The Scoundrel Hides His Territory Salvation Plan (2)
In the end, the meeting concluded without any gains, and Leona followed Isabella to her lord's chambers.
The room was spacious as befitting the family head's quarters, but it contained little more than a bed and a chair.
Leona, who could have indulged in any luxury she desired, felt a mix of pity and deep respect for Isabella's austere simplicity as she helped her don her armor.
A report had come from a mage stationed at the ramparts: goblins had appeared near the wheat fields outside the castle.
In most cases, other lords would dispatch a knight order to exterminate them. But the Kraus family was different.
With most of the territory's forces away at the warfront alongside the family head, the house was little more than an empty shell. Yet it was also the house overseen by Isabella Kraus, the empire's youngest swordmaster, acting as regent.
"Lady Isabella?... Take me with you too."
"No. You must guard the castle."
"At least one knight for your escort..."
Leona trailed off with a wry smile. An escort for Isabella? What nonsense. Who would be protecting whom? It might make sense if she offered to tag along as a maid to handle the chores.
Leona knew full well this was the rational choice.
Assembling the knight order and soldiers would take at least another hour.
In that time, the goblins could slaughter plenty of the territory's folk working the fields.
By the time the knights and soldiers rushed over in a mob, the goblins would have torched the hard-earned wheat fields and fled.
But if Isabella went alone, she could wipe them out before they even noticed.
Isabella, now fully armored with swift efficiency, walked toward the teleportation magic circle that led directly to the ramparts. She spoke to Leona casually, as if the thought had just occurred to her and held no particular importance.
"Leona, go to Werner's room and ask him. What his plan is, and what he intends to do next."
"As you command, my liege."
An order from Isabella, the object of her worship. How could she defy it?
Leona bowed at once, but inwardly she swallowed a deep sigh.
She'd rather follow Isabella and exterminate those goblins—no, even an ogre. Anything but a private audience with that utter wastrel Werner.
Werner... You're a Kraus too. Hate to admit it, but you even look like Lady Isabella. So why can't you measure up to your sister in talent or character? Pathetic.
Back in her own room, Leona first shed her heavy silver armor.
Changing into a thin shirt and leather pants for ease of movement, she pondered.
Show up out of the blue, and he'll throw another tantrum about the knights spying on him or some bullshit.
To avoid needless friction with that trash, it was wiser to first check with his personal maids about his recent movements.
She wasn't close with Lia, but Mina hailed from the same orphanage. They'd grown up leaning on each other in this barren land, each other's only friend. Mina would welcome her warmly, even unannounced.
Leona kept her sword at her waist even after stripping off the armor and headed for the door.
Just as she reached to open it—
The door swung open first with a clunk, and someone staggered inside.
"Mina?"
"...Leona. Sorry to barge in like this. Can I rest here a bit?"
It was Mina. But gone was her usual composure; her face was deathly pale and exhausted, on the verge of collapse.
Leona rushed over and grabbed her shoulders.
"Mina! What happened? Your face—did that fucking wastrel do something again...?"
"...No, nothing. Just... really tired today. Let me sleep here a little..."
Mina dodged the question, stumbling to Leona's bed and collapsing onto it. She pulled the covers over herself and shut her eyes immediately.
Even her face was buried under the blanket, her frail chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. A chill killing intent gathered in Leona's eyes as she gazed down at her friend.
Mina, showing such weakness...
Mina was a strong girl. A maid whose loyalty even impressed Leona, a knight.
Her swordsmanship surpassed most knights, yet she'd insisted on becoming Werner's personal maid to repay him for buying her from the orphanage and freeing her from slavery.
So she never flinched at Werner hurling objects or spewing abuse.
Mina had never given up on Werner, even as he'd shed his innocent childhood and devolved into a wastrel.
Yet now she trembled like someone who'd abandoned all hope.
Why?
The worst possibility flashed through Leona's mind.
No way... Did that horny piece of trash finally cross the line?
That scoundrel had leered at the territory's women for ages.
But he'd never dared touch Mina, who was stronger than him. If anything, he went meek around her alone.
But today, if he'd finally overstepped? If Mina had resisted and fled? It all fit too perfectly.
"That bastard... How dare you."
If he weren't Isabella's brother, she'd have lopped his head off long ago.
Leona stormed out in a blaze of fury.
In her casual clothes, she glided silently down the corridor toward the farthest, most secluded corner of the castle—Werner's room.
No matter how angry she was, Werner was still the family head's son. Not like Eric. Leona hadn't forgotten that.
But she could give him a piece of her mind. She was a vice-captain of the knight order, after all—even if her sudden promotion came from the seniors heading to the front lines.
Kick the door down, blast him with mana pressure till he pisses himself.
That way, she'd get revenge without laying a hand on him.
Steel resolve firm, Leona stood before Werner's door. She raised her fist to knock, observing the bare minimum of formality.
But she couldn't bring it down harshly.
Strange... sounds leaked from beyond the door.
Sounds too faint for anyone but a knight's sharpened senses.
Smack! Squelch! Creak! Thwack-!
Dull thuds, like a heavy club striking soft leather laced with fat.
And then...
"Ahhhng! Ahaat! Urghhh! Ah, it hurts! It hurts, pull out! Pull out! Please pull out!"
Leona's eyes widened. No hallucination. A desperate voice.
The voice of Werner's other personal maid, Lia—usually so prim and gentle.
Lia? Why's Lia screaming like a slut... 'Pull out, it hurts'? Is she being forced?!
Her expression froze cold at the thought.
Normally, she couldn't punish the direct Kraus lineage wastrel outright. But this was different.
Her fist clenched at the door.
She had to smash it down and press her sword to that wastrel's throat. That was her duty as proud vice-captain of the Kraus knight order.
Fury made Leona eerily calm. Bursting in yelling could endanger Lia. Open slow, then charge. She lowered her fist.
To assess inside, she peered silently through the worn keyhole.
An unbelievable sight assaulted her—grotesque, violent, cruel, yet utterly obscene.
"...!"
Her breath caught.
On the moonlit bed.
Werner, whose lanky frame couldn't even swing a sword without knights' mockery, now utterly dominated Lia's lower body with overwhelming physique and power.
What... what the hell is that position?
Leona lacked sexual experience, but growing up an orphan among knights had exposed her to their crude talk.
Most had targeted her before she met Isabella. She knew it all too well.
But that position, for that... Even seeing it, she could hardly believe.
Like something a goblin... no, an orc would do.
A coercive pose: woman flat on the bed, legs hoisted over his shoulders.
Then slamming his full weight to ravage her deepest depths—not sex, but gladiatorial combat.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
She had to burst in now. But Leona's rigid body wouldn't budge. The scene defied her common sense.
"Urghhh... Uuugh! ...Uwaaaah... Ah♥"
Lia's initial pained cries melted into sticky moans after a few merciless hip-thrusts from Werner.
Werner's thing—like a club, inhuman—
Each plunge through her tight entrance made the bedsprings scream and her ample breasts bounce, slapping his abs.
"Don't hold back your moans. Scream it out."
Werner's voice. Not his usual sniveling whine.
A languid, arrogant tone, reeking of male dominance over a conquered woman.
And Lia's response hit Leona's mind like a fireball.
Lia, supposedly raped by wastrel Werner, suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.
Leona saw Lia's eyes melted in ecstasy.
Pinned under Werner, she wasn't crying pain—instead, like a bitch in heat, she craned up to devour his lips. Sucking them with vulgar tongue-work.
Their tongues tangled thickly; silvery saliva drooled from her lips.
"...Aang! Ah, aaah! Y-Young master-!"
Post-kiss, Lia bucked her hips, begging for deeper thrusts with a wail.
"Haa..."
Hot breath escaped Leona's lips outside the keyhole, in the corridor.
No pretext left to smash the door. This wasn't rape.
Lia craved being beast-fucked by Werner. That blustering wastrel, promising to fix the military funds not even a day ago, was now rutting his maid.
Pathetic. Stupid. Weak. She should scoff... She should... But why wasn't she?
What is this? Something's... wrong... Legs feel weak...
Leona's body, chilled by rage, ignited like a blaze.
Ragged breaths rose to her throat; unwittingly, her thighs clenched and rubbed together.
Leona despised men's sexual harassment, viewing flesh-mingling as monstrous filth. Yet why couldn't she look away from Lia writhing in pleasure under that arrogant wastrel?
Each time Werner's massive tool speared her depths. Each sweat drop falling from his jaw, back muscles flexing. Each time Lia wailed like a lowly goblin in shameless ecstasy. Leona felt her deep core—untouched ever—throb hungrily.
...Me too.
A horrific, forbidden fantasy flashed: herself splayed on that bed, legs spread wide, crushed under the much taller Werner, back arched like a bow.
Clinging to the loathed Werner's neck, initiating a tongue-twining kiss like Lia now.
It was Leona's ugliest, most secret perversion—even hidden from Isabella.
A twisted lust to submit to the weaker.
Fleeting thoughts during fights with bandits or goblin trash.
What if she "accidentally" dropped her sword here...?
If they captured rather than killed her...?
Then, to her—stronger than men, body firm with abs over softness, no noble status to attract suitors—they'd shove their manhood in...?
Leona knew soldiers mocked her as a "wild bitch."
No one dared say it to her face, the skill-based vice-captain. But that's why no man approached.
A woman stronger than men.
For a noble like Isabella, honor and respect. But an orphan girl? She became something inhuman.
So Leona had suppressed even casual sex, let alone romance or marriage.
Yet her robust, vigorous body harbored lust dozens of times fiercer than average women.
It wouldn't stay bottled up forever.
"Nh... Urng..."
Her unintended moan startled even herself.
The will to enter had long evaporated. Knees unyielding in training now quivered. Slick fluid soaked her panties.
Ah... Why am I even here? ...Right, to chew him out? B-But interrupting now... Ah... M-Maybe watch a bit more, then knock?
Leona peered mindlessly, slipping her right hand into her pants out of masturbation habit.
Gazing at the man resembling her revered Isabella, she rubbed familiarly.
As if masturbating to Isabella's sex, guilt stabbed her—but it twisted to depraved thrill, melting her brain.
"Urgh, urgh."
Then it happened.
Werner, after pulverizing Lia's pussy and toying with her breasts, suddenly looked her way.
Their eyes met—or so Leona felt.
Utter terror of discovery. And Werner's club-like cock, looming larger as he charged the door.
R-Right in front... Th-that thing! C-Coming closer to me!
Delicious-looking cock and peril fused; Leona's brain overloaded.
Her back bowed like a bow; unprecedented orgasm surged up her spine.
Squiiiirt-!
Even as Werner rushed, Leona couldn't stop masturbating.
Her squirted fluid pooled transparently on the corridor floor.
Shameful. Terrifying. It only fueled her secret lust more.
"Haa, haa...!"
Legs buckling in afterglow, Leona nearly collapsed—but the door handle's clunk snapped her alert.
C-Caught! That trash sees my slutty state! Th-Then...! Then...! N-No, what if Lady Isabella finds out!
Loyalty trumped pleasure.
Leona fled down the dark corridor end, clutching her clothes, eyes red with shame.
Forgetting the slick, transparent puddle she'd left under the door.