Subjugating the NTR Scum Kent Garcia (5)
The rundown training warehouse tucked away in the corner of the training grounds. The very place where Leona and I had fucked like animals in every position last night.
The sounds of dozens of knights sweating it out on the outdoor training grounds filtered in from outside, but as Leona urgently dragged me inside and locked the thick iron door behind us, the warehouse plunged into an eerie silence.
"Haa, haa……."
Leona leaned back against the door, panting heavily.
Training hadn't even started yet, but her light training clothes were already soaked with cold sweat and heat.
A secretive, enclosed space. Just the two of us, man and woman alone.
Simply imagining the humiliating, beastly treatment she'd receive in this warehouse was enough to make the Yin Gate in her lower abdomen heat up already.
"U-um…… Young Master."
Leona glanced warily outside before quickly closing the distance to me and speaking up.
"What is it? Why'd you drag me in here?"
I asked her in a demeanor completely opposite to her frantic one, all relaxed leisure.
"That…… the order you gave me last night……."
Leona, practically throwing herself into my arms, whispered in a flushed, timid voice.
'Order? What order did I give her?'
Looking up at me with teary eyes, she seemed less like a proud knight and more like a drenched puppy, utterly pitiful.
I still couldn't quite recall what order I'd given her last night, but I wasn't about to miss the chance to tease her humiliated state, so I haughtily tilted my chin and tossed the question at her.
"So. Did you carry out the order properly?"
"……Y-yes."
"Report in more detail. Is that all a vice-captain's official report amounts to? How many times, how did you thrust—tell me every single detail without a shred of lie."
Under my cruel interrogation, Leona trembled with shame but forced her lips to move in obedience to my command.
"I-I put in two fingers…… and while recalling how you pounded me, Young Master…… I thrust away all night long……."
'Ah, right. I told her to masturbate thinking of me.'
It had just been a casual remark I'd tossed out, so I'd completely forgotten about it, never expecting she'd actually follow through.
Yet here was Leona, without any blackmail from me about exposing her crimes to Isabella or anything, starting to give me a lewd masturbation report with heated breaths.
"What're you doing? Keep reporting."
"Imagining your semen flooding me…… Hn, I came three times, squirting my juices each time…… it felt…… so, so good……."
Vulgar words of masturbation spilling from the lips of the noble knight vice-captain.
She didn't seem aware of it herself, but hearing Leona's voice, thick with arousal, I couldn't hold back and let out a snort of laughter.
"Ha, I'd completely forgotten about it."
"……Pardon? What do you——"
"It was just something I threw out there. I wasn't gonna march to your room to check if you'd fingered your pussy or not, but you really went and thrust into it all night just because I said so?"
"Ah……."
Leona trailed off mid-report, staring up at me with dazed eyes.
At times like this, she didn't seem like a knight at all—more fragile than even Lia.
Anyway, I drove the wedge in deeper.
"No excuses, Leona. You just couldn't forget the taste of my cock and went into heat all on your own."
Leona's pupils shook violently.
The moment her self-rationalization of "it was your order" shattered pathetically.
Leona's Submission increases very slightly!
It was a pleasant message, but not quite up to the level I wanted. "Very slightly" instead of just "slightly"…….
"Ahh, ah…… Hnng……."
Deprived of any excuses, Leona shuddered with humiliation, rubbing her thighs together.
I could clearly see the Yin Gate in her lower abdomen vibrating.
She seemed convinced I'd lay her down on this warehouse floor and ravage her roughly. Dragging me here away from her subordinates' eyes must have been for exactly that.
But I tapped the cheek of the frozen Leona and said coldly.
"Don't get the wrong idea, Leona."
"……Pardon?"
"I didn't call you to my room today to fuck you. To me, your pussy is something I can eat anytime. We're heading out beyond the walls for a preemptive strike in a week—can't waste stamina fingering your pussy."
"Eugh."
Leona glared at me in anger at my mockery.
But contrary to my expectations, her Submission didn't rise even very slightly. At some point, the increases had shrunk dramatically. On the flip side, openly taunting her didn't drop her favor even a tiny bit.
'……Why? Same with Lia—is it the effect of Obsession?'
I opened Leona's skill window to check her status.
Among Leona's many combat skills, the highest-leveled one stood out: Knight's Pride.
'Is this why? Her pathetic pride is keeping her Submission from rising further?'
I couldn't confirm it yet. And forcing her Submission to 80 to steal her stats was on hold for now. Real combat with blood flying everywhere was just a week away. Snatching a pittance of stats at this point wouldn't make me fight much better. Better to preserve Leona's full strength to protect me—way higher survival odds. Plus, tests on Lia showed that raising Submission didn't let me steal unlimited stats. There were clear limits based on my stamina and the pleasure I gave her.
"Masturbation report's done, Leona. Let's head to the training grounds."
"Y-yes…… Yes?! Y-you're not…… going to?"
"What, you want it? In broad daylight? Right here? When your subordinate knights could barge in any second?"
"W-who would! You're the one blackmailing me into it."
"Yeah, yeah. Then report again tomorrow."
"……Pardon?"
"You'll come out for training tomorrow too, right? Report your masturbation to me beforehand. Got it?"
"……Y-yes♥"
Dozens of knights sweating buckets on the outdoor training grounds.
When Werner, the young master of the house, appeared with Leona in tow, the atmosphere subtly tensed.
Not the full-on loathing like before, treating him like a bug. He'd shown his mettle in that recent duel, so the knights' gazes held only moderate disdain.
'One good duel doesn't change his wastrel nature. Wonder what stunt he's here for now.'
No one said it aloud, but their thoughts were obvious. But the moment wooden swords clashed in the center of the grounds.
Leona couldn't believe her eyes.
"Here I come, Leona."
With Werner's lazy voice, his wooden sword cleaved the air like lightning.
'……?!'
Leona instinctively blocked. A dull friction sound and heavy shock traveled up her wrist. This wasn't a fluke or one-off stunt.
Trajectory, timing, weight distribution.
'Kraus Practical Swordsmanship……!'
Of course, as the legitimate heir, it wasn't odd for him to wield the family swordsmanship. He'd have learned the basics from childhood thanks to his bloodline.
But this was beyond "basics."
Whoosh, clang—! Clang!
Werner's sword pressed fiercely. Leona's pupils trembled finely. Just yesterday, it hadn't been this good. Yet the swordplay pouring from him now was excessively perfect.
'Was he hiding his skill? Why?…… What's the point in letting others treat him like a fool on purpose? Am I imagining it?'
Leona shook her head inwardly as she parried.
No.
This wasn't something you could pull off from rote memory.
It was the movement of someone who'd swung tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times, engraving it bone-deep. Just like her.
The result of effort.
'Impossible. When the hell……?'
Leona's mind raced. To everyone, Werner was always a drunken wastrel chasing pleasure. So what was this overwhelming polish?
'Perfect. Excluding physical strength or mana differences…… Purely technical completion? He's already on my level.'
The training sounds of knights sneaking glances and smirking gradually stopped.
Replaced by suffocating shock and awe. Anyone who'd held a sword could sense it—the real pressure emanating from Werner's movements.
'No way…….'
Leona's heart pounded.
'Ignoring others' gazes…… training desperately alone?'
After parrying, Leona—true to practical swordsmanship—kicked at his chest.
No technical gap, but the power difference was clear; Werner tumbled helplessly.
But true to his request for sword lessons, he stood right back up and swung at her again.
Body caked in dirt, bruised and cut from counters, blood spraying—he didn't care.
That figure…… was unmistakably the same wastrel who'd blackmailed and brutally crushed her last night.
Recalling that humiliation, she ought to swing her wooden sword like it was mid-training and kill him.
But. But…….
A knight's sword never lies. No tricks or cheap luck could draw such heavy, perfect arcs. Only honest sweat and pure obsession reached this realm.
'Yeah. His way with women might be irredeemable scum…… but in this moment, sword in hand, this man is the most honest, purest swordsman there is.'
Within the Kraus Knight Order, Leona had always been lonely.
Isabella was in a realm too distant to even challenge. The rest couldn't last a few exchanges against her sword. With skills or full power, maybe—but that wasn't sparring anymore.
So the female knight Leona had lived her life steeped in profound loneliness, without a worthy opponent to clash fully.
Yet now, this wastrel young master who'd violated her was perfectly quenching that thirst. The pure joy of clashing swords with an equal—a thrill long forgotten—electrified her body.
A crack split the wall of hatred she'd built toward Werner. Through the gap crept pure favor as a fellow swordsman, and strange excitement toward the male who'd dominated her.
'Wastrel. Scum. Rapist who blackmails women. ……But.'
While others mocked, pointed fingers, ignored him.
This man had swung his sword in the shadows until his palms split and bled. All to protect the house, for the war against monsters to come!
Now it made sense why he'd voted for that suicidal preemptive strike.
"What's wrong? Vice-captain. Can't space out over something this minor."
Werner grinned slyly and struck down.
'Ah…….'
Seeing his handsome face, Leona's chest heated with a strange fervor.
Different from the forced arousal when he'd half-raped her.
"Don't get cocky! Swordsmanship isn't just technique!"
Werner's wooden sword sent him rolling again from her fierce swing.
But he charged right back, and his spirited form drew admiring gasps from the knights.
Mind Reading: Leona
'Purely in swordsmanship, this guy's equal to me. When did he train like this……?'
I caught Leona's inner thoughts via Mind Reading and couldn't help chuckling.
Of course. It had to be that way.
This was a perfect copy of your skills, after all.