The Female Knight's Circumstances
In a pitch-black void filled only with darkness, Silveryia opened her eyes. Though nothing but darkness existed, she could somehow see clearly—it was a peculiar space indeed.
Heh heh, after centuries, the noble silver lily has finally begun to fall into depravity?
Yes, with those words... A virgin who had never even masturbated once, experiencing sexual pleasure for the first time, yet thrusting into her own pussy so violently...
"!!"
Yes, what the hell happened? That can't be right. Me, doing something like that?
It couldn't be. She—no, I—couldn't have done such a thing!
Silveryia denied the fragmented puzzle of memories flashing hazily through her mind.
I'm a knight. The moment I, a woman, picked up a sword following my mother, I cast aside my femininity!
Of course, it couldn't be true. For Silveryia Isis herself, of all people, to act like a common brothel whore, coquettishly comforting her heated body with pitiful moans!
Could it be that the Demon King's minions made me have this lewd dream?
This was all just a dream. She had never masturbated. Much less in front of her most trusted subordinate, separated only by a thin curtain, inwardly screaming for him to watch her!
Is it really just a dream?
"Who's there?!"
This voice—it was the one that had echoed since before she fell asleep! Instinctively reaching for her sword at her waist,
"Eh?"
But her hand merely groped pathetically at empty air, stroking only her smooth waist.
"M-my sword's gone—wait, I'm naked?!"
Could she still be trapped in that lewd dream?! In her panic, Silveryia raised her hand to slap her cheek and escape this nightmare.
Heh heh, how cute.
As if mocking her, the mysterious voice rang out, and Silveryia could no longer hold back. She ran wildly through the unfathomable darkness, shouting,
"Come out! Show yourself before me with dignity!"
Honestly, she didn't expect it. This was just Silveryia's bravado to hide her shame at being naked in the dream. There was no way the coward hiding in this darkness would reveal themse—
Okay~ Sorry for teasing you too much.
With those words, a beam of light poured down before Silveryia's eyes like a spotlight on a stage. In its glow appeared a woman with cherry blossom-pink hair.
But
"What?!"
It wasn't surprise at the woman who had dragged her into this unidentified space appearing so readily. She had already known it was a woman from the voice—not an incubus or some monster imprisoning her.
"Y-you... why...!"
The reason Silveryia couldn't hide her shock:
"What the hell is that face?! Why, why!!"
She had the exact same face as me!!
Silveryia's cry echoed through the endless void. An impossible echo in a space without end—but Silveryia didn't care about such trivialities. Why did this pink-haired woman have her exact face? Even naked, just like her!
Caught between shock and rage, Silveryia faltered as the mysterious woman chuckled amusedly, stroking her body here and there.
"Hmm~? What a fine body. Perfectly specialized for seducing men. Especially..."
Squelch.
"Ngh♥ Just grazing the entrance, and it nearly severs my finger with that pussy grip."
Squeeze!
"These bursting tits and pink nipples... with this... haa♥"
Prodding and groping her body as if it were someone else's, the woman flashed a lewd grin at Silveryia and approached step by light step.
"D-don't come closer! What the hell are you?! Tell me your identity!"
The pink-haired woman burst into laughter at Silveryia, who growled like a Pomeranian trying to sound intimidating.
"Who am I?"
"...!"
Not content with the same face, now mimicking her voice too! Grinding her teeth, Silveryia shouted,
"Yes! Tell me now! What's your goal?! Why force such a lascivious dream on me and drag me here—"
"You really think that was just a dream?"
Silveryia froze at the woman's words, halting mid-sentence.
"I see... Ah... Yeah, I guess you could think that. For a virgin, the first taste was pretty intense, huh?"
"Wh-what?! What are you saying?! What do you mean?!"
"This."
As Silveryia demanded the truth, the pink-haired woman gazed at her with a mix of pity and mockery, snapping her fingers.
Something began projecting beside her, like peering into a communication crystal orb.
"Th-that's?!"
There she was—sprawled naked atop a puddle of her own juices, legs splayed frog-like, twitching uncontrollably.
"Wow, you're such a slut."
"Y-you, youuu!!"
In disbelief, Silveryia pointed at the vulgar scene and yelled at the pink-haired woman.
"Why?! Why show me something like that?!"
"Huh?"
"I would never do something so filthy! Is this the orc's doing, trying to delude me?!"
She had shown it specially from a third-person view since Silveryia insisted it was a dream, but she still wouldn't believe?
"You still don't believe even this? Impressive. Yeah, you'll only get it by seeing it with your own body. No point talking."
"You can't delude me with cheap illusions—"
"Yeah, yeah~ Got it. So what now? Want a pat on the back?"
Could her own face make such an infuriating expression? Irritated, Silveryia snorted and demanded,
"Tell me your identity and purpose."
Perhaps annoyed at being treated like a criminal, the pink-haired woman scowled and grumbled,
"Hey, how about a little gratitude?"
"Gr-gratitude for what...!"
"You don't seriously think you escaped that orc—er, orc—purely on your own power, do you? Like, in that crisis, strength surging out of nowhere?"
"...What?"
Indeed, after being caught by the orc, her memories of that part were hazy. Vague flashes, but suddenly her body recovered, energy returned, and she fled on horseback in haste.
"No way..."
"Yep! All thanks to me... well, kinda ambiguous?"
As Silveryia scowled at the cocky-then-evasive response, the woman grinned and said,
"Wanna know? Simply put, that orc lusted after you."
"...?"
What did the orc's lust have to do with her? As if answering, her lower abdomen began to glow. Precisely, the Lewd Curse.
"This Lewd Curse connects to the male's lust—his semen, basically. It converts how much you receive into power."
"So that means..."
"Right. The orc who crushed you lusted for you, so I awakened and restored your wrecked body. Normally, that much lust wouldn't cut it, but first test run?"
Like a salesman, the pink-haired woman boasted,
"Pretty great, right? The curse's purpose is endless, tireless mating for those in fierce copulation—boundless as long as there's lust and affection. But can't have you dying before the fun, so special service!"
"..."
Just hearing it was utterly depraved. Eternal mating? Who would want that?
"Ah, but I overdid the power for a first-timer. Didn't expect you'd masturbate in front of your subordinate—"
"Hey!"
Before Silveryia could yell shut that mouth, the pink-haired woman clung to her tightly.
"But there are side effects!"
"Side... effects?"
"Activation requires a non-human who defeats you—hard to trigger! Worse, once etched, you'll go into heat anytime, obsessing over that male endlessly! To soothe it... well, you know."
"Don't make me laugh!"
This filthy Lewd Curse is bad enough—let alone with that orc!
"I'd rather carve it out with my skinning knife—!"
"Useless. As a human of the Isis line, it'll stick till you die—bound to your soul."
"Kgh..."
"You're already free of my curse? No."
"Curse?"
What— Silveryia tried to speak, but shut her mouth under the woman's cold gaze. The playful, sly expression was gone.
"Yes, a curse. The fated curse starting from the first Isis."
"L-lies! A curse? Impossible. And if it existed, I, an Isis woman, wouldn't know?!"
"Your grooms die young? No sons born."
"Eh?"
True. Her father died while she was in the womb; her mother said her grandfather too.
"Why's that~?"
"...Your doing?!"
Blood kin, even unseen. If true, then she...!
"Murder them? Your face says it all."
"!!"
"Wanna deny it, but... I helped a bit."
"Don't equivocate—spit it out!!"
As the woman resumed scratching at her nerves, Silveryia yelled. Giggling, she replied,
"Geas."
"Geas...?"
"Yes. I—the one who cast it... wait, precisely, I'm the will of the curse dormant in your bodies. The real me's long gone."
Thanks to that, I can play with this sexy body freely! Teasing a bit, she eyed Silveryia boredly.
"The succubus's Geas on traitor Isis, costing her soul."
"Traitor...?"
What was she saying?
"Wanna hear an old tale? That's why I exist—for Isis women to know. No need to tense; just a story."
Once upon a time, there was a boy dreaming of legendary knighthood. One day, a succubus visited, captivated by his handsome face and diligent pursuit of his goal. Of course, he was shocked—a succubus! But moved by her sincere confession, he accepted her heart. She whispered love, aided him secretly, dreaming of walking beside a grand knight. The boy became a youth, then a knight as wished. She rejoiced like it was her own. But one day, she saw him laughing with another beautiful human—not her. Ahh—where's the man who whispered love to me?! If only I were human! Yet she believed: he still loved her, just straying. Always—until his sword pierced her heart. Staring coldly with sapphire eyes, she screamed, extinguishing her fading flame, weeping blood: No human men for the silver lily; let it be stained black with ugly lust!
Gesturing dramatically like a stage actress, the pink-haired woman grinned satisfiedly.
"The end? Cliché, right? Love and betrayal everywhere. Ta-da! How's the founder's romance and war? Ah, no applause for this fine play! Clap! Clap! What're you waiting for?!"
Clapping alone, shedding fake tears, she sneered at silent Silveryia.
"Yes, that's the curse I—that nameless succubus cast."
"I don't believe—"
"Believe or not, point is: you'll become not human, but a filthy sow. Willing to do anything for him."
"Shut up!!"
"By now, he probably knows—of the sow pitifully pleasuring herself thinking of him."
"He? Who?!"
"Who else? You know."
That orc. Giggling, the pink-haired woman circled Silveryia teasingly.
"The Lewd Curse links to your conqueror. Transmits your lust, desire, cravings. Not thoughts! But he knows you're lusting."
"What?"
Muttering in disbelief, Silveryia found the woman gone, the space darkening, only the echoing voice remaining.
Run, scream—it doesn't matter. You can't escape. That's my purpose: to watch the last Isis fall into a mating-obsessed bitch. Ah, to lift the curse? Simple! Kill the one you're linked to. Easy, right? But... heh heh, is it? ...He's coming.
"Gaaaaahhh!!!"
With a scream, Silveryia awoke. Her bed—her own bed. Hastily checking her body:
Clothes on! Room clean!
Yes, just a dream from defeat's shock—some impure nightmare. Rising, she donned spare plate armor, headed to the desk. And—
The mess on the floor was too pathetic, so I gave special service♥
"Ah..."
Thud. Unbelievable reality. No way... all of it... real? Her fate truly to be ravaged by that orc?
"No... impossible. I won't submit!"
Even as she declared it, her body heated. Drawing her sword, she cleaved the desk in two. If severing his neck frees me, I'll do it myself. Right now, if he appeared—
As she vowed and moved to exit, noise outside grew chaotic—like troops mobilizing. The tent flap burst open.
"Lady Silveryia!!! Disaster!!!"
"Knight Kandor?! What happened?!"
"The adjutant took half the troops up the nameless peak."
"...What?"