Corruption Training (3)

The moment I uttered the word 'spy'—

Lia's eyes, which had been glazed over from the drug just moments ago, changed in an instant.

As if proving that this wasn't some romance fantasy world but a dark fantasy, Lia drew a dagger hidden beneath her maid uniform with a murderous glare.

Then, with the same nimble movements she'd shown when I tried to grab her shoulder earlier, she lunged toward me.

But Lia's dagger never pierced me.

It wasn't because I fought back.

On the contrary, having already read her true thoughts through Mind Reading, I stood there defenseless, arms spread wide to welcome her.

"Did you think I wouldn't know you were a spy?"

Of course, the Werner before my possession wouldn't have known.

He was the epitome of a third-rate villain from some trashy erotic tale—a man born into the direct line of the Kraus family yet who'd ruined his entire life.

But he was also a man whose talent for blackmailing and training women was acknowledged even by Lucian.

If he'd been born not in this dark fantasy world but in the modern one, he might have become a great actor—or the most popular host in the clubs. That talent was now unfolding without restraint.

"...Did Eric tell you to stab me with that dagger and run?"

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"......"

I stared straight into Lia's terrified eyes, throwing her a burning gaze.

In this dark fantasy world devoid of any romance, I began imitating the male lead from a modern melodrama—something unimaginable here.

Screw plausibility or betrayal; I'd solve it all with love and forgiveness. Pure forced schmaltz.

But.

In this dark fantasy world, it was working perfectly.

Werner's handsome looks, which contrasted sharply with his utter worthlessness as a wastrel. His superior status as a noble young master. Lia's non-virgin heart, eager to climb the social ladder by seducing one good man.

And... the new plausibility patch applied across this entire erotic tale world after the NTR drift.

All these elements intertwined, creating a synergistic effect.

"Lia, you're innocent. You’ve committed no crime."

I thought non-virgins like Lia deserved life imprisonment just for that, but outwardly, I pressed on shamelessly.

Improvising like the original owner of this body was effortless.

No—unlike when I'd swung the training sword after the meeting, testing it out, this felt utterly natural.

Seducing women.

"Do you want to stab me with that knife?"

"...Pardon?"

"Then do it! You've already stabbed my heart and made it bleed. Stabbing it two or three more times won't hurt any worse!"

I spat out a love confession that sounded like something I'd heard somewhere before, then took a step toward the trembling Lia, forcing back a laugh with heroic endurance.

Lia gripped the dagger handle with both hands, as if ready to kill me if I came closer.

It didn't seem like a bluff, but I took another step forward.

To a third party, it would look like suicidal madness, but to me—who could read Lia's increasingly shaken mind—this was no gamble.

"D-don't come closer! If you do, I'll really stab you!"

Lia aimed the trembling dagger at my throat.

But I didn't dodge. Instead, I stepped even closer, letting the tip press lightly against my Adam's apple.

A stinging pain hit, and a drop of red blood trickled down my neck.

"Y-young master! Are you insane?"

"Stab me, Lia. If you can stab me and escape safely, I'll gladly give you this life."

I gazed deep into her wavering eyes with the world's most wistful, sorrowful expression.

A schmaltzy drama unfolding in a dark fantasy world where even cheap novels were rare treasures.

What I was mimicking was the chaebol youngest son from those trashy dramas my past-life women loved—the guy who adored the poor female lead for no reason.

It seemed childish and obvious to me, but how would it look to a maid native to this dark fantasy world, who'd never seen even crude theater?

"Don't worry, Lia. I have no intention of telling my sister about your crimes."

At the mention of Isabella, Lia's legs shook as if she'd collapse any second.

She could imagine what the ruthless acting head—who'd execute even her own brother for defying orders—would do to a caught spy.

"I know Eric forced you into it."

"H-how do you...?"

"How did I know? I know everything about you. I even know your true thoughts right now."

Even with the knife at my throat, I gently reached out, brushing the hair stuck to Lia's cheek.

Lia was shocked, scared, flustered—but also thrilled by this behavior no man in this world would ever show.

She didn't particularly love me, but she was delighted that a handsome, high-status guy like Werner liked her.

Disgust surged at her non-virgin-like thoughts, but I kept throwing her greasy, lovesick glances.

"Lia, even the moment you slipped that forbidden drug into my wine... even when you tried to kill me, I found you adorable."

"...Ah."

A dazed sigh escaped Lia's lips.

Soon after.

Clang.

The dagger fell from her hand to the floor.

Love? Devotion?

Bullshit.

Non-virgins didn't deserve that.

"Even if you fell into Eric's arms, even if you betrayed me, I forgive it all. It was my fault for leaving you so alone. Be my one and only wife now."

I grabbed her back and waist as tears burst from her eyes, pulling her into a rough embrace, and declared it.

"I'll save you now. Become my wife, Lia."

"A-ah... Y-young master... Werner..."

Even as Lia sobbed in my arms, overcome with emotion, her mind coldly calculated pros and cons.

Her shallow, transactional heart—far from pure, selfless love—grated on me, but fortunately, my patience was rewarded handsomely.

Finally...!

My guess was spot on.

In the original story, the conditions for Werner's ability were never properly explained—just glossed over with explicit sex scenes. But Favor was the key.

For the degenerate, booze-and-drug-ravaged 'breeding uncle' Werner of the original, it was tough. But for me, the pre-corruption version ten years earlier—with Isabella's little brother's stellar looks—it was a breeze.

Status window!

I stared at Lia's status numbers in shock.

Without the effort I'd put into fooling her, my inner unicorn would have leaped out and demanded I punch her pretty face—clinging to me and mewling—for betraying me.

And who could blame it?

...What the fuck are these insane stats.

Lips Lv.2. Nipples Lv.2. But anal Lv.5?

And yet, her pussy was undeveloped?! Virgin?!

You fucking anal whore slut—!

If she'd been an honest, fully-used non-virgin with every hole wrecked, I might not have been this furious.

But pretending to be pure and chaste on the outside, while secretly spreading her cheapest hole loose for trash like Eric, and keeping that filthy maid-uniform-hidden front hole 'precious'?

Revulsion burned up my throat, but I forced my lips into a smile gentler than any romantic's.

"Lia."

"...Yes, young master."

"I sent Mina away. She won't be back tonight. Maybe not for a whole week."

"Ah... right, but young master, is it okay for you to be doing this? I heard rumors today that the military funds issue needs resolving within the week—"

"That doesn't matter!"

I grabbed the shoulders of this stupid non-virgin bitch as she started nitpicking oddly, and pulled her into another embrace.

Separate from her filthy non-virgin status, her body was soft and voluptuous.

My cock began to harden.

Of course, no affection for Lia welled up. I'd feel more for an onahole bought online.

"Lia."

"Y-yes... young master..."

"I love you."

"Yes, me too!"

Tightly held against me, Lia panted, drunk on the lethal aphrodisiac's heat and my sweet fake words of love.

For that one moment, her appearance was so pure it even shook me.

Without Mind Reading, I might have truly lunged at her, believing it real.

But I wasn't fooled.

Her true thoughts were still filthy calculations.

That repulsive brain structure, convinced my childish melodrama meant she'd fully ensnared me.

"Tonight, I'll use everything I have to show you how precious you are to me."

I slipped my hands behind her knees and lifted her effortlessly.

Step by step, I carried her toward the plush king-size bed.

Thud.

I gently laid her on the bed but didn't yank down my pants right away.

The rough, barbaric noble men of this dark fantasy world treated women like beasts—they'd just pant, rip off her pants, and ram their cocks into her pussy. No one bothered with 'loving' caresses.

But I was a modern man stocked with every trick from romance novels and porn.

And this body? The 'breeding uncle' Werner, renowned for corrupting women through pleasure.

"Y-young master? I'm not mentally prepared yet..."

"Shh. Don't strain your voice. Just receive."

"Y-yes... Then please be gentle... It's my first time. So... not there... Anywhere on my body is fine, but not there."

Her rear already gaping loose, yet playing virgin to the end with survival instincts.

I barely calmed my raging inner unicorn and replied in a voice dripping like butter.

"Don't worry, Lia. I'd never hurt my beloved."

"Y-yes♥ ...B-but then why did you make me drink the wine knowing I'd drugged it—"

"I love you, Lia!"

To stop her suspicions spilling out, I ambushed her lips.

"Mmph—?! Mmm...!"

It wasn't a light lip碰.

I gripped her nape roughly, yanking her in, crushing her lips mercilessly without escape.

The status flashed in my mind.

[Lips (Lv.2): Perfectly tamed by deep kisses. Drools saliva at tongue contact.]

In a dark fantasy where sex was just panting pussy-pounding, this modern porn-deep kiss was surely Lia's first.

I pried her front teeth with my tongue, shoving my long, nimble one deep into her throat.

Slurp, slurp, suck.

"Hngh! Ahh, slurp... Haa, young master, air, I can't breathe... Ngh, your tongue's too deep...!"

Startled by my ravaging tongue, Lia panted in resistance, but I wrapped her little tongue, stroked her palate, and obsessively explored every corner of her mouth.

Lewd, sticky friction sounds from mixing saliva filled the quiet room.

Smack, smooch, pop.

Twisting my head to block her nose, denying even air.

Already judgment-clouded by aphrodisiac, Lia surrendered fully to instinct as breathing faltered.

"Haaang... Mmph! Mmm, haa... Y-young maaaaster..."

Before long, her arms clung tightly around my neck.

The fake-virgin Lia, pretending no sex experience, went mad from my tongue pleasure, sticking hers out to wildly tangle with mine.

Squelch, squelch—clear saliva dribbled down her chin.

The sole reason I lavished such diligent caressing on Lia despite my rage?

The status message.

➔ At 100 Arousal, special event <(Pleasure Corruption)> triggers, massively boosting Submission and Favor.

The power that turned Werner—from a worthless academy instructor—into the man who made noble ladies his cock-rugs.

The power to raise Submission and Favor just by heightening arousal, even in forced rapes.

A cheat ability fit for an NTR breeding uncle.

And one more thing.

Rarely used by original Werner, but showing potential for a wastrel like me to grow.

➔ Condition unmet: Not total obedience (100), so <Exploitation Skill> unavailable.

Meaning, corrupt Lia with pleasure to boost Favor and Submission, then steal her skills.

Not long after starting the kiss.

I was reaching my goal.