The Knight Does Not Submit

Clap, clap, clap. The sharp sound of Raibel's palms slapping together filled the room. "Young Master, do your best, woof!" "Ugh." "Cum on! Cum on, woof!" It was the picture of an ordinary maid cheering her master with everything she had. The only thing that made it anything but ordinary was the fact that the maid's voluptuous breasts were completely exposed, and the master had his cock out, furiously stroking himself while using those perky tits as his personal fap material.

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Raibel's breasts jiggled wildly every time she clapped. It looked like a scene straight out of some porn parody of a sports festival. Sex sports festival, huh? I really want to try that someday. Now that I'd successfully trained Masha and the number of heroines following me was steadily growing, it wasn't an impossible dream. After all, this was the world of an adult game I'd possessed.

Anyway, to repay Raibel's enthusiastic cheering, I declared in a bold voice, "All right! One more round, let's go!"

Spurt, spurt. Thick semen blasted out from my twitching urethra with tremendous force. This was already the third time I'd cum into the bucket Raibel had brought.

After three powerful orgasms, my virility stat had risen, and I'd produced just about the right amount of semen for our needs. Why were we doing something so insane? It was all part of the plan.

"Whew, this should be enough," I said.

"Are you finished, woof?" Raibel asked.

"Yeah. Thanks for the tits."

"Not at all. These breasts belong to you, Young Master, until your baby is born, woof."

"...Thanks."

Raibel casually tossed out those embarrassing words and began picking up her clothes. She walked over to the bucket, peered inside with a slightly suspicious expression, and asked, "Are you really going to summon a spirit with this?"

"That's right. Hard to believe, huh?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but..."

Even the skill's owner had doubted the description with their own two eyes. I couldn't blame Raibel for being skeptical. But it was all true. I was about to prove it by summoning a hamster from my cum.

"All right, I'll show you right now." I walked over to Raibel, who was still staring doubtfully at the bucket. "Spirit, heed my summons!" I shouted the cringey line with dramatic flair.

I didn't actually need to yell out some chuuni incantation like in manga or anime, but I wanted to look cool in front of Raibel.

"Ooooh! Young Master, you're so cool, woof!" Raibel clapped like an excited seal even at my ridiculous display. Her reactions were as explosive as I'd hoped. I gave her a thumbs-up.

"Heh heh. This is what I'm capable of."

While I was busy showing off in front of Raibel, a rustling sound came from inside the bucket. She approached it carefully and lifted the little ball of fur into her palm.

"Is this the mouse you were talking about, woof?"

"It's not a mouse, it's a hamster... but yeah."

Hamtori No. 2. I'd spent all day thinking hard before giving it a name. Unlike No. 1, which had been made from a few drops of semen spilled on the floor, No. 2 had been created from three full loads and was noticeably larger. Its clear, sparkling eyes without a trace of crust made it look far more reliable than its predecessor.

"Awoo, it's so cute, woof!" Raibel rubbed the hamster against her cheek. Even knowing it was made of semen, she still acted like this. I cleared my throat.

"Ahem. Raibel?"

"Yes? Ah, I'm sorry. It was just too adorable... hehe..."

Now that Hamtori No. 2 was ready, it was time to begin the operation.

"Okay, Raibel. You remember the plan, right?"

"Yes, woof!"

Our strategy to conquer Masha went like this:

One: Masturbate to summon a hamster.

Two: Raibel carries Hamtori near Masha's room and releases it.

Three: Hamtori infiltrates the room and searches for an opening.

Four: I fuck Masha's cunt with my cock.

There seemed to be quite a few steps missing between three and four? We'd gloss over the minor details.

I still don't know the layout of Masha's room or what time she goes to sleep...

I'd never visited Masha's room in the game. Hell, I wasn't even sure if it had been implemented at all. That was why Hamtori No. 2's role was so important.

Through practice with No. 1 last night, I'd learned how to control the semen hamster. The method was surprisingly simple. I just had to give mental commands for where I wanted it to go. The problem came when it left my field of vision. Then I had to control it using only the visual and audio information it sent back, which doubled the difficulty.

Therefore, to minimize the time I had to control it blindly, we'd decided Raibel would transport Hamtori all the way to the front of Masha's room.

Like a general ordering a paratrooper landing, I furrowed my brows with a solemn expression and commanded, "All right! Raibel, Hamtori is launching!"

"Yes, woof! I will definitely succeed!"

Raibel answered with an awkward, overly serious salute that she'd picked up from somewhere. Soon after, she set off toward the mission area with Hamtori No. 2.

Masha's room was on the opposite side of the mansion from mine—on the second floor of the east annex where the servants stayed. As soon as Raibel left with the hamster, I sat down on the floor in a comfortable position and closed my eyes tightly.

From yesterday's experience, closing my eyes when the hamster was summoned helped me share its vision much more clearly. It also reduced the motion sickness from the perspective shift. The moment I shut my eyes, I saw the mansion from Hamtori's point of view, perched on Raibel's hand. The hallway looked enormous. It felt like I'd become a tiny person in Gulliver's Travels.

"Huff... huff..."

Raibel's breathing echoed inside my head. The way her breaths were gradually becoming more ragged made it obvious she was nervous too. Thanks to her hurried pace, we reached the east annex quickly. Even though it was just past evening, the hallway was completely silent, without a single shadow of a person.

The hamster's view darted around rapidly. Raibel was probably checking the surroundings. Like a spy from a movie, she whispered quietly, completely immersed in the mission. "This is Raibel. Can ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you hear me, Young Master, woof?"

I'm listening, Raibel. To signal affirmation, I made the hamster hop once on her palm. It was a prearranged sign. After receiving my response, Raibel pointed toward a room at the end of the corridor.

"That's the room Masha is using."

Arrogantly displayed on Masha's door was the stag emblem of House Reinhardt. No light leaked from beneath the firmly closed door. It seemed Masha was out.

This is a heaven-sent opportunity. With Masha absent, we could comfortably secure the best position for reconnaissance—no, for voyeurism. Raibel must have sensed my thoughts, because she reached the front of Masha's door in an instant.

"Be careful, Squeaky, woof." Raibel whispered the name she'd arbitrarily given it and gently set Hamtori No. 2 down in front of the door.

"All right, let's do this." At my command, Hamtori No. 2 squeezed its head through the narrow gap beneath the door. Fortunately, its soft, squishy hamster body was able to wriggle through. The moment it entered the room, portraits—no, clearly photographs—of Masha and Isabel hanging on the wall came into view.

Vivid full-color photographs in a world that only seemed to have advanced to the Victorian era at best. It felt completely out of place. But I didn't dwell on it too deeply. It's probably just some magic thing. They say sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic. Conversely, in a world where magic actually existed, any insane technology could be made to sound plausible if you just called it magic.

The two of them, looking like they'd only just become adults, greeted me with gentle smiles. After satisfying my curiosity about the strange photograph, I moved Hamtori No. 2 again. It diligently climbed up the desk leg and hid itself on top. The messy documents scattered across the desk were the perfect size for a tiny hamster to conceal itself behind.

The bed, desk, wardrobe, and discarded expensive clothes all came into view at once. The most eye-catching object was a safe with a lock as big as a book. It even had two keyholes.

I wonder what's inside? Whatever it was, she clearly didn't want anyone to see it, hence the heavy security.

Knock, knock. A careful rapping sounded on the door. The voice came from outside. This time it wasn't through the hamster's ears, but my own.

"Young Master, it's me, woof."

Raibel, having successfully completed her mission, entered the room.

"Young Master! This is Raibel reporting safe return, woof!"

"Good work. As expected of you, Raibel."

"Hehe. What about Masha?"

"She's not back yet."

Raibel crouched down beside me. "Do you think she's with Lady Isabel?"

"Maybe."

Our target Masha wasn't here, but our preparations were complete. All that remained was to wait patiently.

"All right, Masha. I'm going to see every last thing you've got."

"Hic... Damn it... I drank too much..."

To comfort Lady Isabel, who had looked so depressed after what happened with Cordelia, I'd drunk well beyond my limits. It was the first time since coming to the mansion that I'd gotten this completely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasted. The floor swayed up and down like the winter sea. My eyes felt like they were spinning on a carousel. In the end, I vomited everything onto the floor.

"Uweeegh!"

After emptying my stomach in one go, the nausea finally subsided a little. The mansion hallway floor was now a mess of the food I'd eaten earlier. But the servants would clean it up tomorrow, so I didn't need to worry about it. Before the disgusting smell could make me sick again, I hurriedly left the area.

Fortunately, my room wasn't far. I opened the door, entered, and carelessly set the sword from my waist beside the bed. The moment I lay down, a groan escaped me.

"Ha... I finally feel alive again."

The fresh air coming through the open window washed away the taste of vomit in my mouth.

"Lady Isabel..."

Suddenly I was worried about my beautiful master. Arwen, the old men of House Valery, Ethan who'd already died, and even Lady Cordelia today. The only people who gathered around Lady Isabel were those who caused her trouble.

"I'm the only one."

I was the only person who truly worried about Lady Isabel from the bottom of my heart. If I could, I would want to serve her in the same room. Of course, I knew that was impossible. Not only would it bother her, but my noble Lady Isabel would discover my ugly hobby.

"..."

I'd tried to hold back today, but my body, heated by the alcohol, kept craving it. I got up from the bed and trudged over to the safe.

"It's been a while..."

Rationalizing it to myself, I unlocked the safe with the two keys I wore as a necklace. Then I took out the thing I'd hidden so carefully inside.

A double-headed dildo. Yes, the very toy women used when they made love to each other. It was an object of both love and hate that had helped me endure this detestable mansion life alongside Lady Isabel. Naturally, the target of my masturbation wasn't some filthy man, but Lady Isabel.

"Haah... Lady Isabel..."

I didn't even need to warm myself up with my fingers. The dildo slid straight into my pussy, already wet with anticipation.

"Haaah♡ Aaaah♡"

I felt self-disgust at the sin of using the master I admired as masturbation material. At the same time, the immorality of that very sin made it impossible to hold back my excitement.

"Haaang♡ I'm sorry... Please forgive this vulgar pig Masha, my lady♡"

I apologized to Lady Isabel, who was probably sleeping peacefully in her room without knowing anything—that her female knight was this ugly. If Lady Isabel saw me like this right now, what would she think?

The photograph of Lady Isabel on the wall caught my eye. A commemorative photo taken together on the day of my Academy graduation. I could imagine that beautiful face twisting in disappointment, then in disgust. Yet even as I apologized, my pathetic right hand was frantically pumping the dildo.

"Haah♡ I have to stop...♡ Haaaaah♡ I'm cumming!"

The lewd pig climaxed spectacularly in the end. I could feel my pussy clenching around the dildo. Once again, I had lost to my desires. Right now, I was nothing but a beast who had surrendered to lust.

"Haa... haa..."

My body went limp from the orgasm and the subsequent wave of regret. The room fell silent. No sound could be heard. I lay on the bed like that for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling, when a sudden rustling noise stabbed at my ears. Even that tiny sound made my heart drop.

"Who's there!"

In an instant, I grabbed the sword I'd left beside the bed. Cold sweat ran down my neck. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I sharpened all my senses and approached the door. If there was someone outside—whether a maid or a Reinhardt soldier—I would cut them down without hesitation. Rather than let my disgrace reach Lady Isabel's ears, it was better to become a murderer.

With that resolve, I flung the door open.

"Huh?"

There was no one there to behead. The dark hallway showed no signs of anyone having passed through. Then the rustling sound came again. The source was behind me—my desk. And the one making the paper rustle on top of it was a strangely shaped rat I'd never seen before.

"Is that... a rat?"

The little mouse that had been scurrying around on the desk noticed me approaching, squeezed through the slightly open window, and leaped from the second-floor windowsill. After the dull thud of it hitting the ground, no more noise reached my ears.

"What the hell was that..."

It was fortunate I hadn't been seen, but the shock of suddenly watching a rat commit suicide was impossible to hide.

"Kugh, Hamtori No. 2!"

Right after the emergency evacuation from Masha's room, my connection with Hamtori No. 2 was severed. It must have landed badly when it fell. All I could do was pray in my heart that the agent who had fulfilled its mission so admirably had passed without pain.

"Young Master, how did it go, woof?" Raibel asked about the reconnaissance results. I gathered my thoughts and told her everything I'd seen.

"No way..." Raibel was stunned by the hardcore detail of a female knight masturbating to her mistress. She clearly hadn't imagined it. Well, neither had I.

"So, Young Master, what will you do now, woof?"

Raibel asked about the next plan. A single perverted—no, creative—idea flashed through my mind.

"Raibel, do you also help with the laundry in the mansion?"

"Yes? It's not my main duty, but I help sometimes. Why, woof?"

"I see. Hehehe..."

The villainous laugh of someone plotting a wicked prank naturally escaped me.

"I've thought of a new plan."

I explained the operation to Raibel, who was looking at me with eyes full of admiration. But after hearing it, her brows furrowed in confusion. Her eyes widened as she said, "No matter what, how could you do something like that..."

"It's the only way to catch Masha for sure."

I continued persuading the hesitant Raibel. After several minutes, she finally nodded.

"I understand. Raibel will help with all her heart, woof."

"Haha, thank you."

The plan was set. A single plan that would leave Masha with no choice but to fall.