Defiled Daily Life
Heavy...! Sylvia's strike came whistling down from mid-air, her sword cleaving toward Veronica. Any other opponent would have been sliced clean in two by that blow, but Veronica bent her knees just slightly to absorb her daughter's attack. Dust from Sylvia's aerial leap swirled around them, enveloping the pair.
A blunder! Veronica berated herself. To let her guard down like that! No matter the circumstances, this was unacceptable. In the split second she'd been lost in thought, she'd taken the hit squarely. Her right wrist screamed in agony from bearing the full weight of that massive strike alone.
Could Sylvia really not have seen her predicament? Kikikiki— With one arm still needed to cover her breast, Veronica tilted her blade at an angle, trying to deflect Sylvia's attack. But "What?!" "You're too soft!!" Crossguard!
Sylvia had anticipated from the start that Veronica would try to parry and deflect. She slammed her sword down right into the crossguard between blade and hilt, making it impossible to slide off. Had it hit the middle of the blade or the tip, Veronica could have redirected it easily. This is basically blocking with the hilt! Tilting the sword now was out of the question, and Sylvia's positioning was perfect—any attempt to angle it away would just let her blade plunge straight in. It was a lethal strike impossible to fully evade. And forget the wrist; time was running out. The dust cloud was already starting to clear.
The dust is our only cover right now! "Sylvia, hold on!" "This is my chance to finally land one on you, Mother!" Veronica tried to signal her state, but Sylvia—whether deliberately or just hyped up from the thrill of finally getting the upper hand—was wild-eyed with excitement.
Wrong... me! Even against Sylvia, a warrior of her caliber—especially one she'd trained herself—fighting one-handed was too massive a handicap. The sword that had held steady until moments ago now began to tremble faintly. From the initial clash to this deadlock, only a few seconds had passed. But in another sense, she'd endured several seconds against Sylvia's two-handed overhead strike. With just one hand.
"!!"
But now it was too much. If she kept blocking one-handed like this, either she or Sylvia would get hurt, Veronica judged. Her mind raced with options. Should I use my left hand? Just push the flat of the blade with her left to shove Sylvia back.
B-but if I do that now!! It would expose her breast to everyone. The intimate shame that only her long-dead husband should have seen would be laid bare for all!
Even more embarrassing than before... to the knights, the soldiers, everyone...? No. Her mind screamed no, no, but her left arm trembled anyway.
"My... such a shameful sight, to everyone..." "Mother?"
Sylvia, closest of all with blades locked, called out at Veronica's strangely off-kilter state. Kang—!
"Who said... you could play around...?" "Guh?!"
As Sylvia leaned in to catch Veronica's low murmur, her downward blade suddenly swept away. Panicking, she tried to pull back, but it was too late. In a turn neither had foreseen—kang—! metal rang out. Veronica's leather belt snapped at the waist, the iron plate over her hip clattering to the ground. Sylvia's sword plunged into the dirt beside it.
"What?!" My sword! No time to regret overcommitting; as she reached to recover it, Veronica's spinning kick targeted her waist, sending Sylvia sprawling.
"If you thought this would make me yield, you've miscalculated!"
Who was she shouting at? Before the question could form, the dust cleared to reveal Veronica—still covering her breast with one hand—standing tall over the fallen Sylvia, sword reversed and aimed down.
"Did you have the luxury to chat with me mid-spar?" "Mother...?!"
The duel had ended, deciding victor and vanquished. Knights debating the winner, soldiers enthralled by the two beauties clashing blades, Snow White watching wide-eyed from the reviewing stand—even Sylvia, locked in combat until seconds ago—all fell silent at Veronica's display.
Yes, I have something to protect. You won't test me like this! I won't break for the likes of you! She strode forward, more boldly than ever.
But "?"
It was too quiet. Why? Veronica whipped her gaze to the orc, sensing something off in his belly-clutching laughter. Then alarm hit at the strangely cool sensation in her groin. She looked around.
And "That?!"
Sylvia's sword embedded in the ground, and beside it—a familiar black scrap of fabric. She froze. When I deflected Sylvia's sword just now...! It had grazed her left hip by a paper's thickness, severing not just the belt but her black thong's strap too.
Which meant... N-no way...? No way!
"Ahaha! They say you dodge the wolf and meet the tiger, eh? Trying to hide your tits and ending up flashing your pussy to the world—what a masterpiece, Veronica!"
To others, it sounded like dog barks, but unaffected by the disguise spell, Veronica heard every word. With wide, frantic eyes, she scanned the crowd.
Everyone was staring. No—not at her. At her pussy. Her unwittingly heated slit, on display for all.
"Ahh..."
A breeze below made her pubic hair sway faintly, but Veronica stood dumbfounded, not even thinking to cover it. Her massive breasts, too big for one arm, were mesmerizing enough to steal hearts—yet now her forbidden place was exposed to every soul here.
...!
Knights' shocked cries erupted alongside soldiers' roars of excitement at her nudity. But none reached Veronica's ears. Sylvia hastily draped her cloak over her, but it was too late—the deed was done.
"Ahh..."
In the end, she'd been seen. After all that effort, so thoroughly... An unprecedented, unimaginable humiliation...
"Mother!" "Sylvia?"
Snapped back by Sylvia shoving her face close, Veronica blinked back to reality.
"I'll escort you right away. Are you alright?" "I'm fine. No need for hysterics—it was just my naked body." "Just?! That filthy orc, forcing this humiliation on you!" "I'm fine. Really."
Even as she spoke to teary-eyed Sylvia wrapping her up and Snow White burrowing into her embrace, Veronica met every staring gaze unflinchingly. Some gaped in shock, others blushed, some bulged their eyes, others leered openly with unmasked lust...
It was strange. Embarrassing, yes. But why was her body burning like this? She was stark naked, after all. Why? A gust fluttered the cloak, briefly flashing her breast again. Cheers swelled.
This muscle-bound, unattractive body of mine... Veronica thought so, but the soldiers chanted her name without a care for decorum. Knights averted their eyes from her supreme form—unmatched even in brothels—yet couldn't tear them away. They all deserved to be flogged and dismissed on the spot, but...
"...We'll sweep this under the rug, so keep your mouths shut."
I don't hate it.
Oddly, no revulsion rose. All those gazes on her nudity, the desire, the impure emotions—they felt strangely familiar. Refreshing, even. Like a dam bursting, flooding her with something pent-up. Something welling up inside.
And then, "Th..."
Seeing the orc smirking lewdly, cock erect as he watched her—transparent streams gushed from Veronica's thighs like rivers.
"..."
Sticky shame should disgust her, yet it felt invigorating. Was she broken? No, impossible. She'd fallen for the orc's vile tricks. Yes, this was... the orc's fault...
Veronica decided that's how it was.
"I was just taking a shot in the dark, but damn, she fell for it hook, line, and sinker? Isn't this getting too coincidental?"
Right? Coincidentally, my order uncovered Veronica's issues and led to this stunt. Coincidentally, Sylvia's sword snipped her panty strap? Well, Sylvia might've faked the 'coincidence,' so maybe not... But the most absurd coincidence:
"Like mother, like daughter."
Masochist pervert Sylvia didn't crawl out from under Veronica for nothing.