I Shall Become the Cumrag Stud (1)

"Filthy non-virgin bitch."

I spat curses under my breath as I returned to my room.

I recalled Leona's appearance from the meeting hall.

Standing rigidly behind my sister Isabella, not uttering a single word until the meeting ended.

Every time I peeked into her thoughts with Mind Reading, she only revealed unwavering loyalty toward Isabella.

I'd thought all that proved Leona was a pure, noble virgin... but when I dug deeper, she turned out to be a voyeuristic nympho obsessed with masturbation.

Even though she saw me as a worthless dog, she was one of the three who didn't mock me when everyone else laughed at my declaration. I'd viewed her favorably for that... but now?

Was it the NTR drift's influence that turned this novel's characters into such perverts?

I didn't know the reason, but there was no mercy for non-virgins.

"You're next on my list."

The status window said Leona was a virgin, but that only applied to her body.

A slut who secretly spied on others having sex and jerked off to it? Her mind and soul were filthy enough to count as defiled.

Thus—thud thud thud!

In the supreme court of virgins within my heart, I stamped Leona as a non-virgin and resolved to treat her as such from now on.

'As vice-captain, she'll probably grant some combat skills, right?'

I pictured Leona's body, my thoughts utterly different from how I regarded confirmed virgins like Mina and Isabella.

Firm, muscular build. Faint scar on her face. Even in her knight's uniform, you could tell she had no excess fat anywhere.

Every inch was fuckable, but she'd probably be unpopular with this world's men.

The women they liked were extremes: either elegant noble ladies or cheap whores—both plump and curvy types. Nothing like Leona with her short silver-gray hair and boyish charm.

'You tasteless fucks! ...Tch.'

I let out a wry smirk.

It hadn't been long since I possessed this body, yet here I was, naturally plotting to train and corrupt women.

Was this my ability's influence, or the original Werner's?

I didn't know, but the path ahead seemed clear.

Unable to sit on the bed soaked in my personal maid's pussy juices, I sank into a chair and pondered.

'I have the original story's knowledge. But... most of it's from ten years ahead. I know plenty that's still relevant now, but it's not time to chase those yet.'

I grabbed a notepad from the table in front of me, flipped it open, and jotted notes with a pen, sinking deep into thought.

What needed doing right away?

First, Leona, who'd been peeping on me earlier.

'Probably sent by Isabella. Despite her stern exterior, she seems to care about me deep down... though why she masturbated while peeping instead of knocking is beyond me. Whatever, who cares about a non-virgin's thoughts.'

I wasn't certain, but I could check with Mind Reading when I saw Leona tomorrow. No need to worry now.

'Alright, skip Leona for now. Let's think about how to crush that bastard Eric first. Going straight for him isn't smart. He's built a faction over years, while I'm the mocked loser with no time to rebuild my reputation. So... dismantle from the inside.'

After mulling it over, I settled on a rough plan. True to this dark fantasy world, the cheap paper resisted turning. I wet my thumb with spit but paused.

I'd dipped it lightly to check the floor puddle—and Leona's pussy juice flavor lingered on my tongue.

With Lia, I'd been too focused on breaking the arrogant maid to notice, but this world's women had pussy juice that was faintly sweet and refreshing. Like my past life's Pocari Sweat.

'What a retarded detail to add, you hack author...'

Of course, better than the fishy, stinky alternative—but still unrealistically hot.

I closed the notepad and opened the status window. Lia's first.

"...What the hell?"

Lia's arousal dropping from 100 fever pitch to 0 was no surprise.

I'd properly disciplined the arrogant maid who lunged at the breeding uncle—now breeding youth—relying on her asshole.

But her affection and submission plummeting—especially submission—was odd.

'Maybe... they're not fixed values?'

I tore a notepad sheet, then tested Dexterous Hands copied from Lia.

No effort needed—just think it, and the paper in my hand folded into a perfect crane.

I felt mana drain from my heart. Since I knew zilch about origami, the skill worked fine.

'Okay, got it. Copied skills persist even if submission drops.'

I rechecked Lia's status.

Lips, nipples, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠asshole, pussy—all leveled up, sensitivity improved accordingly. Her asshole even stayed tight despite my thick cock pounding it.

Submission dropped sharply, but affection less so.

'Harder to raise affection, but smaller drops. Submission rises easy but crashes hard post-domination. But...'

"Depravity didn't change."

I closed Lia's window and opened quests.

One cleared, one new linked quest.

'Raise depravity for quests. Clear quests to boost affection/submission... Is that my power's structure?'

To confirm, I read my Corruption Training ability details.

Undiscovered thresholds stayed hidden, but this outlined my power well.

Unlike hero Kael's righteous abilities or traitor Lucian’s superior demon-hybrid magic aptitude.

No hero, no betrayer. Just breeding uncle—breeding youth—Werner. Specialized solely in that.

"Hoo..."

I was 90% sure, but checked my status for that last hope.

"What the actual fuck is this."

Stats lower than maid Lia's. Sure, I had Stamina and Charm—probably breeding perks—but the rest was pathetic. Especially Mana at 1. Unbefitting a Kraus heir, guardians of humanity. Isabella probably had 50+.

Average male stats here were 5 (sans Mana), so Lia was impressive for a maid—but that changed nothing.

'Kael started with no stat under 15!'

If I hadn't improvised, pretending to fall for Lia. If I'd just forced her relying on submission...

'I might've lost. Even fighting seriously.'

Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a breeding stud. Sex-specialized.

Excluding new training skills, my only remaining one was Pathetic Swordsmanship. Predictably useless. I wanted to delete it to free the slot.

Even average soldiers gained decent combat skills through training. Werner had just this trash one. Not mere laziness.

Pure talentless trash. Overwhelming garbage.

Of course—the author set it up so superior academy ladies fall to a powerless breeding dud. Hotter that way.

"...Haa."

I stroked my chin gravely.

Original knowledge, Eric's faction, impending monster hordes, my week-deadline military funds pledge.

"If only I'd possessed a side character... no, random NPC A."

Then maybe other paths. But maxing original knowledge, every plan led to one conclusion.

To save the territory with these shitty stats/skills, one way only.

"...You want me to become the cumrag stud, author?"

No answer. I had to decide.

I stood, face serious no more, approached sleeping Lia, and gripped her tits hard.

"Hngh?!"

She whimpered in sleep but was too exhausted to wake.

Fine. Sleep well. Tomorrow, you'd lift your maid skirt in broad daylight, crowds around, with your own hands.

My balls needed a night's rest too.

I yanked the blanket from the non-virgin hogging my bed, lay on the floor, hands behind head, staring ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the ceiling. I vowed.

If my only weapon was this cock. If I could only grow by training women and stealing skills. If that saved them...

"Fine. Then I'll gladly become it. The cumrag stud."

Hesitation over.

Next morning, meeting hall.

Isabella and old retainers debated fiercely, faces grim, over finances and monster subjugation.

I'd picked the farthest corner seat, yawning hugely. My maid Lia stood demurely behind, attending me.

Amid Eric's boring monologue, I whispered to Lia, voice barely audible.

"Lia... sorry. I love you so much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm going insane. Held you all night, but seeing you... I can't hold back."

I finished, slid my hidden-under-table hand sideways, into her maid skirt.

"Y-Young master...? Hn, h-here's the meeting...!"

Per my morning order, no panties—her soft pussy lips touched my fingers.

A normal stroke would've been spotted, but Dexterous Hands from Lia kept it hidden.

Well, one noticed—but harmless. Peeping hobbyist; she'd probably masturbate secretly too.

Swordmaster Isabella's senses were sharp, but she was furrowed-brow deep in worry, no spare attention.

Lia screamed inwardly, but a non-virgin's wail was mere noise to me.

"...! ...Ngh!"

Lia bit her lip to stifle sound, but couldn't clench her pussy.

Her thighs quivered; warm juices dripped onto my hand.

Then, eyes met Leona's—glaring daggers from behind document-buried, gloomy Isabella.

I showed her my hand openly. Pressed index to thumb, rubbed lightly, pulled apart.

Lia's slick formed a lewd string, stretching long before snapping.

'You're next, non-virgin knight.'

Even if body-virgin, filthy mind? I forgive not.