Knight's Corruption Training (2): If I'm Caught, It's Over

If she found out—if Isabella discovered that I'd been sniffing her scent on her bed and fingering my pussy until I soaked everything in my fluids—there'd be no forgiveness, even if I bit my tongue and died on the spot right then and there. I'd be finished as a knight... no, as a human being.

As Isabella drew closer, Leona reflexively dropped to one knee and bowed her head. Her heart pounded so fiercely it rang in her ears. Her sweat-dampened bangs, now dried, clung stubbornly to her forehead.

"Leona."

Her liege called to her. But unlike usual, Leona couldn't respond immediately. She couldn't even open her eyes, let alone speak. Unlike herself, lost in filthy lust, Isabella's golden blonde hair shone brilliantly even caked in blood. Leona lacked the courage to meet that gaze head-on.

"Why aren't you answering?"

Isabella stood before Leona, monster blood dripping from beneath her armor.

Leona clenched her teeth.

Good... this is for the best. Better to have my head lopped off in one stroke by my liege's hand, her sword... at least that's honorable. Why the hell did I do something like that?

Steeling herself, Leona slowly opened her eyes. She forced a knightly composure, keeping her face as expressionless as possible as she raised her head.

Isabella looked down at her with the cold, impassive eyes unique to those of Kraus blood.

Trembling in fear under that gaze, Leona nonetheless felt her pussy quiver with perverse excitement even now...

As Isabella's stare grew icier, turning Leona's heart to black terror—

"You're out of breath, and your pants are soaked with sweat. Is that why you couldn't answer?"

Isabella's voice, unexpectedly, was incredibly gentle.

"It's late now. End your training for the night."

"Pardon? ...Y-yes, my liege?"

The words were so unforeseen that Leona stammered in confusion.

Isabella bent slightly at the waist and, removing her bloodied gauntlet, gently stroked her loyal subordinate's head with her bare hand.

The moment her liege—no, her master's touch met her skin, Leona lightly climaxed.

A miraculous illusion. No, a maiden's delusion.

Isabella had perfectly mistaken the obscene stain Leona had left on her bed for sweat from intense training.

"You've been standing guard in my room this whole time without leaving."

No, that's not it, Lady Isabella... I snuck into Werner's room while you were fighting monsters and masturbated to that...

Leona swallowed the truth threatening to spill from her lips. It wasn't fear of interrogation that stopped her. It was simply... simply that she couldn't utter such vulgar words to this noble knight, so utterly opposed to her own depravity—that she'd gotten aroused by her little brother's cock.

"Well done, Leona. You are a true knight. Many retainers objected, but my decision to name you vice-captain was not wrong."

Isabella's words, spoken with complete trust, stabbed into Leona's heart like a blade. Deeply, so very deeply...

Leona wanted to burst into tears right then. She was no true knight. While her liege fought monsters for the territory's people, she'd done something unforgivable in her liege's room—a knight? No, just a filthy bitch in heat.

Guilt flowed from the crown of her head, where Isabella's warm hand rested, straight down to her pussy. Biting her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lip to stifle sobs and confession alike, Leona squeezed out a reply.

"Y-you overpraise me, my liege... I merely followed orders."

Finally rising, Leona hurried to help Isabella remove her armor. The buckle was slightly dented—work of some monster that deserved death.

Once the armor and gambeson were off, Isabella's linen shirt was revealed.

Leona stared piercingly through the thin, semi-transparent fabric.

Plump breasts in soft pink hue, impossible to believe they belonged to a swordmaster who could tear an ogre apart barehanded.

"What are you staring at...? Ah, blood splattered here too. I need to wash up. It's late—go rest now, Vice-Captain Leona. We have a dawn meeting tomorrow."

"...H-hngh...!"

"...Vice-Captain Leona?"

"Y-yes! I'll take my leave!"

"See to it."

"No, first—I'll order the maids to change the bedding to fresh linens!"

"No need. The sheets seem dry now."

"No. I'll have the maids replace them."

"Worried about the sweat smell? It's fine. Between you and me, what does it—"

"No!"

"...? Very well, do as you wish."

The instant Isabella turned to change, Leona frantically gathered the traces she'd left and clutched them to her chest.

But she couldn't leave right away.

Isabella's baby-soft, pale armpits as she lifted her arms to remove her shirt... her pussy lips bulging visibly through her panties as she bent to remove her pants, ass thrust toward Leona...

They were right in front of her.

Ughhh, ughhhh! It's your fault, Lady Isabella! Getting me hornier every day!

"By the way, how is Werner faring?"

Isabella asked casually over her shoulder, as if inquiring about the weather.

Leona, barely suppressing fantasies of forcing herself on Isabella, halted mid-step toward the door—like tripping on a pebble.

Flashes of recent scenes crossed her mind.

The wastrel bragging he'd solve military funds within a week, yet groping his personal maid. The arm pinning Lia's head. The cock entering Lia's pussy.

But Leona couldn't speak. She couldn't bring despair to her weary liege after battling monsters, to the woman harboring faint hope in her sole blood kin.

Leona uttered her second lie to the person she revered most in the world.

"...Yes. The young master... seems to be preparing something."

"I see. Rest well."

"Yes."

After replying and exiting, Leona's chest burned with the realization that something was already irreparably broken.

Clutching the cum-stained blanket, she didn't summon a maid. Instead, she hid in a secluded castle corner, draped Isabella's strongly scented blanket over her head, and masturbated furiously to visions of Isabella's half-nude body and Werner's naked form.

Perhaps from alternating between the two...

Her fantasies twisted in an instant into something a knight—no, any human—must never imagine: utter depravity.

Incest—the union of the territory's most noble and its basest.

"Ohhhhgawd! Ohhhhgawd! Ohhhhggggh! Oooohhhmmph!"

Leona stuffed Isabella's blanket into her mouth to muffle her cries as she plunged fingers into her pussy.

No sexual experience with men, but grueling training had long torn her hymen, so fingers slid in easily—but it wasn't enough.

Far from enough.

Leona craved to bite down on something massive, jaw unhinging.

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The next morning, in the acting lord's office.

Tension crackled thicker than usual in the conference room with its long oval table.

Leona stood rigidly behind Isabella in her silver breastplate, the picture of a knight guarding the territory.

But it was mere facade.

Even with monster hordes nearing the walls in crisis, Leona couldn't focus on the meeting.

For one reason: Werner.

Leona's gaze slid from Lia's trembling shoulders downward, beneath the tablecloth's cunning cover.

Werner's thick, rough hand delved deep into Lia's maid uniform. Expressionless as he heard retainers' reports, his fingers mercilessly ravaged her sopping pussy.

That beastly bastard...!

Leona's face flushed with rage and shock. In this sacred council on territory affairs—right before Lady Isabella—how dare he!

"Ah, nngh... hnghh...!"

Lia finally leaked a stifled moan like a beast in agony. An elderly retainer mid-report faltered; eyes turned to her.

"Lia, are you unwell?"

Werner turned solicitously. Yet beneath the table, his fingers relentlessly churned her depths even as he spoke.

"N-no, young master... hng, just... a bit tired...!"

Lia, brain melting in pleasure, eyes brimming with tears, barely answered. Retainers dismissed it as maidly fatigue and refocused.

But Leona, witnessing all, was different.

Her golden eyes, blazing with fury in the air, clashed with Werner's arrogantly blue ones.

A sneer spread on his lips—pure wastrel, blatant mockery and lewd provocation.

As if peering into her mind: How's that, Vice-Captain? Want my fingers churning you like this?

She burned to leap out and sever the trash's neck—yet her lower belly ignited madly.

Like last night ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠masturbating on Isabella's bed, her nipples stiffened under her breastplate, leather pants growing slick inside.

I don't want those fingers on me! I don't crave surrendering to a wastrel good only for his face!

Overwhelmed by shame, Leona slammed her gaze to the floor.

She clenched her fist beneath her breastplate. Nails dug deep into her palm, drawing blood.

Can't let it slide. He won't stop at Lia—other maids, my friend Mina too. Can't hold back even in council; exposure won't take long. Then Lady Isabella will know, and she'll be deeply wounded...

Leona absolutely could not tolerate seeing her liege hurt, that sad smile on her face.

Then she must throw her body into it—show that wastrel dog what for.

​ ​ ​

Soon as the meeting ended, Leona lost reason and stormed the castle corridors.

Her mind swirled only with Werner's smug smile and Lia's flushed violation.

The silver-armored knightess, rage and heat mingled into white-hot breath, pounded roughly on Werner's door.

Door opens—grab his collar, challenge to duel on the spot.

Werner would refuse, naturally—but Leona didn't care. Claiming insult, force the fight, thrash him. Not kill. Not immediately.

Time to kill the name-tarnishing Kraus blood? When monsters neared the castle, chaos reigning.

Werner, you'll die not as wastrel, but Kraus—bravely battling monsters, fallen hero! Reality be damned; I'll make it so! So my liege suffers no pain!

Of course, she'd pay too. Wastrel or not, noble Kraus blood. Beating him unilaterally as commoner-born vice-captain? Stripped of rank, jailed—

Doesn't matter.

Monsters coming soon. Every fighter precious.

Leona planned to beg Isabella: vanguard her, most dangerous spot.

I can die! If it protects Mina, Lady Isabella, the territory...!

As Leona steeled thus, the door opened.

Werner peeked out, face flushed.

Leona launched her prepared duel challenge.

"Come out, Werner Krau—"

Her resolute voice choked off in her throat.

Beyond the wide-open door, the room's scene lay bare behind him.

"Ah, aaah... u, uheee...!"

On the bed sprawled Lia, his prim personal maid from moments ago.

Stark naked, legs splayed grotesquely, eyes rolled back.

Her flushed pussy and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thighs a mess of Werner's mercilessly dumped sticky semen and her juices.

Mind burned white, drool dribbling, convulsing like a beast.

Thoroughly ravaged by Werner's massive cock, reason shattered—she didn't even register the door opening, seeking only him.

The once-gentle maid fully corrupted, and Werner's sweat-and-night-bloom scent wafting from his body—brave knightess Leona froze on the spot.

Her knightly duel declaration vanished pale; nipples stiffened again under breastplate, lower belly throbbing insanely.

To a weaker man... a trashy wastrel...

The un-knightlike desire to submit and be ravished welled up once more. ***

Ding!

A cheery system chime filled my vision with a translucent window.

A ridiculous quest: beat the knightess whose stats dwarf mine in a duel.

But I was convinced I had ample odds of victory.

No—practically certain I'd already won.