The Opponent of Arwen Reinhardt

The academic presentation festival at Jericho Academy had already lasted three full nights. Now, on the morning of its fourth day, the number of visitors flocking to the academy continued to swell. Noble ladies from every corner of the empire and exotic beauties from foreign lands filled the grounds, turning the entire academy into a mouthwatering buffet for me—the protagonist of this adult game.

“Haaang♡ Professor Emilia, your breasts are so soft and warm.”

“Lady Cordelia’s breasts are such a beautiful shape too. I’m honestly a little jealous.”

There would be no innocent noble girls enjoying a single night of passion. No love that transcended race or nationality. None of that existed here. The reason was simple: the two women currently straddling me, greedily devouring each other’s lips.

Cordelia and Emilia had their fingers tightly interlocked, pressing their breasts together. Lewd, wet sounds—mmph, slurp, schlurp—echoed as their tongues tangled, and the saliva dripping from them pooled on my stomach. The warm, slick puddle collecting in my navel felt strangely erotic. Four massive, glorious mounds squished flat against one another. The sight made me think that being smothered between them would be a fine way to die.

Of course, Cordelia’s enormous ass completely blocked my view of the action above.

“Puhhaa… Oppa’s tongue is wriggling inside my pussy! It feels so good♡”

My face was half-buried beneath Cordelia’s ass as she sat on my head. The soft, plump flesh pressed heavily against my cheeks. The thick scent of my little sister’s love juices and bodily fluids assaulted my nose, buried deep between her cheeks. Still, if it feels good for you, Cordelia, then I’m happy too.

Being locked inside this small room for over three days must have been exhausting. Though, come to think of it… it was Cordelia herself who decided to stay cooped up in my room.

Driven by the utterly depraved goal of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠getting impregnated by her own nephew during the festival period, Cordelia’s routine for the past three days had consisted of starting with a creampie and ending with a creampie. Thanks to my little sister turning full-on hikikomori in my room, the once-neat space had become an absolute mess covered in her traces.

Towels she’d used instead of showering and plates that once held food lay scattered in the corners. Emilia and I had tried moving things out little by little while she sat on my cock, but eventually we gave up on cleaning. We simply sprayed the room with Emilia’s odor-removal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠potion and left it at that.

It was Emilia who had proudly declared, “As long as it doesn’t smell, there’s no need to clean.”

“Aang, aaang♡ Licking your little sister’s pussy while pounding your lover’s cunt—Arwen, you’re even more perverted than I imagined♡”

Said the woman who was currently rubbing nipples with her lover’s little sister while they shared a sloppy deep kiss. I wonder who she’s calling a pervert.

I squeezed Emilia’s soft thigh meat with my hand and shot back, “And who’s the perverted hole that’s happily devouring this pervert’s cock?”

“Hnnng♡ Bad Arwen, calling your lover a perverted hole deserves punishment. Take this, take this♡”

With a mischievous voice, Emilia began moving her hips up and down even faster. Every time her large ass slapped against my thighs, a loud *thwack-thwack* rang out like someone punching a sandbag. The folds of her pussy scraped roughly against my glans like a clenched fist in a rice-grabbing game. The pressure on the flared head of my cock trapped against her inner walls was so intense it felt like it might bend.

“Huk… I’m at my limit. I’m about to cum, Emilia.”

“Hnnng♡ I can feel your cock twitching and throbbing inside me♡”

Right before climax, Emilia suddenly pulled my cock out of her pussy. Before the lonely shaft could even feel abandoned, she sandwiched it between her enormous breasts.

“Go ahead. Shoot as much as you want into Emilia’s tit-pussy♡”

The base of my cock was squeezed tight by the heavy pressure of her breasts. At the same time, the tip of her tongue dug into my urethra.

“I’m cumming too♡ I’m going to climax from Oppa’s pussy-licking♡”

Hearing Cordelia’s cry of pleasure, I erupted across Emilia’s chest. Cordelia’s convulsing ass hid most of the view, but the soft, wet sensation on my glans and the loud *slurp-slurp* sounds made it clear that Emilia was eagerly sucking up every drop of semen splattered across her breasts.

“M-me too… I want some.”

Cordelia pounced on Emilia with urgent hunger. Only now could I see the familiar ceiling again. A red tongue lapped greedily at Emilia’s chest. Cordelia took the glistening, semen-coated nipple into her mouth.

“Haaang♡ Lady Cordelia, wait! It’s too sensitive right now…”

“Hehe, trying to hog all of Oppa’s cum for yourself? Absolutely not♡”

Like a tiger that had caught its prey, Cordelia refused to let the squirming Emilia escape. Perfect timing. I needed to leave anyway.

“I’m heading to the arena now.”

Today was the long-awaited semifinals—the day the success of my quest would be decided. Participants had to move to their assigned private waiting rooms at the arena at least one hour before their match.

Cordelia answered while still focused on licking my semen off Emilia’s breasts.

“I’ll come cheer for you this time too. I want to see Oppa’s skills with my own eyes.”

Cordelia going outside… I couldn’t think of any particular reason to stop her. As long as we ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn’t get caught acting lovey-dovey in public.

“But outside, we’re still supposed to be awkward siblings. Especially in front of Sophia.”

Instead of answering with words—since her mouth was full of Emilia’s breast—I gave a small nod. Cordelia’s casual reply worried me a little, but she knew Sophia’s sharp personality well. I trusted she would behave herself.

“Alright then. You two enjoy your happy time together.”

I quickly got dressed while the two of them were distracted. Just as I was about to leave the room, Emilia’s desperate voice called after me.

“W-wait, Arwen! Tell Cordelia to get off me! Arwen? Arwen?”

I paused at the sudden request.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, but I have a favor to ask Cordelia.”

When I suddenly called her name, the entangled Cordelia looked up at me with a questioning gaze.

The air inside the tent was eerily quiet. Knowing how electric the atmosphere outside must be made the silence within feel even more alien. The crowd was surely buzzing with anticipation for the battles the young students would display.

It wasn’t easy for someone who had once been an ordinary college student to fight with both magic and sword in front of thousands of spectators. Even after possessing Elysia Story and enduring over a hundred sleepless nights.

“Well, what can I do? If the developer says jump, I jump.”

The semifinals of the martial duel would begin shortly. My opponent was Jericho—the guy who had been grinding his teeth at me ever since the freshman welcome banquet. I had only seen him fight once. Like me, he was more confident in swordsmanship than magic. Despite his sleazy appearance, he possessed considerable skill and strength.

Still, I didn’t think I would lose to him.

“Status window!”

The status window appeared in the empty waiting room reserved solely for me. It sparkled as if begging to be praised for all the growth I had achieved. Thanks to my diligent academy life, the stats that had once been barely above slime level had made tremendous leaps.

My Strength stat was still far below what Arwen had possessed in previous rounds, but it had grown enough for me to at least function as a novice swordsman. More than anything, however, what truly moved me was my weight. Unlike the near-skeletal body I had started with, consistent exercise and nutritious meals had finally brought my weight back to a healthy range. I owed that to Professor Helena, who had passionately guided my sword training, and the kind matron of Astraea dormitory.

Of course, I hadn’t forgotten the many women who had helped me with “sweaty sex workouts” using their own bodies.

Beyond the stats themselves, the various Traits gradually filling my status window also boosted my confidence.

The Drug Amplification Trait I received as a reward for fucking Melina worked exactly as its name suggested. It increased both the potency and duration of potions. It was the perfect safeguard against a potion’s effect wearing off mid-battle due to its usually vague duration. Thanks to this, I could now become a true “drug warrior,” doping myself with the special magic potions Emilia had lovingly created for her beloved to ensure his victory.

“Time to drink this, I suppose.”

I pulled out a potion from my pocket that raised both Strength and Agility by a whopping 10 points each. The main ingredient was, of course, my own semen. No matter how hard Emilia tried, she apparently couldn’t find a catalyst that surpassed it.

Drinking a magic potion made from my own cum still didn’t feel great, but it was better than losing.

“Damn it, is it just me or is this even stickier than last time?”

I hoped it was just my imagination. As I wiped the potion residue from my lips with the back of my hand, the referee pushed open the tent flap and entered.

“Contestant Arwen, it is now your turn. Please proceed to the arena.”

“Understood.”

Following the referee out of the waiting room, I saw Jericho already waiting. He was staring at me with that signature sleazy grin of his. What an unpleasant bastard—he looked like a thug loitering on the street corner. Quest or not, I absolutely refused to lose to him.

When I stood beside him, the referee began the formal introduction. While the referee enthusiastically addressed the crowd, Jericho kept his eyes forward and muttered under his breath.

“In front of every noble in the empire, I’ll crush you beneath my heel.”

Though I couldn’t see his face, I was certain he was smirking like an idiot. I refused to be intimidated and returned his provocation.

The referee’s passionate expression and the roaring cheers of the spectators made my adrenaline surge. This excitement was different from what I had felt in the quarterfinals. Probably because my opponent was Jericho.

I arrogantly shot back at the cocky bastard with my own mouth.

“Still hung up on what happened that day? Too bad, but give it up. With strength like a backwater mutt, it was never going to be possible anyway.”

The referee, completely absorbed in hyping up the crowd, didn’t bother to stop our insults—apparently noble chivalry had been tossed aside. Once the introductions ended, the referee glanced at both of us.

“Both contestants, prepare… Begin!”

With the referee’s declaration, my duel with Jericho finally began. The impulse I had felt since the very first banquet—to slap that smug face of his—had finally found its legal outlet.