Midnight Estate Patrol with the Proud Pet Knight (2)
“Young Master Werner. You're the one who told me to come to the Training Warehouse at night if I wanted you to teach me swordsmanship.”
Leona said to me with a stiff expression.
“Was I?”
I gave a nonchalant reply even with the furious Leona right in front of me.
At my cheeky response, Leona's brows furrowed coldly. She gripped the hilt of her wooden sword as if suppressing her anger.
I knew she'd hate it if I acted like this. But that's exactly why I was doing it—because I knew she'd hate it.
After all, Leona was a bitch in heat with a [Submission Desire]. Don't be fooled by her facade as a cool female knight. Deep down, she was a slutty non-virgin who got her pussy wet from being dominated.
So she'd get way more turned on submitting to a total asshole who set the appointment himself but showed up late, forgetting all about it, rather than someone who accidentally ran late and apologized.
'That's right, isn't it, Leona? You're pretending to be mad at me on the outside... but really, you're hoping a little that I'll overpower you. I can see it all, you know.'
“I upheld my promise as a knight to be your sparring partner. But I have no reason to let you toy with me any further... so I'll be going now.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Leona turned away decisively.
With Isabella gone, it was the sharp attitude befitting the estate's top knight and the proud vice-captain of House Kraus.
I snatched the wrist of Leona, who was brushing past my shoulder at the door to leave.
But.
Thwack!
“Eut.”
Leona shook off my hand without even glancing at me. With that single small motion, my body staggered back ungracefully.
An overwhelming gap in muscle power.
I knew it in my head, but feeling the difference firsthand again drew a hollow laugh from me. Just moments ago in the laundry room, I'd dominated Anna completely, but in front of Leona, I was utterly helpless.
But that didn't mean I couldn't Corruption Training her. Just approach each bitch differently.
For the anxious, terrified Anna desperately hoping for salvation, playing the lovesick romantic noble young master had worked wonders.
For this pervert bitch who preached honor and pride while secretly peeping on me and Lia fucking and masturbating to it... I just had to stab her competitive spirit and submission kink with my cock.
I turned around and called out to Leona, who was already striding across the Training Grounds.
“You upheld the promise, Leona? Don't lie. You broke your promise to me. And now you're running away from me again. Just like that day. Yeah, whatever. Go ahead and leave. I don't want to see a knight who knows nothing of honor or promises. Pfft, a knight? She's just a woman in the end. No helping how she talks out both sides of her mouth. Makes sense, though—scars aren't just on her face.”
Leona's brisk footsteps halted.
I smirked vilely at the sight.
Leona turned back around. She strode quickly toward me and stopped.
“Say that again.”
She lifted her head, staring straight into my face, radiating murderous intent.
The threat of exposing her shameful deeds to Isabella wouldn't work anymore.
Isabella was away from the castle, out beyond the walls on a solo monster subjugation.
Push Leona too hard here, and she'd kill me.
But I wasn't scared at all.
Ever since that endless sex duel with Leona in the Training Warehouse last time, I'd perfectly figured out how to Corruption Training her.
Leona was an easy mark. Her combat power might be a hundred times Anna's, but she could be even easier than Anna.
“I said you're a knight who knows nothing of promises or honor, Leona.”
I replied to the shorter Leona—whom I had to look down at—with a tone and gaze that utterly dismissed her, as if her intimidating aura wasn't several times mine.
“A knight... who knows nothing of honor? Young Master... you utter wastrel. Even as a genius of House Kraus, surely you know what it means to insult a knight.”
Leona's hand subtly reached toward the wooden sword at her waist, then withdrew.
But that wasn't mercy. She was saying she could beat me to death barehanded without needing a wooden sword.
“You made a promise with me and didn't keep it.”
“What are you—? I waited in the Training Warehouse until the appointed time, just as you said!”
“With your clothes on?”
“Pardon?”
“You waited with your clothes on, didn't you? Our deal that night was for you to wait naked, pussy warmed up and ready for me to slam right in, masturbating. So why are you dressed? And why isn't your pussy drooling yet?”
“Wh-what the hell are you saying? That's ridiculous!”
Bellow! Leona's shout echoed across the Training Grounds and into the castle.
Seizing the moment she realized her mistake and glanced panicked toward the castle, I yanked her wrist and naturally dragged her into the Training Warehouse. I locked the door, sealing us in a private room for two.
“Let go!”
She shook me off easily again, but now I was blocking the door. To get out, Leona would have to shove me aside with all her strength.
She sensed it too—panic mixed with strange anticipation in her gaze.
“Masturbation report.”
I commanded her, legs crossed, back against the door, hands in my pockets, totally laid-back.
“Pardon?”
“You were supposed to wait naked, masturbating, then report how you did it when I arrived. That was the deal. Right?”
“Ridiculous! Get out of the way!”
Leona stormed toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I seized the opening, spread my arms wide to activate Male Pheromone and waft my scent over her, then tossed a simple jab at her fierce competitive spirit.
“Scared?”
“...What?”
“Don't 'what' me. Can a vice-captain talk like that to the family heir? Oh, I get it. Commoner blood means you don't know basic etiquette.”
Grind!
Hitting her complexes—being a woman, a commoner—outright enraged her.
Leona's two skills.
Never gives up, no matter what.
Upholds honor even in defeat.
These fueled her insanely strong competitive drive. A huge asset in monster hunts or duels, but a fatal weakness here.
“Young Master, shut that mouth before I force you to... Even you should know some things you can say and some you can't... Kyat! Wh-what are you doing?!”
Leona, putting on airs, jolted in surprise as I suddenly dropped my pants and exposed my cock. For the first time, she showed a cute, girlish reaction fitting her age.
'Mmm, that's tasty. Cute... even if she's a non-virgin.'
Just yesterday she'd been moaning on my dick, but this shy, flustered look was almost virgin-like.
My inner unicorn twitched, and my cock stiffened right up. But not fully erect yet—just semi-hard.
“25 to 0.”
I thrust my throbbing cock subtly toward her as I spoke.
“Wh-what? Pull your pants up first!”
Leona turned her head, covering her face with her palm. But she peeked through her fingers at my cock.
A slutty non-virgin reaction mixed with shy virgin vibes.
‘This crazy... p-pervert bastard! Why'd he drop his pants all of a sudden?! ...B-but... is a guy's thing... supposed to be that big? I've only seen that wastrel's outside... so I wouldn't know♥♥♥’
Leona's inner thoughts wavered between virgin and non-virgin too. My cock stayed semi-erect.
I continued.
“25 to 0—that's our duel record. I'm overwhelmingly winning. You're getting crushed.”
“......”
My arrogant taunt fired up her competitive side; she stopped blushing and hardened her expression, waiting for my next words.
“If you'd waited naked, pussy warmed up from masturbating, then given me your masturbation report the moment I arrived... I'd accept a rematch. Remember? Or has your head gone as sloppy as your pussy, Vice-Captain? Eung?”
I sidled closer, tapping her hand and thigh with my glans.
Leona bristled with disgust, ready to swing her wooden sword and beat me dead. But that was just surface. Mind Reading showed she was secretly savoring the feel of my cock on her thigh.
“Even if you leave this Training Warehouse defeated and creampied, I don't care. I don't even want to fuck a bitch like you. There are plenty of other women lining up to offer their pussies to me. No need for a scarred-up, overly muscled tomboy who—”
“Stop.”
Leona finally spoke at my blatant digs.
My cock's blatant Male Pheromone spray and the casual Gaslighting woven into my words had hit home.
But that wasn't all. The reason she didn't shove me aside and leave right then...
“Stop?”
I sneered back at her.
“I said stop. I won't tolerate any more insults to a knight's honor.”
Outwardly cocky. But inside?
‘It's... getting hard... Now that I'm looking, it's stiffening... That huge thing went inside me that night?’
“Hng, fine. I'll accept the rematch.”
“...Really?”
“On one condition. If you uphold the promise 'knight-like' and honorably, even if late.”
“......”
“If you beat me this time, I won't tell Sis about your sins. Hell, I won't even talk to you anymore. How's that?”
“......”
“Hey, don't take so long thinking. Scared?”
My latest jab fully ignited her competitive fire. Leona bowed her head with a deep sigh.
But when she looked up, her eyes sparkled, fists clenched tight in proof of her drive.
“Tonight... won't end like last time. Brace yourself, Young Master. Underestimate me like this, and that big cock of yours... will get broken bad.”
'Kuhahaha!'
There it was! The pathetic pussy's bluff full of bravado, defeat already sealed!
I desperately pulled my lips down to stifle the bursting laugh.
Otherwise, I'd crack up insanely and get murdered by enraged Leona.
'Easy. Too easy. How are you easier than Anna, Leona? First-class swordsmanship, but your pussy's third-rate—no, worse. A worthless hole overflowing with just competitive bullshit!'
I inwardly mocked the proud knight lady as I sat on a suitable spot to hear her masturbation report.
Leona's arousal has risen sharply!
Her arousal had been around 30 the moment we entered. Now up 20 more to 50.
Probably reliving what we did here got her hot.
I lounged arrogantly on an old wooden crate, waiting for the proud knight lady's lips to part.
A chill Training Grounds breeze seeped through the cracks, but naked Leona standing before me was flushed red from intense shame, body heating up.
“Haa... haa...”
Her reddened ears peeked through silver hair. Her gaze wandered the air, hit my semi-hard cock—half soft, half stiff—then slammed to the floor.
“What? Vice-Captain. Report properly.”
“...Th-that's... hng.”
“Better speak quick. My patience isn't endless. If you want our duels done forever at 25 straight losses, keep your mouth shut.”
Another competitive scratch flipped her switch.
Unyielding Will and Knight's Pride. Top-tier skills I'd considered copying, but the warped drive they bred made her like this.
Leona took a deep breath, straightened her disrupted posture into perfect vice-captain at-attention.
But her ear tips burned crimson, thighs quivering faintly.
“Re-reporting...”
Her tense, cracked voice.
But that forced, rigid, official knight tone made my crotch throb.
If she'd vulgarly spilled her masturbation like a slut, it might not turn me on. But this...
A proud knight lady, posture strict and solemn like reporting monster subjugation, face deadly serious... recounting how she fingered her own pussy. That gap made my cock harder than anything.
Of course, Leona seemed oblivious.
“Good. Time, place, specific acts. Report precisely by the five W's.”
“Reporting!”
“Huh? Why yell? Say it right.”
“...Reporting. ...A-around 11 PM last night. In my private quarters on the second floor of the main building... on the bed...”
Leona's lips trembled with shame, but she desperately continued for a proper report.
“Re-reviewing... my duel with Young Master... I trained... my lower body.”
“Knight order's reporting is a mess. 'Lower body training'? No skipping specifics, Vice-Captain—exact terms and acts.”
Tears of humiliation beaded at her eyes from my cold critique.
But soon she clenched her jaw, overcame the shame with knightly will, and parted moist lips to stick out her pink tongue.
“...I... hng, fingered... my own pussy.”
A vulgar word like pussy.
“How?”
“Y-yes?”
“How did you do it?”
“......”
“Reporting's a mess, Vice-Captain. Exactly how—method, fingers, how deep, how many orgasms. Spell it out. That's proper reporting.”
Gaslighting
“Y-yes... y-yes... L-like this. Like thiiiis♥♥ Ohot, I'm cummiiiing!”
