The Knight Commander's Daily Corruption
The secret room was filled with the wet, sticky sounds of friction and Camilla’s sweet, lewd moans. “Haa… Ngh, Master, aah…!”
Between the bountiful cleavage of the woman once called the Empire’s greatest swordswoman and Knight Commander, my massive cock was already drowning in pleasure intense enough to shatter reason. She knelt before me, clinging desperately to my waist like a starving beast devouring its owner’s meal.
The iron grip of a knight who had trained with the sword her entire life, combined with breasts so unnaturally voluptuous and soft they created the ultimate squeeze. Between the wild, rhythmic bouncing of her golden hair, her blue eyes—now completely unfocused and lost to lust—glistened with animal hunger.
“Haaang! Hngh, chuuup…! M-Master…! Do you… do you feel good with my breasts…? Haht, aah!”
Camilla squeezed her own breasts even tighter with both hands and extended her tongue, licking up the saliva that had splattered across my abs. It was the obscene yet dazzling figure of a bitch in heat, her sanity completely gone.
“Excellent, Camilla. This is on another level compared to your daughter’s pathetic little handjobs.”
The moment my praise left my lips, Camilla’s breathing grew even rougher and more shameless. “Hehe… I’m so glad… that my breasts can please you, Master… Aht!”
She looked up at me from below. Any trace of her former nobility had vanished, replaced by the eyes of a beast craving its master’s cum. Her thighs twisted as she dripped with arousal, clearly desperate to swallow my cock inside her. I couldn’t hold back any longer and roughly grabbed a fistful of her luxurious golden hair.
“But this still isn’t enough.”
“Ah…! Hic, M-Master…?!”
“You wrote it yourself in that filthy journal of yours. That even this vulgar pleasure is a blessing I’ve bestowed upon you.”
“Y-Yes…! Please, give me your blessing… Shove it into me, into the deepest part of me…!”
With raw strength, I pulled the panting Camilla to her feet. Then I spun her around violently and shoved her against the massive Magic Mirror that covered one entire wall of the secret room.
—Splat!
Her heavy breasts and cheek were crushed against the cold magical surface. And beyond that transparent mirror lay her daughter Karin—completely exposed, lying exhausted on the bed after she had just serviced me moments ago.
“Now, look straight at the bed where your beloved daughter is sleeping.”
“Haa, haht… Yes, Master… I see her. Our daughter…”
“From now on, right in front of your daughter—or rather, with only a single invisible glass wall between you—I’m going to turn you into my perfect doll.”
At my declaration, Camilla’s entire body trembled as if struck by lightning. Any normal mother would have been horrified, but from the lips of this perfectly tuned main heroine came only a beastly moan of pure ecstasy.
“Aaaht! Yes, yes…! The thought of being pierced by Master right before Karin’s eyes… Haaang!”
I roughly hiked up the hem of her red dress to her waist. Her secret valley, already soaked and glistening with her juices, was laid completely bare. It was a perfectly prepared swamp that needed no foreplay whatsoever. Without hesitation, I drove my throbbing shaft deep into her narrow, burning inner walls.
“Krrgh!! Ha, aaaaaahng!!”
Camilla’s back arched like a bow, sliding against the mirror’s surface. Even though she had only recently lost her virginity, the Knight Commander’s inner walls—made hypersensitive by hypnosis—squeezed my cock with insane intensity.
“Insane… This grip is even tighter. Are you getting off on the fact that your daughter is right there watching?”
“Haaang! Ah, aht! M-Master! It’s too deep—hic!”
I gripped her hips firmly against the mirror and began slamming into her like a wild animal. Smack! Thwack! The violent sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed loudly throughout the secret room.
“Aah! Karin, Karin…! Mommy is… right outside your room… haaang!”
She stared at her sleeping daughter through the mirror and screamed out completely mindless, obscene cries. Thanks to the mirror’s perfect soundproofing magic, Karin continued to breathe evenly, completely unaware of the beastly mating happening just beyond the glass.
A mother lewdly shaking her ass toward her daughter’s room, while the daughter lay there oblivious on the other side. It was a bizarre and perfect space of utter depravity. The ferocious conquest lust burning inside me flared even hotter. I yanked Camilla’s hair, forcing her head to turn toward me.
“Who said you could look away? Focus on me, Camilla.”
“Y-Yes! Aht! Master, harder…! Please wreck my insides completely!”
No matter how brutally I pounded her, Camilla panted like a beast and accepted every ounce of my violence as sweet pleasure. Starting with that savage standing fuck in front of the mirror, I threw her onto the sofa, pinned her to the floor, and spent the entire night engraving my mark of ownership across her entire body.
“Haaang! I’m cumming! Master! Aht, aaaaaahng!!”
I lost count of how many times she climaxed. When her inner walls convulsed and clamped down on me, I could no longer hold back. I poured every drop of my hot, thick desire into her deepest depths.
It was the perfect release of both the accumulated instincts of this trash noble I had become and the fresh conquest lust I had designed for myself.
By the time our ragged breathing finally began to settle, I collapsed onto the bed like a broken doll.
“Haa… Haa…”
My lungs felt like they were tearing apart. Every muscle in my body was screaming. I had used every technique and pleasure skill I knew to bring her to climax countless times, but in the end, it was I who hit my physical limit and raised the white flag.
The physical stamina of a Sword Master who had protected the Empire was truly monstrous, beyond all common sense.
Camilla, who had looked like she was about to pass out foaming at the mouth beneath me, quickly regained her breath even amid the thick afterglow of pleasure. She lovingly pulled me into her arms.
I buried my face deep between her soft, bountiful breasts.
‘Ugh… Damn it.’
The sweet, feminine scent rising from her sweat-slicked skin made me want to stay buried there forever, yet at the same time, a strange competitive spirit surged within me.
‘To completely dominate such a magnificent mare all night long… it looks like I’ll need Grand Master-level stamina myself.’
Despite that self-mocking inner thought, I lifted my head and met her gaze as she looked down at me with dreamy eyes.
“Camilla. Tomorrow morning, return to your usual strict Knight Commander self.”
“……Pardon?”
“With this pathetic stamina of mine, I can’t handle you properly. So starting tomorrow, I want you to train me harshly.”
At that moment, Camilla’s blue eyes trembled violently.
The ego buried deep within the doll she had become had likely resigned itself to the fact that, having fallen completely into a perfect doll, she would spend the rest of her life locked in this dark secret room as nothing more than a meat doll for her master’s lust—a sex slave.
But the young master before her was not denying the value of her once-brilliant past. Instead, he was embracing her as both a mentor to help him grow and a companion. That truth filled the empty cavity of the doll’s chest with overwhelming salvation and maternal love that words could never express.
“Aah……”
Tears of deep emotion streamed down Camilla’s face. Instead of the lewd, beastly expression she had worn moments ago, she now smiled with the gentlest, most devoted face of a mother in all the world.
“Yes. I will gladly train you… Edric.”
Instead of the blind title “Master,” she called my name filled with affection and maternal love. Listening to that sweet yet bizarre lullaby, I fell into a profoundly deep sleep in Camilla’s warm embrace as she gently stroked my hair.
The next morning.
“Wake up, Edric! A knight’s morning begins before the sun even rises!”
“……Ugh?!”
The sharp, resounding shout snapped my eyes open. The bitch in heat who had been moaning and panting beneath me last night was nowhere to be found. Standing before me was the Empire’s strict Knight Commander, Camilla—perfectly dressed in neat training attire, maintaining flawless posture as she looked down at me.
Her eyes still swirled with fierce devotion and blind love toward me, but her demeanor was that of a perfect knight.
‘Wait… when did she get that training uniform?’
She was the same woman whose dress had been torn to shreds and soaked in love juices last night. There was no way such proper clothing had been in this secret room. That meant that while I slept, she had washed away all traces of yesterday’s debauchery, casually returned to her residence as if nothing had happened, changed clothes, and come right back.
Even though she was free to leave, she hadn’t even considered running away. She had naturally returned to her master’s side. It was such an absurdly natural action that I let out a dry laugh. At the same time, I felt a strange, deep thrill coil like a snake in the pit of my stomach.
It was perfect proof that the noble Knight Commander of the Empire had begun to accept the horrific, depraved hours she spent panting like a beast beneath me all night—not as something “special” or “forced hell,” but as an utterly natural part of her daily life.
Since the main heroine’s body and mind were already perfectly bound to me with no possibility of escape, there was no need for chains or oppression.
“Haa… Fine, I’m up. I’m getting up.”
I clutched my aching waist and crawled out of bed with a twisted smile. My gaze naturally drifted toward the Magic Mirror covering one wall.
Beyond the mirror was a scene in stark contrast to Camilla, who stood before me in her neat training uniform.
Karin was curled up tightly in the corner of the bed, still wearing the same blue dress that had been shamefully stained by her own juices thanks to last night’s hypnosis. Her hair was a tangled mess as if she hadn’t slept a wink, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her slender shoulders trembled violently, crushed beneath waves of shame, self-loathing, and the terrible despair of the coming morning.
A devoted mother who had returned completely to her daily routine, ready to train her master with dedication, and a daughter trapped in the swamp of yesterday’s humiliating memories, helplessly crumbling apart.
That extreme audiovisual contrast sweetly stimulated my sadistic urges.
Well then, before I went to cook the original sub-heroine who was probably shivering beyond the mirror, completely unaware of what situation she would face starting today…
Shall I enjoy a morning training session with the reliable and terrifying main heroine of the original story?