Knight's Trial (2)
"Again."
The sword swung in a sharp arc. Eloin’s voice cut through the air, dissatisfied. “Your stance has a flaw. You’re not committing enough weight transfer into the swing.”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
The thought slipped in uninvited: What’s the point of any of this anyway?
“In real combat, one mistake ends a life. You learn techniques not to stay alive—you learn to survive. Swordsmanship was made for survival, nothing else.”
“Okay, got it.”
“…Refine and perfect the swordsmanship needed to survive. Remove the weak points, sharpen it until it becomes flawless for the next generation.”
Eloin demonstrated, moving with absurd grace. The poses looked ridiculous, completely non-threatening.
“Without System corrections, you won’t beat someone like me. If I swing the same way, my blade won’t even touch you.”
Eloin swung the sword through dozens of stances, targeting wrists here, chests there, throats there—each pose spawning countless attack lines. Every feint, every opening. No mere defense would suffice. You had to spot the moment and strike. The stance mattered more than the sword itself.
Eloin corrected my posture again.
“So hold it properly. Swing one hundred times with that exact form.”
One hundred swings before breakfast. I wasn’t going anywhere until I finished.
Shit. Why the hell did I ask for this in the first place?
I swung with everything I had, pouring focus into every detail, power into my arms. Whoosh—!
“Good. Exactly one hundred.”
It was just a plain cut, yet sweat poured down my face. The dawn air was still freezing, but my body burned hotter with every repetition.
Thwack—!Thwack—! I kept going, eyes locked on the blade.
“One last time.”
The sun was rising, birds calling. With nothing but the image of my opponent’s throat in front of me, I cut.
“One hundred repetitions. That’s the end of your morning workout today.”
Even at floor three, my stats were more than enough. Yet my arms and legs trembled. I understood why.
“Once you get used to it, the stamina drain drops. You waste energy on irrelevant parts, so even with top-tier stats, it still hurts.”
Eloin grabbed his gear and headed toward the Guild House.
“Guild Master.”
“Yeah, you worked hard.”
On the way, Elena sat crouched beside the path, watching me train. I hadn’t noticed her.
“What’s up?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you learning elven swordsmanship from Eloin instead of teaching me? I could have learned it too.”
“……”
I didn’t answer. Elena had already slipped away, peeking at us with that playful glint. Had she really told me to respect Elena? After being taken advantage of by Ryan? The guy still had balls.
“Since you’re asking, I’ll tell you one thing.”
Elena stepped up behind me, smiling softly. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, one hand sliding down to guide my stance.
“If I say it like this… then it goes like this.”
Sniff, sniff, deep inhale.
“Haaah… Yes, this is the perfect scent position.”
“Hng, hah, gulp.”
Elena suddenly buried her face in my neck and took a long, slow breath. Her warm, humid exhale brushed my skin. Even drenched in sweat, she didn’t care.
“…It’s because it’s visible, I told you not to ask me to teach you.”
The real reason was completely different, but I didn’t press. Elena knew full well that receiving talent and passing it on were two entirely different things.
“With skin like this… I can’t even imagine how bad your cock scent is…”
Elena ran her hands over me, exploring every inch. Her fingers slipped lower, pushing my pants aside and wrapping around my cock. She stroked it slowly while inhaling my sweat-smeared neck, sniff… sniff… like a pervert.
I didn’t notice it when I was the one doing it…
This was mortifying.
Elena expertly found my weak spots, hardening me, pinning me against the wall. The grip in her fist felt like it could crush joints.
“Hngh… haa…”
She yanked my belt open and shoved my pants down. Then she buried her face in my crotch and inhaled deeply.
“Shh… shh, shhhh…”
Elena’s ears flushed bright red and her breathing grew ragged.
Suddenly something funny occurred to me.
“Guild Master, do you like my cock scent that much?”
“Huh…? Why are you suddenly calling me Guild Master? Why the formal speech?”
“I just learned swordsmanship from Eloin. He told me to respect you, so from now on I’ll speak to Elena Guild Master with proper honorifics.”
The corner of my mouth curved.
“How is it, Elena Guild Master? Wet with sweat and dick?”
“Smells dirty… but it’s still good…”
Elena reached for me desperately. When I took her hand, she laced our fingers naturally. Her eyes softened into a dreamy haze.
“I love it so much…”
She devoured my cock like she was starving, sucking hard, swallowing everything. My balls tightened. The pre-cum signal was unmistakable.
Elena pulled away from my cock.
“So right now, I’m on top?”
“Yes.”
“Hng…”
A wicked little smile.
“Lean against the wall and stick your ass out.”
Elena issued the command with shameless authority. I obeyed without hesitation. I had a good idea what was coming.
Squelch… squelch.
Elena grabbed my ass and thrust her tongue inside. Her tongue swept over my balls, my hole, my ass—slow, deliberate, teasing. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.
“Isn’t it almost time to eat, Elena Guild Master?”
“What does that have to do with anything? The Guild Master is about to lick her subordinate’s asshole. You got a problem with that?”
“No.”
Elena smiled with genuine satisfaction and sucked my balls into her mouth. It wasn’t perverted in the least—it was pure, filthy delight. She rolled them on her tongue, using them to torment me. Her hand stroked my cock in the same rhythm.
The orgasm built fast.
“I can feel precum filling my balls. You want to cum already?”
“Elena Guild Master…!”
I don’t know when she pulled it out, but she pressed a single finger against my tip.
“This is princess Elysha’s cum. Because I’m taking it straight from the bottle, you have to understand.”
“Ugh…!”
“Next time I’ll fill another hole.”
Squirt—!Squirt—!
I came straight into the bottle. Elena milked every drop, praising me like a good girl.
Gluck… gluck.
“You came so much. How long did you hold out?”
“……”
“If you feel like you’re going to burst, come find me. I’ll help you jerk off.”
Elena pressed her tongue harder against my ass, squeezing it until it hurt. Once, twice, three times. She squeezed my balls hard with one hand. Once, twice, three times.
“I don’t mind being milked like an animal.”
Elena pulled the bottle away and released me.
I stood up straight. A satisfying orgasm after morning training. The stress I’d been carrying melted away.
Slurp… slurp.
Elena brought my cock up to her face. She sucked my tip silently, hollowing her cheeks and licking every last drop of cum from my urethra.
“Let’s go eat.”
“Was it good?”
“Not bad. Guild Master.”
My words made Elena hesitate. She looked like she wanted to say something more serious.
“Can’t we do it more seriously later? Fully dressed in armor and everything?”
She was jealous of my relationship with Yoo Dahui. I just nodded calmly.
“But that means you’re saving it for Elysha, right?”
“Yeah.”
Elena tucked the bottle into her inventory. The cum inside couldn’t be used for anything else. I wondered what she planned to do with it, but didn’t ask.
Let her handle it.
I was curious, but ignorance was safer. Better not to know.
I ate a simple breakfast at the Guild House. The prosperous guild hired staff to cook, and the Red-Haired Mercenary Band had their own chef.
“Bread and soup, light breakfast for two.”
Asking for too much was rude. Steam rose from the warm bread and soup. I ate quickly.
Yoo Dahui and Airi descended from the upper floors.
“…I’m going out with Airi today. We have things to do.”
Yoo Dahui’s eyes narrowed when she saw us eating. She glared at me.
“What are you two even doing together anyway?”
I didn’t bother asking. She’d probably figure it out on her own.
Eloi and Elysha were training with Eloin. Their strength at floor three was useless—any reckless move would get them killed instantly.
“I’ll stay with Princess Elysha too.”
Elena had something in mind. Using my cum for whatever she wanted. It was the same cum that transferred memories. She planned to pass today’s events on to next time’s Elysha through her. By interfering, I would only be making things harder for myself.
“Then I’ll… wait. Let’s look around the underground dungeon.”
“Frin. One spoonful.”
Frin and Ally’s mother sat at a table, spoon in hand, searching for a spot to eat. The sight of the broken Frin and the crying mother who’d lost everything to succubi hit me hard. Not guilt for what I’d done, but something heavier.
Someone sturdy stepped down from the upper floors.
Elysha, fully armored and ready.
“Kim Jinwu, get ready quickly.”
“For what?”
“You said yesterday you’d help me get Banshee’s Essence.”
Did I?
Elysha’s expression turned into a smirk when she saw my face. She leaned in and whispered.
“Before you fuck me, you promised to restore Frin to normal. I remember that.”
“Aha.”
Elysha pouted.
“You don’t remember at all?”
“Well, I have nothing better to do.”
I stood up.
“Let’s go. Underground dungeon.”
Party members: me, Elysha, and one rogue to handle the guide role.
“I already have a guide lined up.”
“What?”
“The one who turned Frin like that. You and one more.”
Frin was turned into a fool by the succubi. They sucked the stem of a weak nymph dry and drained the brain.
“No way.”
A black curtain parted. Titania stepped out of the shadows.
Her nun’s habit, garter belt, and chest that rivaled Elysha’s—all while radiating pure lewdness completely at odds with the proper image.
“Still not ready?”
Titania crossed her arms, pushing her chest forward even more. The fabric hid it, yet it looked even more obscene.
I wondered what she’d enjoy down in the dungeon.
“Please stop having those lewd thoughts. My head hurts because of your fantasies.”
“Succubi don’t read thoughts?”
“I feel the lewd fantasies of men. This guy is imagining fucking me, so his precum is flowing.”
“O.”
“Other men are fine, but you’re the problem. Your lower belly is whining.”
Titania pressed her hand to her stomach, right over her womb.
“It’s the signal that you want to get fucked.”
“Shut up, you fucking slut. My virginity is never yours.”
She was the one who started talking first and now was angry at me.
She’ll give it to me soon enough.
Succubi could only submit to the man who took their virginity. That’s why they called incubi “father” and swapped their own virginity with each other. They never affected each other.
“Ah, annoying…”
Titania muttered, but her eyes were sincere. She was full of anticipation, waiting for my seed.
I pulled my sword and equipped my gear.
“Yeah. I don’t need your virginity anyway.”
“You won’t give it to me?”
“Let’s start already. Finding Banshee’s Essence will take forever.”