Estelle's Perspective: I Defeated the Skill! ...Or So I Thought
Estelle compared the naked Leon and the dorm head, her eyes flying wide open. Then she noticed the maid girl lying between them in tattered clothes, her secret place defiled with thick white semen, and couldn't help screaming.
"Kyaaaaah!"
There was no doubt the girl had been violated by Leon.
(I thought he was a little cool, thought he was strong and amazing... but he's just a rapist after all!)
Estelle turned to flee, thinking such thoughts.
But before she could leave the room, she was embraced from behind by the naked Leon.
"Eek...!"
Estelle caught her breath. Leon's hand had slid around her abdomen.
Terror surged through her, yet for some reason, her chest pounded with excitement.
"It's a misunderstanding, Elmidgit-san," Leon whispered in her ear, making her heart skip.
"Wh-where's the misunderstanding!? You raped that poor girl, didn't you!?"
"Nope. See, the dorm head's right here as witness. Gail offered up his maid as a duel condition, so I just made her my sex slave."
"B-but... wasn't she hating it?"
"She nodded and agreed to become my sex slave of her own accord. Otherwise, she would've been ruined."
Estelle was shocked and outraged to learn the maid had been impregnated by her master Gail and was about to be sold to a brothel.
What did Gail think women were?
In the end, that maid had definitely been saved by Leon.
And if things had gone just a little differently, Estelle herself would've been their plaything.
(The reason that didn't happen... is thanks to this guy.)
It was a fact that Leon had saved Estelle. She glanced back at him.
Leon was plain-looking, but up close, his features were well-defined. And thanks to his training, his slender frame was packed with muscle.
Most importantly, he was the first boy her age who was stronger than her.
"Hey, thanks for earlier today," Estelle murmured naturally. She'd come to this room to thank him in the first place.
"You're welcome. Does that mean you don't hate me quite as much now?"
"I do. I hate you... but..."
Estelle couldn't voice the rest. This boy existed more intensely in her mind than anyone else.
After all, he was the one who'd defeated her and turned her into a sex slave.
Still, Estelle had made up her mind.
"I... won't become your slave."
The instant she said it, the curse of the Absolute Command skill activated. Denying her slavery triggered it automatically, trying to drill into her that she was his sex slave.
A numbing sensation assaulted her brain, suddenly making her acutely aware of her femininity.
Haah, haah—Estelle breathed raggedly.
(I want this man. I want him to ravish me... I need his cock!)
Her own voice echoed in her head. Just like in the classroom that afternoon.
She hadn't been able to resist the curse back then.
But Estelle suppressed her surging lust.
"H-how's that? Your skill doesn't work on me!"
"Th-that's some mental fortitude... Even Aria-neesan couldn't resist."
Leon looked genuinely surprised. Estelle felt a thrill of joy.
She'd surpassed even Leon's sister, she thought. And that's when Estelle realized she was intensely aware of him.
(But this should be fine now... The skill doesn't scare me anymore...)
As Estelle reassured herself—Leon's hand groped her breast.
"Ah, nooooo! N-no, stop! I won't be able to hold back!"
Just from having her breast touched, intense pleasure pierced her brain.
Leon's hand stopped, and Estelle sighed in relief. She could still pull herself together.
But he'd only stopped to strip off her pink pajamas.
Estelle could do nothing but watch as he undid the buttons.
She was too busy fighting the skill's curse and her overflowing desire.
Soon Leon parted her pajamas and grabbed her breast over her underwear.
Estelle let out a high-pitched yelp. "Auuu!"
"Coming to my room dressed like this—you really wanted something like this, didn't you?"
"No! That's not it... Ah, nooo!"
Estelle desperately tried to resist. She'd finally beaten the skill, but crumbling from a little fondling—she couldn't forgive herself.
(I-I'm still okay... still...)
But then Leon suddenly released her. Stunned, Estelle turned—and he kissed her lips.
(A k-kiss!? My first one, and...!)
But that kiss felt impossibly good for some reason.
And Estelle's rationality shattered.
Estelle gradually falls deeper...
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