The Prideful Female Knight's First Declaration of Defeat (1)

'Ah……, ah……? No, what……? H-here? At this hour?'

The sound of the Training Warehouse door creaking open snapped Leona back to reality in an instant. From a bitch in heat climaxing under Werner's sole grinding her pussy, she reverted to the proud female knight.

With assassin-like reflexes, she scanned the surroundings and effortlessly scooped up Werner, dragging him into the darkest corner of the warehouse.

Then she clamped both hands over his mouth to silence whatever he was about to say.

Hiding her naked body behind a stack of worn-out mattresses, the knight glared at the spoiled young master whose reputation was already in the gutter. Getting caught in such a disgrace wouldn't tarnish his image any further.

Her eyes screamed, open your mouth and you're dead, but Werner just looked utterly relaxed.

Unlike Leona, who was on the verge of madness—yet not quite there, which only drove her crazier—he found the situation amusing and grinned wickedly.

Leona genuinely wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠punch that smug face…… but she held back. Killing him would alert whoever had entered the warehouse, and worse…… she'd be stuck admitting eternal defeat to him.

"Vice-Captain? Are you in there?"

The shadow of a torch flickered across the warehouse floor, followed by the heavy clank of armored footsteps.

Leona recognized the voices immediately—her direct subordinates, Kyle and Ron. Despite being a commoner woman, they were precious comrades who truly respected her as vice-captain.

Unlike cowardly knights who fled behind magic barriers when monsters attacked, they understood honor.

And now those men—the ones who'd once fought back-to-back with her against beasts—were approaching.

While she was naked. Her pussy overflowing with slick juices. Embracing the spoiled young master, panting hot breaths into his ear that only he could hear……♥

They're gonna catch me! Catch me! Catch meeee…… ohhh.

"You sure you heard something? All the lights are out."

"No, I'm telling you. That was definitely the vice-captain's voice."

Kyle's voice carried tender concern for her. Leona felt a crushing wave of guilt and shame.

But…… why the hell am I getting turned on in this situation? Ughhh!

Leona bit down hard on Werner's shoulder to stifle the scream bubbling up.

Her teeth sank deep enough to draw a trickle of blood, earning a sharp glare from him—but who cared.

Her life was about to end anyway.

"Looks like no one's here. You must've misheard."

"Maybe…… weird, though. Sounded just like the vice-captain. Well, since we're here, let's tidy up the wooden swords."

The clatter of tools echoed as the two knights began organizing. Soon, their bitter conversation drifted from the darkness.

"About that duel earlier today. It ended in a draw with that spoiled…… er, Young Master Werner, right?"

"Yeah."

"No matter how I think about it, it doesn't add up. I gained a bit of respect for the young master, but the vice-captain went easy on him. She held back to save his face, and it ends in a draw? A woman who lives by her pride—how humiliated must she feel inside?"

"Sigh, tell me about it. Even if he's the Kraus family's only son, a guy who haunts brothels every night drawing with our vice-captain, who lives for the sword? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠And did you see his eyes at the training grounds today? Staring at her body all slimy and lecherous. Honestly…… made me wanna slice him."

"Hey, keep it down. What if someone hears? No matter how wild he is, he's still our lord's son. Mind your manners. ……But yeah, you're right. We need to get stronger fast. Can't let someone as upright and pure as the vice-captain suffer humiliation just to appease a guy like that."

Hearing her subordinates' blind praise and adoration made Leona's heart feel like it would burst with gratitude toward them—and shame at how far she fell short of their expectations.

Upright and pure?

No…… that's not me. The other day I masturbated in Lady Isabella's reception room, and now I'm climaxing from rubbing my pussy on this spoiled bastard's foot…… that's the pervert I am.

Her devoted subordinates' voices rang in her ears, but the upright vice-captain they idolized was right now grinding her secret place against the 'spoiled young master' they despised, fully aroused.

Her toned inner thighs were already slick with her overflowing pussy juices.

That's when Werner, pinned beneath her in the dark, smirked slyly and gripped her waist hard with both hands.

Hik……?!

Smoothly.

Leona had been hyper-focused on her subordinates, so she couldn't stop him.

Werner squeezed her hips and teasingly thrust upward. His rock-hard glans pressed and rubbed against her dripping pussy entrance.

Teasing insertion—threatening to plunge in but holding back—just the most sensitive tips of man and woman brushing tormentingly.

"Mmph-!"

Leona clamped her hands over her mouth to swallow the moan from his torturous teasing.

Her heart pounded wildly. Her mind reeled. The sorrow that her praising subordinates' gazes would soon turn to disgust. And yet she was aroused.

"……You hear that?"

"Yeah."

The subordinates sorting wooden swords froze.

"Behind that wooden sword crate?"

Kyle's footsteps drew closer.

This was it—she'd be exposed. The same woman who'd preached knightly honor and pride during daytime training would be caught creaming herself on the spoiled young master's cock!

Then Werner's lips brushed her ear.

"Admit your defeat. Then I'll stop rubbing."

"Hnn…… mm……."

"Admit you were wrong to challenge me four times after getting wrecked. Whisper that you accept your loss and submit to me."

"Hnnng……."

"No answer? I'll thrust up right now. Want your subordinates to find out Vice-Captain Leona's a slutty bitch secretly fucking in the Training Warehouse? Want them to see your pussy drooling on my cock?"

Thick tears streamed from Leona's eyes.

She'd thrown away all pride for a rematch…… but deep down, the horrific despair that she'd never beat this man—mixed with self-loathing for getting excited by it—shattered her reason, pride, dignity, and honor.

To avoid detection, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder and admitted defeat in the most pathetic, humiliating whisper.

"I-I…… lost…… h-hic…… total…… defeat……. I can't…… beat you…… Young Master…… n-no, Lord Werner……."

A mosquito-like whisper, yet the most perfect declaration of defeat.

Werner, thrilled at the proud knight who'd despised him reduced to tears and ruin, nibbled her earlobe and commanded.

"Good girl. Now chase them off."

Leona gripped her melting throat desperately and squeezed out a voice from behind the wooden sword crate. But pleasure made it quiver lewdly.

"S-stop…… right there……"

"V-Vice-Captain? You are here! Why—"

"Meditating…… m-my mana scattered from the daytime duel…… hnn…… suppressing it. Need to focus, so leave, now!"

The strained voice from the dark—revered, loved by her men. Kyle stepped closer to the crate in alarm.

"Vice-Captain? Your voice is shaking bad. Did you get hurt in the duel? Now that you mention it, there's a weird smell in here…… No, you can't suffer alone—we'll fetch a healer, come out!"

Kyle's footsteps closed in. One more step, and torchlight would reveal her naked body, pussy crushed on Werner's cock, juices flowing.

Ultimate terror and depravity drove Leona wild. Tears flying, she shrieked fiercely.

"D-don't come closer! Hnn……! D-do you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mock my command?! I need to focus! Don't interfere! Hah…… haa…… get out now!"

No trace of her usual kindness—just uncontrolled rage berating her subordinate.

"Gasp……! We're sorry for intruding!"

Mistaking her desperate strain for 'extreme training to realign scattered mana,' Kyle bowed hastily.

"Rest well, Vice-Captain!"

Clatter! Clank! Slam!

The heavy door shut, footsteps fading.

The warehouse plunged back into perfect darkness and silence.

Guilt for snapping at her men. Shame at being utterly toyed with by this man amid the fear of exposure. All those emotions melted away in the crisis.

Replaced by pure lust.

Leona exhaled her held breath, yanked Werner's neck close, and collapsed to the ground.

"Haaa…… aaahhh! Ah, Werner!"

She kissed his handsome face. She knew nothing of pleasuring a male, but her fully aroused body moved on instinct.

The female animal's drive to take the superior male's seed into her womb.

Straddling him, she rocked her hips, swallowing his massive cock into her pussy gulp by gulp.

Her reasonless body wouldn't stop.

In cowgirl, slamming her ass down wildly—wet squelch, squelch as juices splattered everywhere.

Overwhelming ferocity poured from Leona as she pinned and reverse-raped him, ignoring strength differences, slamming with full force.

His rigid cock battering her cervix nonstop—she drowned in the depraved thrill of milking every drop of his cum.

But her clumsy dominance didn't last.

Werner's strong hands seized her waist and flipped her in one motion.

Leona was suddenly in reverse cowgirl, back to him.

Unable to see his face, the merciless impaler from behind made her tremble and wail at unknown pleasure.

"Haa aaaah! No, too deep, way too deeeep!"

Werner laid her fully on the old mattress in missionary, crushing down.

Perfect weight pinning her.

Reminding the knight that before him, she was just a woman—his full body weight in every thrust.

Her female form helpless under the male, mewling. Their sticky gazes locked; she couldn't hide her pupils glazing with pleasure as she moaned.

"Hnn……! Ah, aaah……"

Werner slung her legs over his shoulders and pile-drove brutally.

Humiliating pose exposing even her asshole.

His monstrous glans battered her womb.

Over the limit, Leona rolled back her eyes and squirted like a fountain.

No breather—she was flipped sideways, entwined.

Werner whispered filthy talk in her ear.

"Where do you like it?"

No pride left, Leona begged.

"There…… ah…… haa…… pound it…… fuck me harder with your cock…… that's the spot……!"

They shifted to facing each other seated.

Spoiled young master's cock deepest in the knight's womb. He devoured her lips—"slurp, smooch, smack!"—breathless kisses. In melting ecstasy, Leona clung to his neck, gasping.

Resistance long broken.

Werner shoved her against the wooden sword crate, thrusting savagely, finally forcing her to all fours.

Doggy—ass gripped, pounded mercilessly.

A man she could kill with one hand raiding every hole.

And it felt good. Werner was good. His handsome face. His monstrous cock. She wanted to kiss it. Of course—kissing his cock meant it gifted her pussy dozens of times the pleasure.

Feeling his hot cum flooding her womb, Leona licked his Isabella-like face and screamed.

"Cumming…… cummiiing, cuuuuumiiiiiing!"

Eight positions shifted breathlessly; from Leona's mouth poured endless, base, lewd cries of a thoroughly defeated bitch.

Leona didn't yet know how to face Werner from now on.

But one thing was clear.

Having tasted such overwhelming powerlessness and defeat—and its sweetness—she could never return to her noble knight self.

She was his slave now. Not the honorable Kraus Knight Order vice-captain. Just a pathetic bitch beaten by the infamous Kraus spoiled young master.

That was her—defeated bitch Leona.

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The cheerful system chimes rang one after another, and I curled my lips in satisfaction.

But the real thrill came next.

Unique Skill: proficiency reached max!

Skill leveled up to !

Ding-!

A red alert filled my vision, followed by a cascade of perks fit for a breeding stud.