Subjugating the NTR Bastard Kent Garcia (2)

By the time I got back to my room, my whole body felt as heavy as a waterlogged sponge.

It made sense—I'd slammed headfirst into the raging lust of a female knight way stronger than me. And it wasn't just my stamina stat taking the hit.

One wrong move, crossing that line with a woman who could crush my skull with a single swing, and I'd be done ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for. Taming her with nothing but my tongue and cock had pushed my mental fatigue to the brink.

On top of that, there were bigger worries: how to win the war against the monsters in the long term, and closer to home, the side effects of my newly discovered abilities.

Now it was all on me to think ahead and prepare.

'Fuck... this power isn't some free ride for mindlessly fucking women and feeling good.'

It wasn't like I could just shove my dick in and they'd be helpless.

Even the original Werner ended up executed, so yeah, that tracked.

I needed to train these women more thoroughly. My strength came from them, after all.

Despite all these thoughts making me want to collapse into bed, I couldn't sleep reeking of bitch in heat.

I headed to the bathroom first to wash off Leona's sticky juices.

"...Oh, right."

That's when I remembered my personal maid, the one I'd left plugged with a dildo in the bathroom before heading to the Training Warehouse.

Her pussy must've been wrecked—there was a huge puddle between her legs. Lia, who'd cum over and over, was at her limit, foam bubbling at her mouth.

I rushed over, removed the gag from her mouth, pulled the dildo out of her pussy, carried her out, and fetched water to wet her lips.

"You okay, Lia?"

Even if I saw her as just a non-virgin unicorn to use, I wasn't psycho enough to let a living woman die. I was genuinely worried.

"Cough, hack...! Hah, hah... Young master...?"

Lia choked on the water, slowly opening her eyes and gazing up at me hazily.

But as she caught her breath in my arms, her nose twitched faintly. Then madness flickered in her unfocused eyes.

"Young master... what's that smell?"

"What?"

"It's disgusting... Your body reeks of another bitch. You left me like this and went rolling around with who?"

Her eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blazed as she clutched my collar tight.

That instant, the same transparent alert popped up as with Leona.

I couldn't help but snort in disbelief.

Any guilt over leaving her like that vanished in a flash.

A virgin obsessing over me? Great. Leona got blackmailed and trained hard, so I got it. But this bitch, sent by Eric to spy and fuck me over, now clinging to me?

"You know what?"

I pushed Lia back down as she tried to stand, grabbing the dildo slick with her juices and holding it up.

"Huh?"

"Non-virgin yandere is a crime. A used-up slut acting yandere? Who the fuck are you claiming ownership over? You didn't give me your virgin pussy, heart, or past. All you gave was that loose virgin hole—and it's not even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tighter than your ass."

"...Pardon? Young master, what are you—"

I gripped the base of the massive dildo half-buried in her pussy and rammed it in to the hilt without mercy.

"Ah, aaaahhh!"

The non-virgin maid, who'd dared glare at me with dangerous yandere eyes, arched her back like a bow and came pathetically from one brutal thrust.

Rough handling, but thanks to that ridiculous skill I'd picked up.

Squelch, squelch, squelch—!

Without it, my dildo thrusts softly targeted only Lia's weak spots in her pussy.

Locked in constant heat from Corruption Training, she came and came and came again.

"No more yandere bullshit. Know your place, you non-virgin bitch."

I engraved the Yin Gate into Lia's pussy too.

I left her twitching on the bathroom floor, dildo still buried, squirting pussy juice, and turned to wash off the female knight's fragrant scent from my body without a second thought.

Night. Kraus Knights' Vice-Captain Quarters.

Leona had secretly ditched the worn mattress, washed up, and returned to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her dry face.

"Haa..."

Her mind was stuck on the humiliating order Werner had thrown at her before leaving the Training Warehouse.

—Masturbate thinking of my cock tonight. Report back tomorrow how it felt.

'Insane. Why the hell would I do that perverted shit...'

Fine. Ignore it.

Just lie tomorrow. Done.

Act ashamed in the morning, report some bullshit, and that arrogant fuckwit would buy it.

How could he verify if she'd really done it in her room?

But.

"Ngh... haaah..."

She snapped to—her fingers already inside her panties, rubbing her clit.

Eyes closed, Isabella's face floated up.

No—similar, but far more cunning, arrogant, haughty...

"Ngh, uungh, haaaah...!"

That handsome bastard Werner. Leona had always had an unusually high sex drive. But as a commoner rising to vice-captain, to perfectly serve the revered Isabella, she'd desperately suppressed her filthy urges.

But Werner, that fucker, shattered the dam she'd built. Not just cracked—obliterated it.

Her head screamed honor and knighthood, but the shameful unicorn tattoo pulsing hot on her lower belly devoured her reason—his power, maybe.

Pride in lying? It melted pathetically before her womb's instinct, yipping for his cock smell again.

'You bastard, I'll kill you... later... when I get the chance. I'll cut your throat myself... Ahh, hngh, haaah!'

Chanting hate and murder, her fingers madly plunged her hole, imagining his monstrous dick.

Hate and pleasure mixed for Werner—soon, a disgusting obsession bloomed, craving him to burst in and stomp her pussy raw.

"Hngaa! Ah! Young master... Werner, your cock...! More, ah, aaaah!"

Leona arched in climax, vulgar moans bursting out. Tears streamed as shame hit—the noble knight serving Isabella, now getting off to that fuckwit's monster tool.

After squirting like a fountain, she passed out. Next morning, she woke fresher than ever.

Heading to the meeting, she stood before the bathroom mirror—and froze at her reflection.

'No way...'

Late into the night, skewered and milked dozens of times by his massive cock. His stamina was insane—he stayed dominant, casual. Last night exhausted even her peak physique, legs shaking back to her room... that brutal mating—no, duel.

Yet the mirror showed a woman glowing with vitality.

Skin flushed and glossy, training fatigue gone like it'd been washed away.

"Just my imagination... no."

Leona felt it. In her most precious place, womb capable of bearing life—half-filled with thick, hot mana.

The elite female knight sensed it instinctively: Werner's hot loads deep in her womb had fundamentally strengthened her body and mana circuits.

Testing, she grabbed her bedside sword and swung.

Whoosh—

No mana, no skills.

But stronger. Not a huge leap, but definitely more than before.

Others praised the commoner vice-captain, but Leona had hit a wall for years. She'd begged Isabella for advice once...

—Work harder. You'll get strong soon.

Useless from a true genius compared to her "talented" self.

But now... the wall was broken.

"Ha, ha... ha..."

Absurd: blackmailed to the Training Warehouse, fed his cum, and got stronger.

And she was thrilled—finally past the wall she'd craved as a knight.

'No. This isn't it. The growth I wanted wasn't this disgusting way...'

But the power beyond was too sweet.

'Isabella can't know. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If she learns I got strong from that fuckwit's cum, she'll despise me like a bug.'

So seal Werner's mouth.

Even if tonight's demands were worse, more humiliating, she'd spread her legs, please him.

Not an excuse for craving the fuckwit's seed to grow stronger as a bitch in heat...

Loyalty to Isabella, pure.

Leona shuddered in shame imagining tonight's torments, hated her soaked pussy from anticipation, forced a stern face.

Monster subjugation strategy meeting today.

To hide the vicious tattoo, she buttoned her uniform to the collar flawlessly.

She strode the hall like a proud vice-captain, biting her lip—but the Yin Gate made her womb tingle with every step, driving her mad.

'Walking does this... if that fucker's cock stabs me again...'

She should hate, loathe it.

So why was she smiling, like she craved it?