The Defeat of the Genius Girl: Estelle's Perspective

For Estelle Elmidgit, the duke's illegitimate daughter, excelling as a Guardian was her one and only reason for being.

Even as the child of the prestigious Elmidgit Duke, Estelle was a bastard—born to his mistress. And in her early childhood, she had nothing at all.

Estelle's mother had been a maid in the duke's mansion, a delicate girl in her early teens. The duke had pinned her down, raped her repeatedly, taken her as his concubine, and gotten her pregnant with Estelle.

Estelle and her young mother were tormented by the duke's legal wife and her daughters in the mansion. The servants despised Estelle too, viewing her as the daughter of a whore who'd wormed her way into the duke's favor.

On the flip side, adults outside the duke's family fawned over Estelle. They might mock her inwardly, but a duke's daughter had her uses.

Estelle utterly loathed such pathetic humans.

If things had stayed that way, Estelle would've likely been married ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠off to some low-tier noble or offered up to the emperor as a plaything—disposed of one way or another.

But Estelle possessed talent as a Guardian.

Vast mana reserves, powerful skills, and an innate sense for swordsmanship. An encounter with a certain female Guardian awakened those gifts in her.

Soon enough, Estelle was hailed as a promising Guardian prodigy, earning respect both within the duke's house and the wider world.

Celebrated as a genius, she finally felt her own worth.

(I can become a hero...!)

Elated, Estelle entered the Aresford Imperial Defense Academy's high school division with her heart swelling from anticipation.

In truth, she was the strongest among the freshmen, even called a "saint."

To such an Estelle, Leon Lancaster was nothing more than a failure of a classmate.

And worse, he wielded Absolute Command—a skill that enslaved women. Deep down, Estelle harbored disgust for him.

Her own mother had been raped by the duke and left pregnant, after all. To Estelle, it was an unforgivable power.

Then came the bathhouse incident, where Leon nearly assaulted her, turning her disgust into outright hatred.

Of course, Estelle had mixed up the men's and women's bath times—that was her fault. And maybe Leon hadn't intended to rape her.

But the fact remained: he'd lusted after her.

(H-He showed me that filthy thing...)

Estelle had glimpsed the bulge in Leon's crotch.

And he'd pressed it right against her ass.

(U-Unforgivable...!)

She schemed to get him expelled and accepted his duel challenge. No way she'd lose to a guy with such a worthless skill, she'd thought.

Genius. Strongest freshman. Saint. Drunk on those titles, Estelle had grown arrogant.

She never imagined a boy who outclassed her in pure swordsmanship even existed.

Leon's prowess far ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠surpassed her wildest expectations.

Her White Transparent Defense lay shattered. She was cornered. Her right hand had taken a direct sword hit and was useless now.

The magical armor protected her from lethal harm, but duels weren't bloodless affairs.

(It hurts...!)

Estelle had always won her duels unscathed before. This was her first time being cut, her first taste of real pain.

She hadn't known it could hurt this much. But if she kept losing ground, if Leon closed in, the pain would only get worse.

Snatching up her magic sword with her left hand, Estelle desperately tried to flee. But Leon wouldn't allow it.

His slash chased her down, and she failed to block.

"Ahh!"

Agonizing pain ripped through her abdomen. Estelle collapsed right there, landing on her butt—her white panties probably flashing for all to see under her skirt. Her ample breasts jiggled, drawing vulgar jeers from the crowd.

The spectators no longer doubted Leon's victory. To them, Estelle was just a sideshow now. A beautiful girl exposing her pathetic defeat—it stirred some sadistic itch in them, no doubt.

But Estelle had no time to worry about that.

The word "defeat" loomed in her mind.

If it came to that, she'd have to obey Leon per the duel terms. And there was only one order he'd give.

Become the target of his Absolute Command skill. Become his slave.

All her glory would vanish. From genius Guardian to her classmate's sex slave.

Leon would ravage her without mercy. She'd end up pregnant with an unwanted child, just like her mother.

It meant social death for Estelle.

(I... I can't let it end like this!)

She had to earn fame as a Guardian, become a hero, and throw it all back in the duke's family's faces.

Gathering her last reserves of strength, Estelle whipped around toward Leon and raised her magic sword in her left hand.

Defense wasn't her only skill.

"Saint's Light!"

With Estelle's cry, a blinding radiance erupted from her magic sword.

This was her secret technique—a skill boasting overwhelming offensive power.

She'd never used it in a duel before. This would settle things for good.

Leon had no skills of his own. He should be helpless.

But Leon... stood there unscathed. (.....)

He'd matched the Saint's Light with his magic sword, deflecting it without a single opening.

To block a superhuman skill with mere swordplay—it wasn't human.

(N-No way...! At this rate... I'll really lose!)

Estelle poured her mana into the Saint's Light like a prayer. But eventually, her mana ran dry, and the skill fizzled out.

All that remained was one miserable girl slumped on the ground. Leon took a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠step closer.

"No, stay back!"

"It's your loss."

"I can't lose!"

But when Leon leveled his magic sword straight at her, Estelle had no means left to resist.

She'd be slashed, wracked by searing pain—and lose everything.

A warm sensation spread through Estelle's lower body.

Terror had made her lose control of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her bladder, right there in front of the massive crowd. Her ultimate humiliation.

But she didn't even have the spare thought to notice.

She was simply terrified of the boy before her.

"Please... no more!"

Estelle dropped to all fours, her large breasts swaying unconsciously as she begged Leon. He remained expressionless at first, then cracked a smile.

"My win, then?"

Estelle nodded frantically. It was over. Fat tears spilled from her blue eyes.

She knew she'd met her ruin.

Relief that the fight had ended crashed together with despair over her future, and Estelle blacked out.

And so, the class saint and genius Guardian Estelle plummeted into becoming Leon's sex slave.