Defiling the Sword Saint, Luring the Spear Champion
I slapped away Lumiia Deneba's hand gripping the greatsword. She let out a pained groan and dropped the blade.
Her ambush had been pretty sharp. The precise strike from my blind spot could have been lethal depending on the situation. If I'd let my guard down against her, it would've cost me one Life Vessel.
But in the end, Lumiia's sneak attack failed. I kicked the sword far out of her reach so she couldn't grab it again. It flew off with a light clanging sound.
"Kuh! So close…!"
"It was a good ambush. But you failed. You prepared for this, right?"
I glared at her with wide eyes.
"Y-You're really gonna do it!?"
"Just like you tried to kill me for real, I'm gonna fuck you for real."
"Stay back! You trash! Pervert! Kuh!"
Lumiia's resistance was futile. Even at her original power level from the story, she wouldn't scare me—and right now, she was weaker than that.
She was just a kitten. Even more so now that she'd lost her weapon.
I forcibly stripped off her clothes. This was familiar territory for me. Her armor peeled away like soggy onion layers after a soak.
"We're still fighting! That guy's aiming for your back!"
Lumiia screamed, pointing at Aros.
But Aros showed no will to fight. His face twisted in terror as he glanced away.
"Master! We gotta run! He's completely insane!"
"He's running! Aren't you gonna catch him!?"
I pinned Lumiia's wrist as she thrashed. I could deal with Aros later. As a champion with clear limits, he wouldn't trip me up. Right now, I wanted to taste Lumiia's pussy.
"That's not your concern. Spread your legs here first."
I yanked down her pants and panties. She clenched her thighs like she was guarding her pussy, but she had no chance against my strength. I forced her legs apart.
Lumiia's inner flesh was taut like jelly. The deep muscle lines etched into her skin stirred a man's lust. Sweat trickled between her nicely protruding cleavage. Cold sweat, not battle sweat.
"What's with these slutty tits? That cleavage looks perfect for a dick slide."
The springy muscle bounced under my fingertips. A paizuri here would feel incredible.
But pussy came first. Aros and his summoner were already gone. They couldn't leave Loss City during the survival game anyway, so I could hunt them anytime.
I planned to wrap this up in a week... might take a bit longer now.
Fine by me. As long as I could ravage Lumiia's pussy.
"D-Don't…!"
"Struggling like that just hurts you more."
I spread her thighs wide. Her futile clenching made the position even more humiliating—a loser's pose, splaying her precious spot wide open.
"Your pussy's virgin, obviously?"
Lumiia's pussy came into view. Unlike the rest of her toned, muscular body screaming discipline, her pussy was surprisingly ordinary. The kind you'd see in vanilla milf porn. No real personality, except for the vivid pink hue. With all the unique pussies around me, this bland one was a minus.
It was bone-dry. No foreplay, and Power of Sex hadn't kicked in long enough.
"Don't do iiiit!!!"
She screamed and tried to shove me away, but Lumiia couldn't overpower me physically. She wasn't a weak champion, but my strength surpassed hers.
"No! I said no!"
"Then why'd you go for the back of my head?"
"You demon! I'll kill you for sure!"
I dropped my pants and brought my cock to her parched pussy. The entrance looked tiny. No way it'd go in dry—I'd need some lube to avoid injury…
"Oh right. I've still got one Gears Counter left. I command you with Gears Counter: Squirt your pussy juice!"
"Hiiiik!"
Lumiia squirted like a water gun.
Gears Counter's power was absolute. She tried to resist somehow, but she was a bird in a cage. I allowed no rebellion.
"Nice and sloppy now. Good pussy."
"Get out! Get the fuck away!"
"Can't do that. Not when there's prime pussy like this."
I slowly pressed my cock against her slick, juice-soaked folds. Still tight, but easier than before. This was the most consideration I'd give.
My cock invaded Lumiia's narrow pussy. I felt her walls desperately fighting back at the tip. But that resistance only made my dick happier. Not that Lumiia knew.
Squelch!
"Claimed it good. Your hymen's mine!"
"Aaaah! I'll kill you!!"
Lumiia reached for me with a screaming face.
Her hand grabbed my neck.
"Kuhhh! I'll kill you! Definitely… definitely…!"
Her grip on my throat weakened. Power of Sex was turning pain to pleasure.
How long could Lumiia hold out?
As a holy sword saint, I hoped she'd last a while.
"Hnghh~! I-I'm gonna… kill you… kill… youuu~♬"
Doesn't look like it…
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I fucked Lumiia for three hours straight. Cum and red virgin blood oozed sloppily from her gaping pussy lips.
"Haaah~♥ Y-You! I'll definitely kill you!"
No anger in her voice anymore. Just cute tsundere vibes. Lasted about five minutes?
"Since Aros got away, time to hunt another summoner."
Time kept ticking. I wanted to end this summoner survival fast. Lumiia's backstab delayed things a bit, but I was still on track.
"Kuh…! Where to next?"
Lumiia brushed off her knees and stood. Deflowering pain wasn't easy even for a champion, but her sword saint class gave her top-tier recovery.
"School."
"School?"
"Yeah. Can you keep up?"
"Kuh! I'll follow no matter what! To chop your fucking head off…"
"Try if you can. You know the penalty for failure, right?"
"……"
No answer.
I descended the mountain with Lumiia. Her stride was bold, unfitting for a freshly deflowered girl.
We arrived at Loss High School. One of the ordinary high schools in Loss City. It appeared in the original story too—because a summoner attended here.
I donned my Leon Mask near the school and headed in. Students hadn't gone home yet. They spotted me and screamed—terror or excitement, hard to tell.
"Whoa! It's Leon Mask!"
"Jackpot! Class canceled!?"
I strode through the halls confidently. Unlike adults, kids split into two camps: those screaming and fleeing like citizens, and those excitedly tailing me.
To internet-raised brats, Leon Mask was a righteous dark hero. I wasn't righteous at all.
"Leon Mask! Sign this!"
"Kyaa! Leon Mask looked at me!"
"Idiot! He looked at your shoe bag!"
"He turned and stared right into my eyes!"
I pushed through the chaos. No one blocked me. My target: Class 3-1.
Creak!
I opened the classroom door. The students hadn't grasped the situation. The middle-aged teacher mid-lecture froze, chalk in hand.
"Y-You're… Leon Mask?"
He was so shocked he ass-planted. The chalk clattered pathetically.
"Class, huh. Too bad."
I shut the door. Students panicked in chaos. Some approached excitedly instead.
"Real Leon Mask? Fuck, first time seeing you IRL!"
Obvious delinquent type—bottom of the class. I forgave bad grades, but not being a guy. Who the hell was he gonna show his face to?
Crack!
"Guhk!"
I smashed his face into the teacher's desk. Cornflakes of blood scattered on the floor. Now all students stared in horror.
"No chit-chat. I'm after one person in this room."
I eyed my target. Her twitching brow showed she knew she was it.
"Wh-Who's that?"
The teacher, holding some composure, asked.
"Hold up. Deal with that kid sneaking out the back."
Whoosh!
I fired a Holy Missile, grazing the fleeing student's cheek. He collapsed, pissing himself. One example set—no more defiance.
"You said just one! Let the rest go!"
The teacher tried logical negotiation. But I had no logic.
"That'd be boring. Wanna play a game to kill time?"
"G-Game!?"
He glanced at the window. Stalling for cops, probably.
"What game?"
"Simple rules. Teacher, pick one girl in the class. She strips naked."
"Wh-What…!"
"Can't understand plain words? If you're gonna preach, be ready to die."
I formed a Holy Missile in my palm. The protesting teacher bowed his head. Girls trembled; some cried.
I turned to him. Conflict still on his face.
I did this for lust, sure—but mainly to draw out this summoner's champion.
She's not interested in summoner survival itself—won't fight if I challenge her straight.
But with strong justice sense, this setup would make her show.
"Name a girl. Five seconds. 5, 4, 3, 2…"
"K-Kim Ye-bin! I name Ye-bin!"
"Good. Kim Ye-bin, stand up."
No one rose, but eyes locked on her.
"Hic… N-No…!"
"Ye-bin! Stand! We might die!"
"Crying now? What if Leon Mask gets mad!"
"She's always useless. Same now."
Classmates condemned her.
Crowd psychology?
Just seconds ago, classmates—now buried alive. Made me think Hobbes was right. Hell, looking at me proved it.
"What's this?"
A low mid-range voice from behind. Not a man's.
"Leon Mask. Seen you on TV. What business here?"
A brown-skinned beauty with a spear glared, hair whipping. Akillerra, the champion I targeted.
"This spear exterminates evil. You won't leave alive."
"Cocky bitch."
Real hunt begins.