The Knight Does Not Submit
"Then I'll take my leave now."
It was nearly ten at night when I had no choice but to leave Isabel's room. I had tried my best not to show it in front of her, but the irritation bubbling up from deep inside my chest refused to fade. I kicked the corridor wall in frustration.
"Damn it, when is that bastard finally going to kick the bucket?"
Arwen had not become a complete invalid today either. Though his body seemed to be deteriorating, he was somehow managing to stay on his feet.
"The Academy bastards will be here in two days..."
If Arwen left the mansion with them, the past month of effort would be wasted. Of course, Lady Sophia, who had already enrolled at the Academy, would keep an eye on him, but that alone wasn't enough. For the Valeri family—for Isabel, to be precise—to seize control of the Reinhardt family, Arwen had to collapse before departing for the Academy.
"That idiot Gunter. What kind of all-purpose poison leaves no trace and turns someone into a vegetable?"
Gunter was Isabel's twin brother. It was hard to believe that useless pig had come from the same womb as her. He couldn't do a single thing properly.
"If only I could just kill Arwen myself..."
My hand kept drifting toward the hilt of my sword. Slitting that scrawny neck of his would be easier than hunting goblins. One clean strike and Arwen would be dead before he even realized it. Yet despite my passionate arguments earlier, Isabel had refused to allow me to take his life.
"Could she possibly... feel pity for him?"
I shook my head at my own question. My mistress, who had always made cold and calculated decisions, would never do such a thing. I felt pathetic for even entertaining such disloyal thoughts.
As I was inwardly scolding myself, a suspicious scent suddenly invaded my nose. It was sweet, arousing, and strangely erotic—like something that would drift from the red-light district.
"Hah... why am I like this?"
A moan slipped out before I could stop it. Before I knew it, I had become a bee drawn to the scent of flowers, wandering in search of its source. I knew something was wrong, but my reason had completely lost control.
The scent was coming from a piece of cloth lying on the floor not far away. Like a grave robber blinded by treasure, I rushed over and snatched it up. The rich fragrance immediately filled my mouth and nostrils.
The cloth was a pair of dangerously thin, semi-transparent black silk panties.
"Th-this is... no way?"
I recognized them instantly. They were the panties Isabel had occasionally let peek out from beneath her nightgown. The very panties that had covered her luscious womanhood. The forbidden fruit I had licked countless times in my fantasies now rested in my hands.
"Why is Isabel's underwear here...?"
It was possible the maids had made a mistake while moving the laundry. Whatever the reason, knowing they belonged to Isabel made the scent even more intoxicating. My nose tingled and my head felt fuzzy.
There was a slight dampness on Isabel's panties. I swallowed hard and spread them open. A wet stain was clearly visible on the part that would have pressed against her most intimate place. When I touched it with my finger, a sticky fluid clung to my skin. It was definitely not ordinary water. It was a bodily fluid produced by a human woman.
"Th-this is... Isabel's love juice..."
With trembling fingers, I brought it to my tongue. The moment I licked the fluid from my hand, an electric jolt of pleasure shot through my entire body.
"Haa... haaah!"
If I kept this up, Isabel in the next room would surely hear my moans. Feeling like a perverted underwear thief straight out of puberty, I clutched Isabel's panties tightly to my chest and fled the scene.
Fortunately, I didn't run into anyone on the way back to my room. The moment I stepped inside, a wave of self-loathing crashed over me for making such a stupid choice.
"I've gone mad. What the hell am I supposed to do with this...?"
But it was too late for regrets. The deed was already done. I had become a panty thief. I pulled out the precious item I had brought with me. In my hand was my beloved mistress's underwear, stained with her love juices. The deadly black silk still tempted me with its seductive scent, begging me to suck on it.
Saliva pooled on my tongue, and I could feel arousal slowly rising between my legs. I knew I shouldn't, but right now I desperately wanted to take this lovely pair of panties into my mouth and suck them clean.
In the end, I succumbed to temptation.
"J-just once. Just this one time."
Even if I regretted it later and called myself a vulgar pig, it didn't matter. I wanted to masturbate right now.
I rushed to the door and, with shaking hands, managed to insert the key into the lock. I immediately pulled out my dildo and hurled my cumbersome black sword into the corner of the room. The pride I had maintained for over ten years as a knight was utterly useless in the face of lust.
With my left hand, I brought the stolen panties to my mouth and sucked greedily on the wet stain like a nursing baby. I didn't want to waste a single drop of Isabel's precious love juice. At the same time, my right hand furiously thrust the dildo inside me.
The moment the dildo slightly spread my entrance, I came. Lewd, wet squelching sounds filled the room. A flood of arousal was pouring from my pussy.
"Hic... hic... haaaah♡ Isabel... Isabel♡"
The moment I called her name, an orgasm unlike anything I had ever felt before washed over me. I had never experienced such pleasure. It was like being struck by lightning across my entire body. I was certain—this was my love for Isabel.
"Th-this... this is love?"
Eros's Potion
"Pfft, love? Don't make me laugh."
"Wh-what?!"
The person who kicked open my door was Arwen Reinhardt. The frail, sickly appearance from earlier in the day was gone. He stared at me with sharp, confident eyes. A mocking smirk played on his lips.
"Was Lady Masha that desperate for sex? Look at you, hiccupping and masturbating like that."
"Y-you...!"
The climax from the dildo still buried inside me combined with the sudden shock left my body completely immobile.
"Alright, Raibel. Arrest that bitch in heat immediately!"
"Woof!"
"S-stay back!"
At his command, an unfamiliar maid rushed toward me. The powerful dog beastkin maid swiftly cuffed both my wrists on Arwen's orders. Before I could resist, I was completely restrained.
"You sons of bitches! Take these off right now!"
I growled and struggled to break the cuffs binding my hands, but they didn't even flinch. Strangely, the ordinary-looking restraints that should have shattered easily under my strength remained perfectly intact. Instead, I felt my power slowly draining away.
"Hehe, operation successful, Raibel."
"Operation successful indeed, young master."
They clapped their hands in front of me as if mocking me.
"Let me go! Let go of me!"
All I could do now was clench my thighs together to keep them from seeing the dildo twitching inside my pussy.
One day earlier.
"No matter how you look at it, that's just too much..."
The plan I had proposed to Raibel was a simple bait operation. Of course, the bait itself was anything but ordinary.
If Raibel stole Isabel's panties and we sprayed them with the aphrodisiac I had purchased from Wolfgang, it would be perfect. The aphrodisiac was called Eros's Potion. When mixed with bodily fluids, it created a special aphrodisiac that would only arouse the target toward the person whose fluids were used.
Finally, we would hand the panties over to Masha. The name of the operation: Heart-Pounding Married Woman's Panties Bait Grand Strategy.
Raibel had shown clear reluctance toward the downright immoral act of stealing her stepmother's underwear, but she eventually yielded to my persuasion. With her help, the plan proceeded smoothly.
First, Raibel stole Isabel's panties from the laundry room. Then Raibel and I waited patiently for the perfect moment to deliver them. I had considered sneaking them into Masha's room, but to avoid suspicion, it was best for Masha to discover them naturally near Isabel.
Just as I was beginning to worry that another whole day would pass without results, the opportunity finally arrived. When Masha entered Isabel's bedroom for their meeting, Raibel—who had been watching her—immediately informed me. I rushed straight to Isabel's room and dropped the prepared panties near the door so Masha would see them on her way out.
Of course, the panties had been coated with the aphrodisiac mixed with my semen. I had even carefully applied it to resemble Isabel's love juice stains. A nice little touch.
"Perfect. With this much, Masha has no choice but to fall for it."
And now, back in the present, the operation had succeeded beyond all expectations. The iron-willed knight who had seemed like an impenetrable fortress now lay before me with her thighs and pussy completely exposed. Her lower mouth twitched obediently around the dildo. Her upper mouth, however, was still quite defiant.
Masha threatened me without any of her usual polite pretense.
"Let me go! Let go of me right now! Or I'll wring your neck!"
I approached the furiously shouting Masha and delivered two crisp, merciless slaps to her arrogant cheeks.
Slap! Slap!
Her reddened cheeks. Masha stared at me with wide, rabbit-like eyes.
"Kyaa... How dare you?!"
"It seems you still haven't grasped your current situation."
"What did you say?"
"If you keep acting so rudely, I'll have no choice but to call for help, you know?"
When the person who had forcibly restrained her spoke of calling for help, Masha looked utterly dumbfounded.
"What? You're the ones who attacked me!"
"Hahaha. That's easy to fix. I can just claim that you attacked me first and it was self-defense. You have plenty of things to feel guilty about, don't you?"
"What? How could you possibly know..."
My words had struck a deeply hidden nerve. Masha's pupils trembled.
"That reaction tells me it's true."
"D-did you just test me?"
"Who knows? But that's not what's important to you right now, is it?"
I moved toward Masha's crotch and roughly yanked out the dildo buried deep inside her pussy.
"Haa..."
I wiped the dildo, dripping with her love juices, on her bedsheets. Masha watched anxiously.
"Wow, a double-headed dildo for yuri play. This is my first time seeing one in person."
The dildo with two glans was incredibly striking up close. I examined it as I spoke.
"A knight who masturbates with her master's underwear. I wonder what kind of face the others would make if they found out."
"Th-that's..."
"Does Mother know? That you're actually such a lewd sow?"
"Ugh..."
The moment Isabel's name left my mouth, Masha's face twisted horribly.
"To think that the loyal knight who has served her blood relative for a lifetime was actually a cumrag who wanted to be fucked by her. I wonder how shocked Isabel would be if she found out?"
"Shut up! What do you know about me... Kyaa?!"
I smacked Masha's ass hard with her own dildo as punishment for running her mouth again without understanding the situation. A loud whack rang out, and a bright red welt appeared on her ass like a child who had been caned.
I waved the dildo in front of her face in warning.
"Watch your mouth, Masha. Your fate is in my hands."
"...What?"
"It would be wise not to speak so arrogantly. Otherwise, I really will call for people."
Masha finally seemed to understand the situation and clamped her lips shut. After a moment of silence, she spoke.
"...What is your goal, Lord Arwen?"
Her voice had become much more subdued. I answered her honestly.
"My goal? It's simple. To educate a rude woman like you."
"E-educate...?"
Without answering, I stared at her glistening petals, wet with arousal. Masha's face turned deathly pale as she noticed my gaze.
"I'm going to personally educate you with my cock. I'll turn you into a body that can't live without it. You should feel honored to become the seedbed for the Reinhardt family's legitimate heir."
"N-no! Please, anything but that!"
"If you refuse, I'll have no choice but to reveal your true nature to everyone."
"Th-that... Hic... Hic..."
Finally pushed to her limit, Masha's eyes began to slowly turn bloodshot.
'She's almost there.'
To break a proud woman like Masha, this level of intense whipping was absolutely necessary. I offered her a sweet carrot that her broken spirit could not refuse.
"Alright, if you're that against it, I'll add one condition of my own."
Masha, who had been hanging her head and sobbing, looked up at me. I pointed at the clock.
"If you haven't submitted to pleasure by this time tomorrow, I'll disappear as the Valeri family wishes."
"...What do you mean?"
"You already understood. I'll leave the empire completely and go into hiding. I'll live the rest of my life as a nameless wanderer."
"Young master!"
Raibel called out to me in a worried voice. I raised my hand to signal that it was fine. I continued explaining the terms to Masha.
"However, if you admit that you will become my sex slave, you must remain my toy until the day you die. A mere livestock that cannot refuse any of my commands."
It was literally a final sex battle where both sides wagered everything. Masha's expression showed she was deeply conflicted by the bet that put both their lives on the line.
"What are you hesitating for? If you win, this entire mansion and territory will belong to Isabel, the woman you love so much."
My serpentine tongue finally convinced her. Masha accepted the bet.
"...Very well."
Her trembling shoulders had calmed. Her expression showed a firm resolve to endure for Isabel's sake.
'Yes. This is how it should be. Now it feels worth fucking her.'
Her magnificent expression ignited my own fighting spirit.
"Good. The bet is established. Shall we begin immediately?"
When I snapped my fingers, Raibel approached Masha and began removing her clothes.
"Who are you? Get away from me right now."
"Shut up, Masha. If it weren't for the young master's orders, I'd wring your neck for trying to harm Lord Arwen."
'Wow... Raibel can be pretty terrifying when she's angry.'
This was the first time I had seen Raibel this furious. Masha, who had always held the superior position, shrank back at the maid's icy tone.
In the end, Masha ended up completely naked except for the handcuffs in front of the man she despised most. I couldn't even imagine the shame and despair she must be feeling.
"Then I should get ready too."
To keep Masha from feeling lonely, I stripped off all my clothes as well. My proud cock, ready for the battle against Masha, sprang forth with the dignity of soldiers marching into combat. It stood tall like a banner held high by troops.
The moment Masha saw my fully erect member, her face—which had been filled with determination just moments ago—twisted in horror, as if she had encountered a monster in the mountains.
"That's impossible... How can a human... Are you an ogre or something?"
Masha's voice trembled like her own pupils.
"How rude. I'm one hundred percent pure human."
Our kind Raibel comforted the shuddering Masha, who was overwhelmed by the sheer size of my cock.
"Hehe, impressive, isn't it? Once you taste the young master's cock, you'll become completely addicted, Masha."
Even Raibel's bright smile as she licked her lips while explaining the taste of my cock did nothing to reassure Masha.
"You're all insane!"
She tried to back away as far as possible, but Masha eventually found herself cornered at the edge of the bed. I slowly approached her.
"Don't worry, Masha. It will definitely feel good."
"Stay away! I was wrong! I won't ever challenge Arwen again! I swear on Elysia! So please!"
"Don't lie when you clearly don't mean it. Besides, you already accepted the bet, Masha."
"Noooo!"
Masha's scream signaled the beginning of a hot night in which the game's knight would be thoroughly trained.