Subjugating the NTR Scum Kent Garcia (4)

'Hah... look at these idiots?'

To anyone watching, I must've looked completely disinterested in the meeting. But in reality, I was paying closer attention than anyone there, thanks to my mind reading skill.

That's how I knew all about the conspiracy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Eric and Kent Garcia were cooking up.

A crazy plan to venture outside the walls—despite having the barrier as an advantage—and launch a preemptive strike.

By thinning out the monster numbers in advance, they'd boost morale inside the castle in one fell swoop. That's the bold ambition, at least in theory.

Isabella, who wasn't even present, might've pulled something like that off too.

But that's only because she's a Swordmaster, strong enough to count as an entire legion on her own.

Unless you're a knight like Leona, who can wield mana freely, no human can beat monsters with raw physical strength.

That's why humans fight monsters by maximizing barriers, magic circles, and pre-installed anti-monster siege weapons.

That was common sense in this world.

Yet Eric and Kent Garcia were ignoring all that and spouting nonsense.

But I decided to play along with their bullshit.

"Defense was getting so boring I was yawning my ass off. Count me in on that vanguard squad."

No—better yet, I'd use their bullshit to trim down Eric's faction a bit right here and now.

My bombshell declaration plunged the solemn meeting hall into dead silence.

Eric, who had been dramatically tracing the map on the table with his finger mid-speech, went completely quiet.

He clearly hadn't expected me to openly declare my support like this.

On the surface, it was shock at the family's heir volunteering to march into the jaws of death.

But the system window floating before my eyes broadcast Eric's rotten inner thoughts loud and clear.

"Y-Young master! Even so, the vanguard is too dangerous!"

"He's right! Leave it to the soldiers. And why hit them preemptively anyway? We have the barrier..."

The silence broke as knights and retainers from the family's neutral faction spoke up.

They were the ones who usually looked down on me.

But with the Kraus heir mothballing straight into death, even they couldn't stand by if they had any loyalty left.

Meanwhile, Eric—who'd been wearing a dumbstruck look after my bombshell—barely suppressed a smirk leaking from his lips and launched into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠some third-rate acting.

"Indeed, a spirit worthy of Kraus blood! Werner, if you're that set on it, I won't stop you as your brother. I truly commend your noble courage to lead for the family."

At that shameless declaration, quick-witted Kent Garcia shot glances at the Eric faction knights behind him.

The trash who'd been silent until then erupted in applause, showering fake praise.

"Ooh! I'm in awe of your bravery, young master!"

"With Werner himself at the vanguard, the knights' morale will pierce the heavens!"

Riding the Eric faction's momentum, the suicidal preemptive strike was being repackaged as noble sacrifice, solidifying as fact.

Isabella—the one who should've stopped it—was out subjugating monsters beyond the walls.

Of course, not everyone got swept up in the vile voices and mad atmosphere of the Eric faction knights.

Prime example: Isabella's faction. Leona, her loyal vice-captain, hugely popular with the commoners.

The woman who rarely spoke in meetings charged into the center with a stern face, pleading with me.

I liked seeing her loyalty to my sister and her actual concern for the territory—unlike the other nobles.

"Werner, please don't be stubborn...!"

But I wouldn't let her challenge my decision. I snapped my fingers under the table.

Snap—

"Hik, uhnngh...!"

The unicorn tattoo hidden under her stiff uniform resonated with my virility, throbbing wildly. Instead of her urgent plea, a stifled moan burst from her lips.

"Huh? L-Leona, vice-captain? What's wrong all of a sudden?"

I asked her innocently, while staring her down with cold eyes.

'Know your place, deflowered bitch.'

One more word against your master's decision here, and I'd make her crawl and pant on the meeting room floor in front of her subordinates.

Instinctively reading my vicious warning, Leona paled and flinched, shoulders trembling.

"N-No... nothing, hn, at all..."

Leona retreated miserably, thighs quivering.

With the highest-ranking and most powerful figures already in agreement—and the biggest nuisance silenced—the meeting's flow tilted irreversibly.

"Very well. With the noble volunteer from our family heir and my half-brother, Werner..."

Eric inwardly cheered his sleazy victory and slammed the table.

"The Kraus Knight Order will assemble a small elite unit for a preemptive strike on the monster den. Meeting adjourned—the operation is confirmed!"

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Eric faction knights who wouldn't make the cut started clapping.

I clapped along with a bright smile.

'Dumbasses.'

*

On my way back to my room after the meeting, urgent footsteps chased after me.

"Y-Young master! What in the world are you thinking?! Walking into that death trap yourself! Even with me by your side, in the middle of a monster horde... hn!"

Leona couldn't hold back and yelled. But her momentum died there.

Every time she bared her teeth at me, her lower belly burned, stimulating her pussy via the Yin Gate.

In the end, the knight's shout devolved into a bitch in heat's whimpers.

"Quiet."

"A-Ah... sorry."

At my icy reply, Leona immediately tucked tail and bowed her head.

"Perfect timing. I was gonna see you anyway. Follow me."

I beckoned Leona and opened the door.

Inside, Lia—who'd been toyed with since morning, her maid outfit disheveled—glanced up from tidying the bed.

Her bright, lewd smile froze when she saw the unfamiliar woman entering behind me.

"...Young master?"

Lia's gaze shifted to Leona behind me.

Leona, face flushed and breathing ragged. And me acting like it was the most natural thing.

True to her non-virgin instincts, Lia grasped the situation instantly—her eyes flickering subtly.

Unbelievable. This non-virgin bitch's yandere switch flipping again? I'd have to fuck her pussy later and dial it back a bit.

No time to test obsession side effects yet, and Lia still had plenty of use.

I ignored Lia's jealous glare and spread my arms.

"Lia. Uniform's too stuffy. Change me into training clothes."

"...Yes. Understood, young master."

At my firm order, Lia bit her lip hard before approaching to unbutton my uniform.

Her touch was meticulous, but she didn't forget to shoot blatant warning glares at Leona behind me.

Swish, swish.

My cumbersome uniform peeled off, revealing my naked body.

Thanks to my rising strength stat? I looked more muscular now.

Lia noticed too—thick lust swirling in her glazed eyes.

Unable to resist, she started lewdly caressing down my chest.

I didn't care if Leona watched.

No— she was flaunting it at the new rival.

Maid versus vice-captain. Considering the status gap, it was brazen. But with her arousal nearly at 80 after only dildo torment last night—no real fucking—Lia clearly gave zero fucks.

Meanwhile, Leona—self-conscious of her unfeminine body—could only pant from the Yin Gate's effects, saying nothing about Lia's insolence.

Tempting to leave Leona standing and go a round with Lia, but I suppressed the urge.

One week until the preemptive strike. The military funds issue I'd claimed I'd handle got an extension, but I was still pressed for time.

Time to squeeze every second. No time for depraved play. Plus, now I had this new obsession system to manage.

Then Lia tugged down my underwear and—mindful of the rival bitch before her—gripped my cock with both hands like she was showing off.

Not aroused, but this body's dick naturally hardened under her skilled touch.

"Young master... tired from the meeting, right?"

Lia whispered sticky breaths in my ear, cheeks flushed.

"How about I relieve you nice and cool here? I'll do it thoroughly..."

Instead of answering, I twitched the cock she held and arrogantly tilted my chin.

Open your mouth and suck. A silent command.

Mistaking it for permission, Lia shot a triumphant, haughty glance at Leona behind me—like she'd won.

Then she knelt before my cock with an ecstatic face and parted her lips.

But—

Slap—!

"Ahak?!"

My vicious cock mercilessly whipped through the air, smashing her cheek.

A crisp smack echoed as Lia's head snapped aside.

A red welt bloomed on the yandere maid's cheek, who'd been so cocky moments ago.

But one hit wasn't enough for this non-virgin bitch.

Jealousy still lingered in her eyes, mixed with rising anger at the sudden slap.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I swung my cock repeatedly, slapping the obsessed non-virgin maid senseless.

"Can't grasp your place, huh, you deflowered slut."

"Ah... Y-Young master..."

"Who said you could wag your tongue and touch my dick? Does a brainless animal bitch open her mouth before the master feeds her?"

Submission and fear welled in Lia's eyes.

Her shallow plan to suck my cock in front of Leona and flaunt her favor shattered under my dick slaps.

"Don't open that mouth without permission. Dress me properly."

"...S-Sorry. I'll remember..."

With her cheeks swollen red, Lia tremblingly hurried to dress me in training clothes.

After properly schooling one non-virgin, I turned to educate the other.

Leona looked ready to collapse, staggering.

'Oh right, I've had her Yin Gate active this whole time.'

Test run on Lia had her squirting and cumming in under a minute. Leona holding out this long? Pretty decent.

Only two trained so far—data's thin, hard to judge.

Anyway, no time to torment Leona now. If anything, it was time for her to torment me.

Snap.

I casually snapped, deactivating the Yin Gate.

"Ah, aaaah...!"

Leona finally crumpled to the floor.

Her eyes half-lidded, panting heavily.

I peeked at her inner thoughts via mind reading first.

Worth the near-death pounding last night—her brain was fried on 'cock pussy sex' rather than plotting to kill me before Isabella returned.

Then Lia, done dressing me, sidled up after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stepping back.

She looked down at crawling Leona with superiority, then up at me in admiration.

"You're amazing, young master. Turning a proud knight like that... How'd you break her in just one day?"

Lia flirted, cheeks red. Shallow ploy from a non-virgin praising her master to score points.

Didn't care about her obsessive non-virgin affection, but her turning fully to my side from Eric's spy? Good news.

Submission stuck at 80, but since obsession spawned, fucking her bumped favor steadily.

'This is... weird. I planned to max submission at 100 and send her back to Eric. But favor's rising faster now.'

Favor usually only spiked when I edged her arousal to 100 and denied her repeatedly.

Would investigate later, but rising favor or submission? All good.

Still, her nuzzling my shoulder post-punishment irked me—like her non-virgin affection was overtaking submission.

'Only beg for pussy when I say to spread it.'

Thinking like a trashy breeding stud only for non-virgins, I shoved Lia off, ordered her to fetch low-proof booze, and turned to Leona.

"Get up, Leona. To the training grounds."

I commanded arrogantly at the panting woman sprawled on the floor.

"Haa... Y-Yes... Training grounds? Why there?"

Leona's eyes showed clear anxiety, recalling last night's brutality before her subordinates.

'Thinks I'll publicly mate her there?'

Nothing I couldn't do, but hiding my power and plotting against Eric's crew? No public stunts.

I opened my mouth to ease her fears.

"What're you imagining? Training, obviously. Forgot we got one week till the strike?"

"...Then why skip training till now?"

Because back then, I was the original Werner from ten years ago in the story.

Anyway, despite last night's ravaging, her submission wasn't climbing fast. I nudged her lower belly with my toe.

"Y-Young master...!"

Leona raged—an act even a slave wouldn't tolerate.

But no intent to attack me. Just craving more torment on that abused spot.

"Day training ends, night duel awaits. Look forward to it."

I grabbed her wrist, hauling her up as I said it.

"Wh-Who said I'm looking forward...!"

Oh yeah—Leona's submission passed 50, enough to copy a skill.

Unlike maid Lia, she'd have combat skills galore. Time to sample what to copy.

I eyed Leona's ass—striding out like the knight she was, no trace of her floor collapse—as I opened her skill window.

Another power of Corruption Training.