Prideful Pet Knight and Midnight Territory Patrol (3)

"In detail. Don't just skim over how you fingered your pussy—tell me exactly how many times you came, which spots felt the best when you touched them, and explain it properly, Vice-Captain."

I said it with a perfectly serious expression, my voice grave as if we were in the middle of a monster subjugation meeting.

"……While imagining your, um…… that big, hard cock…… sliding into me…… I shoved two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fingers from my right hand as deep into my pussy as they could go…… and pistoned them in and out."

"How long?"

"……Until my fingers cramped…… without stopping…… I rubbed nonstop."

With every word she forced out, Leona's breathing grew more ragged. It wasn't from shame. Her body was heating up in real time, reliving last night's pleasure.

"And the result?"

"In the end…… I couldn't hold back my moans, and I soaked the bedsheets completely with my love juices……."

Leona trailed off, bowing her head. But above her crown came the torrent of her inner thoughts.

"……That's all."

I suppressed the urge to dive between her legs and suck on that pussy as a reward for her perfectly contradictory, cock-throbbingly hot masturbation report. Instead, I haughtily lifted my chin.

"Excellent report. I now fully understand how you got all horny last night and leaked pussy juice everywhere by yourself."

"Eut……."

"Alright, then. Time for your cleaning blowjob first."

"Y-Yes? What do you mean?"

"We're dueling anyway, right? If my cock goes into your pussy all filthy like this and gets washed in your love juices, I don't mind at all?"

"……Understood. Have it your way. But know this—your looking down at me so arrogantly like now…… this is the last time."

Her outward glare, brimming with murderous intent, clashed wildly with her inner thoughts.

Was it the steady buildup of her Submission and Corruption that I'd cultivated? The power of my Yin Gate Engraving still etched on her belly?

No, those played a part, but the real key factor was—

Swipe—squeeze!

"Kyaaht!"

Leona let out a slutty moan worthy of a bitch in heat, not a knight, as I suddenly reached out and groped her tits.

We'd only agreed to a cleaning blowjob—no permission yet to knead her body like dough.

So this dishonest-pussy knight tried to WWE me in retaliation, just as always.

"These are soft. Your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skin's all smooth and supple."

"Wh-What?"

"You're pretty, Leona."

I smirked and showered her with female-praise tailored to her insecurities—small tits, scarred body, rough skin—like a healer curing her complexes.

After conquering Anna, my Charm had risen nicely as a reward, so my smile probably looked even more handsome than before.

"……Lies. Ridiculous lies. Stop it. Why would a playboy like you like my scrawny body?"

A single point of Affection gained. But in response, she wouldn't even meet my eyes, brushed off my hand, and spat self-deprecating words.

So different from her confident swagger during sword training.

'Hoo, I get it.'

Leona was undoubtedly a beauty, but far from the typical ideal in this world.

The standard was pale, flawless skin; no sword training or manual labor, so plump and fleshy. Voluptuous types ruled.

Leona turned me on plenty, but she was the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠polar opposite—no wonder her confidence tanked here.

"I don't lie to a woman right in front of me, Leona. Your tits…… they make my cock hard."

I stroked the shoulders of Leona as she carefully knelt before my cock and said it.

No lie. Just watching her flushed face had my dick going from half-hard to about 70%.

"Kuh! Enough! Stop it! I already know how you toy with women with that sweet talk!"

'She's into it but playing hard to get, this bitch.'

But with her putting up that front of disgust, forcing more praise now would just sound like mockery.

So I shut up for the moment and thrust my cock toward her instead.

First priority: teach this pathetic-pussy bitch—who thought she'd finally beat me in a sex duel after her cleaning BJ—her place.

Leona leaned in toward my cock with a fairly cocky look, her competitive fire blazing hot.

"Ugh, eut! The, the smell! What is this, Young Master! You didn't even wash after training?!"

She pinched her nose with the back of her hand, glared up at me, and yelled.

She had reason to.

After railing Anna without a proper wash, my cock reeked of her pussy juice, saliva, and my dried cum mixed together.

But damn, it was a musky, cock-hardening stench too.

"Insolent bitch. After cumming your brains out on this cock."

I replied indifferently. It wasn't me sucking it clean, after all.

"B-But the smell is really!"

"You're getting your pussy wet from that smell, Leona—what's the problem? And between us."

"What 'us' is there?!"

"We did it over ten times in one night because once wasn't enough."

"Never happened!"

"What? You pounced on me that day."

It was my Submission and Arousal skills at work, but undeniable fact—she shut her mouth. Soon, steeling herself, she parted her lips cautiously and took my cock in.

Since I'd told her upfront that making me cum with a BJ was her win, Leona put in decent effort for her—twirling her tongue, bobbing her head…… but nah, this lame BJ couldn't make me cum even if I wanted to.

Couldn't compare to Lia's expert skills, and even Anna—petite with a small mouth that couldn't take my whole cock—was better than this.

Still, watching Leona's face as she diligently cleaned my cock despite the humiliation? Pure bliss.

"Slurp, slurp, mmmph, chuup, churuup, slop."

"Ooh, yeah, Leona, right there. Suck that spot harder."

"Don't order me—! ……Churup, slurp, chururuup, schlick, sluuuurp."

"Mmm, yeah, oooh, gonna cum soon… kek… gonna cum, Leona. Good girl, listening so well. Suck right there—my weak spot."

"Chururuup, glurk, shluuup, schlick-schlick, sloooorp, gulp."

My cock, soaked in Anna's scent, was now drenched in Leona's instead.

But I hadn't even leaked pre-cum, let alone cum.

Leona finished the cleaning BJ, rubbing her sore jaw muscles, and glared at me—not with resentment, but full competitive fury ignited.

"Young Master! What is this?!"

Leona said.

"What? The duel you wanted. I even picked a favorable event for your pathetic pussy—swordsmanship. Even a lame-pussy like you won't lose ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sword duel to me, right?"

I replied boredly, swinging my cock to tap Leona's "sword."

"Urghhh!"

Just that made her buckle at the waist with a wail.

Makes sense—it was a dildo jammed in her pussy.

She was just clenching her pussy walls to keep the handle gripped tight.

"Alright, let's start. This duel is Dildo Swordsmanship. You wouldn't run from a sword fight, would you, Vice-Captain?"

"Mocking sacred swordsmanship—"

I pressed my cock-shaft against the dildo buried in her pussy and twisted my hips sideways.

Leona's dildo got shoved aside. The handle inside her pussy started churning her depths.

"Th-This isn't swordsmanship!"

"It is. Hard rods clashing rods."

"No it's not!"

"Yeah, it is."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I swung my cock repeatedly at the dildo she barely held with her pussy grip, and pussy juice gushed out.

With all that lube, the dildo was about to slip free from her pussy soon.

"Urghhh! Uuugh!"

"Yes, Vice-Captain Pathetic Pussy about to lose."

'Who'd have thought the retarded Dildo Swordsmanship skill from training Lia would come in handy.'

I chuckled, pressing my cock against her dildo again.

"Just stab my belly properly with your dildo, and you win. Can't give you more handicap than that, Leona. Come on, swing your sword like you beat me bloody in that public duel last time."

I Gaslit her as if this duel favored her utterly, wagging my cock and tapping the asshole below her already dildo-stuffed pussy.

"Uuughhh!"

Everyone knows a prideful woman's weak spot is her ass.

My victory was sealed without even trying—this was pure fun now.

Soon Leona hit a massive orgasm, squirting pussy juice and dropping the dildo from her pussy.

She demanded a rematch—got her belly pressed by my cock-thrust and knelt before me.

Another rematch—distracted by my cock-waggling, then blindsided by a kiss, cumming again.

And again, again, again—about ten losses for Leona.

Thus, forcing "that" on her was effortless.

Click.

The cold clink of metal buckle echoed in the Training Warehouse.

A dog collar locked tight around the pale neck of the knight among knights, the prideful Vice-Captain revered by the territory's people.

"Y-Young Master…… this…… eut."

"Who was it begging for rematches ten times after I said no? Keep your oath, Leona. From this moment until sunrise, you're a dog. Not Kraus family Vice-Captain—just my personal pet…… hmm, what to name you?"

"……."

"Silver…… Silver……? Yeah, Silver! Matches your silver hair perfectly!"

"There's a limit to insulting a knight, mmph!"

I fitted a leather mask over Leona's face, flushed with equal parts humiliation and arousal. Then donned one myself.

All adult toys Lia had bought last time, unused and gathering dust.

"How's it feel, Leona?"

Even I, the mastermind, felt something shift wearing the mask.

How must a non-virgin knight with Submission Desire feel?

'Kekeke, uhuahua.'

No need to ask.

The dildo plugged in her asshole as a tail was wagging like crazy—like a pup thrilled to see its owner.

"Good, all prepped. Time for a walk, Le…… Silver."

I patted Leona's ass with uncharacteristic gentleness.

She wasn't a non-virgin knight now—she was my pet Silver. Gotta treat her right.

I'm no trash who abuses his pet.

"……You're serious, Young Master? Like this…… in this state…… out of the manor at this hour?"

Smack!

I swung my palm straight at her backtalking ass.

"Hey! Silver! Why's my bitch talking human?!"

"Ah, guh-eut!"

Pain? No—pleasure.

The thrill of this shameful pose, this slutty getup, entrusting her ass to a far weaker man.

Leona came harder than she'd ever shown me—pussy and womb satisfied, even her perverted tastes fully sated.

Her brain-fried non-virgin bitch pussy squirted like a hose, pushing the dildo right out of her ass.

"Let's go, Silver."

"Wuuugh…… wuuuung…… N-No, not that. Anything but that. If someone sees……."

I picked up the fallen dildo from the warehouse floor—smeared in her pussy juice—and shoved it into her insolent mouth.

Then, in the merciless tone of a dog owner's command:

"Why's my pup talking human? Bark."

"Huh?"

"Bark. Like the defeated bitch you are."

Leona had no reason to obey this humiliating order from a much weaker man.

Unless she craved it deep down.

"……Woof!"

"Ahahahaha!"

"Waaang! Waf! Woof woof! Yap, meng! Woof woof woof!"

"Good girl! Perfect! Now, walkies, Silver!"

I patted her head and ass, then tugged the leash.

Leona resisted a bit at first, but a stern glare and another tug had her crawling on all fours to the door.

'Walk time. No—territory normalization time!'