Reverse Spy Corruption Training (3)

At the farthest end of the castle, behind the old stable. In the shade where sunlight barely reached, I stood leaning against a pillar, draped in a black cloak just like before. I'd had Lia stir up a diversion beforehand to keep Anna out of danger, so I figured there was no way we'd get caught... but a bit of unease gnawed at me anyway.

Should I have come myself? I scowled, thinking of Anna's frail little body. Unlike me, if she got nabbed by the guards, she'd be locked up in an instant—and if they tortured her, she wouldn't last.

No, that's only if things went to the absolute worst. It was safer for her this way than me sticking my neck out over nothing. But as I mulled that over, I frowned in surprise at my own thoughts.

Damn... when did I start feeling this fondness for a non-virgin like her? I glared at Anna with unicorn-like hatred—the one who'd stirred this mix of sympathy and affection in me, probably born from that fuck session—but it didn't stick the way I wanted. I reminded myself she'd come to betray me at first, but that didn't help either. Her obsessive love for me. Pure enough to call it one true love.

That doesn't suit a non-virgin like you, Anna. But my fondness for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her wouldn't fade, needling my unicorn instincts, when I sensed footsteps. I turned to see Anna approaching with a flushed face and a basket in hand. The sight of her made me grin—genuinely, to my embarrassment as a unicorn.

"...Young master, I brought it."

I held out my hand wordlessly. Anna pulled a leather-bound ledger from the basket and offered it up with both hands. Her fingertips trembled faintly. Not from fear—I could tell that much without mind-reading.

I grasped the ledger's edge and flipped open the first page. It was crammed with tiny script: names of estate folk, transaction dates, amounts received, sign-offs from handlers. Below that, Eric's signature—and beside it, another in elegant script.

That's probably... Ophilia? The slave trader outside the castle. She doesn't appear in the original story... but she seems like a big player. Gotta look into her.

"......"

I turned the pages slowly. Every report Eric had sent to the slaver was copied and bound here. Now that it was in my hands, I had solid evidence to get that bastard executed.

But I lack the muscle. Leona alone isn't enough. Bad timing to rile up Isabella's knights either. She needs to get back soon.

War loomed. Starting an internal brawl now would cripple our defenses. I had to excise Eric and Kent—the rotten core—like carving out decay with a scalpel, not hacking away with an axe. Precisely. And then... and then... and again...

Lost in thought, I felt a prickling stare on my face and set the ledger down. Anna gazed at me with sparkling eyes. Without realizing, I stroked her hair.

"No trouble, right?"

Ecstatic at my attention, Anna beamed and nodded vigorously, then wore a faintly proud expression as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she replied.

"Kent asked if I'd smeared monster bait on your clothes. As if he doesn't know I'm dripping a drop on his every day."

"Good girl."

My fingers ruffled her hair again, patted her shoulder lightly. Her small frame shivered under the touch. Mind-reading revealed her heart:

Pure love, no negativity—just devotion. I stepped closer, pulled her gently into my arms with a tender smile.

"......"

My cloak draped over her shoulders. Her forehead rested against my collarbone.

"...Young master......"

A soft whisper, loaded with emotion. I cradled her back with one hand, stroked her crown slowly with the other.

"What's wrong, Anna?"

"...Y-yes, um... Young master......"

"Speak."

"...I, I......"

"......"

"......I was scared. So... so......"

Her words trailed off. I finished for her.

"Got it, Anna. You want me to stuff you, right?"

"...Yes♥"

"Lie down. I'll fuck you."

"Y-yes!"

She spread a fresh sheet from the laundry basket—still smelling clean—on the ground, then lay back carefully, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hiking up her worn skirt. Her cheeks burned with shame, but her exposed pussy between spread legs showed no hesitation. Already drooling slick. As a unicorn, I should hate that... so why didn't I?

Anyway, rewarding her properly was essential for my plans. I shed my cloak, overlaid her body. Her slender frame strained under my weight but hugged my broad back with her tiny arms, desperate to hold me fully. I kissed her cheek, lapped her earlobe in gentle affection, caressed her petite form softly—while summoning a system window in the air.

Pathetic bottom-tier stats, as expected. Far below the civilian average of 5. At least her Sense was decent.

And... with my own Mana at 1, she must have aptitude there too.

Her affection had broken 100, unlocking Skill Pregnancy from Corruption Training. No clue what it did yet.

If Affection 80 gave Stat Injection, this probably enhances women too—maybe creates new skills? I can copy them with Skill Copy, so it's not just buffing them; it powers me up.

Bit disappointing. Better to impregnate someone sturdy like Leona for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠superior skills. But I'd use it on Anna. Not pity—though that played a part. Rationally, it made sense.

Unlike Lia, who I have to constantly gaslight and manage her yandere obsessions, Anna hit Affection 100 in just two meetings. Utterly obedient. No jealousy over other girls, zero betrayal risk. Worth investing in.

Her weak stats? Fix with Stat Injection. Missing skills? Skill Pregnancy creates them. I recalled original Werner—picking only superior women, ending up executed—and kissed Anna's lips.

"Mmmph, mmph, Young masteerrr."

War was coming; I needed combat-ready non-virgins like Leona now. But long-term, a loyal devotee like Anna was essential.

Better than Lia, who scratches if I skip a day. Anna's perfect as a dedicated maid.

Sucking her lips, I trailed my tongue down her jaw to her nape.

But no Skill Pregnancy yet. Her Stamina-3 body couldn't handle it—even if it's a skill, it'd wreck her.

So first, Stat Injection. To use a high-loyalty Anna, toughen that glass body.

No time with Leona tonight anyway. Half my Virility stat to Anna.

Decision made, I licked up from her nipple to kiss her soft lips again. I craved seeding this obedient bitch's womb now—but suppressed the urges for seed and strength. No brutal doggy like with Leona last night, no merciless mating press like Lia this morning. Pure, loving missionary to convey my affection.

"Mmph, mm... Young... master......"

Her sweet lips parted, welcoming my tongue. I tangled saliva, aligned my rigid cock with her sopping entrance. Slowly—like handling fragile treasure—I pushed into her pussy.

"Ah, aaaah...! Young... master...... So, so big...... But... warm......"

Tears of joy streamed from her eyes. My unicorn switch flickered. Pure pleasure-wise, no match for Lia, Leona, or Selin. Lia's violent mutual masturbation. Leona's excitement at submitting despite superior stamina. But those were power struggles or master-bitch dynamics. This was...

Near-pure love.

No violence or gaslighting—just raw connection. Her pure devotion pulsed through her tight walls. Her pussy gripped my cock relentlessly. I gripped her small hips, pistoned gently but deeply.

Squelch, squish—

"Haaang, aaah, aaaang...! Young masteer, Young master...! I, I love it so much......"

Sucking her lips sent jolts of sensation; tonguing her stiff nipple arched her back in a lewd cry. No teasing denial like with Lia or Leona—I came when the urge hit. No brain-melting peak, no post-nut clarity. Just pleasant release.

Stat Injection first!

"Haa, good girl, Anna. Take all of me."

"Yes! Yesss! Cum in me!"

Spurt! Even without deep-thrusting her small frame, my tip kissed her cervix—and semen leaked out, making her tremble violently. Her pussy clenched like it would melt my cock. Seizing the moment, I channeled my pooled Virility deep into her womb.

Splurt—!

"Aaaaah aaaang!! ♥♥♥"

Anna's eyes rolled back in orgasm. My cum glowed golden, flooding from her pussy through her body. Pallid cheeks flushed; her emaciated frame gained faint elasticity.

Now average civilian level. Even original cheats Kyle or Lucian struggled to raise stats. Doing this in one fuck? Broken.

Explains why original Werner failed—though the author rigged it. Anyway, the scrawny laundry maid evolved into a proper vessel with one load.

"Haa, haa... Y-Young master... My body's so light, so hot....... What's this...?"

I hesitated but—with Affection 100, no Yin Gate or Corruption yet—saw no need to lie to my obedient Anna.

"My power. How's the body feel?"

"C-Comfortable. Never felt this good in my life......"

"Good."

With Stamina boosted, I nipped her breast lightly.

"Ow!"

Teeth marks around her nipple—more pain than pleasure, yet no rebellion. Lia would've raged until I pounded her missionary. Post-cum, I stayed buried, licked sweat from her brow. Stronger arms hugged my neck; she nuzzled my chest.

"Don't settle for this, Anna. Whenever there's time, I'll feed you my cum and raise you into a sturdy bitch."

"Yess, yesss...! Young master! I'll take it all in my womb...!"

This blind bitch daring pure love as a non-virgin. Imagining engraving Skill Pregnancy someday, I thrust lazily again.

"Kyaa, Young master! More! Moreee♥♥"

Anna wrapped her legs around my waist in missionary, screaming into my neck. Panting, I dumped into her womb. Burning Virility liberally drained more Stamina than hours with others—but this non-virgin would repay with skills beyond my investment. Reason enough to keep thrusting.