Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: The Arrogant Bitch's Naked Prostration (Illustration/NSFW)
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"If you try to hit me, I'll scream right away."
I unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her once more. With that warning in place, Rise abandoned any thought of fighting back and stayed meek.
"Take off your top too. Bra as well."
"N-No way."
"Get stark naked—not a single thread on you—and prostrate yourself on the floor again."
Ever since we'd started spending time together, Rise had tasted all sorts of humiliations. For a daughter of House Salt to strip bare and bow to a man like that... it was utterly unimaginable.
Rise hesitated for a moment before finally giving up, sniffling as she muttered,
"O... Okay."
It was an absurd demand, but Rise began peeling off her nightclothes anyway. While she got ready, I spotted one of her belongings. A knight identification card sitting on the table. A citizen ID proved one's identity, sure, but this knight card was surely her greatest pride. I snatched the card bearing Rise Salt's portrait and pulled an item from my pocket—the memory recorder I'd gotten from Ellis just for this occasion.
"Wh-What are you doing? Why that...?"
"Shut up and bow your head to me."
The memory recorder in my hand wasn't the usual kind—it was a flat rectangular block. Which was why Rise didn't suspect it could capture her pathetic pose in a photo.
Now completely in her birthday suit, Rise dropped to her knees again. She scowled, pressed her hands and feet to the floor, and bowed her face down.
"P-Please."
This was the naked prostration I'd only heard about in stories.
A pose where the female fully admitted defeat to the male.
"Stay perfectly still just like that."
I grabbed a moist packet of condoms from the bed and set it right on her ass. It stuck perfectly when I tossed it lightly—nice sound.
"How much more are you going to humiliate me?"
She hadn't even looked, but she knew exactly what I'd placed on her butt.
"Maintain at-ease posture. That's Knight 101, right?"
This time, it was this.
The knight identification card.
Rise Salt.
Affiliated with the Gold Eagle Knight Order.
Bearing the seal of the Gaian Empire's emperor.
I set the card down on her back.
"Lift your face, and I'll fuck you on the spot."
I'd warned my model not to budge. Rise kept her forehead glued to the floor and held her breath until I gave permission to move.
I captured Rise in the memory recorder.
The recording came out perfect—her naked prostration captured in artistic glory. The knight card was crystal clear too.
To preserve it, I pulled out a sheet of paper perfectly sized for the device. Leave it like this for a bit, and the scene transfers straight onto the paper automatically.
"Stand up. Do it politely."
"Huu..."
With the humiliating play finally over, Rise unfolded from her bow. Of course, she rose as courteously as I'd instructed.
"That it?"
"Didn't say I'd let you off the hook, did I?"
"...What?"
"Did I lie? I never said I'd go easy."
"True, but... that's too much!"
"Shouldn't you keep it down?"
"Eek."
Rise jolted in surprise and clapped a hand over her mouth.
True to my word, I hadn't bluffed. I'd scored an incredible photo out of it, but all I'd asked was a show of sincerity.
"I'm actually keeping my promise here."
"What promise?"
"I promised myself I'd fuck you, Rise Salt, until your pussy's swollen and bruised."
"Wh-Who with?"
It was exaggerated, sure, but hearing the threat of half-killing her pussy turned her eyes to wide-eyed fear.
"Me, obviously. When a man's got his dick hard and makes a declaration, he sees it through. Right?"
"Isn't that just your twisted logic?"
"If I don't keep it, I'll cut my own dick off."
"No need. Daron, you're already plenty manly—no further upgrades required."
"Ah, you really don't get it."
I strode right up to Rise. She was in prime position to take me out, but my momentum had her shrinking back.
"Spread that pussy, bitch."
"Uuu..."
Rise crumpled to the floor and trembled like cornered prey facing a predator.
"F-Forgive me... please..."
Ara ara.
Even sniffling a little.
"Hey. You crying?"
"N-No."
Weak, listless sobbing killed my hard-on. A woman crying while putting up a fierce fight? That's prime fucking material. But this was different. Boning a spineless girl was just boring.
Sure, some types turn that helplessness into appeal. But for this Rise Salt? She had two options: stay haughty to the bitter end, or submit completely.
"Let's compromise, then."
I pulled a magic item fully from my pocket. I'd brought it just in case—and here I was, needing it. I pressed the box-shaped thing, and it hummed to life with a blue glow.
"This gadget silences all sound within five meters."
"A m-magic tool? You, a lowly soldier, have something that valuable?"
"Why not?"
"It's not fake, is it? Those things cost a fortune."
Bang!!!!
I slammed the wall hard.
"Wh-What are you doing...? My brother will wake up..."
"Will he or won't he?"
Bang!!!!! Bang!!!!!!
I kept pounding the wall, but there was no sign of her brother stirring next door.
"R... Real deal."
Only then did Rise relax. The sniffling girl was gone—her eyes slowly sharpened back to their usual arrogance.
"If you've got a silencer like that... fine. Do whatever you want."
And there was even a hint of anticipation. She'd resisted only because of the risk of her brother catching us. Now that she could let loose? Her true colors peeked through. I knew she loved getting pounded every day, but this was the first time she'd shown her real feelings so openly. Probably the stark contrast with how much she'd hated the last bit.
But.
"I said compromise."
I had no intention of playing along so easily.
"Compromise? Isn't fucking with that on the deal?"
"Nope."
I grinned and closed in on Rise, whispering in her ear like some wicked demon. Her expression twisted drastically as she listened.
"That's an insane demand!"
"Insane? Just win, then."
"Even so...!"
With the magic tool active, Rise's fire returned full force—she bellowed at the top of her lungs.
"You did great earlier. You can pull it off again."
"How am I supposed to do that right next to my sleeping brother?!"
What I'd proposed to Rise was a single bet.
Rules were simple.
One shot's the limit.
We head to her big brother's room where he's fast asleep.
Then fuck right on the floor beside him.
She wins if she keeps him from waking until I cum. She loses if... well, he wakes up to the sight of his precious little sister sloppily banging a worthless soldier right next door.
How thrilling was that?
"So."
I switched off the magic tool and continued softly.
"You in?"
"U..."
"Giving you thirty seconds. Say no, and I'll fuck you like a dog, no mercy."
Without the silencer—thwack thwack thwack. Even Rise would let out a massive moan at least once by my second shot.
"Twenty left. Oh, you actually love this knife-edge thrill, huh?"
Five seconds gone already while I talked.
"Fifteen."
"Uuu..."
"Ten, nine."
"Why skip suddenly?"
Lazy, that's why.
"Five, four..."
"Eek. Fine. I'll do it."
In the end, Rise took the bet. Neither option appealed, but she figured enduring one round "next to big bro" beat endless pounding.
"Lead the way."
"Kut."
I savored the sight of her ass jiggling with every step as we left the bedroom and headed for the guest room where her brother slept.
"Kuuuh..."
A faint whiff of booze hung in the air. A man with the same blue hair as Rise lay sleeping there. The scion of House Salt was in his thirties—bursting with marriage prospects—and still unmarried. His face wasn't as striking as Rise's; she'd clearly inherited their mother's beauty.
But come on—even nobility. Unmarried at that age? Had to mean personality flaws or something. That's why he'd begged his little sister to hook him up with Ariana Katrin.
"Lie on the floor and spread 'em."
Now naked right next to her big brother, Rise's anxiety spiked. But we'd come this far—no path left but to offer her pussy. I grabbed her ankles and folded her right over. So flexible—her legs met her arms, waist bent perfectly.
That put her pussy pointing straight at the ceiling.
You could kinda pull it off in missionary or doggy during sex. But no knight worth her salt should ever assume this position.
"Wh-What are you...?"
Rise couldn't even scream.
"It's called the mating press."
"M-Mating...?"
Not just humans—even wild beasts wouldn't fuck in such a vulgar way. My full weight bearing down, slamming my dick straight to the floor.
"Here we go."
"U... U."
No time for protests—I mounted her and prepped for insertion.
"Grit your teeth."
Being nice this time with the warning. Rise clenched her jaw tight, lips sealed like she refused to break no matter what.
"Snoo... snoo..."
Touch♥
Against the backdrop of her big brother's snoring, my dick met her pussy.
"Ready to moan your ass off while fucking next to big bro?"
"Shut yer trap an' geddon widid."
Rise mumbling through gritted teeth. Wonder how far that resolve would hold.
My dick was swollen rock-hard, ready to drill straight to the floor.
And with my full body weight...
I slammed down hard.
Plunge.
"Ugggrruuut♥♥♥!!!!!"
Mating press.
Begin.