Naked Men
Jill's heart swelled as she watched Penis stride out from the cloud of dust.
He came to save me! I knew it...!
The sole savior who would drag her out of this hellish swamp of pain and pleasure.
To Jill, who was on the verge of being violated, his appearance was like a ray of light. However, that touching moment was instantly shattered by the very first words out of his mouth.
"Are you the bastard who touched my flesh light without my permission?"
Jill's brow furrowed deeply, and any tears of emotion she might have shed instantly dried up.
You son of a bitch! Flesh light?! Really?! Couldn't you have said something a bit more romantic, like 'my woman'?!
Though she cursed him up and down in her head, her heart thudded wildly of its own accord.
His entrance had been so incredibly intense, and the mere fact that he had claimed her as his own made her face flush hot.
No, no! Get a grip! You idiot, why are you blushing when that bastard is treating you like an object?!
Jill felt a wave of self-loathing so strong she wanted to slap herself. Yet, her body was brutally honest.
The moment she heard his voice, a profound sense of relief washed over her. The tension drained from her body, leaving her legs weak.
Viscount Valentine did not miss the subtle shift in Jill's expression.
The look she gave the intruder was not one of fear, but of relief mixed with a strange sense of anticipation.
"Ho... my lady?"
Valentine's eyebrows twitched.
Jealousy flared up within him like a raging wildfire.
He could not tolerate the female he had finally acknowledged looking at another male with such relief.
"To dare interrupt our sacred wedding night. You possess no manners whatsoever."
He gently laid Jill back down onto the bed.
"Please wait just a moment, my lady. I shall dispose of this uninvited guest, and then we shall resume our lovemaking. I will make sure we finish properly this time, without any further interruptions."
Valentine turned around and strode toward Penis. Naturally, he was completely, utterly naked, without a single thread of clothing on his body.
From the opposite side, Penis was also walking forward, his tattered cloak fluttering behind him.
He, too, was practically naked, yet he showed not a shred of shame or intimidation. Instead, he proudly flaunted his colossal weapon.
The two massive men stood face-to-face in the center of the room.
Valentine, with his bear-like, dense musculature, and Penis, with his perfectly sculpted, chiseled physique. The ferocious momentum of the two men clashed, making the very air crackle with tension.
And above all, the massive weapons dangling between their legs completely stole the show.
Watching this spectacle from the bed, Jill let out a hollow laugh.
...Wow, this is incredibly surreal.
The atmosphere felt like it demanded some epic, solemn background music, but the reality was a farce: two naked men glaring at each other while their dicks swung in the wind.
It was far too perverted a sight to be considered a clash between the strongest beings in the world.
"Do you possess the strength to claim ownership over her?"
Valentine spoke first. His voice dripped with absolute confidence.
It was the sheer arrogance of one who had long reigned as the supreme powerhouse of the North.
Penis smirked. His eyes gleamed like a wild beast staring down its prey.
"You'll find out once I beat the shit out of you."
The moment the words left his mouth, the fists of the two men crossed.
Kwahng!
A thunderous roar erupted, sounding as if two cannonballs had collided in midair.
A shockwave burst forth alongside the ear-splitting sound of tearing air.
The shockwave swept through the room, shattering the windows and sending the luxurious furniture flying like mere kindling.
Even Jill, lying on the bed, was nearly blown away by the violent gust.
"Ugh!"
"Hup!"
Both men were pushed back simultaneously. Their feet scraped against the floor, causing the stone tiles to crack and shatter into pieces that rained down in all directions.
A trickle of blood ran down the corner of Valentine's mouth. Penis, whose inner cheek had also ruptured, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the floor.
"Hahaha! How long has it been? To think someone could actually make me bleed!"
Valentine wiped away the blood and laughed maniacally.
"How thrilling! Truly thrilling!"
He seemed genuinely ecstatic to have met an opponent who could fight him on equal terms. He was a battle maniac—a lunatic who derived pure ecstasy from clashing with the strong.
Penis licked the blood inside his mouth and growled.
"Thrilling, my ass. I'm going to beat you so hard you'll be shitting blood today."
Just as the two monsters were about to clash once more—
Rumble!
"My Lord! What is happening?!"
"Is it an enemy?!"
Dozens of armed knights rushed in through the collapsed walls and doors. They froze in utter shock at the sight of two naked men facing off, and Jill lying completely bare on the bed.
"W-Who is that man?! How dare he trespass into my Lord's bedchamber!"
"An intruder! Seize him!"
The knights drew their swords and surrounded Penis.
The situation instantly devolved into utter chaos. Yet, the two men in question paid absolutely no attention to the knights, glaring only at each other with murderous intent.
As the knights leveled their blades with lethal intent, Viscount Valentine raised a hand to stop them.
"Hold!"
"But my Lord! He could be an assassin! It is too dangerous!"
The knight commander cried out in a panic, but Valentine merely snorted in sheer arrogance.
"Who do you think could possibly defeat me? I do not need your assistance to handle a mere pest like this. Do not interfere in my battle. Fall back!"
An irresistible pressure weighed down in his voice. Overwhelmed by the Viscount's sheer presence, the knights hesitated, lowered their swords, and took a step back.
"Instead, escort the lady over there to a safe place. She is the woman who will become my companion."
Valentine pointed a finger at Jill on the bed.
"Companion? Who said you could take her?"
Penis growled, veins bulging on his forehead.
He radiated pure, murderous intent, as if he absolutely could not tolerate anyone touching his property.
"Only the strong have the right to possess a beautiful woman! If you find it unfair, then take her back with your own strength!"
Valentine roared boisterously as he kicked off the ground and lunged forward. His speed was unbelievably fast for such a massive frame.
"Don't regret this!"
Penis threw himself forward, refusing to be outdone.
Kwahng!
The two monsters clashed once more.
Penis's fist, crackling with blue electricity, spun and struck forward.
"Ugh!"
Valentine leaned his upper body back, narrowly evading the blow, but the sheer wind pressure sliced his cheek open, spraying blood. Undeterred, he immediately lowered his stance and slammed his steel-like palm into the ground.
Kbang!
The earth shook as the floor tiles erupted upward. Penis leaped into the air to avoid the impact, launching a downward kick in midair.
Using his rotational momentum, he drove his heel straight down toward his opponent.
"Haha! Splendid!"
Valentine blocked the kick with his forearm, but instead of backing off, he grabbed Penis's leg and slammed him into the ground.
Crash!
One of the building's stone pillars shattered into pieces upon impact with Penis's body. Stone debris rained down like hail.
Every time the two men traded punches and kicks, shockwaves exploded outward, and the surrounding structures began to collapse. It was a disaster wrought by living weapons.
The bedroom walls were already completely demolished, and the ceiling was beginning to cave in.
"After mastering the martial arts I acquired from the East, I believed I had no equal under heaven!"
Valentine spat out blood, yet he continued to laugh.
"To think I would meet such an opponent! My blood is boiling! This is incredibly thrilling!"
"Thrilling my ass, just die!"
Penis seized an opening and drove a precise right hook straight into Valentine's jaw.
Thwack!
An ordinary man's neck would have snapped instantly, killing them on the spot, but Valentine merely glared with wide eyes and grabbed Penis by the shoulder.
"Is this all you've got? Laughable!"
Valentine's forehead slammed into Penis's face with terrifying speed.
"Headbutt!"
Thud!
"Keo-heok!"
Blood erupted from both of Penis's nostrils. But Valentine did not stop.
"Headbutt! Headbutt! Headbutt!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A merciless headbutt combo ensued.
"Argh!"
Finally, Penis stumbled backward, and Valentine did not miss the opening. Gathering his mana, he drove a devastating palm strike straight into Penis's solar plexus.
Kwah-aaaang!
With a colossal roar, Penis's body flew like a cannonball, smashing through the opposite wall and crashing into the garden.
Penis rolled across the ground several times before finally coming to a halt. The garden's flowerbeds were instantly reduced to a ruined mess.
"Cough...!"
Penis spat out a mouthful of blood as he stumbled back to his feet.
Jill, who was being dragged away by the knights, stared with her mouth agape.
P-Penis is actually losing?
He was a man who had always dominated his opponents with overwhelming, absolute power.
To see him rolling on the ground and spitting blood was an unbelievable sight.
That Viscount... what the hell is he? His strength is beyond imagination!
The knights gazed at the battle of monsters unfolding in the garden beyond the collapsed wall with eyes full of awe.
"Look, my lady. There is no longer any opponent on this continent who can match our Lord."
One of the knights spoke in a voice choked with emotion.
"Our Lord is destined to become the master of the world, far beyond just the North. You are to become the companion of such a great man. Consider it an honor."
Jill found their blind worship absurd, but she couldn't help but feel curious.
"Excuse me... is everyone that strong once they reach the Master rank?"
At Jill's question, the knight snorted and laughed.
"A Master? Ha! Our Lord has already transcended the realm of a Master. He is a true master among masters—he has ascended to the rank of Grand Master."
The knights' eyes were filled with adoration and fanaticism for Valentine.
What the... this is a total fan club. No, it's practically a cult.
Jill clicked her tongue, but her gaze remained fixed on Penis.
Having been sent flying by the Deathfist, Penis was barely keeping his balance, swaying unsteadily.
Penis... are you really okay? You're not going to get beaten to death by that monster, are you?
Though she had cursed and insulted him until now, the thought of him actually falling made her heart sink.
Whether she liked it or not, he was the only being she could truly rely on in this crazy fantasy world.
In the middle of the garden.
Viscount Valentine laughed heartily as he shook the blood off his fists.
"Hahaha! You're quite decent. I'll at least acknowledge your durability, seeing as you can still stand after taking my punches."
He casually placed his hands behind his back. It was the relaxed composure of a victor.
"But if that is all, I am disappointed. If you have nothing more to show, you cannot defeat me with just this. Your skills end here. The price for coveting my woman is death."
He was already absolutely certain of his victory.
It was then.
"Ptu!"
Penis spat a glob of blood onto the ground. Then, he raised his head and looked Valentine dead in the eye.
As he opened his closed eyes, his gaze had completely transformed.
"Is that so? Well, if you don't have anything else to show either, you're going to have a rough time."
Penis wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand and grinned.
It was not the expression of someone who had just been beaten. It was a mad, ecstatic smile that made him look even more thrilled.
"I've finally finished warming up."
Purple sparks began to crackle around his body.
Crackle! Snap!
"...Release."
With Penis's low murmur, his entire body began to be enveloped in a purple aura.
It looked as though purple flames were blazing around him.
Then, the energy rising from his back took shape, spreading out like massive wings.
It resembled a demonic form, and the energy he radiated was distinctly alien and malevolent.
Valentine's expression hardened.
He realized that a true monster, on an entirely different level than before, had just awakened.
Enveloped in the purple aura, Penis growled deeply.
"This power... cannot be suppressed."
With those words as a signal, Penis vanished at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, only to reappear right in front of Valentine.
Kwahng!
Their fists crossed, whipping up a violent tempest.
The destructive force packed into Penis's fists was on an entirely different dimension compared to before.
Even as he was pushed back, Valentine laughed maniacally.
"Hahaha! Magnificent! Show me everything you have!"
He, too, coated his entire body in fighting spirit and struck back.
The clash between the two monsters had reached a point where it could no longer be tracked by the naked eye.
Only the sounds of collisions erupted in midair, and the earth cracked and split under the sheer aftermath.
The Lord's Castle's once-luxurious garden was instantly reduced to ruins, and the surrounding buildings collapsed in heaps under the devastating shockwaves.
Jill, hiding behind a pillar, watched the scene and screamed.
"Hey! Shouldn't we be running away?! If we stay here, we're going to get caught in the crossfire and die!"
Even the knights holding her began to back away with pale, terrified faces.
"Fall back! If you get caught in it, you'll die!"
Just then, Penis spotted an opening.
It was the exact moment Valentine lowered his stance to launch an attack.
Bam-bam!
Penis's fists slammed into Valentine's face in rapid succession.
Taking advantage of Valentine's stumble, Penis soared into the air.
Valentine's body was launched high into the air.
Penis followed him up, unleashing a merciless combo. And finally, a crimson light flashed from the third eye that had manifested on his forehead.
Zzzzzzt! Kwahng!
The crimson laser beam blasted through Valentine's body, slamming him violently into the ground.
With a massive explosion, a colossal crater formed right in the center of the garden.
Thick dust completely obscured their vision.
A series of deafening explosions echoed from beyond the dust cloud, and then, as if by magic, all sound abruptly ceased.
Jill swallowed hard, staring intently into the settling dust.
"What happened...? Who won?"
As the dust slowly cleared, it revealed the two men standing frozen like stone statues in the middle of the crater, their fists extended toward one another.
"......"
In that moment of suffocating tension, Penis's body swayed before slowly collapsing sideways.
Thud.
"Waaaaah! Our Lord won!"
The knights erupted in cheers. Jill's world turned dark.
"Ah... I'm screwed."
But their cheers were short-lived. A moment later, Valentine's massive frame also collapsed limply in the opposite direction.
Thump.
"...Huh?"
The knights' cheering cut off instantly.
"M-My Lord?!"
The knights screamed and rushed forward. Jill also snapped back to her senses.
Now's my chance!
Her stamina, which had been completely drained from her sexual encounter with Valentine, had recovered to some extent—perhaps due to her traits as a flesh light.
Jill pushed past the knights, dashed forward at incredible speed, and grabbed the fallen Penis.
"You crazy bastard, wake up!"
Jill dragged Penis with her as she hastily retreated.
The Viscount's knights also formed a defensive wall around their fallen lord.
Jill checked Penis's condition. Fortunately, he was still breathing.
He's just unconscious. Seriously, his durability is something else...
The moment she breathed a sigh of relief, the knights, having checked the Viscount's condition, glared at Jill with murderous intent.
"My lady...! Hand that man over! How dare he do this to our Lord!"
Dozens of sword tips pointed directly at Jill. A cold sweat broke out on her skin.
Should I run? But where to...?
It was then.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
With footsteps that shook the earth, hundreds of soldiers flooded into the area.
The regular army of Iron Hill surrounded the garden in an instant.
Jill's face turned pale.
Ah... I'm really screwed now.
Just then, the ranks of soldiers parted, and a woman walked out gracefully. She was a cold-looking beauty wearing a practical suit instead of an ornate dress.
Valentine's lieutenant, Kyle, brightened up upon seeing her.
"Viscountess Beatrice! You have arrived at a perfect time! Quickly, order your soldiers to bind that man!"
However, Beatrice merely snorted.
"Hmph. You came here as guests and reduced my home to this state, so why on earth should I do that?"
Kyle's expression hardened.
"How dare you... Do you think we are equals just because we both hold the title of Viscount? Are you planning to insult our Winterfell family?!"
Kyle radiated intense, murderous intent.
He, too, was a powerful warrior who had reached the Master rank. The surrounding soldiers hesitated under his sheer pressure.
Yet Beatrice simply smirked and flicked her finger.
At her signal, a single swordsman stepped out from behind her like a shadow.
Though he was a middle-aged man clad in a worn robe, the presence he exuded was equal to, if not greater than, Kyle's.
Kyle flinched.
"You are... the 'Black Wolf' Erolt?! Why is one of the only three mercenary-born Masters in the entire Empire here?! I heard you never accept commissions regarding disputes between nobles!"
Instead of answering, Erolt merely placed his hand on the hilt of his sword with an indifferent expression.
His silent presence alone made the surrounding air feel incredibly heavy.
Beatrice leisurely unfurled her fan and spoke in his stead.
"I simply asked a small favor of my brother. Since such big shots have graced us with their presence, we needed to have at least one trump card of our own, wouldn't you agree?"
She smiled coldly at Kyle.
"This seems like the perfect opportunity. What do you think? Shall we sever the Winterfell bloodline right here?"
Kyle bit his lip.
His lord was unconscious, and the opponent was formidable. If they fought here, victory was far from guaranteed.
"...The situation is unfavorable. Secure the Viscount!"
Kyle ground his teeth and ordered the knights.
"You won't stop us from leaving, I assume?"
"Of course. However, I will be sending you the bill for the repairs to this mess."
Kyle nodded silently, secured the unconscious Valentine, and hurriedly left the premises.
Jill breathed a sigh of relief and stealthily began to back away.
Now's the time. Let's bolt.
She was about to carry Penis and run when a chilly voice called out from behind her.
"You there, my naked friends?"
"......"
Jill stiffly turned her head. Beatrice was scanning her and Penis with an amused look.
Jill offered an awkward smile.
"Haha... hello...?"
She sighed deeply on the inside.
With hundreds of people watching, she was naked, and Penis was naked too.
"You two certainly make... quite a spectacle."
As Beatrice gestured, familiar faces emerged from among the soldiers.
"Eliana! Astrid!"
It was Astrid and Eliana. Both of them appeared to be unharmed.
"Lord Penis!"
"Lord Penis!"
Paying absolutely no attention to Jill, the two women immediately rushed over, throwing their arms around the unconscious Penis and sobbing.
"Oh my goodness, what should we do?! He's so badly hurt!"
"Who dared do this to Lord Penis...!"
Watching this, Jill pouted.
"Hey, can you guys not see me? I'm injured too, you know! I had a rough time as well! Is Penis literally the only thing you can see?!"
As if Jill's grumbling was completely inaudible, the two women were entirely preoccupied with tending to Penis.
"Please follow me. Shall we have a little chat?"
Beatrice turned around. Jill was about to follow her in resignation when she paused.
"Excuse me... do you have anything I could wear?"
Beatrice chuckled and gestured to a nearby soldier, who took off his cloak and handed it to Jill.
"Thank you..."
Jill took the cloak and sighed.
Another cloak... why does my life always end up with a cloak?
Jill wrapped the cloak roughly around herself and followed behind the Viscountess.