The Female Knight Wants to Submit to Lust
It was exactly ten at night when Raibel and I arrived in front of Masha’s room. We hadn’t brought any soldiers along. There didn’t seem to be any need. I knocked on the door and called out in a careful voice.
“Masha, it’s me. I’m coming in, okay?”
No answer came from inside. With no other choice, I opened the door and stepped into her room. There she was, still sitting on the bed in exactly the same position she’d collapsed into that morning. She looked like a broken woman—eyes unfocused, muttering meaningless sounds under her breath. It was hard to believe this was the same female knight who had served the young lady of House Valerie, one of the empire’s most distinguished families. The sight was truly pitiful.
Yet I felt no sympathy. If Masha hadn’t ended up like this, the one lying here as a wreck—or worse, stabbed and sent to meet his ancestors—would have been me.
If only becoming a wreck was the worst outcome. I might have been bleeding out on the floor right now.
While I watched her, Raibel finished checking the corridor and slipped into the room behind me. She gave a small nod.
“I don’t sense anyone else nearby, woof. It should be safe to begin.”
“Got it. Thanks, Raibel.”
I approached Masha slowly, the way a wildlife photographer might ease toward a skittish animal.
“Masha?”
I called her name from beside the bed, but she gave no response.
“Masha!”
Only when I raised my voice did she finally lift her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, lids swollen from crying all day.
In a hoarse murmur she said, “You were telling the truth… House Valerie—Lady Isabel—she abandoned me.”
It looked like Masha had swallowed my words completely. She had clearly interpreted Isabel’s order to “stay hidden for a while” as tosagupang—the moment a hunting dog is boiled and eaten once the hunt is over.
Good. The bait is firmly hooked.
With the seed of distrust toward Isabel now sprouting in Masha’s heart, this was my final chance to claim her as mine.
I asked gently, “So… what do you want to do?”
Her eyes still glazed, Masha answered, “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about anything right now.”
“No, you know exactly what you should do.”
“What…? I don’t—”
Her face gradually flushed as some memory seemed to surface.
“The bet we made yesterday isn’t settled yet. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten?”
“…”
Masha said nothing. The memory of the fierce sex we’d shared on this very bed must have made her lower body tremble, because she clamped her thighs tightly together.
I reminded her of the terms once more. “If I lose, I’ll disappear from Reinhardt Territory exactly as promised. You won’t have to kill me or leave Isabel’s side.”
“…Do you really mean that?”
“You’ve been awfully suspicious since yesterday. Yes. I swear it on the Reinhardt name.”
The moment I staked the family name, a faint light began to return to Masha’s dead eyes. How funny the world could be. The last thread of hope for a woman drowning in despair had come from the very man she had wanted dead—Arwen.
I read acceptance in her expression.
“Then shall we begin?”
I moved closer and slowly began removing her clothes. Unlike yesterday, Masha offered no resistance. I peeled off the tight top clinging to her body, then slid down her pants and panties. The thick scent of sweat that had built up after an entire day of sitting hit my nose.
“Th-this is…”
Masha’s face turned scarlet, like a child caught with a map of stains on the sheets.
“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up.”
“What? N-no, I’m dirty right now. Let me wash first—”
“I refuse. Even waiting that long is a waste.”
I ignored her protest and pressed my tongue against her sweat-dampened folds.
“Hngh… Aah♡ You can’t…♡”
Her mouth said no, but the instant my tongue touched her, her legs spread wide open.
“Haaang♡ It feels so slippery inside…”
Every time I pushed my tongue deeper, Masha’s body twitched. I hadn’t even used an aphrodisiac today, yet the knightess who had tasted sexual pleasure responded with overwhelming sensitivity.
While Masha lost herself in the pleasure, I was in hell. The sharp, salty tang of real human sweat made my tongue sting.
Damn it. The first pussy I eat in this life is a sweaty one.
I finally understood that old internet post claiming any man who fantasized about the taste of pussy was still a virgin.
Behind us, unaware of my suffering, Raibel watched with clear jealousy as the young master she loved more than life itself licked Masha.
“Raibel hasn’t had her pussy licked by the young master yet, woof…”
Please don’t get jealous over something like this.
I slightly regretted my bold offer from earlier, but there was no turning back now. Since I was already down here, I decided to do it properly.
Right. Just think of it as lightly salted.
Slurp. Slurp.
I became a desert camel licking a salt rock and devoured Masha’s folds. At the same time I pushed my right index finger into her hole, curling it like a fishhook and gently scraping her inner walls. Her hips began to buck wildly.
“Gaah♡ I’m cumming from having my pussy licked—♡”
Masha’s climax rang through the room without a care for who might hear. At the same moment, a hot rush of female ejaculation sprayed around my buried finger.
Still dripping with squirt and nectar, Masha panted roughly and asked me,
“Haa♡ Haa♡… Why…?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to make me your slave?”
“The reason…”
There had been many reasons I’d first decided to claim Masha, but I gave her the only one that mattered now.
“Because I wanted to make you mine. That’s all.”
The proud female knight reduced to a sex slave who lived only for her master’s cock. I wanted to feel that intoxicating sense of conquest again—the same one I’d tasted yesterday when she willingly spread her legs beneath me.
To such an absurd, arrogant answer, Masha naturally looked dumbfounded.
“That’s it? Just that?”
I shot back, “Just that? Humans are creatures who aren’t satisfied until they obtain what they desire. So are you satisfied with your current life?”
“Satisfied…?”
“Are you satisfied living as someone who was abandoned by the master she served her entire life?”
“That’s…”
“You still don’t get it? Even if you win our bet and stay at Isabel’s side, you’ll just end up discarded again later.”
“No, Lady Isabel would never—”
“Then did Isabel come looking for you even once today?”
The blunt question made Masha’s eyes waver. In a voice completely steady, I continued.
“Of course she didn’t. In the end, to Isabel you’re just another disposable tool like everyone else.”
“But I’m different. I’m quite greedy. I can’t forgive anyone who throws away what belongs to me—or lets others covet it.”
I slipped off my pants as I spoke. The moment my cock sprang free, a deep flush colored Masha’s face. She stared at the very shaft that had ravaged her womb yesterday as if mesmerized.
I stood and brought my heavy cock right in front of her face. Yesterday I’d avoided making her suck me out of fear she might bite it off. Today, I had no such worry.
“The conversation got long. Now it’s your turn to lick, Masha.”
She adjusted her posture and began licking my cock without hesitation.
“Hic…? Hngh…”
When our eyes met she flinched and looked away. I told her, “Don’t look away. This is a contest, remember?”
“…Understood.”
I wasn’t sure what eye contact had to do with a contest, but Masha obeyed, licking me while staring straight into my eyes.
Lick. Lick… Slurp.
She worked her tongue diligently, gazing up at me with moist, trembling eyes. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue coiling around my shaft was incredible, but the sight of her obeying my every command nearly made me explode.
Every time her tongue stroked from base to tip, I felt her saliva trickling down. Just as she opened her soft lips to take the head into her mouth, I stopped her.
“That’s enough.”
My cock was already rock-hard and slick—no further foreplay needed. I lay flat on the bed. My erection, veins bulging, pointed straight at the ceiling like a spear.
“…”
Masha waited obediently for my next command, eyes fixed on my cock. The way she twisted her legs like a nervous bride on her wedding night made it obvious what lewd order she was hoping for.
“What? Can’t wait to taste my thick cock?”
“I-I don’t know anything about that…”
But I refused to give her what she wanted.
“You don’t know…? Then I won’t force myself on you anymore.”
“What?”
Masha looked visibly shaken by the threat that I wouldn’t put it in. I spoke to her in a calm, indifferent tone.
“If you want my cock, say right now that you’ll become my slave. If you refuse, I’ll withdraw cleanly.”
It was an all-or-nothing gamble: remain a noble female knight or fall into vulgar slavery. If she refused, I would lose everything. But the hungry way she had stared at my cock the moment I removed my pants told me I would win.
“There’s no aphrodisiac or handcuffs today. Choose whatever your heart truly desires, Masha.”
At my final offer, her eyes trembled violently.
“I… I don’t know what I should do.”
“I will become your new master, Masha. Unlike Isabel, I’ll stay with you for the rest of your life.”
“For the rest of my life…”
“Yes. You’ll serve my cock every night just like last night. No more cold dildos while calling out the name of the person who threw you away.”
“Like last night…”
Masha squeezed her eyes shut, lost in agonizing thought. I could only imagine the chaos inside her heart. After a long moment she opened her eyes, and a single tear slid down her cheek.
In a whisper so soft no one else would hear, she said, “…I’ll become one.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“…I’ll become your slave.”
“Say it clearly.”
With an expression burning with excitement, Masha straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and aligned it with her entrance.
“Masha will…”
She slowly lowered herself. My cock sank into her tight heat.
“For the rest of my life… belong to Young Master Arwen’s…”
More than half my length had already disappeared inside her. Finally she pushed down until every inch was buried to the root.
At the same moment, in a voice like a beast in heat, she swore her oath.
“I will become your sex slave! My vulgar breasts, my womb—everything belongs to Master now♡ Please ravish Masha with your cock♡”
The once-noble female knight had willingly declared herself less than human—a living toilet. The mental pleasure of that degradation made her body shudder in climax as she collapsed onto my chest.
I held the trembling, drugged-looking woman and whispered,
“Good. From now on I am your new master. I’ll make you forget every last one of those Valerie bastards who abandoned you—with my cock, of course.”
“Haa… haa… Thank you, Master.”
Quest Completed
Stats Increased — Charm: 10 → 15
It was a close call.
More nerve-wracking than turning in an assignment at the very last second. A dramatic success with less than two hours to spare.
I wonder how they’ll deliver the reward.
The reward for corrupting Masha was five points of Charm and a whopping fifty gold. Since I had no inventory, the money wouldn’t just appear automatically. I was curious how they would give it to me.
The answer came immediately.
“Whoa—! What the hell?”
As if by the invisible hand of Adam Smith performing magic, a heavy coin pouch suddenly appeared in my empty palm. My initial shock quickly melted into satisfaction at the solid, jingling weight. After spending every last coin on adult toys and ending up broke, these fifty gold were money I would have gladly licked feet to obtain.
“Automatic delivery, huh? That’s pretty convenient. I won’t have to worry about money for a while.”
I set the pouch aside and opened my status window.
My stamina had somehow reached 35. It would hit 40 soon. When I’d reached 30 last night there had been no special reward. I was curious whether hitting 40 before morning would bring one. For that, I desperately needed Masha’s help—more precisely, the help of the warm hole currently wrapped around me.
Masha was still collapsed on top of me, sucking on my right nipple as if in a trance.
Did the shock cause some kind of mental regression?
My poor nipple was swollen and glistening with her saliva.
“Slurp… chuup… slurrp… Master’s nipple…”
If I left her like this she’d keep sucking until milk came out. I gently pulled her away from my chest.
“Masha, that’s enough. You’ll make me bleed at this rate.”
“Hngh…? Yes?”
She licked her lips while staring at my nipple with obvious regret. I soothed her.
“Don’t look so disappointed. From now on I’m going to carve plenty of proof that you belong to me—right inside your womb.”
“R-really? Thank you, Master.”
The moment she heard I would fill her with my seed, a flower of pure bliss bloomed across Masha’s face. It had been barely ten minutes since she chose the life of a sex slave, yet she was already the perfect model of corruption. Her devotion was so exemplary I almost wanted to show her off to every master who owned a sex slave in the world.
Is this what it feels like to take your dog to the park and brag about her?
Regardless, I gave my first order to Masha, who was eagerly awaiting her master’s command. Naturally, it was to have sex.
“Let’s begin right away. This time I want you to move your hips on top of me.”
“Yes, Master♡”
Just as Masha was about to settle into the cowgirl position I had ordered—
“Waaaait!”
From the corner of the room, Raibel—who had been quietly watching our lifelong master-slave contract—came running toward the bed. The maid uniform she had been wearing was already gone. She stood before us completely naked, not a single thread covering her voluptuous body.