Dark... No, Unicorn Knight (6)
Leona's affection has exceeded 80!
You can now use Stat Injection on Leona!
Leona's Affection: 80+
Stat Injection unlocked!
"What the fuck, seriously."
Why the hell was her affection spiking now? What was Leona even doing at this hour?
I had no clue... but whatever. It was good news.
Sure, Stat Injection wouldn't boost my combat power directly, which was a bummer. But Leona was already in no position to defy me. Making my pet even stronger was basically the same as powering myself up.
As I headed back to my room, I mentally recapped everything I'd pulled off from noon till dawn.
It had all wrapped up nice and neat.
With Anna lured in, Kent's pathetic scheme would backfire and stab him right in the gut. Eric's lapdog Gareth was already skewered by my blade, his corpse probably cooling on the ground by now.
Leona, who'd been so defiant toward me, had crossed affection 80, so handling her from here on would be a breeze. And with Stat Injection, I could crank her power higher every time.
Plus, I'd scored an unexpected bonus.
Reverse Scale Lv.1
When HP ≤30%, next attack power amplified by 250%.
I'd just offed a regular enemy, and bam—stats up clean, plus a fresh skill to use.
"......"
Up till now, I'd figured the only way to get stronger in this world was one thing: toppling women with the power of Corruption Training.
That was all the original Werner ever did. Despite being a knight by birth, he couldn't give two shits about monster hunts or whatever...
But what was this?
Chop off one Gareth fucker's head, and my stats jump like this? Clean and simple?
Screw Corruption Training then—maybe I should just go lop off Eric's head right—
No, I'd get fucked first. Even a single knight like Gareth could come at me because my status in the family was rock bottom. My allies in this castle right now? Just Leona, Lia, and Anna. Isabella, who I was counting on, still hadn't returned for some reason. Gotta play it careful. And anyway, toppling women gives way better rewards with less risk.
This time around, Leona—my Corruption Training project—was the MVP of the Gareth takedown. It wasn't my raw skill that did it.
With that in mind, I ditched any thoughts of going full Kael from the original story and hurried to my room.
Dawn was breaking soon.
No detectives or forensics in this world, so no worries about getting caught. But until I had Eric's leash fully in my grip, it was caution, caution, and more caution.
Get back to my room before rumors leaked, change out of these blood- and dirt-stained clothes, then show up at tomorrow's morning meeting like nothing happened—yawning lazily like the worthless playboy everyone thought I was.
I traversed the dark hallway and stopped in front of my door.
And—
Froze.
Hand on the knob.
"......?"
Light was leaking through the door crack.
It was 4 a.m.
The magic lamp was on.
"......"
I considered ignoring it and bailing, but changed my mind.
Footsteps already made—running now would just turn suspicion into certainty.
I held my breath, twisted the knob slow. Real slow.
Brain racing.
Who the fuck's awake in my room at this hour? Leftover Gareth goons I missed? Eric's tracker? Low odds on both. So then—
I opened the door.
"......Master."
A familiar voice hit my ears.
Click. A light sound, and relief shot down my spine to my toes—then flipped to chills, goosebumps prickling my arms.
Lia was sitting in my desk chair.
At 4 a.m. Still in her maid uniform, not pajamas. Back ramrod straight. Staring at me without a twitch.
Her bloodshot eyes told me she'd been like that for a long-ass time.
"Lia, what the hell. Turn off the magic lamp. Waste of mana."
I played it cool as I stepped inside, but...
"You're... awfully late today. You always drop by at lunch to... plug me, but you forgot today too."
Lia slowly curled just the corners of her mouth. Not a normal smile. A fresh, innocent one that'd make any guy fall hard—if you forgot she wasn't a virgin.
Problem was, only her mouth was smiling.
Her eyes weren't laughing at all.
Made it even creepier.
From the second I opened the door and stepped in, starting to shrug off my coat solo, her gaze had been nailed to my face. No maid help needed.
From that moment till now, Lia hadn't blinked once. Just stared at my face.
"......" "......"
"......" "......"
Suffocating silence.
Lia broke it first—with her nose.
Her nostrils flared faintly, paused, then widened a bit.
"......Blood. Smells like blood."
She rose slowly from the chair. The scrape of it dragging back grated my nerves.
"Blood on you, Master. And..."
She took a step toward me. Her unfocused, faintly mad eyes licked over every tiny stain on my clothes.
"Some disgusting... bitch in heat smell too."
Target 'Lia''s Obsession stat has broken the threshold!
Abnormal Status: Obsession 30 - Separation Anxiety
▶ Effects: Affection gain 2x. Submission gain 2x. (But if no long sex sessions, Affection drops 5x faster)
▶ Trait: Constantly monitors your actions.
Fuck...
The shit that happened to original Werner was starting on me now.
A bit sooner than expected, but not a total surprise. I scanned the popup quick.
Separation anxiety, huh.
Affection and submission pump like crazy, but skip filling her needs on time and it blows up like a time bomb.
That's why original Werner couldn't just fuck every hot girl in sight.
"Young master... who? Who were you with?"
Lia was right in front of me now, up on her toes, nose buried in my neck, sniffing as she asked.
Probably reeked of a bunch of women.
Starting with Anna from lunch, proud knight Leona, shameless silver-haired maso bitch, and even the nameless slave girl I saved today.
But no need to tell Lia that.
Me, freaking out and making excuses because some non-virgin's throwing a fit?
Why the fuck would I? Not an idiot.
Even original Werner wouldn't pull that shit.
I stripped off my clothes, nodded at my personal maid to do the laundry, then stared down at her with cold, sunken eyes.
"And?"
"......Pardon?"
"Why the fuck do I gotta report every detail of my day to some lowly maid?"
My icy retort made her shoulders tremble.
Her face twisted—rage, betrayal, all buried under raw possessiveness. She lunged, grabbing the bloody collar of my shirt tight.
Bad popup, but I stayed calm.
From the affection drop readout, I figured it out: at this obsession level, affection only tanks hard if you violate the penalty. Otherwise, the drop's minimal.
"Who is it? Who'd you roll around with? Which filthy bitch touched my master's body without permission?!"
Proud knight Leona...? Yeah, she wouldn't buy it even if I confessed.
I just savored her desperate upturned face. I was beat. Too much shit today.
But to clamp down proper on this cheeky bitch's leash, half-assed sweet-talk wouldn't cut it.
She was Eric's spy sent to me from the start. Craving status big time.
Sweet seduction like with Anna wouldn't work.
So, only one way to shut her mouth and that obsession-dripping pussy: plug 'em both right now.
I snatched her wrist.
"Ahh!"
No chance to resist—I yanked her in, hurled her rough onto my bed.
"M-Master...!"
She tumbled onto the mattress, looking up flustered. I tossed my bloody outerwear, climbed on top, pinned both her wrists with one hand. My boosted strength from the Gareth hunt crushed her—she could barely breathe.
Nah, didn't seem like she wanted to anyway. Arousal shooting straight up, like she'd provoked me on purpose hoping for this.
Fuck, non-virgins really don't need any special treatment!
"Ow, it hurts! Let go! I'll scream, I'll—"
"Shut your mouth, Lia. And listen good. Who touches my body, who I fuck—who gives a shit. Not your business."
No foreplay, and she was already panting. I shoved my face to her ear.
Hot breath hit, and her hips twitched reflexively.
That slutty pussy I'd trained to my tastes. Cunt pussy. Just a nudge and it's gushing—lewd, tasty non-virgin cunt.
No matter how wiped I was, couldn't sleep without pounding it once.
"Cheeky maid bitch. Time for some education."
Riiip—!
I shredded her maid uniform.
"A non-virgin daring to pull yandere shit?"