Subduing Leona: The Duel's Climax
"Haa… haa…."
My breath rasped up to the back of my throat, every joint in my body screaming in agony. No one in that training yard—those idiot soldiers—had a clue why I was rolling around in the dirt like this. The only thing swirling in my head was that garbage NTR drift plot from the original novel, the one that shat all over any sense of logic.
The bad ending that kicked off the moment that bastard Lucian betrayed humanity and dragged monsters straight to the Academy.
The ladies of the Academy I held dear…
Captured by muscle-bound orcs, taking their stinking cocks until their brains turned to mush. Or trapped alive inside tentacle monsters, turned into endless breeding pits for spawning beasts. Or noble-blooded beauties sold as sex slaves to goblins—the lowliest of monsters—for the price of a single potato. Revolting endings like that.
'Kraaak! Kraaaak!'
To dodge that horrific future, this pain and the humiliation of tumbling in the dust meant nothing.
Compared to Lucian wrapped in his bullshit growth cheats, I had to seize the leash of this non-virgin knight and turn her into something like Lia—one that handed over skills and stats to me.
"It's over now, Werner!"
Leona bellowed like she was done holding back, gripping her sword hilt tight.
The only reason I'd lasted this long was one thing: she'd been adjusting her strength so she wouldn't actually kill me.
But now? Even to my untrained eyes, a terrifying aura was rising from her. Her unbound right arm's muscles swelled like they might burst. And then—
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Whoosh—!
It was a wooden sword, but the blow carried enough force to shatter my collarbone in one hit. I didn't dodge. No, I'd been waiting for this exact moment.
My pathetic mana stat meant I could only use the skill once. Now it unleashed. My legs bent with unnatural flexibility under its power. A grinding crunch echoed from my ankles. They'd ache like hell tomorrow, but right now, evading that strike came first.
"What…?"
Leona hadn't doubted for a second her blow would land. I deflected her heavy swing by a paper-thin margin, then plunged deep into her suddenly open guard. My arms roughly snagged her waist and yanked her into an embrace.
The sweat rising from the vice-captain's body—especially her armpits—as she swung her wooden sword with her arms bound. Some erotic novel correction at work? It smelled not like musk, but lilies.
My hands slid stickily, blatantly over Leona's thighs and arms, this non-virgin body giving off a fragrant scent. It wasn't on purpose. I didn't even want to touch a non-virgin's flesh… well, knight-like firm and springy, it actually felt pretty good to grope, but now wasn't the time. This body of muscle and meat blended just right—I'd be touching way more of it soon enough.
"Hng, eek…!"
The sudden evasion and lewd touch. A flash of pleasure and shock stiffened Leona's body. The tiniest opening appeared.
I didn't miss it. Before she could shove me off and hurl me back to the dirt, I brought my lips right to her ear and whispered.
"Remember this, Vice-Captain. If this duel drags on…"
I panted, but enunciated each word like an announcer, starting my threat.
"That letter I gave Lia earlier? It'll go straight to Lady Isabella."
"You bastard, what nonsense in the middle of a duel!"
"Nonsense? It's all about how you, in my sister's lord's chamber, sniffed her scent while rubbing your pussy and secretly masturbating."
Leona's eyes widened like they might tear.
"You, you demon spawn…!"
"Surrender, Leona. Declare you've lost."
I narrowed my eyes, staring at her face.
Utter rage. Humiliation. Fear of Isabella finding out.
…And that twisted pleasure of depravity surging uncontrollably, like the pervert masochist who craved submission.
All of it flashed across Leona's expression before she went blank. Biting her trembling lip bloody, amid hundreds of watching soldiers, she squeezed out the humiliating words.
"I… I, have lost…."
"No. I've lost."
I cut off her surrender, dropping my wooden sword to the ground with a clack.
'Gotta save face for the vice-captain in front of the troops. She's demon fodder soon anyway.'
The moment Leona looked up at me in stunned daze—
"That's enough."
From atop the training yard, Isabella's cool voice—amplified by mana—boomed across the entire field from the lord's chamber window, where she'd watched the duel.
"Both sides have reached their limits. As the family head's proxy, I declare this duel a draw."
The sudden intervention and declaration from the proxy set the hundreds in the yard buzzing.
"A, a draw?"
"No, didn't the vice-captain just say she lost first…?"
"Why would she admit defeat? She was totally dominating!"
As the confused murmurs grew, someone in the crowd shouted in感動.
"Knightly honor…!"
"Yeah, the vice-captain was moved by Young Master's desperate fight and chivalrous spirit!"
"Even if his skills fall short, she acknowledged his unyielding pride, bloodied to the end!"
What the hell? Are they all brain-dead?
Still, these idiot meat shields spinning a noble narrative of chivalry out of this mess wasn't bad.
I couldn't live as the utter failure Werner forever.
Watching the absurd turn of events, I drove the final nail into Leona's ear—she was still dazed in my arms.
"Tonight's training time. Come alone to the rundown shed in the corner of the yard, where we stuff the training tools."
"W-Why would I…?!"
"This isn't a suggestion, you dumb bitch."
"…."
"I'll pay you back for beating me senseless."
Not literally, of course. I wasn't a sadist like Lucian.
I just wanted to borrow her pussy a bit to upgrade my skills and stats some more.
"Got it? If you're even a second late, I'll head straight to my sister's room. And then—"
"Got it… …got it."
"Got it? What kind of tone is that from a commoner to a noble?"
"Y-Yes… sir."
"Properly. Again."
Finally, Leona peeled her bloody lower lip free.
The knight idolized by hundreds bowed her head deep in the arms of the failure she'd once scorned like a bug.
"…Understood, Young Master. I shall… obey your command."
Like a sex-slave bitch submitting to her master's lash.
Leona's Submission greatly increases!
I leisurely savored her nape and earlobes flushing crimson with shame as she buried her head in my chest, then slowly pushed her away.
"Good. Remember it. See you tonight. Get that pussy nice and wet. I'm fucking you right away."
I grinned and turned. The clueless soldiers erupted in cheers again.
"Woooah! What a match!"
"Young Master! Vice-Captain! You were both amazing!"
Amid the thunderous applause and admiring gazes from hundreds in the training yard's center.
But Leona, at its heart, was pale as death.
The blind adulation toward her must have felt like the cruelest mockery right now.
Thinking of bending that arrogant knight bitch over the dusty shed floor tonight and shoving my cock in already had my dick rock-hard.
I swallowed a vile smirk, dragging my bloodied body casually from the yard.
The soldiers and retainers who'd eyed me like trash moments ago now looked different.
Most still brimmed with suspicion and resentment—"What scheme's that wastrel bastard up to now?"—the failure rep built over decades wouldn't vanish in one duel.
But a tenth or so snuck sympathetic glances at my battered form.
I scanned their minds with Mind Reading.
'Thought he was just a greenhouse flower… but he's got some grit.'
'Kraus blood after all. Guess he had some pride left.'
Maybe my old image was too toxic.
Even my petty dirt-throwing got reframed as survival instinct and chivalry against an overwhelming foe. With the monster war looming, they just wanted to believe in House Kraus.
"That was impressive, Young Master…!"
"Are you alright?"
A few soldiers even blocked my path awkwardly, averting eyes as they stepped aside.
I scoffed at their pitying goodwill. The respect of these idiot meat shields meant jack shit to me. What I truly aimed for was that cool gaze from the lord's chamber window overlooking the yard.
Before exiting, I glanced up.
For a split second, my eyes met Isabella's at the window.
Whatever her true thoughts, in those eyes that always ignored me floated the faintest smile—first time ever.
Visions of viciously corrupting the non-virgin bitch who'd beaten me in that dusty shed—what positions, how cruelly—vanished clean away.
Isabella. My sister. House Kraus's true treasure, a flawless virgin untouched by any male.
To me, you were worth more than this whole territory.
I smiled back brightly. Pure and innocent, unlike the breeding beast Werner.
Sister startled at my sudden smile, face stiffening as she drew the curtains—but it didn't matter.
'Wait for me, Sister. This worthless brother will stake his life to protect your purity.'