Midnight Patrol with My Proud Pet Knight (4)
Manhands—no, since she was in full puppy bitch mode now, it was bare paws. With Isabella away, Leona, the strongest in the manor, hadn't taken a single scratch.
Far from it. As if she'd never been humiliated at all, the moment we stepped outside, she crawled ahead of me like she was loving the walk, leaving me a bit winded just trying to keep up.
Of course, whenever she sensed someone nearby and froze, I'd have to finger-fuck her pussy to restart her engine—a frequent necessity.
Slipping cautiously out of the training grounds, I headed up the hillside toward the village where the commoners lived beyond the walls.
I really wanted to parade Vice-Captain Leona's state in front of the knights and soldiers still dutifully manning the walls nearby, but alas, I'd chosen a steep, deserted mountain path.
So even just walking was tough.
"Hoo, this is exhausting."
Sure enough, this body's stats were trash. Sex? I could go all day. But a little stroll and I'm already gassed.
Still, my conviction hadn't changed: the first stat to pump wasn't stamina, but virility.
I stopped midway up the hill, and Leona crawled over, tugging at my pant leg with her teeth and barking insistently.
She was saying we'd get caught here, but hurry up and let's go.
Just like a frisky puppy begging its master for a walk.
This crazy non-virgin bitch... has she forgotten it's all concept play and turned into a real doggy slut?
But her obedient display was pretty damn hot, so I seized the moment to shove my cock through her mask against her lips.
As if she'd never been barking in panic, Leona focused solely on devouring the "dog treat" thrust before her face.
"Sluuuurp, sluuuuurp!"
I patted her ass—now fully puppy bitch per my orders—and pushed the dildo, which had started slipping out, back deep inside.
"Ooooh yes!"
Leona let out a vulgar moan, rubbing her head against my belly.
Even with her Corruption over 50 triggering [Common Sense Alteration], this was a bit much.
She's probably just loving it. Ahaha.
I stifled a laugh in my mind, but sadly, this wasn't about properly training Leona right now.
Breaking in this trash pussy non-virgin? I could do that anytime later.
More important was scouting outside the manor.
Even after all this time since possessing Werner, I still didn't fully grasp this world.
Lia, Eric's spy, was already conquered by my dick and fed him nothing but lies. Anna, sent by Kent, had fallen for me instead and become my absolute ally.
But my life was still in danger.
Inside the manor, too many eyes and people knew me—Eric couldn't act openly.
But outside? Especially now, with mercenaries flooding in for the upcoming monster war and commoners evacuating from beyond the walls into chaotic overcrowding?
The wastrel young master gets drunk, stumbles out, slips to his death—or picks a fight with clueless mercenaries who kill him, unaware of his status.
Eric could easily write that script to off me.
But not anymore.
"Right, Silver?"
I haughtily called out to my pet knight bitch, who was boldly gnawing my "dog treat" with her canines.
"Mmmph? Mmm-mmmph?"
Leona's pretty face was lost in the scent of my cock, sucking and licking with total focus.
Who'd believe this arousing, vulgar, beautiful face belonged to the territory's second-strongest fighter?
But today, I'd crossed swords with her in the training grounds myself, so I knew.
Excluding the beastman mercenary captain holding the line outside and the territory mage on duty inside, no one could beat this vice-captain—my exclusive pet.
Who am I? Leona's owner.
"Let's go, Silver! Rested enough!"
I smacked her ass hard enough to echo—smack!—and sprang up.
"Woof!"
Thrilled at the promise of continued humiliating outdoor training, Leona handed me her collar with her mouth and crawled ahead.
Crawling naked down the dawn mountain path, she showed no sign of cold—instead, pussy juice dripped down her inner thighs.
Imagining her self-loathing when her Arousal, nearly 90, crashed and reason returned, I couldn't hold back the laughter.
Dawn fog blanketed the territory outskirts.
We crested the hill into the lower-class district beyond the walls.
A nauseating stench hit immediately.
Sewer stink, blood, rotting corpses.
Right... this is the world it was. A merciless place even before the NTR drift kicked in.
I recalled the original novel's settings.
Massive monster invasion. Powerless humans. Amid it, nobles indulging in luxury while slaves dreamed of rebellion to escape oppression. Countless other crises.
Even with protagonist Kyle's cheat powers, he couldn't fix most, dooming it to tragedy fuel.
Gripping Leona's collar, I surveyed the grim scene with heavy heart.
Not deserted—yet skeletal elders lay roadside. A mother clutched a long-dead infant, staring blankly. Corpses, mauled or starved, dumped haphazardly in shallow pits.
Rotting bodies I can stomach... but leaving them risks plague. What the fuck are the overseers doing? Oh, right—Eric's crew.
"Haaaah."
A deep sigh escaped.
This was the raw reality of "dark fantasy" I'd only read about.
"What a shithole."
Stepping into the depravity I'd once enjoyed from afar twisted my gut.
Then Silver, trailing me, cautiously stood on two feet.
Done with the dog act—back to Vice-Captain Leona, ready to protect me.
Her Arousal had dropped from 90 to under 10.
Makes sense—no corpse-fetish freak gets horny here.
But I didn't mind her Arousal fading from my careful training.
No longer in the mood for that here anyway.
Today's goal: Use my pre-trained elite bitch not for more corruption, but to clean up the territory.
I deactivated Corruption Training temporarily and, hiding in shadows, activated Mind Reading to eavesdrop on locals' thoughts.
Voices flooded my head—despairing, hopeless. All convinced they'd die in the monster war, distrusting the Kraus knights meant to protect them.
'Can we hold till morning?' 'Monsters come, nobles use us as meat shields and flee to the manor.' 'Better if I die in my sleep...'
Their venomous despair stabbed vividly.
Original Werner used this power only for blackmail fodder on women—never like this.
"...Young master, we should head back to the manor."
Leona spoke calmly, her vulgar cock-sucking glee gone.
I turned from the slum vista to her. Despite mask, collar, dildo-stuffed pussy—her face was nobly knightly.
I tossed her my fur cloak and replied.
"No. Can't do that. I came out to rally the commoners anyway."
"...Pardon? The patrol was to summon them? Then why bring me..."
Truth: torment trash-pussy Leona while scouting outside. But not this bad.
I yanked her collar wordlessly.
Leona followed barefoot cautiously. She'd left without proper sword from naked training, but barehanded unbeatable—no danger to me.
Misreading my cold scan via Mind Reading, she spoke politely—unlike her usual disdain.
"Young master. Regrettably, there's nothing we can do here right now."
I halted toward darker alleys, responding.
"Nothing we can do? Is that knightly talk?"
"...Their plight is tragic, but supplies are finite. Divvy food here, and soldiers starve. In the monster subjugation... we'd be annihilated. Harsh reality, young master—as a noble, you may not grasp it."
Leona justified to herself, reciting this dark fantasy's "common sense": abandon weak, strong survive. Her learned governance.
But flawed.
We'd be annihilated? Not quite.
Commoners, soldiers, knights die fighting. Gluttonous Eric, Kent, inner circle escape via manor magic circle. Me too.
Original Werner likely survived that way. Leona unmentioned despite skill—probably died then.
But.
Now it's different.
I pressed into deeper shadows, glancing at her.
She flinched, then bowed in shame—not lewd, but noble guilt. Unlike Eric's cronies, her conscience stung.
"Forgive showing such filth, but as Kraus blood, face reality. Pity poisons. Night air's cold—return."
"Long excuse, vice-captain."
I cut her coldly. Her eyes shook behind the mask.
"Plenty we can do. No excuses for your incompetence letting slums rot."
"Y-Young master..."
"Quiet. Others might hear. Remember one thing."
My eyes gleamed with resolve—Kraus trait. She shifted.
"What is it?"
"From now on, at these dawn hours, you're not a knight—you're my hunting hound. When master says rip the prey's throat, you rip. No backtalk. Unless you want abandonment."
"......"
"Can't feed everyone now. But as proxy lord's orders, execute mid-route embezzlers of relief goods."
"But young master, that'd...!"
"I know. Political mess. That's why the masks. We're not Kraus Werner and Leona. 'Chance' walkers spotting evil: adventurer Master and pet Silver. Got it?"
I tugged Silver's collar.
She could've crushed me physically, but approached willingly—now inches apart, breaths mingling.
Her gaze upward: not disdain or lust, but strange anticipation.
Leona was non-virgin, disposable... but this was Silver. My cute, precious pet. Worth cherishing.
"What's the plan now? Young... Master."
Silver bared fangs, aroused not by lust—but purpose.
Council mind-read: I'd grasped Eric, Kent, stewards' embezzlement spots/methods.
Planned to strike post-monster war, lacking power... but.
Scrap that. No need now—with territory's top fighter in hand, plus Anna's [Trace Erasure] skill.
"Shall we?"
Not pity from slums—her uncharacteristic slump irked me.
Impulsive, silly reason.
But couldn't leave Leona, who charged desperately despite dick-slaps, so listless.
That doesn't suit you. Suits you snarling challenges, Leona.
I petted my loyal hound, eyeing slum depths.
One of Eric's ugliest secrets lurked there.
I nodded toward the darkest alley, foul magic reeking.
"Let's go, Silver. Time to hunt the rats gnawing Kraus rotten."
"Yes! Young master!"
"Huh? Young master?"
"N-No, I mean... w-woof! Woof woof!"
"Good girl. Hunt hard, reward's your favorite position—pounded doggy-style, right? You pretend not, but it's your top."
"N-Not true!"
"Not? Then no?"
"...Woof♥"
"Ahahaha, ahahaha!"