A Betrayal of Betrayals

A betrayal of a betrayal of a betrayal. Even the Hidden Leaf Village would look heartwarming next to this.

To put a final period on this long, winding chain of treachery, Rienna raised her wand toward me. She believed without a shred of doubt that she would be the protagonist of this farcical little comedy.

"You're well aware of my abilities, my lady."

"Of course I am. I've heard of the merits you earned in the territorial war, Master Walker, until they were drilled into my ears. That's precisely why I prepared so thoroughly."

Rienna struck the floor with one end of her wand. A blue aura rippled outward from it in every direction, like a stone dropped into a still lake. There was no question this was some form of magic.

A peculiar hum tickled my ears — and then the change hit. It felt as if a massive weight had suddenly settled on my shoulders. The air itself seemed several times heavier than before.

Gravity manipulation? For an alchemist like Rienna, a spell of this caliber wouldn't be difficult if she'd prepared properly.

Watching her look at me with that completely unbothered expression, I realized the effect was applied to me alone.

So she rigged this room somehow.

The pressure was enough that an ordinary mage would have collapsed on the spot. I, however, kept my legs planted firm.

My Strength stat is 331. Even with the Synchronization Rate penalty dragging my effective stats down, it still sits well over 200. A mere two- or threefold increase in gravity is not enough to put me on my knees.

I reached a hand toward Rienna. I had no intention of killing her, but I did need to take her down a peg. She needed to be made to understand her place.

"Darkness Arrow."

A black arrow, darkness given form, materialized in midair and shot toward Rienna. Before it could reach her, it struck something like a transparent membrane and vanished.

"I expected as much, but you're no ordinary man. A showing worthy of the hero who defeated the Ernest territorial army."

"A shield, is it? I'm curious how sturdy it is."

I spread both hands wide.

The fruit of consistent training and sex. I can use all six elemental skills at once — though the mana drain is extreme, so there's a limit to how many times I can pull it off.

"To manage that even under three times gravity. Impressive."

"I'm the one who's impressed. With this much power, you could have taken the field in the territorial war."

"He forbade it. Said the lady of the house must stay and protect the home. He wasn't wrong. But it's laughable. A man who couldn't even keep his own sons alive, saying something like that."

Rienna frowned as she answered. My abilities had clearly far exceeded her expectations. And yet there was still not a trace of fear in anything she did.

I focused and loosed the arrows. The Fire Arrow and Water Arrow at the spot where she stood; the rest along every path she might flee. Rienna swept her wand left and right, deploying her magic.

"Force Barrier."

A distortion of space formed around her, as if a giant convex lens had appeared in midair. The warp covered her in a hemisphere — the reinforced barrier refracting light, creating that visual effect.

My arrows slammed into her shield.

A dull impact rang out — and I was already moving. Fat as this body was, with Agility approaching 200, I darted like a weasel.

I slipped the Holy Gauntlets onto both hands.

"What a troublesome barrier."

To break a shield like this, fists work better than Arrow-type skills. I drew one foot back, crouched slightly, and loaded my fist. Then I put rotation through my torso and drove the cocked punch straight forward. My gauntleted fist struck Rienna's barrier dead-on.

A roar incomparably louder than before. I felt the crack form in the barrier through my fingertips. Rienna's mouth fell open in shock — she clearly hadn't anticipated a combat style that transitioned from magic to martial arts.

"Y-you're a mage…"

"Time Acceleration."

The world slowed. In the time it would take an ordinary person to take a single step, I was right in front of her. The roughly five meters of space between us vanished in an instant.

Heavy gravity crushed my shoulders, and my rolling flesh restricted my movement, but I could still produce that kind of speed. I seized Rienna by the throat and lifted her with one hand.

"Ghk!"

I snatched the wand from her grip. The moment a mage like Rienna allowed me to close the distance, her defeat was already decided. She'd prepared, in her own way — but it wasn't enough. Not against me.

Grown monstrously powerful through the Power of Sex, I was confident I could beat every NPC in Coulon Territory. To beat me, you'd need someone on Luna's level.

"Well? Was this part of your calculations too, my lady?"

I spoke as I watched Rienna thrash in midair, clutching at the hand around her throat.

"Kh! This… wasn't in my…"

I stored her wand in my inventory, then slowly set her down on the ground.

With Rienna subdued, the gravity crushing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me vanished. At the same time, the powerful mana that had enveloped the entire drawing room melted away like snow. The soundproofing spell and the door-locking spell had both been released.

She turned her head toward the door, tensed her abdomen, and tried to scream. But my reaction speed, still under Time Acceleration, was far faster. Even without the skill, she couldn't have matched me.

"That won't do. It isn't time for outsiders to interfere just yet."

"Mmph! Mmph!"

I covered her mouth and made her look at me. Fear had settled in Rienna's eyes. According to her plan, I should have taken her magic and died. An ordinarily strong mage would have been caught in the gravity-amplification trap, unable to even put up a fight, and died right there.

But I'm a battle mage. My hand-to-hand, in particular, I learned directly from Sera.

"Count Valte shared his plans with me, and so did you, Countess. So allow me to share mine. I'm going to fuck you and make you my sex slave. And then, naturally, I'll take this territory as well. How's that? Much cleaner than Count Valte's rambling mess of a scheme, don't you think?"

I spoke as I pulled down my pants. My cock, thick as a python, swung free.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

Seeing that overwhelming size, Rienna's eyes went wide as saucers and she shook her head. Moved by how enormous my thing is? Count Coulomb's was certainly smaller than mine.

"How long has it been since you last had a cock?"

I gently uncovered her mouth. Rienna cried out at me, her face twisted with terror.

"L-let's make a deal! A deal… I underestimated you. I'm sorry. I'll apologize, so we can all end this amicably…"

"It will end ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠amicably. You'll go mad with pleasure, and I'll acquire this territory. What ending could possibly be better than that?"

"Urgh! Knights! Knights!"

The drawing room door burst open. Color flooded back into Rienna's face — the expression of someone dangling from a cliff who just spotted a rope coming down toward them.

She spoke in a raw, ragged voice that held not a shred of dignity.

"Knights! This man is an assassin! He murdered the Count! Kill him at once! Heh heh! Master Walker! You may have forgotten, but this is my castle! I've won!"

Rienna said this with bloodshot eyes. The person who had opened the door approached her slowly.

"This man even tried to rape me! Kill him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠immediately! And—"

"Don't talk nonsense, lady."

A petite girl with a purple bob, wearing a black bodystocking. My shadow, Arme, walked toward Rienna with cat-quiet footsteps. The moment Rienna saw her, her face turned to ice. Every drop of blood seemed to drain from it.

"Wh-who are you!?"

"Master was taking so long I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came in on my own. Not being a bother, am I?"

"Perfect timing. You did what I asked?"

"Yep. Used a magic scroll — not a sound from this room is leaking outside. Looks like the lady already sent everyone away, so even if they heard something they wouldn't come. But still."

"The more thorough, the better."

Rienna trembled as she listened to our conversation. She looked at me with an expression on the verge of shattering.

"To bring someone like that here… You… you intended to betray us from the start?"

"Hmm? Isn't that obvious? Didn't you yourself think betrayal was the natural course, Countess? Betray, and you can have everything. Same goes for me."

She had betrayed to seize the territory and dispose of a nuisance. And I had done the same.

"Taking Coulon Territory, eliminating House Valte — how wonderful is that? I never had the slightest intention of marrying Count Valte's orc of a daughter. My plan from the beginning was to kill everyone here, violate you, and make you mine."

But they had betrayed first. Well, I'd more or less seen it coming.

"Nnnngh…!"

My cock had been throwing a tantrum for a while now, demanding to be fed.

I pulled a few interesting items from my inventory. First out was a long chair — a high-backed black seat whose cushion split into two sections at the end, so that sitting properly meant spreading your legs wide. A waxing chair I'd bought in the real world.

"Arme."

"Heh heh! I wonder what a high-and-mighty Countess's pussy looks like. I'm curious too."

Arme flicked her dagger twice. The blade didn't so much as graze Rienna's skin as it sliced her clothes clean off. Rienna screamed and thrashed, but I held her arms firmly in place.

"Sit her in the chair."

Arme sat Rienna in the chair. I pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, cuffed each of her arms, and locked the other ends to the chair's armrests.

"Nnh! Nnh! Nnh! Let go of me! I said let go!"

"It seems you've forgotten even your manners now. Well, that's fine. Etiquette is a luxury a bitch like you doesn't need."

I turned my gaze to her pussy. Rienna's cunt was a dense jungle of hair — a pussy that had never been shaved even once in her life.

Well, the concept of pussy-shaving doesn't exist in Solari World. Not among the nobility, at least. The humans who do shave are usually doing it for religious reasons, or they're congenitally hairless. You do occasionally see it among those in the pleasure trade. Knowledge I acquired while fucking a great many women, so I'm certain of it.

"Master. This bitch looks so proper on the outside, but her pussy is a total overgrown field. Don't tell me she's never trimmed it even once?"

"Seems that way. Though you were the same before I caught you, weren't you?"

"Ugh! I-I was clean and hairless! Anyway, this pussy. What are you gonna do with it now?"

Arme steered the topic toward Rienna's cunt. The pubic hair was so thick you couldn't even make out the actual shape.

I pulled out a razor and started mowing the lawn. Her screaming was so loud I produced a ball gag and stuffed it in her mouth. She kept going mmph-mmph, but the noise dropped considerably.

I sang a cheerful little song as I shaved her.

"Master! Hurry up and finish. I wanna see that bitch's pussy too."

"Now, now. Bread doesn't bake itself just because the flour's impatient. Rush the job and it only gets sloppier and slower. A thing's got to be made properly — you can't go nicking the goods while you're at it."

I became a pussy-hair-shaving old craftsman and put my heart and soul into Rienna's crotch. The jungle was mowed down completely, and a cute, bare little pussy peeked out at last.