Sex Slave in the Classroom
So, Estelle had become Leon's sex slave, but there were no visible changes. Perhaps the benefits of the skill hadn't manifested for Leon yet.
Estelle would continue attending the academy as usual, and thanks to the dorm head's consideration, she'd been carried back to her room in the Golden Lion Dormitory.
Leon was worried about her condition after the skill had been used on her, but he couldn't exactly go to the girls' floor.
And so, one night passed.
The next morning, Leon headed to the academy classroom.
Students at Aresford Imperial Defense Academy took classes by group, then returned to their dorm rooms after school. There were ten classes per year, and eight dorms including the Golden Lion Dormitory.
By coincidence, Leon and Estelle were in the same class—and the same dorm.
When he entered the classroom, Estelle was sitting by the window, staring blankly outside. The other classmates were eyeing her from a distance.
It had to be the aftermath of yesterday's duel. Estelle had lost and been dragged off by Leon.
In other words—
"Yo, Leon! You banged that saintess, right?"
Leon jumped at the sudden voice from behind him. Turning around, he saw a male classmate. Will, if he remembered right—a brown-haired guy with a typical imperial look and a mischievous, somewhat playboy vibe.
He was fairly handsome and the carefree type who didn't hold much prejudice against Leon, even with his Absolute Command skill, chatting him up casually.
"Didn't do anything."
"Liar. You used that pervy skill, didn't you?"
Leon couldn't deny it outright since he had used the skill. But for Estelle's honor, maybe he should just stay quiet.
As Leon hesitated, Will shouted, "So you did use it!"
"How was it? That saintess has a killer body—huge tits, total babe. Any guy's gotta wanna hit that at least once."
His loudmouth comments naturally drew icy glares from the girls.
But the girls seemed to think Estelle had been violated too.
A stunningly beautiful girl approached Estelle.
"Hey, Elmidgit. So, that Lancaster boy used his skill on you, and now you're his slave?"
It was Felica Scarlet. A flashy red-haired, red-eyed beauty, daughter of the venerable Scarlet Marquis house—which outranked even the upstart ducal family in prestige.
Socially, she was nearly Estelle's equal, but just a notch below.
Felica's red eyes gleamed with contempt. Her entourage of girls snickered.
Felica had always envied Estelle, harboring a fierce rivalry.
Whether in Guardian prowess, written exams, family status, or looks, Felica always fell just short.
Estelle was haughty and confident but never hid behind her status, making her popular. Felica, on the other hand, was blatantly arrogant and disliked by anyone outside her clique.
Estelle stood, glaring back with her blue eyes.
"I'm no one's slave! Who'd become that pervert's slave? Nothing lewd happened—hyah! Nnnh!"
Suddenly, Estelle let out a high-pitched moan. Even Felica's eyes widened in shock.
Estelle crumpled to the classroom floor, panting heavily in distress.
"W-what's happening...? My body feels... weird..."
Leon had a hunch. When his sister Aria had been hit with his Absolute Command, denying her slavery or rebelling triggered seizure-like symptoms.
It was to enforce her awareness as a sex slave—intense arousal, a craving for a male body.
"Hau... No... I can't hold back..."
Estelle dropped to all fours and crawled toward Leon. Her huge breasts swayed with every motion, and the boys gulped audibly.
Finally, she knelt at his feet and looked up at him pleadingly.
"P-please... help me... Ah, nn... L-Leon-sama, comfort me with your hot, hard cock..."
Estelle begged through her moans.
Then she froze in horror at her own words.
"W-what am I saying? N-no, that's not... my real feelings... Hyaah!"
Unconsciously, her hand had slipped to her lower abdomen, rubbing herself. During these fits, the skill turned her mind fully into that of a sex slave.
That's why she'd blurted out her desire to be ravished by Leon—in front of the entire class.
"F-fix it now! Or I'll go crazy...!"
Estelle cried out, then suddenly groped Leon's crotch over his pants.
"H-hey, Elmidgit! That's indecent!"
Felica yelled, her face beet red. But Estelle wasn't listening.
She desperately tugged at Leon's pants, trying to pull them down.
"Please... anything... just help me..."
Right now, Estelle had shed all pride as a duke's daughter and Guardian. She was nothing but a female aching for Leon's comfort.
Next time, Estelle gets disciplined...!
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