Translator: RaidenTL

Chapter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠91: World's Greatest Husband Contest - Finals (9)

The day for me to step onto the stage of the main tournament had finally arrived.

Listening to the distant roar of the crowd echoing beyond the white stone walls of the waiting room, a thought occurred to me.

I wondered if this was how the gladiators of ancient Rome felt...

Of course, my situation is much better than theirs.

Unlike the Colosseum, the spectators in the Grand Arena didn't crave bloodshed.

I had no intention of killing my opponent, Sreng, and I was sure Sreng felt the same way about me.

Even so, my heart was pounding strangely.

How should I put it... it felt like suddenly being told I had to sing in front of tens of thousands of people...

"Come to think of it, even in my past life..."

I suddenly remembered that bastard of a company commander who was always disappointed in everything.

When he heard there was going to be a regimental sports day or something, he started yapping about how we needed to "stand out" and "be different," and then he suddenly drafted men from each platoon to perform a cheerleading routine.

Unfortunately, I had only been stationed at the unit for about two months at the time, so I had no choice but to participate in that humiliating "clown show"...

Just as I was chewing on that bitter memory of grinding through dance practice for a month only to receive a measly half-day pass as a "reward," the door to the waiting room swung open.

A brilliant fragrance instantly dispelled the musty air of the room.

"Lea?"

"Darling~"

Valeria, who had come to find me, skipped over and hopped right into my arms.

In terms of age, she was a bit younger than Natalia... but at times like this, she really acted like a girl head-over-heels in love.

Though she is a beauty with a youthful face to match.

As I settled Valeria onto my lap, her deep cleavage caught my eye.

Furthermore, the soft sensation of her buttocks against my thighs and the curve of her waist—so slender it made me wonder if such a thing was even possible—were intoxicating.

Before I knew it, I was nibbling on Valeria's earlobe while stroking her luscious thighs.

"Ahn, darling~ Are you already fired up? I just came because I missed you~"

"My darling is a woman I simply can't resist."

"Haah... my heart flutters every time you call me that..."

"Hahaha, really?"

"Yes... kiss me..."

Glancing at the hourglass, I saw there was about an hour left.

Hmm... it was a generous amount of time if you looked at it one way, but tight if you looked at it another... but it was the perfect amount of time for a warm-up.

Stripping off our clothes in an instant, we lunged for each other's lips as if by instinct.

"Mmph... haah... slurp... ahng..."

The roar of the crowd was drowned out by the wet sounds of our kissing.

Then, filling my entire field of vision with her breasts, Valeria brought a pink nipple to my mouth with a playful voice.

"It's time for my darling to have his mama's milk~"

"Haha, then I'll eat well~"

"Ahn...! Hng, ah-hng..! Darling... your tongue... ah-haang...!"

I flicked the supple nipple with my tongue, playing with it before gently nibbling it with my front teeth.

Each time I did, Valeria pulled my head closer to her chest.

Eventually, becoming even more aroused, Valeria climbed down from my lap and immediately knelt before me.

"Now, let me taste you too. Okay?"

"Hahaha, sure."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Valeria expertly undid my trousers.

Then, she enveloped my giant root with her magnificent breasts and took the protruding glans into her mouth like a piece of candy.

"Haah...! Schlick, slurp... hng... gag, gulp..."

The sensation of slick saliva and the tightness of her throat constricting around my glans hit me simultaneously.

I found myself gripping Valeria's head as it moved rhythmically up and down.

"Damn... you've really improved."

"Haah... slurp... really...? Did it feel good...?"

"Yeah. So much that I want to fuck you right now."

Normally, I would have finished once and then taken my time with foreplay... but unfortunately, time was short.

I pulled Valeria up from her knees and sat her back down on my lap.

"Hng... so this is why..."

"Why what?"

"I can see your face clearly. Hehe, I finally understand why Lady Sitri likes this position the most."

"Hahaha."

Of course, even as we talked, my hands were gripping Valeria's buttocks.

Spreading the soft cheeks that overflowed from my palms, I slowly thrust into her already soaking pussy.

After that, I didn't have to do much.

Valeria, looking at me as if she didn't want to miss a single moment, began to move her hips slowly.

"Ha... ut...! Ha-aang...! Ahn, hng...! Da-darling...! It feels... even bigger today...!"

"Ugh... you're even more delicious than usual today too."

"A-aang...! Really...? Ha-ut...! Then... I'll make it even better for you...!"

"Oh...?!"

Valeria was now dancing on top of me.

With her breasts—larger than her head—bouncing wildly, she rotated and slammed her hips down with both elegance and ferocity.

"Ahn! A-aang! How is it? Huh? Haah, ha-aang...! Am I delicious? Yes?"

"Ugh...! Yeah, you're fucking delicious!"

The profanity slipped out of my mouth involuntarily.

It was more of an exclamation than an insult, really.

Fortunately, our Duke's daughter seemed to get even more fired up by such vulgar language.

"Ahn...! You're fucking delicious too...! Haah, ha-ang...! K-hng...!"

As if she couldn't get enough, Valeria hugged me tightly, her body trembling.

That's strange... Valeria should have become Sitri's vassal by now, so why does she still tire so easily...?

Just as that question crossed my mind, Valeria tightened her pussy and bucked her hips.

"Ahn, hurry~ Fuck me harder~"

"What, you weren't tired, you just wanted to be pounded?"

"When you fuck me, I feel loved. You're going to love me, right?"

Of course.

I stood up while holding Valeria and began to thrust my hips upward with power.

"Nng-ok...!"

"Mm, that's the kind of female sound I wanted to hear. Hup!"

"K-ok...! Dar-ling...! Hi-eek...! Nng-o-ok...♥"

There were only about thirty minutes left.

Regrettably, I couldn't afford to be leisurely anymore, so I stopped holding back and simply thrust my hips up again and again.

"Phew, phew...!"

"K-heek...! Hee, hee...! Dar-ling...! K-o-hok...! G-gently...! Hi, hieek...!"

"Sorry, but I can't do that! Haah, haah...!"

"A... ahn-no...! I'm, I'm coming...! Again...! K-o-ok...! I'm going...! Ah-hieek...♥"

Thanks to Valeria, who was tightening around me so hard she was practically clinging to me, the sensation of an impending climax rushed over me, blurring my vision.

—Throb, throb...

"Ugh...!"

"K-uuuu, u... ugh...! K-hit...! Hee, hieek...!"

"Haah... I love you, Lea."

"Me too... haah, haah, he... nng...♥"

I carefully set down the heavily panting Valeria.

After tidying her disheveled hair and clothes as best as I could.

I shared a lingering, sticky kiss with the recovered Valeria, and then we parted ways for a moment.

"Cheer for me, Lea."

"Haah... I hate the idea of more rivals... but I'd hate it even more if you lost... so I have no choice..."

"Hahaha, thanks. I'll see you later then."

"Yeah~ I love you~ Finish it quickly and come ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back~"

*

Step, step...

The dark corridor leading to the arena was filled only with the sound of my footsteps.

The weight of my brother's sword and the Demon Sword Sitri at my waist.

My body and mind, brought to a peak thanks to Valeria.

Feeling more perfect than ever, I finally stepped out onto the dazzling stage.

"The Shield of the Roycen Empire, the Sword of the Frontier who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guards the borders! Leon von Konstanz, the second son of Count Konstanz, is entering the arena!"

Along with the booming shout of the announcer, a thunderous roar of cheers and applause erupted, as if the sky were collapsing.

"Waaaaah!!"

"Long live the Sword of the Frontier! Eternal glory to the Empire!"

"Kyaaa!! He's so handsome!!"

I wondered who that woman was who just called me handsome.

If possible, I hoped it was a beautiful noblewoman in her late twenties to early forties.

Unfortunately, I can't see her...

I couldn't see the woman who threw that eye-opening compliment, nor could I see the spectator seats where my women would be watching.

It was a bit disappointing... but I still smiled broadly and waved my hand.

Toward Andrasta, who was watching me from the highest seat.

Mwah~

It was cliché as hell, but I blew her a kiss.

In response, I saw Andrasta smirk as if she found it pathetic.

"Our Queen is terrifyingly beautiful today as well."

Just imagining pinning that beautiful and powerful Overlord beneath me, making her scream with pleasure and ecstasy, made my heart race.

It was like the drums of conquest of an army marching across a vast land.

I have no intention of letting it end with just an imagination...

Bringing love and joy to a Queen who knows no love was the sacred mission I had assigned myself in this life.

The moment I steeled my resolve, the announcer's booming voice once again filled the Grand Arena.

"Leon von Konstanz, second son of Count Konstanz! His opponent is—the most trusted lieutenant of the Ardri of Erin!"

"Waaaaah!"

"The strongest warrior of Erin, second to none but the Ardri herself! The head of the Fiona Warrior Band, the vanguard, Sreng!"

"Sreng! Sreng! Sreng!"

However, Sreng's entrance was delayed.

I had expected him to emerge like a saber-toothed tiger, letting out a roar and standing proudly before me.

But the entrance Sreng was supposed to come through remained dark.

As a result, the cheers that had shaken the earth began to fade, and even Andrasta's expression hardened into a cold mask.

—Trudge, trudge...

"Cough, cough..."

Dragging a massive sword—larger than most men—along the ground, Sreng finally appeared in the arena.

Forget a duel, he looks like he's about to drop dead right now.

The yellow fur covering Sreng's body was visibly drenched in sweat.

His gait was unsteady and staggering, like a drunkard's, but the most striking thing was the blood staining his jaw and chest.

"K-ugh..."

A mouthful of blood erupted from Sreng's mouth with a sickening sound.

"Grrr..."

Despite that, the way he growled fiercely as he walked toward me was truly worthy of a warrior.

Having barely made it onto the stage, Sreng leaned heavily on his sword as if it were a cane.

"Hmm..."

Even the announcer, who was supposed to proceed with the match, was at a loss for words.

Forget a duel; this was a situation where the match should be stopped immediately and every doctor and mage should be summoned.

So... I immediately shouted toward Andrasta.

"I dare to offer a word of advice to the Ardri of Erin! Stop the match this instant and have Sir Sreng seen by doctors and mages!"

"...Shut... up...! I am...!"

"How can you duel when you can't even speak properly? If you don't want to die in a foreign land, shut up and focus on staying conscious."

"You...! Cough..."

It probably wouldn't be very effective, but I cast a healing spell on Sreng for now.

Believing that at least he wouldn't drop dead immediately.

Then, I looked toward Andrasta again and shouted.

"Your Majesty knows as well! Another finalist has already died from poison! Sir Sreng is the head of the Royal Guard and a pillar of Erin! Does the King of Erin intend to let a loyal subject die pointlessly in a foreign land?!"

Everyone's eyes turned toward Andrasta.

Leaving a comrade to die of poison was not the act of a warrior.

Discarding the head of the Royal Guard was not the act of a King.

Finally, Andrasta shouted with a stiff face.

"The match between Leon and Sreng will be treated as a victory for Leon by forfeit! Fiona Warrior Band, take Sreng to the doctors and mages immediately!"

"We obey your command!"

"Furthermore, we shall begin the third and final match of the main tournament right here! Irusan! Step onto the arena immediately!"

"Yes!"

...Wait, we're starting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right now?

Tsk... since it ended early, I was planning to take a spin on the Magic Mirror Ship...

While I was thinking that, Sreng was carried away on a stretcher.

And before my eyes, Irusan, a sharp-looking leopard beastkin, leaped down.

"Before I point my spear at you, I express my sincere gratitude for being the first to speak up. Sir Sreng is indispensable to Erin and the Fiona Warrior Band."

Irusan bowed her head to me while holding her long spear—twice her height—upright... but.

I was more interested in Irusan's body than a warrior's greeting.

The sleek curves of her body, her clearly visible toned muscles, her sharp eyes... and the fur... the tail...

This is just a leopard walking on two legs...

The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.

What if Irusan wasn't a beastkin but a normal human?

More specifically, what if she were a female warrior in her late twenties to early forties...

Because of those thoughts, a sigh escaped my lips involuntarily.

"Haah..."

"What is that sigh for? Are you afraid?"

The "You scared?" vibe made my blood boil.

Actually, I don't think she said those exact words... but anyway.

"No. I was just thinking that there's nothing to gain even if I beat you."

"Hahaha, don't worry. That will never happen. The one who will face Her Majesty in the finals is me, Irusan."

"Oh, really? Then what if I win?"

"Then I shall receive your seed. To give birth to an even stronger warrior."

...Uh, this just got complicated.

I have no intention of forcing myself on a woman who says no, but I also have no intention of sleeping with a woman who doesn't catch my eye.

However, before I could even come up with an answer, the announcer's thunderous voice filled the arena again.

"Who will be the warrior to face the strongest warrior of our time, the Ardri of Erin, in the finals! We shall open the curtains on the third and final match of the main tournament!"

"WAAAAAAAH!!!"

Sigh... I shouldn't have said anything...

My joy at the easy forfeit victory was short-lived.

The furry-bug... no, Irusan, let out a sharp roar and swung her spear.

"Kyaooo!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"