# 050 A Winning Strategy to Hide My Identity
# 050 A Winning Strategy to Hide My Identity
Leticia panicked and let out a shrill scream.
For an instant she glared at me with furious eyes, but she only bit her lower lip with a hiss and said nothing else.
"I was hoping to enjoy myself with my slave for a bit. Did you have more important business?"
Squish, squish.
I was not merely touching her; I was openly fondling her hard enough to make noise. The Demon Saintesses exchanged glances, clearly letting their suspicions fade.
As if the Heavenly Demon Saintess would stay still while someone sexually harassed her ass.
Still, didn't she look too much like her?
She was a woman who killed her own doppelgänger because she couldn't stand watching her get raped and then went into hiding—would she really wear such lewd clothing and let herself be sexually harassed by a perverted vampire?
The Demon Saintesses nodded once at each other.
"...We apologize. The reason we came here today was not for anything else, but to pay our respects to the VIP who has graced this occasion with his presence."
"Is that really necessary?"
"You did invest one hundred thousand gold."
"Well, true."
Even putting aside the matter of Leticia, a hundred thousand gold was an amount sufficient for someone at the level of a Demon Saintess to come and offer me her greetings.
Or sufficient enough to send women of that level over.
"I have no need for congratulatory remarks or anything of that sort, and I have no interest in banquets or anything like that. The only thing I'm interested in is watching my lovely rabbits perform."
Smack.
I gave Leticia a light kiss on her waist.
Leaving a vivid kiss mark on the bare skin fully exposed thanks to the design, I provocatively sent the Demon Saintesses a look.
"I'm sorry, but I want to spend a pleasant time with my Black Rabbit. Would you mind leaving now? I'm in a bit of a hurry, you see."
I pointed below my waist.
The three of them gulped at the silhouette of my firmly erect cock, plainly visible beneath my pants.
No matter that they were Demon Saintesses, it was only natural for their eyes to be drawn to the outline of an exceptionally thick cock that looked ready to burst through the pants.
Just as a married man walking down the street in his wife's absence might glance at least once if a woman with breasts far larger than his wife's passed by, women were the same.
'Or had they figured it out?'
That the cock that had taken their virginity was in fact my cock.
They probably hadn't seen it directly—they had been violated while wearing blindfolds, after all—but the memory and instinct of having been violated by me, and a woman's intuition, might somehow tip them off.
'In that case, I'll just violate them one more time right here on the spot.'
To protect Leticia, I would violate the Demon Saintesses who were trying to set Leticia up before the Rape Dragon.
A perfect plan.
"We've committed many discourtesies. If you'll excuse us."
The Demon Saintesses bowed their waists and tried to leave.
"Sword Demon Saintess?"
"...If it's not too much trouble, may I attend to you personally?"
"Ho-oh? What do you mean by that?"
The other Demon Saintesses were about to leave, but the Sword Demon Saintess stood firmly in place and did not turn away.
"I am concerned that the other girls may be lacking in various ways to attend to Lord Jirfangfar III. If there is anything you need, I would like to attend to you myself. Would that be acceptable?"
"I don't particularly mind, but..."
Strength entered Leticia's buttocks.
She seemed to be tensing up, and she was sending me some kind of signal with her eyes.
What Leticia was most concerned about was her own identity.
Setting aside that it might get out that the Heavenly Demon Saintess had become the Black Rabbit and was suffering the humiliation of having her ass groped by me, if it became known that the Heavenly Demon Saintess was in the Colosseum, the Demon Saintesses would immediately storm the place again and try to capture her.
'There's absolutely no way I can let that happen.'
I'd only just gotten a feel of her ass; I couldn't hand Leticia over.
The Sword Demon Saintess saying she wanted to attend to me at my side was a situation that could be interpreted in two ways.
One, she had realized Leticia's identity.
The other, she had sensed something from my cock and realized that I was the Rape Dragon.
Both possibilities carried considerable risk, and the surest solution was to chase the Sword Demon Saintess away, but...
"You might end up seeing some rather explicit scenes. Will you be all right with that?"
Aah.
The insidious Black Dragon persona wouldn't let me stop.
My cock had sprung erect from groping Leticia's ass, and because of that, I could no longer stay still.
"Sword Demon Saintess. That is..."
"I am all right. You two, please go on ahead."
The Sword Demon Saintess turned back and whispered something, and the two Demon Saintesses left.
She must be planning to verify which one was real and which wasn't.
'Then I'll have to make it real on my end too.'
If I just kept groping her, she'd grow suspicious, so I'd need to use Leticia more aggressively.
"Sia, come here."
I sat down on the single-person sofa made for spectating and pulled Leticia toward me.
"I'll just relax and watch the other fighters' matches until Ria's main tournament match begins. Come on over here."
I patted the armrest of the sofa.
Leticia perched one side of her hip on the edge of the sofa, and I gently grabbed the hip sticking outward and pulled her in.
"Kuh..."
"Fruit."
"R-right now...?"
"There's some prepared, isn't there?"
I pointed toward the refreshments prepared against the wall.
And just as Leticia was about to move, I pulled her ass toward me without delay.
"You have to stay here. Sword Demon Saintess?"
"...I shall prepare it."
Her voice had gone slightly cold; she apparently hadn't expected that I would make her do such menial chores.
"Here you are."
"Peel it."
"...Yes."
Though her voice was flat, a faint tinge of anger was unmistakable.
No matter that she'd volunteered to attend to me in order to keep watch, she probably had never imagined she'd be made to do the kind of work real servants did.
Still, she peeled fruit well.
Befitting the Sword Demon Saintess, she quite daintily peeled the fruit with nothing but a dagger and placed it on a plate.
"Thank you. Now then... Sia?"
"Yes?"
"You'll have to feed me, won't you?"
"......."
Sia picked up the plate with one hand and took the fruit with her fingers.
The fruit she offered with slightly trembling hands wavered aimlessly, but I firmly shook my head.
"Uh-uh. How did I teach you?"
At an angle the Sword Demon Saintess couldn't see, I traced words on Leticia's buttock with my index finger.
"......!!"
Leticia recoiled and trembled, but I patted Leticia's ass and urged her on.
"Hm?"
"......Aaah."
Chomp.
I opened my mouth and chewed the fruit Leticia offered.
I could feel not only Leticia but even the Sword Demon Saintess furrowing her brow, but wasn't this the standard way to eat fruit?
My previous wife, a High Elf, would peel fruit and place it into my mouth whenever I simply opened my mouth.
Every single day when I ate the fresh fruit picked from the orchard I kept spread out outside my dungeon, the High Elf would obediently place the fruit into my mouth.
'Ah.'
I suddenly wanted to do that.
I still hadn't made even Sharia do it—she couldn't even peel fruit—and now that I'd gotten the urge for this act after a long while, I couldn't resist it.
"Sia."
I communicated my intention again by writing on Sia's buttock.
Sia's face flushed as though she found it absurd, but soon she peeled the entire skin off a long tropical fruit and held it to my lips.
"Aah."
Crunch.
I held the banana in my mouth.
I carefully held it with my lips so it wouldn't break, and Sia brushed aside her bangs and took the opposite end of the banana into her own mouth.
Nibble.
Nibble.
Sia started eating the banana very slowly.
Watching her close the distance bit by tiny bit, I felt a thrill and a sense of longing.
"......."
Close enough that we could feel each other's breath, so close the bridges of our noses nearly touched.
Leticia didn't come any nearer, but I took hold of her chin and turned her head.
Nibble, nibble.
This time from my side.
Leticia's entire body went stiff, and she quietly closed her eyes.
And then.
Nibble.
Right before our lips met—at a distance so close barely a single sheet of paper could slip between—I bit the banana in two.
-Eating fruit without kissing. Don't worry, we won't kiss.
It was a good thing I'd conveyed my intention beforehand by writing it on her ass.
If I hadn't, she'd have thought it was a real kiss and pulled her face back.
"Good, good. That's my Sia."
"...Thank you."
"Heh-heh-heh."
She must have meant thank you for not kissing.
Watching her face flush with embarrassment made me get fully erect all over again.
The problem was...
'Using her hands or mouth would be difficult, wouldn't it?'
Even for Leticia, there were lines she wouldn't cross.
If I told her to touch or suck my cock with her hands and mouth right now, she'd definitely refuse.
If I wanted to let my cock feel a little more comfortable, this really was the correct answer.
"Sia. Sit down."
I patted my thigh.
"...On top of you, Master?"
"Yes. Sit. Right now."
At my threat, Leticia glanced sideways at the Sword Demon Saintess, then reached out her hand toward me.
"...Really? Right here?"
It was a look that asked what on earth I was planning to do right in front of the Sword Demon Saintess, and I once again breathed faith and trust into her buttocks.
Would not put it in.
Would not.
"...Do not mind me."
The Sword Demon Saintess's voice remained unwavering.
She herself had told me not to mind her, so now the one who minded it would be the loser.
"Sia. Hurry."
"U-ugh..."
Sia sat down on top of me with an awkward motion.
In an instant, my lower half, crushed under her ass, heated up as if my cock was about to burst, and I wrapped my arms around Leticia from behind and buried my face against her back.
"W-what about the match...?"
"There's no need to watch anything except Ria's match."
I reached down and removed my pants.
I lifted Leticia slightly to let my cock breathe, then pushed my cock between Leticia's thighs.
"Hiik...!"
Between the triangle of her thighs.
At my cock proudly raising its glans, Leticia went rigid.
"Sssss. Haaah."
I grabbed her stomach to stop Leticia from running away.
If I grabbed her chest, I thought she'd genuinely panic, so I grabbed her stomach instead and traced words with my finger against her belly, like secret notes passed by touch.
-The Sword Demon Saintess is suspicious.
"!!"
Only then did Leticia stay still.
-I'm sorry. If we don't do at least this, that woman will definitely be suspicious.
I actively appealed the righteousness of my actions to her, bewildered as she was.
-The moment the Sword Demon Saintess leaves, I'll let you go immediately, so just stay still until then. Don't worry. I absolutely won't put it in.
For now.
In the first place, a sturdy piece of black cloth lay between me and Leticia, blocking our union.
Unless this cloth was torn or pushed aside, my cock could never directly meet her pussy.
'Hold on, Leticia.'
I drew an arrow on Leticia's stomach, pointing in the Sword Demon Saintess's direction.
Look.
At where the Sword Demon Saintess's gaze was directed right now.
Her head faced forward, toward the arena, but weren't her eyes turned toward my cock?
'There's absolutely no chance she'll find out.'
Unless she got to try inserting it directly, even the Sword Demon Saintess wouldn't be able to tell with just her eyes that this black dragon cock was the Rape Dragon's that had taken her first time.
Leticia's identity would not be exposed.
My identity would also not be exposed.
This thigh play, the so-called smata, was a clever scheme that perfectly solved both problems.
It was, to the very end, a drastic measure for the sake of concealing identities.
Never.
"Sssss. Haaah...."
"......."
There were no ulterior motives.
And if there were any ulterior motives...
'You're a little wet, aren't you?'
In this situation, Leticia was the one who got wet. I was free of any blame.
For I was merely erect.