Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: A Female Knight's Armor is Made to Be Taken Off
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'At this point, she's basically walking porn.'
I slowly admired the Demon Sword's figure.
True to her S-rank status, her body was straight out of a fantasy.
Even clad in armor, her massive tits asserted their presence without mercy.
A firm waistline flowed down from there.
And those plump, juicy thighs, toned from training yet oozing seductive charm.
Every protruding curve screamed sex appeal.
Her taut body was begging to be fucked from head to toe.
'If she looks this hot armored up and clothed... how insane must she be naked?'
What really caught my eye, though, were those enormous breasts.
Even under clothes that might make her look flat on someone else, their overwhelming size was impossible to ignore.
They had to be bigger than her own head.
Of course, shape and firmness matter too, but at this size, they'd surpass anything else anyway.
Honestly, I wondered if a knight could even fight properly lugging around slabs of meat like that.
'Nah. They might actually be useful for distracting enemies.'
Like gravity pulling on an object, a man's gaze naturally locks onto huge tits—it's instinct.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from those overwhelming mounds.
Or more accurately, I was staring outright, blatantly ogling them.
A surging urge hit me: I wanted to rip off that armor and devour her breasts right now.
"P-pervert... freak..."
The Demon Sword glared at me with gritted teeth, full of contempt.
In our line of work, that was practically a reward.
Besides, all she could muster in her helpless, bound state was this pathetic resistance.
Her face flushed—whether from shame or humiliation—only made her more alluring.
'In my past life, she killed me too fast for a proper look.'
Even then, the moment I saw her, I thought about fucking her.
I figured it was just post-fap brain, but now...
Up close, it was clear: her killer body was the real culprit.
Any guy would want to pound tits and ass like that on sight. It's normal.
Her figure was optimized for breeding.
Those perfect breasts and hips screamed "make babies."
"Damn, the more I look, the better those tits and ass get. Bet they'd jiggle just right—pure eye candy."
"Shut your mouth, you bastard! How long do you plan to insult a knight?!"
"Insult? We haven't even gotten started yet."
Calling this an insult? Please.
She had a ton of sensations and experiences ahead.
I was personally curious if she'd keep up this tough act the whole time.
'Judging by her reactions, she probably has zero experience with men.'
For now, I decided to check her status window as a test.
Her info and stats scrolled out smoothly.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ [Scanning nearby Demon Sword.]
👤 Name: Kalia ⭐ Rank: S 🌟 Attribute: Light ❤️ Lust: 0/10 😍 Sensitivity: 2/10 💕 Favorability: 0/10 Strategy Guide:
[A noble Demon Sword who values honor and possesses considerable pride. She currently harbors strong hostility toward you. Subduing her will require significant effort, persistence, and a variety of approaches. Clearly demonstrate your superiority in strength, then gradually infuse her with pleasure to teach her who her master is.]
'Looks like she's gonna be way tougher than Glaou.'
Glaou started with high favorability—sensitivity was secondary.
The guide even said pushing hard would work, and it did.
She let me fuck her way easier than expected.
'Even if my traits jacked up her lust quick, getting permission wasn't hard.'
But Kalia's stats were the total opposite.
Not just with me—she probably had zero interest in anything sexual to begin with.
Or more like, outright repulsion toward it.
'Even for a knight who hates my guts, zero lust and favorability is tricky.'
The guide straight-up says it'll take major effort.
'Maintaining a good relationship like with Glaou is out. Aim for a provisional contract first.'
I never expected her to fold instantly like under hypnosis anyway.
This was basically defiling a total stranger.
And repeating it multiple times.
Some coercion was inevitable in the process.
"...What are you just standing there for? Scared after all that filthy talk?"
"Gotta think. So shut up."
"Ugh!"
I grabbed her head again and yanked.
Not too hard, but enough to sting.
Pain wasn't the main goal—humiliation was.
"...Treating a woman like this. You're trash."
"Yeah, I'm trash. So what can you do about it?"
"Kuh!"
She was starting to get who I was.
It was rough, but necessary.
To break this knight as fast and effectively as possible.
'Tried thinking of persuasion, but she'd never buy it.'
The world ends if I don't fuck you? Yeah, right.
No woman would spread for that crazy bullshit.
I wouldn't either—just call me insane.
'Can't take time to gently win her heart either.'
S-rank Demon Swords have sky-high pride.
And this one's a knight type.
Who knows how long it'd take for her to consent.
Weeks at best, years at worst.
I didn't have that luxury.
'Plus, after fucking this one, I gotta bang the next. What's the point of winning hearts?'
No Demon Sword would sit by while I seduced and fucked others openly.
My path wasn't some wholesome dating sim conquering hearts one by one.
If anything, it was closer to a rape game where you overpower heroines.
So inevitably, rough methods it was.
And honestly? I preferred it this way.
"From now on, I'll teach you pleasures you've never dreamed of for the rest of your life. Try not to pass out from how good it feels."
"Ha! Think this body would ever submit to an enemy and fawn over you?"
"Guess we'll find out."
I reached out and started stripping the Demon Sword—no, Kalia—of her armor.
"Wh-what?! How do you know the armor's structure...?"
"Pfft, this? Not that complicated."
Hey, I used to work as an artisan.
Not full plate either—just light armor. Easy to remove.
These outfits were designed more for others to help put on than self-dressing.
Meaning, easier for someone else to strip off.
-Clunk! Thud!
In seconds, all her armor clattered to the ground.
I hadn't even touched her clothes yet, but she looked utterly humiliated, like she'd been stripped bare.
For a knight, armor probably held deep meaning.
Or maybe realizing her powerlessness as it was peeled away hit home.
Either way, I loved the reaction.
"Don't even think about wearing armor like this again. I'll train you to get comfy showing skin."
"Shut up! As if I'd obey your commands."
Face beet red, gear helplessly stripped, yet no sign of breaking.
That defiance oddly satisfied me as I admired her body again.
'Yeah, way better without the armor.'
Now only thin clothes covered Kalia.
Even unremoved, her massive tits were on full display.
A deep, unbelievable cleavage carved by solid flesh.
Tits begging for a paizuri.
'Huge, but barely any sag. Super firm-looking. Nipples poking right through.'
Status said no bra.
Her erect nipples' outlines showed clearly through the fabric.
Sure, bare tits would be hotter, but this had its own appeal.
'Eh, I'll strip it all later anyway.'
Now I went for her clothes.
"Ngh!"
Sensing full nudity incoming?
Kalia's face burned hotter, drowned in shame.
"S-stop... I won't forgive this kind of humiliation!"
"Pfft! What happened to 'never cum no matter what'? Scared now that you're about to be naked for real?"
"I'm not scared! I just hate your filthy gaze!"
"Same difference. Keep throwing your tantrums."
Savoring her reactions, I gripped her clothes agonizingly slow.
Then ripped them straight off.
-Riiip! Shrrrip!
"Ahh..."
Kalia squeezed her eyes shut as her outfit shredded into rags.
White breasts and pink nipples bared before me.
Her huge, fleshy tits jiggled sensually.
Shreds of cloth clinging actually accentuated them more.
'Groooan, this is S-rank titty.'
Her panties were plain white, no frills.
A bit modest, but fresh and not bad for a first look.
"Hm, nice. Leaving a little clothing on is better."
"Perverted bastard... Don't forget this. I'll get revenge someday."
"Threats from a tied-up girl aren't scary."
If anything, a thrilling shiver ran through me.
The Demon Sword who killed me in my past life.
A woman way stronger than me, now helplessly offering her body.
That alone sparked weird excitement.
'Seriously, the more I look, the more perfect those tits are.'
Thinking that, I casually groped her breast.
The instant I did—
"Ahn!"
A cute, lewd moan escaped the Demon Sword.
I looked up to see her eyes wide in shock.
Her face flushed crimson all the way to her ears.