Subjugating the NTR Bastard Kent Garcia (3)
As Leona walked down the corridor toward the conference room,
"Well, well, if it isn't the flower of the Kraus Knight Order, the noble Vice-Captain Leona."
Kent Garcia, accompanied by knights from Eric's faction, staggered into her path, his eyes raking up and down her body.
Ever since she'd become vice-captain, this was his usual provocation laced with sexual harassment, so Leona managed to respond with relative calm.
"Please step aside, Captain. I'll be late for the meeting."
Leona shot back in a cold voice, but her superior Kent didn't budge—instead, he clicked his tongue and took another step closer.
Leona shot a slight glare at Kent Garcia, who seemed to think he was still in his twenties, sporting the latest empire-fashion earrings.
They don't suit you at all. And a knight captain... a representative of the Kraus family... why the hell would he wear something like that? Especially with a monster horde about to attack.
"Hey now, is that any way to look at your superior? Still suffering from the aftermath of that duel with that wastrel yesterday?"
It wasn't even a funny joke, but the Eric-faction knights gathered around Kent Garcia burst into raucous "Wahahaha!" laughter.
She was technically their superior, yet their attitude was utterly insolent.
Unlike Kyle and Ron, who'd trained late into the night with her, they refused to acknowledge her as vice-captain.
Because she was a woman.
Of course, Isabella was a woman too, but she was nobility with talents and power on a completely different level—making her the exception.
But Leona was a commoner. She was far stronger than them, but not on that otherworldly tier like Isabella.
So they harbored inferiority complexes and turned it into hostility toward her.
If I just get a little stronger... would things change?
"What's that on your neck? A bruise?"
At Kent Garcia's question as he pointed, Leona flinched and covered the nape of her neck with her fingers.
It was where Werner had left a kiss mark last night, like a tattoo on her body.
"Ah, I get it. You got injured during that last monster hunt, right?"
"...No, it's not."
"What do you mean no? It's obviously an injury! Tsk tsk, that's why I keep telling you to come under me. A woman shouldn't be so stiff and full of fight. Especially with the monster subjugation coming up—it's scary enough as is."
"Knights of the Kraus family do not fear mere monsters."
"Hey, hey, acting tough again. You're a woman at the end of the day—why bother?"
Kent smirked what he probably thought was a kind, leisurely smile, his lips twitching, while slyly reaching out to wrap his arm around Leona's slim waist.
Repulsive sexual harassment that made her stomach churn.
Swish—
Leona evaded his snaking hand with minimal movement, twisting her body to grab the conference room doorknob.
As Leona tried to enter without even acknowledging him, Kent—embarrassed in front of his men—spat out a pathetic sneer.
"Tch, so full of pride. Vice-Captain Leona, you think this monster horde is like your usual forest hunts? If the barrier breaks even slightly, no matter how much of a sword genius you are, you'll just be meat fodder. I'm telling you to seriously consider my offer. I've secured magic circle access for emergencies—if you come to my side, I'll give you one of those precious spots. No need to get your hands dirty like a brute. Just stay by my side, live comfortably~ as my lady."
Kent puffed out his chest, sticking out his belly a bit, then tsked as if pitying her.
Leona lowered her head to hide the disgusted glare she shot at Kent's bloated, un-knight-like gut.
Misinterpreting it as her listening intently, Kent Garcia continued lightly.
"You know your mission during the war is to guard that utter wastrel young master, right? What a shame with all the headaches ahead. Once the subjugation starts, that coward will hide behind you, pissing himself—how long are you gonna keep slaving away wiping his ass? Come to this reliable senior instead. Eh?"
As always, Leona tried to ignore Kent Garcia's nonsense.
He was a pathetic man who'd risen through connections and tenure without real skill, but he was still nobility—and her captain. Fighting him gained nothing.
But the moment Kent Garcia's voice mocking Werner hit her ears...
Leona felt the unicorn tattoo engraved on her lower abdomen burn hot.
Veins bulged on the back of her hand gripping the doorknob, and the sturdy metal knob crumpled with a horrific screech.
She slowly turned her head to glare at Kent.
"...Mind your mouth, Kent Garcia."
Her expression was composed, her tone polite formal speech, but the ferocious killing intent radiating from her entire body hung heavy in the corridor air, as if freezing it solid.
"Werner is the legitimate heir of the Kraus family. Even as captain, if you publicly insult him as a 'wastrel' one more time... my sword might just sever your tongue."
Blind loyalty to the Kraus family.
No, it was a deeper rage that couldn't be explained by that alone, spilling from Leona's lips with a growl like a hunting dog baring its fangs.
Kent instinctively shrank back his shoulders and retreated a step.
He was captain only because the main knights had gone to war with the family head.
In truth, with his long career but no real family backing, he was barely average at best—and the overwhelming pressure Leona was exuding was too much for him to handle.
Kent, who'd tried to crush her with authority, was instead crushed by her superior force.
But sensing his subordinates' eyes, his neck flushed red, and he bellowed.
"Y-You... you insolent bitch, how dare you glare at your sky-like captain like that?! I'm trying to spare you out of affection, and you act blind to it?! When you're getting chewed up by monster jaws later, cling to my pant leg then! I won't even blink! Tch, these damn kids these days...!"
He blustered and yelled, but unable to meet Leona's icy gaze, Kent hurriedly flung open the conference door and fled inside.
The Eric-faction knights with him also scurried into the room, unable to face her eyes.
Left alone in the corridor, Leona scoffed lightly at the firmly shut door.
"Hmph, cowards."
A swelling pride filled her.
She'd proudly defended the honor of Werner Kraus—the Kraus legitimate heir, the only one who'd formally dueled her and won—with her own hands. A smile tugged at her lips.
Yes, no matter what people call him a wastrel... Werner is my...
"...Have I gone mad!?"
Leona startled herself, slapping both cheeks with her hands. Her face flushed beet red.
Me, defending Werner's honor? That wastrel bastard's honor?
...Why?
Cognitive dissonance surged as she realized she'd genuinely raged for that pervert who'd blackmailed and raped her last night, pumping her womb full of cum deep inside.
I'm the vice-captain of the Kraus Knights! I only gave my body because I was blackmailed! So why am I wagging my tail like a loyal guard dog defending its master?!
Leona's body trembled.
But the unicorn pattern hidden beneath her stiff uniform pulsed with clear pleasure for the bitch who'd defended her master.
The meeting was about to start, yet Leona already felt her pussy getting wet.
Face burning red lest anyone see, she staggered into the conference room.
And instinctively, her eyes sought out where Werner sat.
There he was, as usual, arms crossed and slouched arrogantly in the corner of the round table, ignoring the meeting.
Normally, she'd inwardly scorn him as a wastrel lacking any noble responsibility.
But not now.
Because Werner, who'd entered through the door, was staring right at her with a smug grin.
That arrogant, intense gaze seemed to say:
'You were barking pretty loud out there. Good job, my bitch. Here's your reward.'
Snap!
Under the table, Werner's long finger flicked lightly.
"Hng...!?"
In that instant, the unicorn pattern on Leona's lower abdomen—hidden under her stiff uniform—began throbbing ferociously, beyond compare to before.
Her womb clenched wildly, gushing love juices.
"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's begin the monster subjugation strategy meeting."
Eric announced from the front, unfurling a massive operations map with a solemn voice.
Excluding Isabella, who'd left alone for the subjugation last night, this was the gravest gathering of the Kraus family's core forces. But Leona couldn't focus—instead, her mind filled only with thoughts of pussy and cock.
***
In the heavy air of the conference room, Eric's finger traced the map as an absurd plan took shape.
"Before the monsters assemble outside the barrier, we form an elite vanguard for a preemptive strike. That's the surest way forward now."
It was insane.
Abandoning the overwhelmingly advantageous high ground of the defensive line to walk right into the monsters' den—a suicide mission.
But Kent Garcia and the Eric-faction knights nodded along to the idiotic plan.
Leona clenched her fist under the table.
As vice-captain, she wanted to slam the table and object, but her status as a commoner female knight limited her voice.
Someone has to stop this. If it goes ahead, the vanguard knights will all die pointless deaths.
Biting her lower lip anxiously, Leona's gaze naturally drifted to the man lounging beside her, propping his chin lazily.
Werner Kraus. The sole legitimate heir of Kraus—and the man who'd thoroughly crushed and broken her body and mind last night.
Scorned as a wastrel, but he was still Kraus blood.
With Isabella absent, he was the only man with the power to overturn this ridiculous plan in one go.
Werner... please. Stop this madness.
Discarding even her knightly pride, Leona tugged lightly at his sleeve under the table, pleading with desperate eyes.
After ravaging her so thoroughly last night and filling her with cum, surely he'd help with this much—she believed.
Werner's head turned slowly toward her.
Meeting her begging eyes, he flashed a sinister, arrogant smirk.
Leona brimmed with hope.
But.
Snap!
Under the table, Werner's finger flicked again.
"Hik...!?"
After glancing coldly at the bitch starting to go into heat right in the middle of the solemn conference room, Werner spoke in a languid voice.
"Oh, brother Eric. Preemptive strike? Sounds like a great idea."
"...L-Lord Werner?"
Leona, panting with her face flushed red, looked up at him in horror.
But Werner utterly shattered her desperate hopes, driving in the nail.
"Defensive battles are boring as hell—had me yawning. Count me in on that vanguard."