Duel, Overtime (2)
The dilapidated training warehouse reeked of mold and stale dust. From not too far off, the sounds of subordinate knights diligently training echoed in.
'And yet here I am... I, who swore to Lady Isabella that I would protect the territory... why am I in a place like this...'
In the darkness, Leona's eyes shook violently.
By now, night had fallen so deeply that torches were needed to light the surroundings, and the chill air prickled her skin. Yet hot sweat poured ceaselessly down her nape and along her spine.
Werner sat cross-legged atop a dusty wooden crate. Leona, meanwhile, stood beside him with her head bowed. Their positions were completely reversed from the daytime sparring grounds.
"The daytime duel ended in a draw by my sister's declaration."
Leona's shoulders stiffened at Werner's casual remark.
"So our duel isn't over yet, Vice Captain. We need an overtime round to decide the winner."
"Overtime...?"
"If you win, I'll cover up your crimes. I won't report you to my sister."
A lifeline tossed to Leona, who was already plunged into the deepest hell of guilt. And so, she had no choice but to grasp it—even if it meant hanging her own neck from it.
Leona hung her neck on the rope Werner had thrown her. Naturally, her head drooped low.
"R-Really?"
"Reeeally?"
"Ah, I mean, really?"
"You don't believe me?"
Leona hesitated for a moment but nodded.
Werner, looking nothing like a scumbag blackmailing a woman, smiled aristocratically before declaring confidently to her.
"If you can't believe it that much, I can swear on whatever god you believe in... No, I can even put it in a mana-etched document. If I lose after the duel, I'll call a mage to draw it up. How's that? If I say this much, you'll believe me, right?"
Leona recalled his appearance from earlier that day. She'd thought him nothing but a wastrel, yet he'd charged at her desperately. It had even thrown off her swordsmanship in surprise. And besides, he held the hilt of the sword now—there was no reason to refuse this offer.
Leona, hesitating, addressed him.
"C-Kraus..."
"Kraus?"
"Swear on the honor of the Kraus family. Then I'll comply."
"Fine. So be it. I swear. I can even swear on my sister Isabella's name. If I lose the duel, I'll forget your crimes entirely. And I'll never approach you again."
"...Understood. I accept... Young Master."
"Good. Then let's begin. We need a suitable spot..."
Werner hopped down from the crate and began wandering the warehouse, scanning for something.
Leona watched him silently, assuming her stance.
'Overtime duel? ...I didn't bring my sword, so it won't be swordplay. Fistfight, probably. What an idiot. Does he think he can beat me barehanded? He must be underestimating me because I'm a woman. The wastrel who doesn't even train properly.'
"Hm. Perfect. This'll do. Let's do it here."
Werner had stopped on a mattress. It was clean from laundering, but being in the warehouse, some dust had inevitably accumulated.
Without any aristocratic hesitation, he plopped down on it and beckoned Leona over.
Leona approached hesitantly.
'Should I rush in, knock him out, and snatch the letter? If he weren't Lady Isabella's brother, I'd have slit his throat in one stroke...!'
"What are you doing? Hurry up. You're not thinking of killing me in your head, are you?"
Leona flinched in shock.
'H-How did he know my thoughts?'
"I don't need to read your mind to see it all over your face, Vice Captain. Shameless. I've offered to nobly cover your crimes through a duel, but you've been jerking off in my sister's bed,"
"Uwaaaah! Uwaaaah!"
"jerking off and squirting your pussy juices all over,"
"Uwaaaah! Uwaaaaah!"
"her sheets."
"Hic."
"Done screaming? Then let's start."
With that, Werner abruptly stripped off his pants without hesitation.
Leona, who had taken the exact same stance she'd used countless times in orphanage brawls—especially against the frequent opponent Mina—froze in bewilderment.
"Wh-What are you doing... Young Master? Why strip your pants all of a sudden?"
"Why? Then why are you clenching your fists? Did you think I'd fistfight you? You solo-killed an ogre, and now you're playing innocent? You'd win obviously that way. Our overtime duel event is a sex pussy-cock duel. Shortened to SexPussyCock Duel. It's all the rage in the imperial capital right now."
Words mocking any notion of honorable dueling. So vulgar it drew a scoff just hearing the name—Leona's mind blanked the instant she did. Her brain refused to process the word she'd just heard.
"That... is what I think it is, right?"
"Exactly what you're thinking."
"...Th-There's no way I could do something like that! Just assault me instead! That's why you called me here, right? You just want to do to me what you did to Lia, so why lie with this nonsense?"
"Tsk, talking back again?"
Werner's aristocratic tone crushed Leona's ingrained obedience as a knight sworn to the Kraus family.
Her long habit as Vice Captain kicked in, and she shut her mouth. Thinking of the weakness he held, she couldn't even raise her voice anymore.
"You seem ignorant, so let me educate you. As a commoner, you must not know the capital's refined culture, but this is a legitimate, sacred dueling method trending among the high nobility."
An obvious blatant lie. But Werner's shameless, confident tone momentarily made Leona doubt if she, as a commoner, truly didn't know the nobles' bizarre customs.
"Lies! Stop lying! Quit the bullshit and just take me, my body... That's your goal anyway. You're Werner the wastrel playboy."
"No, that's not it. Maybe in the past, but not now."
"..."
"The rules are simple. The one who cums first—who reaches climax, shoots their load or squirts their pussy juices and submits—loses."
"Shut up. Stop the crap and rape me. That's what you really want!"
"You clearly don't understand. Do you know why this dueling style was born?"
"...How would I? No, there's no way such a duel exists."
"I'll explain. Imagine a man and woman dueling to the death with swords and magic. The gap in innate strength or combat power is huge, isn't it? The weak get crushed unilaterally, the strong become dishonorable murderers. It's neither ethical nor chivalrous—completely unfair. Yet the world praises it as an honorable duel. To us high nobles, it just looks vulgar. Our daytime duel was the same. Even with your left arm bound, the skill gap was clear."
Leona, who had only been angry at his absurd tone, suddenly flinched.
She'd always thought duels were simply honorable, never considering such issues.
And that Werner, usually a wastrel, was frankly admitting her superior skill shook her even more.
"Th-That..."
"But this duel is different. Muscle power, mana, status? Meaningless before pleasure. It's the world's most equal and humane arena, testing only physical sensation and endurance between man and woman. No blood shed, and by the end, you're sweating together and naturally reconciling. This is the noble culture of the peace-loving capital high nobility."
Absurd, brazen sophistry.
Leona was speechless. She knew she should refute it, but her mind went blank white.
Chivalry? Ethics? Equality?
The words packaging that vulgar act were so confident and subtly logical that she, whose knowledge came solely from swinging a sword on the battlefield, couldn't find a single gap to counter.
'Is it really... a custom among the capital's high nobles?'
As a commoner knight, Leona had only superficially learned noble culture. She began to think perhaps her ignorance blinded her to this refined—and bizarre—noble world.
As she floundered in confusion, eyes trembling finely—
"Alright, explanation over. Time for the real thing."
Slipping off his underwear after his pants.
"H-Huh...!"
Leona's golden eyes widened to the tearing point.
A vicious cock standing rigidly at attention. Its tip glistened thickly with clear precum.
A dense, violent male musk assaulted her nose, choking her.
It wasn't the unpleasant sweat she always smelled from subordinate knights during training.
'C-Crazy. Why is my body heating up from that filthy smell? My lower belly's tingling...'
Leona bit her lip white with shame, trying to tear her gaze to the floor.
But her legs rooted to the ground, and the muscles inside her clenched thighs began twitching uncontrollably.
'Right... this isn't one-sided violation. It's a proper duel.'
Leona gritted her trembling teeth, desperately clinging to her fraying reason.
Not being unilaterally ravaged by this wastrel, but a contest of bodies and endurance. Then she wasn't a pitiful victim, but a proud challenger who could claim victory honorably.
With desperate rationalization, the blank fury and disgust in her head subsided slightly, and her knightly tenacity—usually only on the battlefield—began to rise.
'Just win. No way my body heats up to that trash's filthy dick. Endure the brief humiliation, win, and shut his mouth forever.'
But gnawing anguish twisted her guts.
Noble culture or not, did she really have to play along with this beastly act?
A corner of her mind still surged with cold murderous intent. Better to snap this arrogant wastrel's neck now, knock him out, snatch the letter, and burn it?
Her firm thigh muscles tensed subtly, gauging the moment to close the distance and subdue him—
"Don't even think about it."
Werner caught her minute eye flicker with demonic precision, sneering slyly.
"If you're thinking of knocking me out or bullying the letter away, abandon it. If even a scratch mars my body, or I don't walk out of this warehouse unscathed in exactly two hours..."
Snap.
Werner flicked his fingers lightly to demand her focus.
Leona, poised to strike at the slightest opening, startled and froze.
"Lia waiting outside the gates, and the mercenary I secretly hired, will immediately deliver your filthy deeds' letter to Sister Isabella."
"You... you demon worse than a demon...!"
All escape routes sealed. No force, no flight. Leona bit her lower lip until blood welled.
Metallic tang flooded her mouth, but she could do nothing by force now.
'No. There is one way. Win this insane duel he proposed, no matter what. If I win and he weasels out with lies... then I won't hold back. Even if it means Lady Isabella abandons me, I'll kill you with my sword. I could do it right now.'
No exit? Then crash head-on and conquer. From the swamp of despair and shame, she barely lifted her head, steeling her knightly resolve and fighting spirit.
"Good. Now you finally look ready for a real duel with me."
Werner gazed up leisurely from the mattress, exuding cocky confidence as if daring her to come at him.
"Anyway... that's your goal... why go through all this hassle? Spouting obvious lies."
"How many times must I say it's a real duel! Who'd want your body! A woman with muscles like that? I'd rather starve! Don't act high and mighty! Look at my face and body. How sculpted they are. Hilarious, really. What pretty body you got? Ha!"
Werner's blatant taunt perfectly ignited Leona's competitive fire.
Grind.
Leona glared at him, teeth clenched to the breaking point. As a knight, she'd never shown it to others, but her unfeminine muscular build was her complex.
"Good, looks like you're finally up for it. Then, Vice Captain. Observe dueling etiquette. Drop your pants and spread your legs before me to bare your pussy."
He wagged his vicious, slick cock, adding with an arrogant smile.
"I'll honorably yield first strike."
For a fleeting moment, Leona felt her competitive drive overwhelm rage and shame. And it... didn't feel bad. Far better than waiting helplessly to be raped by Werner.
Leona steeled herself and dropped her pants and underwear before him.
Not shamed by baring herself to the wastrel—this was just a duel—she rationalized to herself and declared.
"Fine, come at me, Werner! Worse than what I did to you this afternoon—I'll smash... your cock to pieces!"
. . . .
So much time had passed that moonlight crept through the warehouse bars, illuminating the center of the floor.
"Wh-Why, why won't it go down! Why's it still rock-hard like this?!"
In the darkness mingled with moonlight and sweat.
Leona's irritated scream—now wholly consumed by competitive zeal over shame or anger—echoed through the warehouse.