasts relentlessly. Then, a welcome alert appeared before his eyes.
Tune, huh... Let's test it out.
"Hey, Leon? Did you find something good?"
He activated the trait on her as she looked at him.
Upon use, her emotions were analyzed in an instant.
So that's how it works.
Her emotions felt like a classical orchestra in full symphony, grasped in a flash. Information flooded in: what thoughts stirred which feelings, the memories at their root, the targets of those emotions.
Notes of complete, stable trust and lust toward him resounded powerfully within her. In stark contrast, guilt and moral qualms as a human were depicted as a shattered drum, incapable of playing.
"Hey, Leon...? Staring like that makes me embarrassed."
The trait let him view others' emotions like appreciating music—and tune them.
This is gonna be incredibly useful.
"Hey, Leon? Le-o-on! Are you listening?"
"Yeah, I was thinking about our next target."
"Oh, already decided who to bring down next?"
She lowered her voice. Her twisted mindset and values delighted in the noble 'women' around her becoming obedient slaves to commands. The joy of fewer rivals rang out like crashing cymbals in her emotions.
"You know, Roys Chapel is so cute. She has all those pretty clothes, and her ears and tail feel so soft and nice to touch."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, and I love how loyal she is to you."
He stroked her, corrupted into the form he desired, savoring the pleasure.
Even in the cursed land, Roys Chapel's camp operated without issue. They had placed the camps closer together to prepare for raids. Thanks to that, she slipped into his tent undetected.
Her tail wagged slowly upon seeing him, then she explained the info he'd been curious about.
"Amelie Grace—why is she so greedy?"
"Hm, she's not naturally greedy. But... as a knight, she's in a situation where she has to be."
"Huh?"
To his questioning look, she replied.
"Eastern Emor Kingdom is on the brink of economic collapse after the civil war."
"Why's that?"
"Hehe, take a good look at the map, Master."
She pointed to the split Emor Kingdom on the map.
"From the Empire's perspective, Emor was the kingdom of traitors, so they cut off all ties completely."
"They only recently established relations with Lucas Duchy, which inherited the Empire... so trade volume is low."
She indicated Western Emor Kingdom, bordering the Holy Kingdom, on the left side of the map.
"Thus, the Holy Kingdom, which split from the Empire at the same time, was their traditional trade partner, but..."
"The civil war split the land in half, blocking Eastern Emor's trade routes."
"Exactly, Master. If she doesn't secure massive funds from this expedition... Eastern Emor will wither away."
Her tail swished low as she added,
"Plus, she needs to end the war quickly to save her beloved General."
"...Save the General?"
"Yes, she's been steadily wooing the rebel leader, the General. She regrets how they ended up meeting as enemies."
"Respect for the enemy turned into love? Heh."
She smirked and spilled the intel she'd gathered.
"Post-war, she plans to petition for his pardon and appointment based on her merits."
Now he understood Knight Amelie's impatience. A sense of responsibility—if not her, the kingdom might fall—made her hasty. Plus, her desire to save her beloved foe fueled her anxiety.
How can I exploit these emotions...?
Lost in thought, she wagged her tail and spoke up.
"Um... Master... Did I do well?"
Her tail swished faster side to side, pupils dilating—signs of her heat.
"Could I... maybe get a reward nowww...?"
"No, wait."
"Eut...♥ Yes... I'll endure...♥ But... could you hug me instead...?"
Like begging a reward for desperately holding back, she spread her arms pleadingly.
Gazing at him pitifully with arms outstretched, she trembled with joy when he embraced her.
"Good girl. Just hold on a bit longer."
Stroking her head, he cultivated her patience.
"Y-yes, masteer...♥"
Even humiliating commands, like training a disobedient dog, she obeyed meekly. Her body twisting desperately yet submitting—that admirable sight earned her permission for 'cock' play.
"...Hek♥"
The moment he dropped his pants, she sniffed his cock eagerly, pausing before taking it in her mouth to say,
"Ah, bon appétit...!"
Practicing the 'etiquette of a bitch' taught by Belia. Her lips kneaded his balls softly, tongue gliding up the shaft to lick every inch tenderly.
Savoring the sharp pleasure, he stroked her head. The fluffy, soft fur felt great.
"Smack♥ Slurp♥ Kiss♥ Suck♥"
Loving the muskiest spot, she lavished attention on the glans.
"Haa...♥ Here...♥ So good...♥"
Licking ecstatically at the cock's scent, she acted spoiled.
"Master, um... could you do [finger play]...?"
"...Sure."
Three claps, and she shivered in delighted confusion.
"Ah...♥ Master's... my finger now...?"
She began enjoying the jumbled, chaotic sensations in her mind.
"Um, [finger]-sama... shall I masturbate my womb with you?"
Lost in pleasure unattainable by normal sex—poking her womb with a finger. She claimed it felt stranger and lewder than a real cock.
At her request, he thrust into her already soaked, aroused pussy.
Three more claps, and she giggled.
"Heek..♥ Back to Master...♥ Peekaboo...♥"
The intellectual woman who explained continental politics was gone; now she beamed like a three-year-old.
"Clap clap clap"
"Hng...♥ Hek...♥ Haa...♥"
"Clap clap clap"
"Haa..♥ Ng...♥ Ha-ut..♥ Masteer..♥ Peekaboo game...♥ Love it so much...♥ Peekaboo, suddenly a finger, then suddenly you... that's why it feels that way?"
Three more claps, and he scraped her insides. A beastkin in heat ran hotter inside, each thrust sending delightful pleasure his way too.
"Ha..♥ Hn...♥ Heek...♥ Haa...♥ This fingeeer..♥ So long and thick...♥"
Her womb descended, clinging as if begging for his child. The twitching entrance urged his seed, nearly making him cum—but she preferred swallowing.
Three claps, then he ordered her to take it all in her mouth.
Now a devoted bitch who obeyed joyfully even without commands. Her loyalty surged with every sniff as she savored his semen blissfully.
"Mmm...♥ Hm...♥ Smack...♥ Kiss...♥"
Throat tightening to milk every drop from his urethra, she stimulated perfectly—a model bitch handling throat pussy expertly.
Gazing lovingly at his spent cock, rubbing it on her cheek, she thanked him for the control.
After rewarding her, he washed up and gave his next order: prepare to make Knight Amelie his.
"I'll obey gladly...♥ Smack...♥"
Kissing his toes, she flattered and displayed submission.