Giving Arrogant Female Knights an Utterly Shameful Punishment (While Sane)

After rigging the winner as the nun while everyone was in their right minds, things moved along quickly.

"This mission's theme is Infinite Masturbation Paradise…."

I gave the eleven remaining black pussies a mission where only one would emerge victorious. The condition? Masturbate in a way that got me seriously aroused—raised my heart rate, to be precise. The pussy that set a new high score advanced straight to the finals, while the rest got weeded out in later rounds. Who won? Well, duh.

"I-I'm number one…!?"

"That sight of you stuffing both your ass and pussy at once really struck a chord with me."

Easy win for the nun. She'd already captured my heart completely, so no other pussy was gonna make it race.

"Now, I'll announce the theme for the mission to decide the one challenger who'll face Marianne in the finals."

After that came stuff like Infinite Masturbation Hell and whatnot, picking out the girl who could arouse me with the most creative masturbation. It was pretty fun, honestly. They emphasized originality as they eliminated one by one, so by the late rounds, we got all sorts of bizarre acts. One girl shook her hips at thin air, ranting about reaching climax through fantasy—hilarious. Even she couldn't beat the nun, though.

"The final mission to crown the sole winner of the Pussy Contest is… 'Masturbation for Yourself'."

"…Huh? I-I've never done something like that!!"

The final mission: Do your favorite masturbation style, just for you. The challenger balked. Said she'd hardly ever masturbated purely for her own pleasure in her life.

"……Hehe♡"

The nun, on the other hand? She's from a total pervert cult programmed to jerk off alone. She won with room to spare. It was so overwhelmingly masterful that even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the loser admitted defeat with a sigh of relief.

In the end, the nun got to strut the streets with me.

"Are we heading to the palace now…?"

"Yeah."

The quest window popped up telling me to report there.

I could zip there fast with admin privileges, but… nah. I wanted to savor it a bit longer. The nun's super arousing state, that is.

"Oh, High Priestess! Hello~."

"Sister Marianne?"

"I won the Pussy Contest, so I'm off to pay my respects to Her Highness the Third Princess!"

"That look on you…."

"Chef said it was a winner's congrats and sprayed me down good♡"

"Ah, I see. No wonder it looked like such precious stuff draped over your body."

Kuh, now that's arousing.

The kind-hearted nun who cluelessly entered a cooking contest for the orphans, now walking the capital buck-naked, covered head to toe in cum. You think I'd fast-travel and miss this? I wanted to show off my masterpiece to everyone around. Sure, they're all NPCs, but still.

"By the way, Marianne, aren't you embarrassed dressed like that?"

"Huh? Oh, you mean my belly fat sticking out a bit? Is that embarrassing!? Will Her Highness hate it!?"

I poked a little, and the nun frantically tried to cover her stomach…

"U-Ugh… Can't cover it or the cum might wipe off…."

Ah, she's embarrassed but her body won't budge. Admin privileges working perfectly—settings locked in tight. I couldn't help but feel pleased.

"I'm the chef picked by Her Highness. I've chosen your pussy as the best, so hold your head high."

"But… tastes differ, so my plain little pussy might not suit her…."

"No way. If anything, she'll be thrilled with a pussy like yours."

"…Really?"

"It's a Pussy Contest even commoners can join, after all."

I soothed the anxious priestess appropriately. Truth is, the total pervert princess who suddenly set up this contest—who knows what mods she's undergone. Can't say for sure. But if not, I can tweak her with admin privileges anyway.

I can mod the princess too, after all.

"Ah, the palace is coming into view."

Anyway, we arrived while enjoying this oblivious exhibitionism. The palace welcomed us in all its game-defying splendor.

"You are… Ah, Mr. Doyeon."

"Here to report on the Pussy Contest to Her Highness the Third Princess."

"Her Highness has been informed. No need for an escort—go right in."

"Got it."

We even got VIP entry. Her oddly cold reaction? Probably from the Pussy Contest settings I tweaked with admin privileges. To her, I'm just some judge she whimsically appointed. That's my image, huh?

Time to knock her down a peg.

I'll tweak the princess's settings while I'm at it. With that resolve, I stepped into the palace.

…I realized I should've modded sooner about five minutes later.

-Clang!!

"Halt!"

We were strolling the palace corridors when suddenly two female knights drew their swords.

"……!!?"

Whoa, that scared me. So realistic I nearly pissed myself.

"Eek, eek!? I-Imperial Knights…!!"

"Imperial Knights?"

"The scariest order in the palace!"

The nun was terrified too. She awkwardly raised her hands. Satisfied with her reaction, the knights smirked.

"Good, you know us. We're Imperial Knights. Suspicious intruders in the palace get summarily executed."

"And you two look extremely suspicious. Normal visitors get maids to guide them. How'd you sneak in?"

Watching their smug attitudes, I wasn't scared at all. I replied calmly.

"Sigh… Hold on a sec."

NPCs daring to intimidate a human? You're dead. You'll suffer worse than Chicken Coop Pussy.

I reached out.

"Hah!? Don't move!!"

Of course the knights tried to stop me. But I hit the console first.

A simple button: 'Pause'.

Flash—time froze instantly.

Normally, the player would freeze too. Unless devs want pervy time-stop uncle bullshit, they'd block it. But who am I? Admin privileges holder.

I could freely manipulate the console even in paused time. Meaning, these bitches were fucked.

Fixed my settings first. A guy using the princess's pussy panties as an ID badge? That screams authority.

And the highlight: Tweaked their job settings.

"Hm."

That should do it.

Build-up complete. Time to play.

'Unpause.'

Flash—!!

Game resumed. The frozen knights lunged to grab my wrist.

"No funny business… Huh?"

In my hand, they found exquisite fabric.

"The Third Princess's… p-panties? Why do you have…."

"I'm Kim Doyeon, the chef Her Highness personally appointed as Pussy Contest judge. These symbolize her trust."

"S-S-Sorry!!!!!"

They released me instantly, snapping to attention. Treating a guy carrying the princess's panties as suspicious? Yeah, time to reflect.

"Ow, my wrist hurts."

"Unforgivable! We'll call a priestess."

"Oh yeah, I heard Imperial Knights have a unique rule."

"……!!!?"

Their faces went pale. They glanced at each other, muttering it was an "obsolete rule." Apparently, only one knight suffered it centuries ago.

Congrats, girls. You're making history.

"If you don't wanna, fine. I'll report to Her Highness…."

"W-We will!!"

A touch of threat, and they scrambled to strip. Getting blacklisted by the princess could doom their houses.

The result? Quite the spectacle.

"S-Satisfied now…?"

"We'll serve like this for a week. Please forgive our disgrace."

The blonde on the left trembled, desperate to hide her sagging single tit. The brunette fared no better—hot liquid dripped from below despite her efforts.

She looked so pitiful, even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the nun freaked.

"Ch-Chef…!! Forgive them!! They're women too!!!"

"……."

Objectively, you're worse off, covered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in cum naked. Subjectively, these two are a hundred times more pathetic.

Sending sane knights to work like that at the office. Reflect hard, ladies.

"I'd love to forgive you, but this ties to Her Highness's dignity. Better than house extinction, right?"

"Y-Yeah…."

"Anyway, mind escorting us? Don't want more intruder mix-ups."

"U-Understood…."

The deathly pale knights followed. The blonde's vulgar uneven tits slapped against her armor with each step—breath ragged from shame. The brunette? Marking a Hansel-and-Gretel trail with piss. Tears welled as humiliation peaked.

Serves you right for acting tough… Oh.

Trailing leisurely behind, the knights suddenly halted. Fancy-armored men clanked toward them.

"Th-That's… S-Sylvia!?"

"Lydia, what the hell is this!!"

Yep, fellow Imperial Knights. How do exposed-tit knights feel in front of coworkers? Not that I care to empathize.

"No way… That's Mr. Kim Doyeon behind you?"

"You insulted him!? You knew about the Pussy Contest today!!"

"I-I didn't know… Never cared much about pussies…."

The blonde's voice shrank. No trace of her earlier smugness. The guys' stares were blatantly lecherous—pretending concern while ogling pussy and tits. Heavy breathing gave them away.

As a guy, I got it. Decided to help.

"They're honorable Imperial Knights too. Staring like that just makes them pitiful, no?"

"M-Mr. Kim Doyeon…."

"So get closer! You'll be around them like this for a week—better get used to it early!"

"……Eek!!!?"

The knights I "helped" panicked. The disappointed guys' eyes lit up.

"You mean?"

"Your escort duty ends here. Spend the rest of your shift showing off to your fellow knights."

"Th-That's."

"You'll get used to it eventually? Don't you hate being eyed like meat by coworkers for a week?"

"But…."

"Alright, Marianne. Let's go."

I strode off refreshed. Good enough. No need to watch what happened next as the nun glanced back repeatedly.

"Lydia, isn't that one tit sagging a bit…?"

"Eek… Hn, hnn…."

"Don't worry! I'll keep Lady Reinhardt's uneven tits secret forever!"

Saggy-tits was prime waifu material—nipple bumps and all under scrutiny.

"Sylvia, you… pissing yourself?"

"N-No."

"Liar. Smells like it… Oh, can't wipe 'cause you can't cover?"

"No helping it. I'll wipe you."

"Eek♡ N-No♡ No need♡"

Incontinent girl gets her pussy wiped by the boys for a while. Later, gangbanged by uncontrollably horny guys. Filmed and passed around as unit jerkbait. Forced into intense spars confirming the sag. Or off-palace missions exposing pussy and tits to commoners they'd never meet. And after all that lifelong shame, no quitting—just eat from the same pot with comrades forever.

Not my problem.

Live well, girls.

A bit later, we finally met the princess.

"Princess…? Didn't you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠say you were twenty-seven now?"

"And? Why?"

"……?"

I haven't touched her settings yet?

I hadn't planned to say that. Feels too abrupt for our first meeting.