Duel: Overtime (1)

Thud.

The tension drained from me the instant the door shut.

I'd put on a tough front in front of Isabella, but now even standing straight was a stretch. The horrific pain I'd been suppressing crashed over me like a wave.

"Ugh, this is killing me..."

I collapsed onto the bed without even thinking to strip off my training clothes caked in blood and mud. Every breath made my muscles scream.

Leona's slash that had taken down an ogre solo. No matter how much I'd blocked with my sword and rolled on the dirt to dodge, it wasn't something this pathetic body of Werner's could withstand.

Especially the end of the duel—when I'd forcibly used Trampling Footwork to evade, or rather survive, my grotesquely twisted ankle and knee throbbed like the tendons might snap any second.

A white mage could heal me without permanent damage, but the lingering metallic tang of blood and thick grit of dirt on my tongue, plus that crushing sense of helplessness? No cure for that.

...It's fine. This worked out better. Getting thrashed like this let me test this body's combat potential before the war. Stats alone don't tell the full story of my real fighting strength.

"Hoo."

I let out a deep sigh.

Reality, confirmed firsthand with this body, was brutal.

The only reason I wasn't half-dead today was Leona going easy on me. In a real fight, she'd have taken my head clean off.

Leona probably wanted to beat me to death, but she couldn't actually kill off the Kraus heir in front of hundreds of soldiers.

So I'd baited her, shoving my head into lethal trajectories on purpose. Her panic made her pull her wooden sword.

That's how I'd scraped by with dirty tricks.

And the valid hits I'd landed on Leona? Not a single one.

"Why the hell did I possess Werner of all people?"

If I'd been a side character in a support role, even, with the original knowledge I could've made something work.

In the original novel, the protagonist armed with dazzling talents and skills slaughtered monsters to save damsels in distress. But that's protagonist shit. For the original story's breeding uncle, NTR fodder third-rate villain Werner? A lifetime of puking blood from training wouldn't even touch the guy's toes.

So.

Half-assed hero cosplay? Nah. Better lean into the surefire, powerful perks only the breeding uncle gets.

Corruption Training and Mind Reading, plus this monstrous thing between my legs.

That's what I've got to fight with. Hell, it's all I've got.

As those thoughts swirled, exhaustion and pain hit at once, weighing down my eyelids.

I buried my face in the mattress still thick with Lia's scent and passed out.

How much time passed like that?

"Y-Young master! Wake up, young master!"

A frantic hand shook my shoulder, cracking my eyes open.

The room was dim.

Time to head to the warehouse and start Corruption Training on Leona. She's gotta be waiting to get fucked by me...

But my body wouldn't budge...

"Your bones aren't broken, right? Y-You've lost so much blood... Ah! Right, young master! This first!"

Lia pulled a glowing red glass vial from her bosom with trembling hands.

"Lady Isabella said to give you this. It's the highest-grade recovery potion brewed by the Kraus-exclusive white mage..."

Isabella? Virgins are the best!

With Lia's help, I propped up my upper body and tilted the vial she held, letting the potion trickle carefully into my mouth.

Hot warmth slid down my throat into my gut, then a sharp tingle raced through my veins across my body. Throbbing joints and torn muscles knit back at unnatural speed. This dark fantasy world hit home again.

As the pain faded, my brain finally kicked in.

"Hand over the letter I asked for."

"Ah...! Y-Yes! Here, young master!"

Lia fished it from her inner pocket.

I eyed her face, suspicious she might sneak it to Eric behind my back.

But surprisingly, her expression brimmed with genuine pity and worry for my bloodied state.

Mind Reading confirmed it—no facade.

Worlds apart from a few days ago, when she'd tricked me and tried forcing an aphrodisiac down my throat. Who knew incrementally grinding up favorability with every pussy-pounding thrust would hit this hard?

Riiip!

I tore the letter in half without hesitation.

"Y-Young master? Wh-What...!"

Ignoring Lia's wide-eyed shock, I shredded the rest into bits and tossed them into the fireplace.

Crackle, crackle.

The pieces vanished into red flames as ash.

"Don't need it anymore. Anyway,"

I turned from the fire to look down at Lia.

"You brought the stuff I ordered, right?"

Her pale, worried cheeks flushed crimson down to her neck the second I spoke.

"Th-That... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yes. As you commanded... All kinds, as ordered."

Blushing furiously, Lia lifted the basket from under the bed. She pulled off the black leather cover, revealing the contents.

All vulgar, lewd toys.

"Good. Dump 'em all on the bed at once."

I ordered her not to pick through them one by one.

Lia flipped the basket as told.

Thud, plop.

They spilled heavily onto the bed.

Smoothly carved thick wooden dildos, beaded orbs embedded with mana stones for faint vibrations, silver nipple clamps with tiny bells, sticky sweet-scented aphrodisiac gel, a premium silk blindfold to block sight and heighten pleasure. And more.

Top-shelf adult toys smuggled through back alleys for nobles' filthy tastes.

I grabbed one—a dildo I'd use on Leona soon. Felt better in hand than a sword hilt. What, Werner, you telling me to ditch swords for dildos?

"H-Hngh."

Glancing at the alert then Lia, she clutched her flushed cheeks, staring at me with an obvious look of anticipation.

Sorry, Lia—no, not sorry, you're no virgin—but tonight's trainee isn't you.

"Good work, Lia. I'll head to the bath and step out, so prep fresh clothes."

I ordered her, stripped off my blood-and-dirt training gear, and entered the bathroom. Realizing I was late for my appointment, I rushed at first—then slowed down. Why rush for some non-virgin?

Then the door creaked open. Lia slipped in cautiously.

Naked except underwear, she spoke in a quivering voice.

"Let me... wash your back, young master..."

I was about to tell her to scram—tonight wasn't for her—but the sticky fluids dripping between her thighs changed my mind.

Fine. Make Leona wait. Test these toys on Lia first, see how they hold up before Leona.

I bent Lia over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the bathroom floor, slathered aphrodisiac gel on a wooden dildo from the bag, and shoved it mercilessly between her legs.

"Haaang! Y-Young maasteeer... Hnng!"

The scraping grind of the dildo's ridges inside her pussy echoed loud. Lia's ten fingers clawed the wet floor.

This wasn't sexual excitement on my end—it was cold technician mode, pondering how to finish her quickest. I snapped my wrist, working the dildo efficiently.

Staring down impassively at her tear-streaked, gasping ecstasy—

What the... Dildo Swordsmanship? Fuck, I rolled like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hell in the training yard and didn't get a single sword skill!

Ridiculous, but a new skill's a win. And enough playing with Lia.

I bound her crawling hands and feet with leather restraints, gagged her mouth. Left the dildo buried in her pussy, of course.

"Stay like that till I return. Penalty for sneaking into my bathroom without permission."

"Mmmph! Mmmmmmph... Hn."

She seemed to love her "punishment," but whatever.

I toweled off roughly, changed into the fresh clothes Lia prepped, swept the toys back into the basket, and left the room.

The castle was shrouded in deep night, but training knights still drilled near the yard.

I slipped toward the warehouse unseen, admiring their diligence.

Thanks to you guys, this territory's held so far. I'll honor your knightly spirit by diligently Corruption Training your vice-captain.

With that, I opened the training warehouse door and stepped in.

"You're late."

Leona's voice, thick with killing intent, cut from the darkness.

Her ogre-slaying knightly aura poured over me, but I smirked leisurely.

I shut the door, dropped the basket with a thud, and spoke arrogantly into the shadows.

"Late, huh? Nah. What if I am? You're the one who has to wait anyway. Still don't get it, Leona?"

"...Hng."

"Good. Now say it right."

"You're... late..."

"Wrong, you dumb bitch. Try again."

"...What am I supposed to say..."

"Idiot. Fine, I'll tell you. Say: Ahem... I've been waiting, Lord Werner. While waiting, I warmed my pussy nice and hot for you to use right away. My sloppy wet cunt's already drooling—skip the foreplay and shove your cock in... Not doing it?"

"...Just rape me and kill me."

The warehouse reeked of sweat and dust.

My eyes adjusted to the dark, spotting Leona in the corner, head bowed.

Fists clenched that could kill me in one punch. Face down. Tears of extreme shame and impotent rage dripping to the floor.

"Rape me and kill me already! That's your goal anyway!"

Leona screamed, ripping off her clothes with terrifying grip strength.

I felt fear at her power—and pity that such a strong pussy was weakening like this.

Snap out of it. Why hesitate for a non-virgin? And sympathy? For a non-virgin?!

If I can't extract real combat skills from her properly, she'll kill me—or the territory falls. No stopping now. To save everyone, I have to fuck Leona. So with base Werner scum's face, I approached and pressed her lips with my finger.

"Shh. Quiet. Want your subordinates to hear? Just say it."

"...Nngh... F-Fine..."

Leona peeled her bitten, bloodied lower lip. The vice-captain's proud fists that felled ogres trembled with humiliation.

Avoiding my eyes, staring at the floor like a broken machine, she spoke in stiff, halting tones.

"I... was waiting... L-Lord W-Werner."

Thick tears rolled from her squeezed-shut eyes with each word, soaking the worn floor.

"Wh-While waiting... I w-warmed my p-pussy... n-nice and hot... f-for you to use right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠away..."

Her shoulders jerked at each vulgar word. Chest heaving for air, she squeezed out the last line in utter collapse.

"My... sloppy, w-wet... c-cunt... skip the foreplay... and sh-shove your c-cock... hic, hnng, in me..."

Inside, I thought this is a bit much... But outwardly, I smirked vilely, savoring the haughty knight recite filthy lines in her quaking voice.

Worth it.

Perfect. Now I get how to use this power.

I had zero plans to just rape Leona. If that was it, no need for Lia to fetch these toys.

Corruption Training on Lia taught me: plain fucking, plain sex—it's not enough for submission.

Rises a bit at first. But repeats dull emotions; eventually it plateaus or drops.

Lia proved it—despite regular poundings, quest-clear gains were halved, halved again.

At best, sex skills leveled. Harsher play might work, but even I, hating non-virgins, drew the line at outright beating or sadism. That'd make me trash, not a unicorn.

And retaliation risk skyrockets.

Original Werner pissed off women till Lucian purged him.

Even without Lucian, his future was dim—dozen+ yanderes itching to gut him.

Minus favorability? Threats fail. Just breed revenge suicide bombers.

My method: Lock arousal at 100%, train. Favorability holds.

Plus, target their hidden kinks via depravity for max efficiency—submission and favor skyrocket fastest.

Luckily, someone demoed complex training: original Werner.

Scum, sure—but peerless Corruption Training genius.

So I'll manage.

I recalled Leona's daytime beating—Kraus bloodline, yet her swordplay baffled me.

But...

Break you, copy your sword skills, and it'll change. Spread 'em for the territory, Leona.