Duel Overtime (4)

"Mmph, mmph...! Mmmmmm-!"

Leona's pussy clenched tight around my tongue, then suddenly loosened. Proof that her climax was approaching.

No, Leona had already come spectacularly.

But this prideful female knight, even as pleasure flooded her—curling her toes involuntarily, her thighs wrapping around my neck without her realizing, her hands tearing at my hair—was desperately biting her lips to stifle her moans, clinging to her last shred of pride.

Cute little bitch.

Of course, I had no intention of letting that slide.

I planned to lick away even that final bit of pride.

"Where do you think you're going."

Until now, I'd only been teasing her pussy with my tongue. This time, I pressed my finger hard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against her clit.

I thrust my tongue upward inside her pussy, positioning it so my finger pressing down from above and my tongue rising from below met at her clit.

I'd known for a while, thanks to mind-reading, that this spot—which kept squeezing my tongue desperately—was her weakness.

"Ooooh, oooooh, mmmph...!"

The proud female knight's back arched high.

Before she completely lost it, Leona lowered her head—which she'd thrown back—and glared at me.

Please, have mercy. That's what her eyes pleaded. But since it was an unconscious action, she soon realized what she'd done and was overcome with intense shame.

Of course, I wasn't gentlemanly—or castrated—enough to ignore the weakness she'd exposed while pretending to be tough.

I thrust my tongue upward even harder!

Her thighs trembled violently, and clear, sticky pussy juice erupted from her cunt like a fountain.

Great reaction, great sensitivity.

Spiiiish-!

"Pfft."

I wiped the pussy juice soaking my face and dripping from my chin with the back of my hand, grinning lewdly.

"For a loser, you're squirting way too much, you fucking slutty bitch."

"Hah, hah... N-no! I... I haven't lost yet!"

"What? You blind? Can't you see how much you just squirted and still claim you haven't lost?"

"I haven't lost, I haven't! I haven't looooost!"

Leona panted with unfocused eyes, stubbornly insisting even as she did. Her hair, soaked with sweat and her own juices, clung to her flushed red face in a lewd yet pitiful sight.

Moments later, as she slightly recovered from her orgasm and rationality began to return, Leona started making excuses in a pathetic voice.

"Th-that was invalid... I was, mm, just caught off guard! I should've finished on my turn...!"

"Invalid?"

Standing over Leona sprawled on the mattress slick with her own pussy juice, I began berating her in an arrogant tone.

"The proud vice-captain, a woman of honor, squirting her pussy juice like this from just a few licks of my tongue—"

I pressed my foot lightly against her womb.

"Ooh."

Seeing her defeated bitch face—sticking her tongue out in pleasure rather than pain—I continued.

"And now you claim it's invalid? Even a horny street whore in heat would be more honorable than you. Just admit your defeat already."

"...No."

"What?"

"No! No! No! I haven't lost! I haven't looooost!"

Leona pounded the mattress with her little fists like a child who'd had her toy taken away, bursting into sobs.

What the hell? Has she lost it?

Flustered, I used mind-reading to peek into her thoughts.

The lingering afterglow of pleasure, the humiliation of total defeat by me, shame at getting aroused by that humiliation—all tangled intensely with her fierce competitive spirit.

Anyway, the proud female knight's brain had regressed to a child's level for a moment.

"Do it again!"

"...What?"

"Do it again! Again!"

I mocked Leona again as she clung to my leg, tears streaming down her face, throwing a tantrum.

"Just admit your defeat already. Squirting this much pussy juice from a few licks of my tongue, and now you want a rematch? Don't you get that you'll lose no matter how many times we go?"

"Best of three! First to two wins!"

What a pathetic, groveling request. Refusing to admit she'd been utterly crushed by me, desperately making excuses.

Of course, it was the power of my Sweet Whisper skill, now past level 5, that had twisted her like this—but from a spectator's view, it was so absurd I nearly burst out laughing.

I glanced outside to check the time. Plenty of time before dawn, so no reason to refuse. And honestly... my cock, rock-hard from eating her pussy, wouldn't let me leave the warehouse anyway.

Fine then. No need to train her slowly. Tonight, I'd crush her proud ego completely. With her perverted lust for submission desire, she'd probably love it. If not, whatever.

"Fine. Best of three. Great rule. I'll allow it. But."

"...But?"

"You know there's a proper etiquette for the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loser begging a rematch in a sex duel, right? Oh, wait—you're a commoner, so you wouldn't."

"...What's that."

"Such impudent speech? Is that how you beg? Fine, I'll kindly teach you. First, the begging loser crawls on all fours before the winner. Then lifts her ass higher than her head."

"Bullshit!"

"Heh, quiet down, you defeated bitch. Your subordinate knights outside might hear. And come see you like this. Anyway, the choice is yours. If not, no rematch. This duel ends with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my victory."

I finished speaking and pretended to pull up my pants—though I had no intention of leaving. Leona frantically reached out, grabbing my wrist.

Winning this duel gained her nothing. But ending it after all the insults and humiliation from my Sadistic Taunt? Her pride wouldn't allow it.

"What's this? Let go."

"...I'll do it."

"What? Speak clearly. Your tongue's as clumsy as your pussy."

"...Tell me."

"If you're begging that hard, how can I refuse."

I dropped my pants again, thrusting my erect cock toward her face, and spoke.

"As I said: stick out your tongue long, pant like a dog, and bark: 'I lost, Master. Please give this pathetic defeated bitch one more chance to wag her tail. Woof woof.'"

"Liar... That's a lie... "

"What nonsense? It's common etiquette among the capital's high nobles."

Hoo.

I read the new skill's effects, smirking wickedly.

If Sweet Whisper was just a basic mind-trick to tickle and sway the heart, its evolved Gaslighting was a rare-grade skill—far more vicious, as befitting.

A trash skill perfect for a breeding stud like Werner...

Especially devastating for a proud knight like Leona, teetering between shame and pleasure.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and show proper etiquette!"

Urgh...?

After using the skill, I felt a massive drain from my balls, panicking briefly.

Like the mana exhaustion mages feel after high-grade spells.

But since this was a sex skill, not combat, it consumed Stamina stat—specifically, draining from my balls instead of heart.

Even with my high Stamina, a rare skill drains this much?

As I pondered faster growth methods, Leona bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. But she didn't seem to realize I'd lied to mock her. She was just agonizing over whether to obey.

Her shame had nearly vanished. Only her competitive drive to crush my nose—and her pussy's unconscious craving for my cock, which she hadn't noticed—controlled her now.

Thanks to raising her arousal and Corruption by eating her out meticulously, Gaslighting hit perfectly.

Sloooowly.

Naked on the mattress, she shifted into position.

"Mmm, good girl."

I grinned happily, savoring the sight.

A proud female knight striking a doggy pose in the moonlit training warehouse.

Pure delicacy.

Leona bowed her head at my feet, then dropped to hands and knees, assuming an unimaginable humiliating pose for a knight.

Her body was lean rather than voluptuous—fitting a knight—but her ass was firm, now lifted higher than her head. As if proving her pussy—pleasure—ranked above her head—reason—like a bitch in heat.

Trembling with shame, Leona finally spoke.

"...Hah, pant... I lost. Please, just one more rematch... Mm, grant this bitch slut a chance to wag her tail, young master... W-woof..."

Seeing the alerts, I smirked inwardly with malice.

The more these intense "duels" disguised as mating repeated, the more her erogenous zones would develop, her Corruption rise, leaving her helpless against me.

And yet this bitch dared challenge me—breeding stud Werner—in sex. Impudent. Time to wreck her pussy and make her know her place.

The outcome was decided. I just had to enjoy watching this stupid, prideful bitch collar herself. And gain power to smash Eric's schemes in the process.

"Good. Fine barking from a bitch. I'll grant you a chance to wag your tail."

I roughly grabbed her wet hair, yanking her toward my crotch.

"Second round starts. Punishment for hurting my cock with your clumsy hands earlier. Use that impudent mouth this time."

I sat on the mattress, thrusting my rigid cock at her. Leona meekly buried her face between my thighs.

Earlier, during the handjob, she'd averted her eyes from my lower body in shame. But now? Completely different.

Determined to break me somehow, Leona glared fiercely at my face, eyes blazing with grit and competitive fire.

In a real fight, she'd kill me in seconds. My decent showing in the daytime training grounds was because Isabella watched—Leona held back to avoid injuring me seriously. The gap between us was vast.

But now...

I arrogantly commanded the far stronger Leona.

"What are you waiting for? Suck it. Or should I take first strike?"

"Get ready... This time, I'll win. It's different from before."

Get ready? For what? Holding back laughter?

Leona opened her mouth wide, engulfing my massive glans.

"Churp, chup, slurp, schlop..."

Like licking candy, she desperately swirled her tongue, sucking and licking my cock.

Worlds apart from her earlier stiff handjob.

The hot, sloppy sounds of a knight throwing away reason to win filled the old warehouse lewdly.

But sadly, despite her resolve, it ended quickly.

Peerless vice-captain on the battlefield (barring Isabella), but her cock-handling mouthwork? Beginner level—thinking men like it if you just suck hard.

Meanwhile, breeding stud Werner's cock wasn't frail enough ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to fall to such amateur tongueplay.

I leaned back arrogantly, enduring her desperate fellatio, then casually lifted one foot. I shoved my toes between her dripping pussy lips, stirring her up.

"Mmph?!"

My big toe, slick with her juices, roughly parted her pussy folds and crushed her swollen clit.

Sucking a man's cock up top, pleasured by a man's lowly toe below—utter humiliation.

Desperate full-power mouth-pussy fellatio vs. breeding stud Werner's half-assed toe-fucking.

Winner?

"Huurp, schluuurp...! Gack, urk...!"

Leona's body shuddered violently around my cock, her pussy hole gushing fluids.

Second orgasm.

With Pussy Lv.2 passive and Fever Time active, inevitable. She might've cum just from my cock's scent without my toes.

"Cough! Gack, hah, hah...!"

Leona wiped saliva from her mouth, collapsing.

I stood, my veiny erection bobbing mockingly as I looked down arrogantly and declared.

"Tsk tsk, my win again. Pathetic mouthwork. Best of three, right? That's it, vice-captain."

"N-no...! Unfair! Best of five! Real duels are five rounds aaaah!"

Second loss. Humiliation building to explosion. Devouring shame and anger toward me, her competitive drive fully ignited.

I chuckled at the sight.

Grasp the training target's perversions and traumas, plan, stimulate relentlessly—turn her into my bitch. That's corruption training's greatest thrill!... Original Werner's words suddenly echoed.

I'd hated them, seethed with loathing. Now? I understood.

Even if I did this to protect Isabella and the territory, it was undeniably fun.

If she'd been a virgin... would've been tricky, but whatever. Non-virgins can be treated rough.

Eyes rolled back completely, Leona pounded the mattress again, throwing an ugly tantrum.

"Again! Again!"

"Won't admit it to the end? Fine, this time lie face-down, spank your own ass, and beg: 'I'm a defeated bitch! Please grant one more challenge against Werner-sama!' Ahaha."

"Hic, sob... I lost! Mm, smack! Slap! Please, best of fiiiive...!"

Face beet-red with shame, the knight vice-captain spanking her own ass, begging.

Savoring the vulgar, lascivious scene, I leisurely allowed the third round.

But results remained disastrous.

Handjob, blowjob, rubbing with her meager tits—my erection never flagged.

Each loss shredded her mentality further; the mattress pooled with her squirted juices.

"Hah... hah... Why... why the hell..."

Four straight losses.

I yawned boredly, standing and grabbing my pants.

"Yawn. Boring. Too dull to continue, so I'm off to wash and sleep."

"Wha...?"

As I turned toward the warehouse door without looking back.

"Where do you think you're running!"

Desperate Leona lunged, hugging my waist and slamming me back onto the mattress.

Thud!

Instantly atop me, pinning me down. Panting, her unfocused golden eyes locked on my rigid, mocking cock from her crotch.

Positions reversed? I'm the one blackmail-training her, right?

But Leona, oblivious to her changes over mere hours, fixated only on winning our sex duel.

Victory-blinded, she gripped my hard shoulders with trembling hands.

Her face twisted with shame, fear, and anticipation.

Delicacy. This must be why original Werner corrupted women till his dying breath.

Inwardly cheering, outwardly I yelled as if unwilling.

"Wh-what are you doing! Get off!"

Playing victim, not perpetrator.

"...Shut up. Shut up and... get ready. For my pussy."

Does Leona realize how fuckable her face looks now? How it's shifted from initial coerced rage to eager anticipation?

Squeeze!

Leona effortlessly neutralized my "resistance," hurling me onto the mattress.

I tried resisting, but the strength gap sent me flying helplessly.

She approached my fallen form, spread her legs, bent her waist, and began lowering onto my cock.

Her juice-slick pussy entrance kissed my cock.

"Eek, oh guh!"

Twitch!

Just hot mucous membranes touching, and Leona's body jolted like struck by lightning. Light orgasm.

But she didn't flee. Eyes squeezed shut, she muttered like self-brainwashing.

"Y-yeah... This is a duel. This is... not sex. This! My honorable... strike for victory...!"

Perfect self-justification.

Impaling herself willingly, yet believing it honorable duel protocol. Stupid, lovable bitch.

I gazed up at her trembling above, smiling coldly.

"Cowardly, vice-captain."

"..."

"Four pathetic losses, refusing to accept results—now pinning the winner with brute force, forcing your pussy on me in attempted reverse-rape. You call yourself a Kraus knight?"

Gaslighting's icy rebuke silenced her grinning face.

"Is this the chivalry you preached? Using competitive drive as excuse to rape a man—you're just a horny bitch, shameless criminal."

"N-no! Not cowardly! Honorable... hng, legitimate strike for v-victory...!"

Reason shattered by my words, she wailed atop my cock, tearing her hair, writhing.

The taboo reversal's dopamine rush surged, but so did a throbbing, unpleasant drain at my temples.

Urk. Rare-grade indeed. Ball-draining stamina cost is no joke.

But effective.

Leona crumbled perfectly between guilt of being a rapist criminal and blind win-lust.

Finally, eyes shut tight, she slammed her trembling hips down to impale her secret spot.

Or tried to.

Clang-!

Screeeeech.

The heavy iron door of the locked training warehouse burst open with grating friction.

Cool night air rushed in with Leona's two subordinate knights.

Leona's face—pussy on my cock atop my hips—froze ice-cold.

Thud, thud.

Boots echoed closer in the dark warehouse.

"What's the noise? Let's head back."

"No, I swear I heard the vice-captain."

"Vice-captain? She didn't come train. Exhausted from the duel, probably sleeping."

"I heard it. ...Vice-captain! You in there?"

Silence.

"Vice-captain! We're heading back from training. You in there?"

Terror-stricken Leona—pale, breathless lest her subordinates catch her—heard my whisper right at her ear, lips close, voice tiny and vile.

"Oh dear, vice-captain? Your proud subordinates seem here to watch the noble vice-captain try reverse-raping a worthless young master."