How to Conquer the Horny Sow Princess in a Duel

I followed Teacher Nora into the arena. A vast, coliseum-like space opened before us, sealed off by a transparent barrier. That membrane was designed to repel any attacks or debris flying toward the spectator seats. Fortunately, there were no onlookers today.

"Have you brought any weapons with you?"

"Ah."

"I thought it was strange that you appeared to be completely empty-handed. How exactly do you plan to fight without a weapon? I'm sorry, but I won't show any mercy just because you're unarmed. My chastity is on the line here too."

She had a point. Since this was an arena, I assumed there would be weapons available and turned around. That was when it happened.

"Excuse me, isn't this a weapon?"

"!"

Someone hurled a black dagger with tremendous force. I caught the serrated blade flying at me like a buzzsaw, my face frozen in shock. The precision was so perfect that a single mistake would have cost me several fingers. Without thinking, I slipped into polite speech.

"Who are you?"

"Attendance number 14. Lilith. I am the former Holy Maiden of the Agape Sect. The old title is embarrassing, so please address me by my name."

She was one of the beauties I had seen at the lectern earlier.

Her bright yellow eyes with cross-shaped pupils glowed with an air of mystery. Her hair was the same color, styled in a neat bob. She was quite a beautiful woman. Her skin was as white as jade, and she wore white gloves on her hands.

The Holy Maiden of the sect. I heard rumors that she suddenly abandoned her title and became an ordinary person…

I was still stunned that even someone like her was in this class when—

"Over here too!"

"Ugh!"

A blade came flying from the opposite side. It was an identical black dagger to the one the Holy Maiden had thrown.

"And you are?"

"Attendance number 9. Ma Hwiryung. I'm a she-devil who came from the farthest edge of the Eastern Land of Heavenly Supremacy."

This one was the same. Another of the beauties from the lectern.

A classic Eastern beauty. Even though her long sleeves completely covered her wrists, they still jingled. She wore a highly revealing outfit that looked exactly like a jiangshi, complete with a yellow talisman stuck to her forehead. The side slits and the lines of her black stockings were dangerously provocative. From the side, it looked like you could see straight between her legs. Her black hair and red eyes reminded me of my younger sisters, but unlike them, this was a seductive woman with her hair in double buns and impressive assets both above and below.

So the Land of Heavenly Supremacy really is like one of those murim worlds.

The dagger she threw was far more dangerous than the Holy Maiden's. If it hadn't taken a bizarre angle mid-flight, I would have been in serious trouble.

"Whoa, using mysterious sorcery, huh? I was sure at least one finger was gonna fly off~!"

"They say everyone from beyond the desert only knows how to throw hands. Guess you're the same?"

"Ahaha! You know it! If you have time later, let's throw down too!"

She laughed as if I'd paid her a compliment. Her attitude suggested she'd happily accept if I started a fight right now. Convinced there wasn't a single sane woman in the bunch, I turned to Lilith, who at least seemed like someone I could talk to.

"Excuse me, what exactly is this dagger?"

"It fell out of Teacher Ludo's bag while we were on our way to the arena. It didn't seem like you noticed, so Hwiryung and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I picked them up for you."

This was news to me. Just in case, I'd prepared a few weapons and throwing consumables, but I had zero memory of bringing such a vicious-looking dagger.

Black base with ruby inlays? And that suspicious purple aura on top of it. Where the hell did this come from?

I rummaged through my bag just to be sure and found a crumpled piece of paper. Since I'd organized my bag before leaving, this was something I'd never seen before.

Even the message was short and blunt.

Strange. Does our family even have the funds to buy something this expensive? And "Dad"? Father would never refer to himself that way.

The handwriting was so crooked it looked like it had been scratched onto a rock.

This is definitely not a gift from Father. Another one of Lady Sekhmet's pranks?

Worried it might be cursed, I glared at the dagger. Then the information flowed into my mind.

The rank was high and the special abilities were numerous. This was my first time seeing an Epic grade weapon. With my ability, I'd turned many bandits and villains into swords, but the best I'd managed before was Rare, and even that had been rare.

Where did these weapons come from?

They were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about 40 centimeters long. They barely had any weight, yet the aura pouring off them was terrifying. I decided not to use them unless absolutely necessary.

"──How long do you intend to keep me waiting!?"

Elena called out. With no choice, I tossed the daggers and juggled them as I stepped onto ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the stage. She had already finished her battle preparations.

"Making a lady wait is truly poor manners."

"What the hell is that outfit?"

"Oh my, it seems this is your first time seeing it. This is the venerable Battle Outfit of Love that has been passed down through the Belamour family for generations~!"

She struck a pose that perfectly captured her arrogant laugh.

It's a high-leg leotard…

To be precise, it was a black high-leg combat suit. The V-shaped triangle rising above her pubic mound and thighs was dangerously precarious. The back was completely swallowed between her cheeks, to the point where her anus might be visible.

"Hehe. It's not unreasonable for you to look at me with such lewd eyes. The Belamour family is one that loves talented individuals. This outfit was designed to seduce capable men even during battle, and to increase our survival rate should we lose. Thanks to that, during the height of our decline, we were called the Seed-Receiving Clan."

In a way, it was a more derogatory nickname than even the Spinsters Class. Elena laughed boldly even as she burned with rage at her family's shameful history.

"But that is a story of the past. The riffraff who called our family by that name could not withstand the currents of time and vanished. While enduring such humiliation, our family survived by accepting strong blood. The birth of strong children like myself and Selena has proven generation after generation that this method was not wrong. And now, no one calls us seed-receivers, nor do we tolerate it."

"I didn't ask, and I never mocked you."

"I know. But you should understand why I'm angry so that when you lose, you'll comprehend it, no?"

Her rapier extended sharply. The target was obviously me—Ludo von Eisenwald.

"That is why I cannot forgive you. To dare mock us with the term 'spinster'—us, who have gathered talent, accepted countless bloodlines, and finally secured our position after desperate battles and humiliation! To throw a woman of the Belamour family, whose pride is loving talent and building a harmonious household, into a class like this!? How could I face our ancestors who worked so hard to lay the foundation!?"

"I wasn't mocking your entire family or the royal house. I was just mocking you and your little sister personally."

"Shut up!"

A soft pink aura matching her hair spread in all directions. She had mocked her own family as the "Seed-Receiving Clan," but now that was the problem.

"Therefore, I will dismantle this ridiculous class today~!"

The moment she threw out that playful line with a smile, Elena's body split into several figures. I thought she had created clones from cherry blossoms, but in reality, her aura and magical power were so dense that every movement left afterimages.

"Tsk."

Before I could even finish one breath, my neck was lightly cut. Countless magical clones brushed past me. One of them—the real body—had struck me directly. Fortunately, it was only a shallow cut, like a razor blade. It wasn't even a real wound.

I blocked it, but she attacked without any warning?

The two daggers I used to block were light as feathers, and their durability was beyond imagination. The moment I sensed killing intent, I had barely lifted my arm, yet the moment the blades met, the rapier seemed to bounce off on its own.

"Oh my… You're quite impressive. I was planning to end it immediately and leave, but you blocked it well."

Surprised that it hadn't ended with that, her golden pupils widened. Of course, I was just as surprised.

"As expected. They've been selectively breeding with talented individuals since ancient times. If that's how you were born, there's no way you'd be weak."

"You're quick on the uptake. Your tone is unpleasant, but you grasped the core perfectly. The fools who got caught up in my earlier talk of the seed-receiving clan let their guard down at that single remark and died, you know?"

There were plenty of families that committed incest or mixed bloodlines to gain power. The Belamour royal family simply never hid it and did it blatantly, both internally and externally.

No wonder the princess so readily bet her chastity. Their bloodline itself was a source of pride.

I gathered magic power at the cut and instantly healed the wound before resetting my stance. She gave a short compliment—"You have many tricks"—then reset her own stance and greeted me once more.

"Then, to change the mood, allow me to reintroduce myself! I am attendance number 1, from the Western Belamour royal family. Elena de Belamour! I officially acknowledge here and now that you are qualified to face me~!"

"I have no intention of stating my name three times. Especially not to a cowardly bitch who launches surprise attacks."

"It's just a cute beauty's prank. How narrow-minded of you not to enjoy it~♪"

Bullshit. When I clicked my tongue, she made a request to Nora, who stood at the edge of the stage.

"The match continues until one side admits defeat. Of course, there will be no ring-outs. The rest will be decided by the Academic Director acting as referee~!"

"Understood. In the name of Nora B. Crest, I approve this duel."

Snap! When Nora flicked her fingers, another transparent barrier enveloped the arena, and a special magic like dust wrapped around us. Even without explanation, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I immediately understood what it was. It was the famous specialty of the Concordia arena—the magic that prevents a single fatal wound.

"During a fight, things can get heated. Still, once the match is over, please maintain proper etiquette. And above all, avoid drawing blood."

"Yes."

"Got it!"

Immediately after, a transparent start panel appeared between us as if drawing a line.

"This time you won't be able to dodge!"

She moved before the gong even sounded. The moment she wrapped her entire body in soft pink aura and tried to create more magical clones, I gripped both daggers in my right hand and slipped my left hand into my coat.

The gong built into the arena rang out, sending a clear noise echoing everywhere. Elena and I moved at the same time.

"Then this time, farewell! I'll send you off without pain!"

The moment she takes a step, she'll vanish again. Using a technique you've already shown once is your mistake.

She thrust her rapier forward like a bee stinger and stepped in. I pulled several iron needles from my coat. Immediately, just as I had predicted, Elena's body began disappearing slowly from her toes upward.

『Now, this ends it!』

The soft pink magical power covering her body created an optical illusion by bending light. With her remaining power, she created clones to confuse me. Just look at the amount of magic concentrated at her feet. If I tried to copy it, I'd collapse from the massive expenditure. Her intention to settle the match in one go was blatantly obvious.

Since I'd already seen the footwork, I could respond easily. Still, to prepare for any unforeseen accidents, I decided to run my mouth.

"Hey, Elena. Sorry to do this during a duel, but I have something I need to say."

In truth, it was less of a tactic and more about venting my anger. Thinking back on being locked in that cage made me so furious that I wanted to make that arrogant mouth of hers squeal.

"All that talk about your Belamour royal family's hard work and laying foundations—do you realize that from my perspective, it all sounds like complete bullshit?"

I responded with vulgarity befitting a filthy princess. This was my verbal assault.

『What did you say!?』

『What is this sudden nonsense!』

The magical shadow that perfectly mimicked Elena's form. The soft pink clone screamed. I didn't know the exact mechanics, but since the real body wasn't appearing, I kept talking.

"Look at yourself. You claim your family wore those outfits for generations just to survive? That means when you lost, you spread your legs for nameless men, flattered them, and barely managed to stay alive. Just thinking about how many cocks your oh-so-great ancestors must have sucked makes me want to vomit. And you package it up with pretty words like 'because we love talent.' Aren't you ashamed to be a descendant of such a bloodline?"

A clone attacked me mid-sentence. I still had plenty more to say, but she couldn't hold back.

『You bastard!』

『Take that back right now!』

『How dare you spout such nonsense! What do you know about us!?』

I didn't even blink. The clones made of magical power had substance and could inflict wounds, but their attacks were monotonous and easy to dodge. I kept my left hand inside my coat while focusing on one corner of the arena.

"Blood doesn't lie. Look at you—a fat sow whose flesh has grown thick just to seduce a single man… Doesn't it make you laugh when you think about it? A plump, fattened sow wagging her tail at the butcher, squealing without shame: 'Our family has always been sows! Look, we have such high-grade meat! Our parents were wonderful sows too, and I'm proud of it!' How many of your retainers actually see you as a person? Maybe they're hiding filthy thoughts behind those polite smiles?"

I continued provoking her. My mouth was vulgar, my eyes sharp. However, the one who took the bait wasn't Elena, but her sister Selena who had been watching.

"You… How dare you say such things… Shut your mouth!"

"Stay out of this, outsider! Don't butt into someone else's fight! It reeks of pussy juice over here!"

"That trash—!?"

She kept interrupting from the side, but I ignored her and continued.

"You and your little sister are proud of that bloodline that latches onto men like leeches? Then I guess your cunts are just like your ancestors'? With blood that smells like semen, I bet your lower holes are ragged and loose like a sunken ferry boat… Oh right, you were royalty. Do you even know what a sunken ferry boat is? When wood rots, it turns pitch black and gives off a foul stench. Ugh, just imagining how wet you are right now from getting excited is making my stomach turn."

That was the moment.

"Y-you, you, youuuuuuu, you piece of traaaaaash────!!!!"

As expected, she couldn't endure having her ancestors and her sister's pussies insulted. A scream erupted from empty space. At that exact moment, I pulled out my hidden left hand and hurled the iron needles toward the floor with all my strength.

"Hieek!?"

"Sorry. I didn't really mean to insult you."

I had been watching the exact spot where Elena had taken her first step before hiding her body. Thanks to that, I accurately pinpointed where the sound came from. Elena tried to dodge the needles embedded in the floor and ended up rolling across the ground in humiliation.

"Guh-ugh!"

I'd thought her movement speed was strangely fast. It turned out she was using the magic power gathered at her feet to skate across the floor. That explained why the impact of her fall was so severe. She fell so hard it looked like she'd scraped her face across the ground.

"Sister!"

My earlier provocation had worked too well. Seeing that state, even her sister finally lost her temper, jumped into the arena, and drew her short spear.

"Lady Selena. This is a one-on-one duel. If you interfere, I, Nora, will not forgive it even if I must stake my position as Academic Director."

"B-but! That man insulted both me and my sister, and even our family! I cannot let this pass!"

"It was all part of his strategy. That's why he apologized immediately. You know he didn't mean it, don't you?"

"That depends on the situation…!"

If Selena interfered now, the situation would become muddled. Disliking that possibility, the victim of my verbal abuse sprang back up.

"Selena, do not interfere! I let my guard down just now!"

"Sister… but!"

"Besides, although that man is irritating, he seems to understand combat and strategy. To think he would use only his mouth to counter my technique. Thanks to that, I've become slightly aroused. The provocation from earlier is gradually starting to feel like the truth."

Huh?

The truth? What truth? Didn't I just curse her out?

"Sister, don't tell me your estrus switch has already…!?"

"What estrus switch?"

While I was bewildered by this new term I'd never heard before, she stroked her bright red chin and smiled sweetly. It wasn't my imagination—the crotch area of her high-leg battle suit was blatantly soaked.

"Earlier, you insulted our family to provoke me, correct? Among those insults, there is one thing even I must admit is true."

"W-what is it?"

"The part about us 'spreading our legs for talented men.' That is absolutely not a lie. Here, look at my body as proof~!"

Elena flushed crimson. Lewd protrusions poked prominently against the high-leg suit, especially across her chest.

"The joy of finding new talent has caused the Belamour blood within me to boil with heat~♪"

This was completely unexpected. Before I knew it, the seed-receiving princess had undergone her ultimate evolution into a horny sow in heat.