Until Knight Amelie Betrays Everything (4)
Betrayed by the one she'd harbored feelings for, she became obsessed with her devotion to her homeland. She repeatedly proposed new trade routes to the merchant guild leader and took the lead in monster subjugations, pouring endless effort into her country's gain.
"...Satisfactory."
But something had come to rank higher than the glory of the Emor Kingdom in her eyes. She was more loyal to the Emor Duchy than before, yet she no longer tried to steal my achievements like she used to. It was because her affection for me had grown larger than her patriotism.
The implanted fake affection had taken root firmly, feeding on the shattered love she'd once felt for the General. She now checked my mood before her country's future. Her iron will was being twisted into something malleable, like a red-hot lump of metal from my steady manipulations.
Now it's time for the next step.
I stroked the orange gem embedded in my greatsword, taking in the sight of her cleanly dispatching monsters with precise swordsmanship. My knight-to-be. Mine alone.
"Are you really promising additional trade routes on these terms?"
Amelie Grace tilted her head, asking again. I'd proposed an additional trade agreement with suspiciously favorable conditions.
She looked puzzled as she read the documents, then said, "It's... a bit odd for me to say it myself, but this treaty is far too generous to the Emor Kingdom..."
It was a contract to supply foodstuffs and materials to the Emor Kingdom, starved for resources amid civil war. A kingdom that would accept any harsh terms was being offered peacetime prices. She was utterly flustered.
"Is everything here really the full extent of the conditions?"
"Well, actually... there's one more condition that can't be put in writing."
"...I knew it. Territory? Concessions?"
She steeled herself to negotiate for maximum gain, focusing intently on our conversation. I unleashed my ability to its fullest. What I was about to say was pure, high-purity nonsense.
"Nothing like that. I want Knight Amelie Grace to become my Whore Knight."
"...Pardon?"
Even with my ability suppressing it to the max, a strong wave of disgust leaked through faintly, manifesting in an aggressive tone.
"I... don't quite understand. An unpleasant joke, Young Master Leon."
"No joke, Amelie."
"If it's not a joke, are you saying you seriously want me to become a Whore Knight?"
"Hmm, unpleasant, is it? The word 'whore'? Why?"
I placed my hand on the greatsword, drawing mana like water from the gem to wield Word Spirit and tweak her emotions.
"A whore is... someone who offers her body for petty coin to people she doesn't even like, without any chastity."
The vague contempt and disgust she held for whores selling their bodies crystallized into words. The disgust she felt gathered around the proposition she'd voiced.
"I am an honorable knight. I couldn't even consider such a proposal."
I smiled and replied, "Oh dear, seems there's some misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?"
Her pink eyes demanded explanation. Having been deeply disappointed once by someone she already liked, she didn't want to go through it again. With pitiful eyes pleading convince me, don't let me down, she stared at me.
Given the chance to explain, I used Word Spirit to warp her thinking.
"In 'Whore Knight', it's not whore—it's knight that's the essence."
"...?"
She tilted her head, demanding more explanation.
"An oriole is a magpie, and honey from bees is just honey—so the essence of Whore Knight is knight."
"Ha! Wordplay. How can you lump a lowly profession like that with the noble title of knight in one term?"
I smiled slyly, spinning sophistry. Sophistry backed by Word Spirit. I amplified her pride in being a knight.
"Exactly. Everything unpleasant about 'whore' gets covered by the nobility of 'knight'."
"Covered by a knight's nobility...? I don't quite follow."
"Like a knight serving one lord for life, a Whore Knight offers her body only to the one she loves, upholding chastity."
She blushed and replied, "...Who says I like you, Young Master Leon! Hmph! I get it a little, but... it's still weird. No matter how I think about it, attaching such a vulgar word to 'knight' is insulting."
"It's not insulting to knights at all. On the contrary, it shows how noble the word 'knight' is—that it can make even a vulgar job sound ordinary."
I exploited her respect for 'loyal knights' to implant the new concept of Whore Knight. I covered her disgust for 'whore' with her pride in 'knight'. Even the compound word Whore Knight would become something to boast about. I kept implanting the lie that it was utterly different from a whore.
"It's not selling her body for petty gain. It's a noble act for her homeland, the Emor Kingdom."
I kept using Word Spirit to distort her common sense until she was convinced Whore Knight was completely different from whore.
Did I misunderstand Young Master Leon? A tiny doubt began to sprout.
I amplified the doubt into conviction. The conviction turned into guilt toward me. Shame at her own ignorance about Whore Knights welled up in her heart.
"Ah... so, I... I had no idea... Sorry for misunderstanding, Young Master Leon."
"Haha, glad you understand my sincerity now."
Her resistance to becoming a Whore Knight had faded. Now anxious, she asked me, "....I have no idea what a Whore Knight does, though. Can I really do it well?"
With pure eyes, she grumbled self-doubtfully to me—and she no longer found the idea of becoming one strange at all. She only worried if she could perform well. Not even a trace of disgust lingered in her gaze.
...That was close.
I'd drained the mana stored in the gem. It would recharge by tomorrow, but using this much for Word Spirit was a first.
The old her? Impossible.
If I'd proposed this to her back when her loyalty to her country and first love for the General were at their peak, no amount of mana could've changed her common sense. Worth breaking her down to make her malleable.
"Um, Young Master Leon? So, can we consider the treaty sealed?"
As I silently watched her, she started getting impatient. The treaty was vital for her country, and becoming a Whore Knight was no longer a bad thing.
"Yes. Starting tonight. Lady Roys Chapel will assist with your Whore Knight duties."
"Tonight? Understood. Then... from tonight, I will be Young Master Leon's Whore Knight."
She signed the official document and our private Whore Knight Contract with mana, then smiled gratefully. Bowing her head with a "Please take good care of me—Young Master Leon," she brimmed with pride at another achievement for her country. Utterly clueless about what she'd agreed to, she flashed a radiant smile, her pale pink hair swaying like peach blossoms.
Though I'd become a Whore Knight overnight, it didn't hinder my journey as a hero. Whore Knight duties only began after my hero work was done for the day.
After collaborating with the heroes to fell ever-stronger monsters en route to the Demon King's lair, clearing the area, and returning to our lodgings—that's when it started.
I stripped off my clanking armor and changed into the clothes sent by Lady Roys Chapel. Shameful garments that hugged my curves and were riddled with holes.
Once in the skin-tight black outfit, I unpacked the items she'd sent to prepare today's 'daily training.' Not knowing what a Whore Knight did, her books and tools were a huge help. Even a novice like me could follow—the steps were kindly explained one by one.
"This is... still a bit embarrassing."
She'd said it was essential for a Whore Knight's training, but it was mortifying. Even streetwalkers didn't dress like this during crackdowns... Overcoming this shame must be key to becoming a true Whore Knight.
As the kingdom's top knight, I couldn't falter at the very first step. Steel ing myself, I moved to the next phase.
Thanks to the enclosed sensitivity-enhancing drug, my body was more responsive than before, getting wet easily. As the book put it... my pussy was turning into a loose, sloppy cunt.
But I couldn't stop here. To become a body befitting a Whore Knight, I had to train.
The phallus model marked 'half the young master's size' was still hard to take in my mouth—so I wasn't a true Whore Knight yet.
Embarrassing as it was, I started without tools, using slender fingers to train my slit—no, my sloppy cunt.
"Ngh...♥ Haa...♥ Hek...♥"
Like scooping water with thin fingers, I scraped roughly inside me. I tugged my stockings down a bit, shifted the stretchy fabric aside, and masturbated still clothed.
Rubbing my swollen bud with my palm, I stimulated my clit to stoke my arousal.
When I first heard Whore Knight, I'd thought Young Master Leon was making an indecent demand—but looking back, that was so rude of me.
Sometimes, very rarely, a vague this is wrong flitted through my mind, but pleasure washed it away.
Lady Roys's advice to masturbate harder when weird thoughts arose made no sense at first—but it was incredibly helpful. It cleared my head effectively whenever bad ideas surfaced. Bonus: it doubled as cunt training.
Until my body is fit to offer my virginity to my master, I'll continue my Whore training. That's the duty of Amelie Grace, honorable knight of the Emor Kingdom and Leon Sodus's Whore Knight♥