Authority to Command

Jerad's Three Henchmen, as Lunia called them, only then realized what Jerad had meant when he said he would show them directly.

The reason why Jerad had spoken so confidently about Lunia being unable to ask for outside help.

They understood how he had managed to get such a stubborn Lunia into bed.

Even though they were nobles, they couldn't even attempt such a threat, but it seemed that a scion of one of the Empire's three great families was exempt from such concerns.

Since it was a family with that much power to begin with, they could probably suppress a few rumors with force.

"··········Ugh?!"

Then, Lunia suddenly covered her body with her hands in a hurry.

Perhaps the contract was indeed a contract, and she seemed to have imagined such a future.

Of course, even so, the future wouldn't change.

And as if to brand that fact, Jerad spoke in a low tone.

"··········Take her."

A single, very short command, yet full of implied meaning.

At Jerad's command, the three who had been waiting behind him began to move.

Lunia quickly tried to figure out a way to escape this situation—

-Squeeze!

"Agh?!"

The men in front of her could no longer hold back.

At that moment, they seemed to have surrendered their bodies to instinct rather than reason, grabbing both her arms as if apprehending a criminal.

And when Lunia met the gazes of the three—

"··········Ah."

At their gazes, burning with lust, her legs instantly gave out.

But even if she wanted her posture to collapse, she couldn't properly fall because both her arms were already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠held.

Normally, she would have screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled desperately to escape.

With a sudden snap, something broke inside her chest, and she gave up even struggling.

Perhaps it was that feeling. The feeling of finally giving up everything and accepting it.

Like being blocked by a massive wall, with no exit visible anywhere.

If she had to pinpoint it·········· that day.

The day Mark forcibly took her first experience.

No matter how much she struggled, she would submit to fate.

The helplessness and desperation she felt that day tormented my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mind.

But, for some reason—

Was it because her first experience was so forceful?

Or was this body originally a pervert that felt pleasure from such things?

My mind screamed no, but my body was already halfway accepting it.

##

Of course, it wasn't as if I had suddenly changed, so there was no way I would comply with such conditions.

Even if I was being blackmailed with a video of myself masturbating, I had only allowed my body to Jerad, and no further.

If they wanted anything more than that, I would naturally defy the command, even if the video were to be released to the public.

And so, the place I ended up following Jerad's henchmen to was none other than the men's dormitory.

Of course, they were using an empty room at the innermost part of the men's dormitory, which they had converted into their hideout.

-Thump.

'Hmm······, comfortable.'

"Huh."

Someone couldn't hide their surprise at my rather audacious behavior.

And someone said,

"Do you understand your situation?"

"Hmph, what do I care?"

Of course, if they saw it, it would be a very unpleasant and rude answer, enough to make them want to teach me a lesson,

but I had said it after calculating the potential backlash.

And why not? Jerad's restrictions on me were certainly of that nature, weren't they?

Rather than thinking 'I absolutely must not do it!' in my heart, I thought 'Is it okay not to go this far?' and that gave me a sense of how much the oath placed upon me allowed.

After stalling for time, pretending to be haughty and rude, I confirmed that from my perspective, having my body forcibly used under such a mere restriction was out of the question,

The red line before outright refusal seemed to be my chest, and it appeared they didn't necessarily need to use my lower body.

'··········Indeed.'

After all, it was a contract to allow my body in exchange for the video not being shown to others.

Nevertheless, while it was certainly a type of contract that both parties had to unconditionally uphold, if one side was too unreasonable, it couldn't be called a contract, but rather something closer to blackmail, so perhaps it was natural?

If not all of that, then what?

Perhaps Jerad was simply displeased with other men using my body.

Anyway.

In the end, just finding out that they didn't have to use my lower body was a gain.

-Swish.

I crossed my legs as if I would never open them and said,

"Who should I take out first?"

At those words, Jerad's henchmen began to wear expressions of incomprehension.

##

At Lunia's words, Arnold, Eden, and William began to exchange glances.

'······Hey, hey, isn't that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bitch crazy?'

'That bitch doesn't seem to understand the situation at all right now, does she?'

'Why would Jerad want a bitch like that··········?'

Even so, if they had ears to hear and eyes to see, couldn't they at least predict what was about to happen?

Nevertheless, Lunia in front of them wore an arrogant expression as if she was being brave, but only for a moment, then she crossed her legs as if she had no intention of opening them at all.

Among the three who followed Jerad, Arnold, the leader of their actions, felt a surge of anger at Lunia's behavior.

He intended to truly show Lunia, who treated them with such disdain, what a real lesson was.

Even if Jerad was from one of the three high noble families, they themselves were children of quite powerful noble families just below them.

Arnold judged that Lunia had ignored them, thinking she was from a lower family than Jerad, and he completely abandoned his initial intention to get along.

Arnold, who now intended to treat Lunia completely like a whore, planned to use the 'right' he had received from Jerad.

Of course, since he wasn't Jerad himself, he couldn't arbitrarily change the contract terms or swap his position with Jerad's.

However, he still had a right transferred from Jerad.

A command authority, albeit a small one, that could make Lunia submit just like Jerad.

It had been given to him in case Lunia caused a disturbance or committed unexpected actions, and Jerad could take it back anytime he wished.

Therefore, Arnold intended to use this 'right' to make Lunia, who was waiting so confidently, truly feel the terror of a male.

"You still haven't come to your senses, Lunia."

"What are you talking about, lackey?"

"···············What?"

Arnold, a third-year student at Reinhardt Magic Academy.

Although he had no romantic experience, as a male who had experienced countless women in brothels since an early age,

he 'commanded' the female in front of him.

"Lunia, spread your legs."

Arnold, who had just blurted out a right he hadn't intended to use if possible, was so anxious that he wondered if he could truly control people at will, but—

"What, do you need something to get you off? Here."

Lunia not only obediently uncrossed her thighs but also spread her legs wide, revealing her underwear inside.

'···············Purple·····.'

The color of Lunia's underwear that the three men saw her wearing today was purple.

It was an underwear color often worn to subtly convey a mature image.

Of course, Lunia was completely unaware of this fact.

Anyway, Arnold, who had even seen Lunia's underwear, thought.

That Lunia, due to her pride, didn't realize she was currently being 'commanded'.

Women who were so proud and couldn't accept their fate, like this bitch, were the kind Arnold had seen many times.

And they were the types he had often encountered while frequenting brothels.

Specifically, women who had just been sold to brothels.

Bitches who still valued themselves beyond imagination, as if they didn't truly know they had been sold to a brothel, or the wives of fallen nobles who never expected this to happen to them, or their daughters who still believed themselves to be nobles.

Usually, such bitches are proud and sharp-tongued until they are forcibly violated.

But that was only until they were fucked by him.

Most of them, after being forcibly violated, would then realize the wretchedness of their situation and fate, and start to sob.

And Arnold liked the tears of such women.

He felt as if he had become a true noble, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and at the same time, he felt like a truly strong male, as it was the instinct of a strong male to protect such weak females.

That's why Arnold couldn't stop frequenting brothels.

Moreover, if news came from his regular brothel that a virgin or a fallen noble had arrived, he would drop whatever he was doing and go.

Because if he didn't hurry, such women would be taken by other men.

Perhaps Arnold's life had turned out this way because he was a little more honest with his own instincts.