A Knight's Morning Service
A typical morning, yet the scene unfolding in the mansion’s training hall was grotesquely mismatched. “Haa… haa…” I panted heavily, letting the wooden sword hang limply at my side. My entire body was drenched in sweat, and the muscles in my thighs and arms screamed in protest. Standing before me, impeccably dressed in a neat training uniform, was the Empire’s Knight Commander, Camilla. Her sharp gaze fixed on me without a single strand of hair out of place. The lewd bitch who had howled like an animal beneath me last night was nowhere to be seen; only the strict, devoted instructor remained.
“Your posture has improved considerably compared to before…” Camilla began, her voice tinged with regret. “But your skill and the way you wield your strength have fallen to the level of a complete amateur. The old Edric, though frivolous, at least possessed the basic abilities befitting a knight… Perhaps this is the aftereffect of me beating you half to death back then.” A deep sense of guilt clouded her blue eyes. The memory of nearly killing the former troublemaker under the guise of discipline now twisted into unbearable remorse now that she had become a doll.
Outwardly, I maintained a heavy silence, but inwardly I swallowed a hollow laugh. ‘Of course it is. This body may be Edric’s shell, but inside is a middle-aged man in his late thirties who spent his days sitting at a desk doing paperwork!’ With the soul of a modern man who only ever did breathing exercises suddenly taking over, it was only natural that his basic motor skills were abysmal, even if the Saintess’s miracle had restored the body.
Since I had no intention of revealing that truth, I rolled my tongue and wrapped the situation in a perfect package of my own making.
“On the contrary, it’s fortunate.”
“…Pardon? What do you mean…”
I swept back my sweat-soaked bangs and met Camilla’s eyes with an arrogant yet solemn gaze.
“Forget the old, frivolous, and pathetic posture and body. It’s better that everything has collapsed. From now on, you—the Empire’s greatest Knight Commander—can mold this blank-slate body from scratch into the form of a true knight.”
“……!”
“The only person who can fill my body with the most perfect martial prowess is you, who has become my ‘master sword,’ Camilla.”
“Ugh……!”
The moment my quiet declaration fell, Camilla’s lower abdomen visibly trembled. She twisted her thighs together, lips parting. A wave of heat rose unmistakably beneath her neat training uniform. Camilla had always found her greatest fulfillment in life by teaching and raising sincere knights. Even now, corrupted by hypnosis into a doll that craved her master’s seed, the sight of her former troublemaker master showing the serious, ideal disciple attitude she had always longed for made the knightly nature buried deep within her fully acknowledge me.
“Haa, haah… Yes, yes…! I will devote everything I have to make you, Master, the most perfect and greatest knight…!”
Her voice trembled with overwhelming emotion, blind affection, and surging lust. Her blue eyes had already lost all reason, glistening wetly. At the same time, blood surged through my lower body from the morning training, swelling menacingly despite having poured everything out the night before.
I tossed the wooden sword aside and roughly pulled Camilla’s heated waist toward me.
“Training ends here. We’ve sweated too much—we need to wash.”
“Aah… I-I will wash you, Master…!”
We clung together and headed for the spacious bath attached to the training hall.
─Shhhhhh.
Warm water cascaded over the marble floor. In the thick steam, we roughly stripped each other of our training clothes.
“Haang! M-Master, aaah…!”
Camilla’s voluptuous naked body, slippery with soap suds, clung to me like a leech. I pushed her roughly against the cold tiled wall and greedily bit into the nape of her neck revealed between her wet golden hair.
“Hnn, ah! I like it, I like it… Squeeze me harder…!”
Every time our slippery skin collided, the wet friction and sound of water echoed lewdly through the bath. I lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist, then thrust my fully erect length in one smooth motion into her soft, slippery inner walls.
“Kkuuuh!! Ha, aaaaah!!”
Soap suds and love juices mingled, making everything far slicker and faster than yesterday, yet the violent tightness unique to the Knight Commander remained, swallowing me whole. The heat built up from training and our heightened lust began to explode violently amid the steamy bath.
“Camilla…! Your insides are an incredible masterpiece.”
“Haang! Ah, ah! Master’s… that big, hard sword… is ravaging my deepest parts! Haaang!”
She wrapped both arms tightly around my neck and bucked her hips like a beast beneath the pouring water. In the midst of the mental communion of master and disciple, the physical communion of training, and the greedy communion of pleasure that followed, we indulged in an even stickier, fiercer coupling than our first night.
How much time had passed? At the peak of pleasure, I poured my burning desire deep into Camilla’s core without holding back.
“Ah, I’m, I’m going! Master! Ah, aaaaah!”
Camilla also convulsed throughout her entire body, reaching a climax that felt like an ending. She collapsed completely into my arms, her chest heaving beneath the white foam. It was a truly refreshing morning, one in which all our pent-up physical desires had been perfectly washed away.
A short while later, the secret room’s door opened and I stepped into Karin’s room with a refreshed face that clearly showed I had just bathed. Thanks to the beastly coupling that followed training, my complexion was brighter than ever.
“Haa, what a refreshing morning. Did you sleep well, my wife?”
“Who’s your wife?!”
Karin, curled up in the corner of the bed, glared at me fiercely while clutching the blanket. Her gaze, like that of a frightened puppy—or rather, an angry Chihuahua—lingered on the faint red marks left on my neck, and her crimson eyes trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
“Y-You crazy beast… So you really did embrace another woman last night?!”
“Why? You told me not to call you wife, yet you’re already jealous of my infidelity?”
“Don’t say such ridiculous things! If I already did that shameful act yesterday… then you should release the rest of your urges like a proper imperial knight by swinging a sword in the training hall!”
Karin shouted in shame and indignation, recalling yesterday’s events. I answered with a nonchalant shrug.
“What are you talking about? I did release it with my body. Very knight-like, too.”
“……What?”
“I just finished a very thorough sword training session with Knight Commander Camilla, who served her master all night and into this morning.”
At that moment, all color drained from Karin’s face. The phrase “Mother served all night” echoed horribly in her mind.
“Mother… ended up in that count’s arms… Aah…”
As Karin, falling into despair, tried to cover her face with both hands, I clicked my tongue and tossed out coldly,
“Tsk tsk, your imagination is too excessive. ‘Service’ doesn’t necessarily mean rolling around in bed.”
“…What?”
‘Well, in reality we did roll around quite thoroughly from last night until this morning’s bath with that beastly stamina of a Swordmaster, but…’
Having no need to reveal that terrible truth, I looked down at the sub-heroine who had been nothing more than a foil to the main heroine—her mother—in the original novel. Having reread the original novel countless times like a salmon whenever I lacked a daughter to raise over the past twenty years, I knew this bold sub-heroine very well.
On the surface, Karin cried out about chivalry and justice and pretended to be perfect with her clever mind, but having lived her entire life swinging only a sword, she was utterly ignorant when it came to relationships between men and women, and she suppressed herself with the spirit of chivalry. Because of that, deep within her, a pure yet intense curiosity about “sex” coiled like a serpent, born from the backlash of that ignorance and severe repression.
I began to slowly cook this ignorant and innocent knight, as if feeding that secret curiosity.
“Think about it. Right now, our father is a paraplegic in a wheelchair. Sadly, that man is in a state where he can’t embrace a woman even if he wants to.”
At my gaslighting, Karin’s crimson eyes flashed.
“That’s right, the count was a paraplegic who had just woken from a vegetative state!”
After her clever mind quickly turned, a deep sigh of relief escaped her lips. The sight of her falling into the illusion that the worst-case scenario of her mother being violated had been avoided was so adorable that a mischievous urge to crush that shallow relief welled up inside me.
“Hmph. Whether you’re innocent or simply know nothing about this side of things, you’re ignorant, Karin.”
“Th-Then… what kind of service did you mean…?”
Even though her clever mind had already reached the conclusion of “service without penetration” without me having to explain, she swallowed hard and asked cautiously. Innocent and ignorant though she might be, I twisted the corner of my mouth into a grotesque smile and looked at her with a sinister grin, knowing she was simulating all sorts of bizarre situations in that clever head of hers.
“Who knows. Even without penetration, there are plenty of ways to treat a woman like a toy, aren’t there?”
“……!”
“If you just go to the adult section in the library, you’ll find plenty of novels describing things like leaving someone with their sight and hearing blocked, dripping hot candle wax to heighten their senses, covering their body in honey and licking it off, or using only hands, mouth, or breasts like you did yesterday to relieve the master’s urges… Ah, there’s also turning a person into furniture and placing wine glasses or food on top of them.”
As I rattled off all sorts of hardcore plays from the erotic novels I knew, Karin’s face turned ashen.
“Y-You’re insane…! Shut your mouth, you vulgar bastard!”
Karin cried out in horror, covering her ears with both hands. She shrank back into the corner of the bed and shouted at me as if I were the most disgusting filth in the world.
“Y-You trash…! Don’t use the library as an excuse! You must have done those disgusting things to the maids whenever you had the chance! No… the count did, right…? Th-Then is that stuff from the erotic novels real? Aauu… Anyway, it’s obvious! You’re going to make me do the same thing, aren’t you?! Just like in those novels!!!”
‘Kukuku. Yes, this is it. The perfect cliché line that moved readers’ hearts in the original novel I enjoyed reading before possessing this body.’
Suppressing the laughter that threatened to burst out at her sharp cry, I climbed onto the bed with leisurely steps.
“Who knows.”
I brought my face close to Karin’s ear as she flinched in fear and whispered softly,
“If you want, I’m willing to turn you into the heroine of those erotic novels.”
Karin’s shoulders jumped violently. At the whisper that I would make her the protagonist of an erotic novel, her face turned as white as a sheet of paper.