Duel Overtime (3): Leona's Desperate Handjob

Leona knelt on the mattress facing me, shaking my dick furiously with both hands.

But she kept turning her head away in embarrassment from my rock-hard cock throbbing right toward her face, so her handjob was just rough and aggressive.

Like she was practicing sword drills, gripping my dick like a sword hilt with stiff, rigid strokes—boring up-and-down motions repeated mechanically.

A straightforward handjob, as if any guy would just cum from that alone.

Leona's grip on a sword was fluid and sharp, but as a female handling my cock, it was just stubborn brute force, grinding away stiffly.

Her earnest but clumsy handjob wasn't even turning me on as much as the sight of her face, flushed with shame, anger, and competitive lust creeping in.

"Haa, haa...! I'm, I'm stroking it so hard—! ...Ngh, ngh! Why won't you cum! Cum already!"

While fumbling through her pathetic handjob, Leona got pissed at herself and started slapping my glans—which showed no sign of shooting cum outside her hole, just twitching toward her.

Slap!

But my dick, smacked aside by her hand, snapped right back to glare at her face.

It was a cheeky move from a non-virgin slut, but amusingly, that slap was the best sensation she'd given me so far, so I let it slide.

"Yawn."

I yawned exaggeratedly for Leona to see. Her eyes snapped wide, glaring at me in irritation. But even in her rage, she had no intention of attacking me like before. She was filled only with the drive to figure out how to stroke my cock better, to make me cum.

Breeding Uncle was right. Women... no, bitches all have different traits and personalities, so you have to approach each one differently...

Back when I was a powerless reader hearing NTR Breeding Uncle Werner spout that line, I'd raged at this guy blackmailing and training women while dropping wisdom like proverbs—but now, I needed to heed original Werner's words.

"What're you thinking about? Focus on me!"

Leona yelled like she was jealous of my wandering thoughts.

"Dare to tell me to focus? For a bitch on the verge of defeat, you've got a mouth on you. What needs focusing is your shitty hand technique. Talking back like some lowly commoner."

"...Forgot we're in a duel? You and I are equals right now."

"Oh? Equals? Confident, huh, Leona. For someone so sure, your handjob isn't—"

"Sh-Shut up and get ready to cum already!"

Equals, my ass, you idiot. The moment you agreed to this sex duel, your defeat was sealed.

I yawned again. Despite her dire situation, my casual attitude pissed her off, and Leona shouted before shaking my cock even harder and faster than before.

Pat-pat-pat! Pat-pat-pat! Pat-pat-pat!

"Ngh, that hurts. Go easier—"

"Shut up! Cum, cum, cum, CUM! Cum already!"

Her handjob skill was utterly pathetic, but her diligent effort was cute and arousing enough that I leaked a bit of precum.

Not because I couldn't hold it, but because her violent shaking hurt my dick, so I added some lube.

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

The sound turned even lewder as my precum flowed between her fingers.

The handjob smoothed out, and the pain faded.

Leona finally noticed the change and paused. Unlike her confident self on the training grounds, she asked me hesitantly, seeking confirmation from her duel opponent.

"...Wh-What? Did I... Did I win?"

"Nope, idiot. Smell it."

At my words, Leona unconsciously sniffed her precum-smeared hand, then realized what she'd done and blushed, glaring at me.

Her scarred face and body somehow made the expression adorable, and I burst out laughing.

"It's precum, not cum, dummy."

"...What's the difference? You came, so I win, right?"

I shook my head and thrust my still-hard cock forward, poking at her face.

"Tch. Felt like nothing. Shake it all night, see if I cum. And why's a woman's hand so rough? All calluses, no softness... Time to switch. You planning to keep jerking forever? Till dawn? You that desperate to touch my cock all night, Vice-Captain Leona? Huh?"

I teased Leona while activating my new skill to attack her. But I didn't even need it. Her arousal was already near fever time from jerking me off, and turns out Leona this knight bitch reacts big to even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tiny teases—fun to mock.

"Sh-Shut up! You're the one not focusing on the duel, just flapping your mouth, that's why it ain't over."

Really pissed, Leona whipped her head to glare at me, desperately avoiding my gaze roaming her body like I was licking it.

Her flushed face now burned more with stubborn competitive fire than shame or anger at me.

The synergy of alternating Sweet Whisper and Sadistic Taunt to shake her reason, plus the advanced Male Pheromone skill soaking her pussy during Lia's training.

Or rather, Leona had perfectly rationalized this humiliating act as an "honorable duel."

"No excuses, Leona. I gave you plenty of chances, but you couldn't make me cum once because your hands aren't womanly enough. Great with swords, shit with cocks."

I kept needling her womanly insecurities while flexing my dick free from her grip.

I stood up from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the mattress. My cock naturally pulled away over her head.

"...No! My turn's not over! Just a bit more squeezing and—!"

Tap.

I lightly but firmly slapped away her wrist, clenched so tight veins bulged on my cock.

"Cowardly, Vice-Captain."

"Ngh...!"

"Honorable knight, yet breaking the duel rules we agreed on? Your shitty handjob gave my cock zero pleasure. I even told you to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠use your mouth instead."

"Wh-Why would I suck your filthy dick with my—!"

"Loser's excuses are annoying. Admit your turn's over fair and square and prepare to defend—that's the knightly attitude you preach."

At "honor" and "knight" from my mouth, Leona's shoulders stiffened.

As she fumbled for a retort, lips paling...

Thud!

I shoved her rigid shoulders, toppling her onto the old mattress. Without giving her time to thrash, I spread her taut thighs wide apart.

"Ah, ack...! Wait, what're you doing?!"

Leona was in a humiliating pose, pussy fully exposed before my face. She reached down to push my face away, but I'd already seen it all—pointless.

I leisurely admired Leona's pussy, different charms from Lia's.

Unlike her scarred, lean, muscular body without an ounce of fat, her pussy mound was plump—excessively so compared to her frame—and flawlessly smooth, baby-fresh skin.

The kind you wanna suck. Mmm, mouth watering already.

"D-Don't stare at mine like that!"

"Yeah, your pussy's perfectly visible to me."

"That's not what I— you crazy worthless bastard!"

Leona yelled, but after inhaling Male Pheromone straight from my cock during her handjob, her pussy was already drenched.

I buried my face in that sloppy slit without hesitation and activated my leveled-up skill from training Lia.

The moment the skills activated, my unusually high Stamina stat among my shitty ones surged to my tongue tip. My tongue moved with impossible flexibility and speed for a human.

"Hic, ngh...! N-No, ah! ...Aaaah—!"

I deeply inhaled the arrogant bitch's estrus pussy scent as she denied it, pressing my lips to her tight slit.

Smoooch—! Slurrrrp—!

The crude slurping of the young master revered by the territory sucking the knight's pussy echoed loudly in the training warehouse beside the grounds, where some knights still trained.

"Hyaaah?! Y-You... what the hell are you doing?!"

My tongue plunged into her pussy lips left and right. Leona twisted in humiliated panic, but her legs, pinned by my hands, couldn't escape. Her thrashing only wrapped her stiff clit tighter around my tongue.

Strength gap overwhelming, I preempted her pushes by thrusting my tongue deep, neutralizing her resistance.

"N-No! Dirty, it's dirty... Hng, ah, aaaah!"

I greedily lapped her gushing juices like fine wine. Soon, Cunt Suck melted her outer lips soft and chewy, revealing the lewd red inner flesh.

I flattened my tongue, licking from her hole bottom to clit in one long stroke, then nipped her swollen bean between teeth, rolling it sticky.

"Ah, ahh, hnnng...! T-Tongue, hic, ah, aaaah!"

Leona clawed the mattress sheet, writhing, forgetting resistance—helplessly accepting the pleasure I gave.

This bitch... her reactions are fucking delicious.

Lia moaned and clung too, but she'd shake her hips proactively.

She wouldn't lose her mind from just a little pussy sucking.

This strict knight who demands endurance from subordinates apparently had zero in her pussy.

Anyway, great reactions make it fun to eat.

I poured full Stamina into enhancing Cunt Suck, then devoured her pussy with even lewder, slyer tonguework. My tongue churned inside, my saliva and her juices mixing in sticky squelches filling the quiet midnight warehouse.

"...Ngh! ...Ngh♥" Her pussy soon puckered regretfully whenever my tongue pulled away.

Rubbing her clit and plump lips together, pussy juice gushed like a burst faucet.

The breeding youth honed to drive women mad crumbled the knight's pride.

"Good, cum. You fat-sensitive plump pussy, squirt your juices cumming."

I spat vulgar lines to grate her pride, tapping her lower belly with my hand blade.

"Come on, don't hold back—squirt loud. Show the duel loser's climax juices."

"Ngh, mmph...! Mmmmnng—!"

Leona bit her lips bloody, neck arched, desperately holding orgasm.

No, no...! Hold it. If I scream cumming here, I lose! Just to that worthless young master's tongue? No way. Can't admit it. Bite tongue and endure. I'm a knight. Honorable duel. Oooh, oooooh! 1 second, just 1 more second... Ahh, no, brain melting...! Oooongh, pussy, pussy, if you lick like thaaat. Oooooooooh♥♥♥♥

I sneered at Leona's inner thoughts. Probably how she felt beating me on the grounds.

Overwhelming skill gap. Foe fights desperately, but futile against the chasm.

Tongue getting sore. Time to force this shitty bitch knight's pussy to cum. Don't wanna hear her whine she didn't lose—make her admit it with a real one.

"Good, now for real—cum like a slut, Leona."

"...Huh? Then what was that?"

"Just playing till now."

I resumed Cunt Suck dead serious.

Soon—

As it leveled, Leona's pussy visibly twitched.

Her inner thighs relaxed, uncontrollable pussy juice flooding my mouth.

Then more windows—

I spread her thighs wider, locking firm, and shoved my tongue to the hilt into the now-softer, soaked slit.

"Hnnnngh—! Hnnnngulp!"

Leona desperately muffled her moans.

So lewd.

Then, men's voices drifted through the warehouse window cracks.

Leona's subordinates, training late on the grounds, chatting during break.

"Saw Vice-Captain Leona's swordplay today? Young master charged, but she parried one-handed without flinching."

"Of course."

"Can't understand colleagues denying her for being commoner-born woman. Strongest in territory, right? Isabella's aside as obvious top. So respectable. Saved my ass three times."

"Twice for me. But... honestly, I respect young master more now. Dunno why the duel, but thought he'd run—didn't expect that desperate fight. Good Isabella called draw midway."

"Yeah, yeah."

Short praise for her from loyal subordinates.

Hearing it, Leona froze.

I pried her rigid thighs harder, lifting my juice-slick lips in a feral grin.

"Hear that, Vice-Captain? Your faithful men praising you from afar."

"Hic...! Ngh, mmph!"

"Hey, Vice-Captain. Out there they're revering you, but here the great one's getting her pussy eaten by the worthless young master, squirting juices."

"Mmmmnngh!"

"Kill me if I say more?"

"I-I didn't say that!"

"Know. Your face shows your thoughts."

Subordinates' praise ringing while naked, pussy devoured by her most despised man. The adulterous crisis shattered her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reason.

Pale-faced, Leona clamped hands over mouth lest bitchy moans leak out.

But mental pressure backfired—her pussy clenched my tongue vise-like, spewing thicker, slicker juices.

No, no...! If they hear, hic, knights hear my voice...! Aaah, stop Werner...! Poking pussy like that, sounds leaking...! My knight honor...! Ahh, don't care, don't caaaare! Pussy meeeelting♥♥♥♥

I snickered inwardly at her desperate thoughts.

Outside, noble praise for the vice-captain (half laced with crushes) continued, while I hid in the dark warehouse devouring her basest part deliciously.

No guilt. With monster horde coming, less than two weeks left. No war prep, not even mercenary pay outside walls—endless pointless meetings.

So I'd fix it.

I nipped her clit with front teeth, recommitting.

Got it, Leona? This is how I protect the territory!

Her pussy answered, squirting juices soaking my face.

I kept toying with this arrogant prideful knight's pathetic pussy.

Victory was near.

No—mine already. Just decide which skill to copy.