The Lionesses' Clash, The Cunning Commoner's Whisper
All eyes turned to Tusma Ssex. The pride of two entire factions rested on his next words.
Tusma slowly lifted his head. A servile smile still clung to his lips, yet his eyes gleamed with icy calculation.
“I…”
Tusma paused, shifting his gaze between Ruriel—who watched him with anxious eyes—and Elara, who looked down on him with open arrogance. Then he spoke.
“...Naturally, for lowly commoners such as ourselves, our means of survival is to follow the one who can offer us more.”
His answer was utterly cunning. Without openly siding with either woman, it only fanned the flames of their rivalry even hotter.
“What did you just say?”
“That means…!”
Ruriel and Elara’s eyes flashed at the same time. Seizing the moment, Tusma drove the blade deeper.
“Young Lady Basium has already bestowed upon this humble one a valuable ‘experience’ and a generous reward. As for Young Lady Bonhelm… might I ask what you could possibly offer me?”
It was a blatant provocation. A mere commoner daring to negotiate with nobles. The students watching could not hide their shock. They were certain the fool had lost his mind.
“Hah. What an insolent commoner.”
Elara’s lips curved upward in clear amusement.
“How entertaining. I like it. I’ll treat you far better than that beggar bitch ever could. Follow me, and I’ll give you money, of course… and anything else you desire.”
Elara ran her gaze over Tusma with seductive intent, subtly pushing forward her generous breasts. The “anything” she offered carried an unmistakable implication that her own body was included in the deal—meaning she would use him as her personal living sex toy.
The instant everyone realized the true meaning, murderous intent surged from Ruriel’s entire being.
“Elara…! You dare…!”
Jealousy, possessive obsession, and the burning sexual hunger triggered by Tusma’s semen fused together. Ruriel’s reason was a hair’s breadth from completely snapping. She yanked her wand from her inventory and gripped the handle until her knuckles turned white.
The situation was on the verge of exploding. Soon, these two lionesses would begin a hideous battle to claim him as their own.
And the one who would ultimately stand victorious over that fight… was none other than Tusma Ssex himself.
The air in the garden had grown so taut it felt ready to explode at any second. Ruriel Basium’s hand was bone-white where it clutched her wand, and her golden eyes burned with pure murderous rage directed at Elara Bonhelm.
Only one thought filled her mind.
My thing… my toy… my bread shuttle… How dare that bitch try to steal what belongs to me…!
The fierce possessiveness ignited by Tusma’s semen was devouring her reason. The scorching heat that boiled inside her body had now transformed into pure fury, ready to detonate toward the rival standing before her.
Elara, feeling that killing intent wash over her entire body, did not lose her relaxed smile. On the contrary, the angrier Ruriel became, the more delighted she seemed. She hid her mouth behind her fan and openly mocked her.
“Oh dear, how scary. You aren’t actually planning to draw a blade here, are you, Ruriel? If you did, expulsion would be the least of your worries. Or do you want to watch your already crumbling family sink completely into the dirt?”
Elara’s words struck like a dagger, piercing the last shred of Ruriel’s pride. She was right. Causing a scene here would only hurt herself.
Ruriel shoved her wand away with trembling hands, then glared at Elara with gritted teeth.
“...Fine. A commoner is still a commoner after all. A bat like you can fly off to wherever you like.”
Ruriel tried to act indifferent as she spun on her heel like a wounded beast. She signaled her faction members with her eyes, preparing to leave. Yet her steps lacked their usual strength, and her shoulders trembled faintly. The resentment and humiliation on her face were unmistakable—like a child who had just had her favorite toy stolen.
Heh. Time to take a side, I suppose.
Tusma, who had been quietly observing the entire situation, moved. He bowed deeply to the triumphant-looking Elara and spoke.
“This humble one is deeply grateful for Young Lady Bonhelm’s generous offer. However… such a proposal alone cannot possibly replace the charm of Young Lady Basium.”
“What…?”
Elara’s smile froze solid. Ignoring her completely, Tusma walked over to the stunned Ruriel—who had turned back in shock—and dropped to one knee.
“Young Lady Basium, this bat-like commoner has only one cave he can return to. What should I do?”
Ruriel froze in place, startled by his actions. She quickly replayed everything Tusma had just said and done.
Could it be… that Tusma just screwed Elara over…?
He had acted as if he would switch sides for better conditions, only to kick away Elara’s generous offer and return to her—in front of everyone, no less. It was an act that simultaneously crushed Elara’s arrogance and massively elevated Ruriel’s own dignity.
“Ahahaha.”
The moment she realized it, a thrilling rush of pleasure swept through her body as her crushed pride instantly recovered.
“So that’s how it is, commoner. The only cave you can return to… is me, isn’t it?”
Ruriel stroked the kneeling Tusma’s head for a moment, then yanked him forward until his face was pressed firmly against her thigh. From that angle, Tusma had a perfect view of her provocative panties. He could even see the way her pussy twitched beneath the thin fabric.
He had clearly understood that her metaphor about “the cave you return to” referred to her own cunt.
“Besides, you’re already this addicted to me. How could you possibly be satisfied with ‘someone as insignificant as Elara’?”
“Kgh…”
Elara’s face twisted hideously with rage and humiliation. She had confidently extended her hand only to be rejected by a mere commoner—and in favor of her bitter rival, no less. There was no greater shame.
Snickers and giggles. To make matters worse, the mocking laughter of the other nobles watching only deepened her humiliation.
“You… you bastard…! A commoner dares to insult me?!”
“Young Lady Bonhelm.”
Still kneeling, Tusma merely turned his head to look at her.
“As Young Lady Basium said, this commoner is indeed like a bat. I will go to whichever cave offers better conditions. It is simply that, for now, I have not found conditions satisfactory enough.”
“Ufuufufu.”
Ruriel covered her mouth and laughed again, clearly delighted. With those words, Elara had now been humiliated by Tusma twice. From a commoner’s perspective, he had just declared that no matter how much money she offered, she was less attractive than Ruriel.
“Oh my, what will you do, Elara? If you truly want to take my commoner, it seems you’ll need to offer much better terms.”
“D-don’t make me laugh…!”
“What~? If you’re just lonely at night and need a living sex toy, I could lend you my commoner as a special favor? Would you like him to go comfort you?”
“If it is Young Lady Basium’s wish, this one will gladly serve as a sex toy and return.”
“Kk…!! These bastards…!”
Elara’s face flushed crimson with utter humiliation and fury.
“...Just you wait, Ruriel Basium. And you, commoner! I will definitely repay today’s humiliation!”
Staying any longer would only make her the butt of more jokes. Spitting venomous words, Elara stormed off with her faction members in tow.
After the storm had passed.
Ruriel looked down at Tusma, who was still kneeling with his face buried against her thigh, with a thoroughly satisfied expression. Only moments ago she had been consumed by rage and jealousy, but now a swelling sense of victory filled her chest, along with a strange new emotion toward Tusma.
Hehe. Tusma… he stood up to that Elara for my sake. Even though he’s just a commoner…
She realized just how much his actions had pleased her. That feeling allowed the Paint of Corruption to spread through her body even more easily, twisting simple possessiveness into something far closer to obsessive love.
“...Raise your head.”
At Ruriel’s low command, Tusma looked up. She gazed at him with an affectionate expression.
“No matter how much of a bat you are, if I train you properly, I suppose I could turn you into a loyal dog.”
“Even dogs sometimes wag their tails at anyone, you know?”
“It can’t be helped. Waving your cock around because you’re in heat is simply a beast’s instinct. However, I will teach you that the only cave you are allowed to return to… is me.”
Ruriel’s pussy twitched again as a cunning smile spread across her lips. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned down to whisper directly into Tusma’s ear.
“Come to my room tonight. I’ll teach you exactly where your cave is.”
Her voice was hot. Her breath carried the sweet scent of pie mixed with the thick aroma of hidden desire. She was clearly aroused.
Tusma instinctively knew his plan had succeeded perfectly.
Kukuk. It’s finally here.
He bowed his head right there.
“As you command, Young Lady Basium.”
That night, Tusma arrived at Ruriel’s dormitory room as promised. Security at the noble girls’ dormitory was strict, but when he claimed Aria and Chloe had brought him along to run errands, he was allowed inside without much trouble.
Oh, the noble dormitory really is on another level compared to the regular one.
Ruriel’s room reflected her personality—lavish yet practical. Various magical weapons hung on the walls, and the desk was covered in parchment inscribed with complex magic circles.
“...You came.”
Ruriel stood by the window with moonlight at her back, greeting him. Instead of her usual attire, she wore a thin red silk nightgown that clung to every curve of her body. She looked both dangerous and sensual, like a rose drenched in blood.
“You summoned me, Young Lady.”
“Come closer.”
As Tusma approached, he could hear her lewd breathing.
“Closer still.”
The moment he stepped even nearer—
She grabbed his cheeks with surprising gentleness and crushed her lips against his.
“…!!”
Her kiss was clumsy, yet fierce and passionate. As if releasing every emotion she had suppressed, Ruriel greedily devoured his mouth.
“Haa… haa… This… is your reward for choosing me.”
When the breathless kiss finally ended, Ruriel panted heavily. Her face was flushed with desire, and her golden eyes glowed like a predator’s.
“Now, it is time for your education. Tonight… I will specially allow you to taste my body.”
Grabbing Tusma by the collar, Ruriel roughly shoved him onto the bed.
“Haa…. Haa….”
Lying on the bed and looking up at the excited crimson lioness who was climbing on top of him, Tusma smiled wickedly.
Kukuk. The moment has finally arrived.
Tusma was more than happy to become Ruriel’s prey for now. In the process, he intended to train her into a bitch forever addicted to his cock.
“With my body… I shall let you enjoy a moonlight tryst, Tusma.”
Along with Ruriel’s ragged breathing, the two of them began their scorching night together.