A Knight Does Not Submit
The lower abdomen that had been repeatedly pierced by Arwen’s massive cock throbbed with every slow step I took. I couldn’t even begin to count how many times the bastard had flooded my insides with his fluids. I’d tried to scrape out as much as I could with my fingers, but my womb still felt heavy, swimming with his thick semen.
Just thinking about Arwen brought back the memories of last night. The image of myself—something I could never have imagined before—begging for a man’s cock flashed through my mind.
“To think I would say words that even brothel whores would spit out…”
I shook my head, trying to shake off the humiliating memories of yesterday.
“It must all be because of the drug he used. My body and my heart both belong to Lady Isabel.”
It was a loyalty I had maintained for over twenty years, ever since I vowed to live only for her. There was no way it could crumble so easily after a single night of pleasure. I repeated that to myself.
While my mind churned with all sorts of thoughts, I arrived at my destination—the office.
Hoo… Calm down. I can’t show such disgrace in front of Lady Isabel.
The thought of seeing her suddenly brought back the conversation I’d had with Arwen in the room earlier that morning.
“Hey Masha, stop sleeping and wake up already.”
“Mmm… Is it time already?”
“It’s already morning. The people in the mansion will start looking for us soon.”
Arwen, who had gotten up first and changed his clothes, answered. He sat down beside me on the bed where I lay sprawled and stared at me intently.
His gaze was calm—completely different from the burning, ravenous eyes that had devoured my body so greedily the night before. Those eyes hadn’t seen me as a traitor aiming for his mother’s life or as a powerful female knight. They had looked at me only as a female placed before a male.
Under that gaze that even drew out submission I never knew I possessed, toward the end I had wrapped my legs tightly around his back without being told, holding him in place as he came inside me. Just like a female begging a strong male to impregnate her.
The pleasure of acknowledging myself as a female—something I had never known in over thirty years of life. It was on a completely different level from secretly pleasuring myself with a dildo alone in my lonely room.
Come to think of it, what about the bet?
From the moment I had been pierced by Arwen’s cock over and over, moaning helplessly, any hope of winning had already vanished.
“U-um… about the outcome of the bet we promised…”
I tried my best to hide the tremble in my voice as I asked Arwen for the result. He burst out laughing, even wiping away tears as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
“Hahaha, the first thing you ask when you wake up is that? You really are something, Masha.”
“…Stop laughing at me and answer.”
“What do you think, Masha? Do you think you won, or do you think you lost?”
“Khh… That’s…”
There was nothing I could do in the face of Arwen’s mockery.
“Well, fortunately for you, the result of the bet still hasn’t been decided.”
“What?”
“From the beginning, the bet was decided by whether you acknowledged becoming my sex slave or not. Even though you enjoyed my cock to your heart’s content, you never actually said you would become my slave, right?”
“…”
At Arwen’s words that the match wasn’t over yet, a complicated mix of two emotions surged within me without my control. Relief that I hadn’t fallen into his hands. And regret that if I had lost the bet and become his slave, I might have been able to taste that pleasure once more.
Arwen approached me as I struggled in confusion, grabbed my chin, and forced my eyes to meet his. Startled by the sudden action, I let out an uncharacteristic scream.
“Hiiik?”
He studied me from less than a hand’s breadth away. It was hard to believe this was the same person who had been smiling brightly just moments ago. His eyes were now cold, like a predator examining its prey. Just looking at them sent chills down my spine.
Seeming to notice my reaction, Arwen let out a light snort and released my chin.
“Heh, don’t be so scared. I don’t plan on continuing right now. Not at the moment, anyway.”
With that, he walked over to the desk, turned the chair around, and sat down facing me. He tossed me a blanket.
“At least cover yourself with that.”
I didn’t want to follow his orders, but I still wrapped the blanket around my sweat- and fluid-glistened breasts and pussy. Only then did Arwen begin to speak.
“Alright. I’ll tell you something that should interest you, Masha.”
“Something that will interest me?”
“Hehe, you’ll be shocked once you hear it.”
As I listened to the story that came from Arwen’s mouth, my shoulders began to tremble with a mixture of disbelief and despair.
“That’s impossible…”
“Whether you believe me or not is up to you.”
Arwen spoke in a calm voice. According to him, today—right now—Lady Isabel would order me to kill him. That much I could have expected. But the ridiculous tale that followed—for the sake of silencing me, I would be sent to the outskirts of the empire, only to meet the same fate as the Arwen I had killed, at the hands of assassins sent by the Valeri family.
It would have been more believable if he had said the Demon King, who vanished five hundred years ago, had descended upon the human world again and was about to destroy every nation.
“H-how do you even know about that, Lord Arwen?”
I demanded proof from him. The number of people who knew that the Valeri family was targeting Arwen was small even within their own house, in order to avoid public attention. I couldn’t fathom how he had learned of it.
“I can’t tell you the details, but there are ways. I also know very well that the potions you all worked so hard to feed me were actually poison meant to turn me into a cripple.”
Arwen said this with a cold smile. At his confession, the end of my words dissolved into shock.
“S-since when have you…”
Arwen had known about our entire plan. Come to think of it, ever since he had broken into my room last night, he hadn’t coughed even once.
Does that mean everything—acting like a sick little chick in front of us all this time—was just an act?
It was only natural that Arwen hadn’t collapsed despite our expectations. He probably hadn’t even drunk the poison in the first place. And yet we had foolishly waited for him to fall. The Valeri family had been completely toyed with by this terrifying man.
Goosebumps rose all over my body. Not from the shock that our plan had been exposed. What overwhelmed me was the fear that everything Arwen said might actually be true. Because that would mean the absurd story that Lady Isabel had abandoned me was also completely factual.
“That can’t be…”
While I was lost in shock, Arwen prepared to leave with his loyal subordinate. With a cheerful swish of her tail, Raibel left the room first. Just before Arwen followed her out, I grabbed him. I couldn’t let him leave after stirring up my heart and walking away so irresponsibly.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
Arwen answered with an incredulous look on his face.
“Back to my room. I have to greet Cordelia, who will be diligently delivering more poison today. If you don’t want anyone finding out you rolled around with me, you’d better clean up quickly.”
“Ugh…”
Even at his mocking words, all I could do was tremble. Arwen watched me flinch in self-loathing for a moment before speaking again.
“Tonight. Ten o’clock.”
“Y-yes?”
When I asked pathetically, Arwen repeated himself.
“I’ll come back to this room at ten tonight. Let’s settle the bet we couldn’t finish then.”
As he was leaving through the door, Arwen turned back and glared at me.
“Before that, I suggest you don’t get any arrogant ideas about running away from the mansion or trying to kill me. I’ve already prepared for everything. Hahaha.”
Having issued his threat, Arwen disappeared from my sight with the laugh of a wicked villain.
Just remembering his final laugh sent another wave of goosebumps across my skin. I knocked on the office door.
“Lady Isabel, it’s Masha.”
“Come in, Masha.”
When I opened the door and entered the office, Lady Isabel greeted me. She looked even more haggard than yesterday. In a weary, dragging voice unlike her usual self, she said,
“You’ve come at the right time. I was just about to call for you…”
“Are you alright? Has something happened?”
Lady Isabel let out a deep sigh before answering.
“Hoo… This morning at dawn, urgent news arrived from the Valeri family.”
On her desk lay a letter bearing the seal I had seen several times before.
“What does the letter say?”
I hurriedly asked for the contents. Lady Isabel hesitated for a moment, as if swallowing her words, then spoke with a reluctant expression.
“You must not reveal this to anyone. Not even to Cordelia. It is Father’s command. He wants you to deal with Arwen by tonight.”
“M-me?”
“Yes. It seems he can no longer sit and wait for the poison to take effect. He probably wants to finish things cleanly before Arwen leaves for the Academy.”
At her words, a chilling sensation wrapped around my throat. Realizing that events were unfolding exactly as Arwen had described that morning, cold sweat broke out on my neck.
No, that can’t be.
The seed of doubt Arwen had planted in my mind that morning tormented me. I told myself it was all just coincidence, that I could only hope everything was his delusion, and asked Lady Isabel,
“After I deal with Arwen… what should I do next?”
Please, I prayed. Let her say that the family would take care of the aftermath and that I should stay by her side as I always had. But even my desperate wish went unanswered. Lady Isabel remained silent.
“…”
“Lady Isabel?”
Only when I asked a second time did she finally answer. And her words became a dagger that tore through my heart.
“Masha will need to go to Roem for a while under the pretext of managing the new trade goods for the Valeri family. You just need to stay there until the incident dies down.”
“R-Roem? You mean the port city at the edge of the Medius Sea to the east?”
Roem was called a port city, but it was little more than a fishing village inhabited only by fishermen and their families. In such a remote place, even if I died a violent death, no one would care. It was the perfect location for the Valeri family’s plan to silence me—the very thing Arwen had mentioned.
“N-no, please. Is this an order from the family head or from Sir Gunter? The only place I belong is by your side, Lady Isabel. So please…”
For the first time in the twenty-some years I had served her, I refused one of Lady Isabel’s orders. Yet even my desperate plea was met with her shaking her head and a firm voice.
“No. I also think it would be best for you to quietly hide yourself in Roem, Masha.”
“B-but…”
A sense of despair I had never felt in my life surged up within me. Even when I was insulted as a burden by the family members during my childhood, I had not despaired this deeply. The master to whom I had sworn lifelong loyalty was trying to abandon me.
“Masha? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. May I be excused?”
“Masha…”
“I will definitely carry out tonight’s order. Then, if you’ll excuse me…”
Leaving behind Lady Isabel as she called my name, I fled the room. If I didn’t run away from her, I wouldn’t be able to endure the overwhelming sense of loss rising from the depths of my heart.
It looks like the conversation between Isabel and Masha is about over.
Isabel must be delivering the order from the family to assassinate Arwen to Masha right about now. It was a scene I had seen several times as cutscenes from the player’s perspective. I even clearly remembered Isabel advising Masha to lie low for a while.
The story I had told Masha that morning was a clever mix of truth—that Isabel would tell her to go into hiding—and my own fabricated lie that the Valeri family was plotting to dispose of her after she had served her purpose. All to drive a wedge between Masha and Isabel.
She must be losing her mind right about now.
I could clearly picture Masha’s miserable face as she realized she had been abandoned by her master.
“Whistle. Still, quite the spectacle.”
Under a clear sky, in an open clearing. On the spotless dirt ground, armored soldiers swung their swords in training. I was currently at the soldiers’ training ground, using it as an excuse.
I had told Masha that all preparations were complete, but that had been a bluff. If she truly decided to kill me, I would have no choice but to die pathetically like a goldfish. To avoid that misfortune, I had taken refuge here with Raibel, where there were plenty of soldiers.
No matter how strong Masha is, she wouldn’t dare attack in front of the Reinhardt soldiers.
And even though I had explained that this was not a picnic but an evacuation, Raibel paid it no mind at all and was thoroughly enjoying her date with her master.
“Young Master, say ‘ah~’.”
Raibel stuck close to my side like a couple on a picnic.
“Raibel, please. Other people are watching.”
Even when I tried to dissuade her, conscious of the surrounding gazes, Raibel didn’t stop her sweet, coquettish voice.
“Hehe, there’s no need to feel embarrassed. It’s only natural for a maid to take care of her master, woof!”
As if the stares around us didn’t matter, Raibel pushed a freshly baked cookie—still warm and smelling of flour—into my mouth from the basket she had packed full.
Well, this might be the last date of my life, after all.
Deciding to enjoy the moment, I accepted the cookie from Raibel like a baby bird. I chewed the chocolate chips embedded in it with my eyes closed.
When I closed my eyes and focused, the view from Hamtori No. 3—which I had secretly left in Masha’s room—played back. Unlike the pitiful end of No. 2 last time, I had placed this one carefully on top of the wardrobe.
The result of my observation showed that Masha had not yet returned to her room.
She’s not wandering around the mansion looking for me, is she?
If Masha had truly decided to slice me up, I would need to come up with special countermeasures.
Should I station soldiers nearby at ten o’clock? Or maybe it would be better to escape the mansion with Raibel first.
While I was lost in life-or-death contemplation, as the saying goes, speak of the tiger and it appears—Masha had returned to her room.
“Raibel, Masha’s back in her room.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Want to take a look?”
I focused my mind and observed Masha. She showed no particular movement. After standing blankly at the entrance for a moment, she trudged over to the bed and flopped down heavily. She simply sat there in silence, like a stone widow guarding a grave.
“What is Masha doing right now?” Raibel asked as she poured tea into a cup from the teapot.
“She’s… just sitting there quietly?”
At my answer, Raibel tilted her head and said,
“That’s it? Shouldn’t she be masturbating while thinking about having sex with Young Master, or hanging herself from the self-loathing of being abandoned…”
Raibel had been merciless toward Masha ever since yesterday. I quietly scolded her.
“Raibel, don’t say such scary things with that pretty mouth…”
“Hehe, sorry. But it’s strange, isn’t it?”
Just as Raibel said, the complete lack of reaction was odd.
Is she agonizing over whether to follow Isabel’s order or not?
Of course, there was no way to know right now. I sipped the refreshing fruit-scented tea Raibel handed me and continued watching Masha like a detective on stakeout. And so, with no significant developments, ten o’clock arrived.