Turning the Desert Princess into a Defeat-Addicted Masochist♥ (2)
Born as the daughter of the ruler who commanded the eight desert tribes, I had never suffered such a humiliating defeat—not even once. To be lifted like a toy, my throat strangled, trembling in the terror of death before surrendering... And the man who beat me didn't even seem to cherish this victory in our duel all that much. He told me to challenge him again anytime, wasting the [wish] I'd earned on satisfying his vulgar lusts.
'He wants me to duel him next time in even thinner, shorter clothes... What a base male, harboring such filthy desires for a woman.'
I couldn't find anything shorter than before, so I stripped off the white inner layer I had to wear underneath. Now, facing him in just my blue undergarments that barely covered my breasts, I clenched my fists, vowing revenge.
"Just you watch, Leon Sodus... You'll pay dearly for making me look like this."
"Nooo...♥ Gahk...♥ I lost...♥ I lost, so pleeease...♥ No more to the belly...♥"
"Didn't you learn anything from our last duel? Pathetic, Princess."
Once again, I fell to the agony exploding in my mind from his merciless punches slamming into my lower belly.
"It's... it's the clothes... I haven't adjusted to this new outfit yet..."
"Is that so? Then for your next punishment..."
2 Matches: 0 Wins, 2 Losses
Two defeats on the board, but it was still fine. For each of Leon Sodus's victories, I'd promised to grant his wish—and in exchange, I'd earned the right to demand a rematch.
'Heh, just wait, Leon. The day you truly taste the desert's wrath, you'll regret today's promise...!'
Once my wins outnumbered his, there'd be no more rematches. He'd be forever recorded as the man defeated by the desert's hero. And it all started with today's duel.
With this win, I'd tie the score at 1-2, then etch a beautiful final record of 5 matches, 3 wins into history.
"Leon Sodus! Rematch!"
"How am I supposed to duel in such shameless attire?!"
There was a limit even to perverse orders. Claiming winner's rights, he'd demanded I fight in something far more humiliating than last time.
"Hmm, if you won't honor the promise, no rematch."
'You sly bastard... Tricking me into a wish I can't fulfill to lock in this score...'
I could understand wanting to preserve his lucky two wins over a woman. But understanding didn't mean accepting it. I couldn't fall for such a cowardly ploy with eyes wide open. For the sake of advancing two steps, I chose to retreat one.
"...Fine. I'll... do as you say."
Clothes didn't matter. What mattered was claiming victory over him.
'If I win... I'll wish he never issues such shameless commands again.'
Parts of my body that must never be exposed were barely covered. The single fluttering cloth over my privates drew my constant worry. Feeling his gaze, I undid my high ponytail, letting my hair slightly veil my areolas that threatened to slip free.
"...Come at me, Sodus. This time, I'll shred you."
This couldn't be happening. An unacceptable result... had become reality. I'd lost to him again.
"What was that about 'shredding' me? You folded just as pathetically as before."
"Gahk...♥ Kek...♥ Hnngh...♥"
Having already crumbled twice to his curses without resistance, I shifted to a short, decisive battle. Unleash blows too fast to counter, in a burst before the curses could eat away at my body. Mix feints and reals into unavoidable attacks. Ignore mana waste and chain explosive combos.
One lethal strike hidden among dozens of feints—one hit would threaten my life. But what good is a strike that doesn't land?
Infuriatingly, he saw through every feint and real, dismantling my blitz strategy. Like hunting a rampaging lion until it tired, he stubbornly focused on defense, wearing me down relentlessly until I was neutralized.
After that... it was the same as before. Throat strangled, ass smacked, soft belly pummeled mercilessly, breasts exposed and toyed with once I had no time to cover. One hand choking my neck, the other pinching my nipples.
"Nooo...♥ Leon Sodus...♥ Don't toy with my breasts like that...♥"
Like kneading brown marshmallows, Leon Sodus fondled my helpless chest over and over. Until I dangled limply, begging pathetically for my life.
"Kekh, krrgh..."
Even after he released me and I collapsed to the ground, exhausted, he kept tormenting me.
"If you dare challenge me so recklessly next time, it won't end with just a few breast gropes."
Having his fill of my chest, he spat on the ground and walked away.
After such a brutal thrashing, common sense said to stop dueling... But for some reason, I couldn't. Like a moth diving into flames, I couldn't stop challenging him.
Of course... you keep challenging until you win. Living with defeat was worse than death.
And so, that day, my record updated to three consecutive humiliating losses.
...And probably from then on. Every time I lost to Leon Sodus, alongside the humiliation... I started feeling some strange, perverse thrill.
Regrettably, I lost to him again. He was equal... no, I had to admit it. Slightly stronger than me right now.
After four losses, instead of wishes, he started demanding punishments. My arrogant attitude of challenging without improving needed discipline.
"You have to honor the promise, right, Princess? Get into the [bitch pose]. Ready."
"Tch... You bastard... This humiliation, someday..."
As he cracked his knuckles stretching his fists, I shamefully spread my legs and squatted down. Just imagining belly punches made my body surrender first.
"Eut...♥"
His latest punishment: spread my legs wide naked and show him.
"To make a woman do something so cruel...♥"
"Haha, for someone glaring like that... you're leaking way too much sticky fluid?"
"...This is, well... sweat...♥"
That childish lie crumbled instantly. To prove it false, he patted my pussy with his thick hand.
"Hngk...♥ Don't... press...♥"
He smeared my lewd juices across my face and slapped my cheek.
"Does the princess's sweat get this sticky? Hah, don't make this any more annoying."
"Hngguuk...♥"
Pressing firmly into my soft abdomen, he prattled on. Insulting a divine body... a crime worthy of death.
Mulling over the insult of forced humiliating exposure and defeat, I prepared my revenge.
'Next time it'll be even worse...♥ That can't... absolutely not happen...♥'
More degrading, body toyed with, sadistically beaten, forced into humiliating acts... I absolutely hated that...♥
So, the small sticky puddle where I'd squatted... made no sense.
5 Matches. 0 Wins. 5 Losses.
Of course, I lost again. Miserably. Overwhelmingly.
If you ask if I was angry... sure, but separately, I easily admitted defeat. Growth starts by acknowledging the opponent's superior tactics.
Submissively, I prepared to receive his punishment. So humiliating, so unwanted... but deserved for my reckless challenges.
Like before in the [bitch pose], I lay on the grass, legs spread in submission. Per his tastes: royal jewelry, arm warmers, hook leggings showing only toes and heels. Forbidden any other clothes, I had to take my punishment in attire lewder than a brothel dancer.
Now meekly admitting defeat, he mocked me.
"Hmm, feeling defeat a bit more comfortable now..?"
"...Eut, think what you want, Leon Sodus... Hngguuk...♥"
"Guess I need to press your honesty button."
He twisted my nipple hard, forcing me to say the 'specific phrase'. Succumbing again to the white-hot pain and pleasure.
"Krrgh...♥ Leon...♥ Hngguuk...♥ F-Fine, fine, so stop... tormenting my nipple..."
His prepared punishment: 'pussy stomping'. Calling my womanhood with vulgar slang, then stepping and grinding on my precious part with his bare foot.
"What're you waiting for? Start already."
Forcing noble me to beg for such filthy, lewd treatment myself.
Palms up like in worship, balanced on tiptoes, I spread my pussy wide. Ankles trained steady and unshaking.
'Not trained for this crap...♥'
In that lewd pose, with trembling voice, I said it.
"Please punish this horny defeated princess pussy... by stomping it however you like...♥"
Amused by my reaction, he raised his foot slightly, pressing firmly where my womb sat. Spreading my legs, grinding my womb with his sole, heel tormenting my pussy—a vulgar act.
Every brush of his sole made me twitch and shudder. So insulting, sadistic...♥
"Enjoying it?"
"Y-Yes...♥ N-No, how could I enjoy something like...♥ Hngguuk...♥"
Regardless of my will, my pussy squirted clear jets with every light step, leaking uncontrollably. Thinking my lie outrageous, he tilted his toes, slamming my lower belly.
"Hek♥ Hngghk♥ Too muuuch...♥ Why make me do something so cruel...♥"
"'Cause it's fun."
"Eut...♥ This humiliation, absolutely...♥"
Embarrassing, but my body... now got soaking wet just imagining defeat. Probably from him choking me every loss.
More precisely, what followed. Basic right to breathe restricted, regaining air only when forced to agree with him. Instinctual joy of breath after defeat—unrelated, yet repeatedly imprinted as one in my mind.
Repetitive breath control made obeying him, feeling joy post-defeat, feel natural.
'Cowardly, violent man... I can't live like this. If these pathetic losses pile up, my mind will break completely, turning me into his coffee-colored bitch. One big reversal win... etching a shining 1 win forever in our recent record... could shake off this 'bad habit' and heal my wounded pride.'
'In front of the heroes... win spectacularly for all to see.'
The heroes dominating this era... Victory before them would heal my scarred mind and body gloriously.
My thoughts didn't last.
"Eyes front."
He choked me again, ordering me to lewdly shake my hips.
"Hik...♥ Understood...♥"
How to win? Ponder after this [punishment] ends. Legs spread, foot vibrating, using my body like a toy—still, I lewdly climaxed.
Leaving me frog-flopped in afterglow, he walked off bored.
"I'll... get revenge...♥ Leon Sodus...!"
If I lost this too, maybe I'd permit penetration after defending it through other filthy acts—but his nipple training burned it away from my mind.