The Queen's Leash: The Beginning of a New Hunt
“Haa… Haa…”
Ruriel lay face-down on the bed with her hips raised high, her body still trembling from the endless perverted sex games Tusma had used to train her. Thick semen poured endlessly from her pussy, and her ass refused to stop its violent quivering.
That was a good time.
Tusma wore a deeply satisfied smile. From this moment forward, Ruriel had been perfectly, completely trained as his faithful bitch. The queen of the Bloody Rose faction had fallen and become his exclusive cum dumpster.
All that remained was to hide this relationship and continue playing the part of a pathetic commoner at the Magic Academy. Only then could he corrupt more of those arrogant noble girls with the Paint of Corruption and hunt them down.
Tusma’s sinister scheme was only just beginning.
The morning sunlight pierced through the window, brightly illuminating the bedroom that looked like a warzone. Ruriel Basium had contracted an incurable disease that no imperial doctor could ever diagnose: “Tusma Ssex.”
The ferocious all-night sex had carved an indelible brand onto both her body and soul. She forced her aching, creaking muscles to move and sat up. The insides of her thighs burned, and her entire body was covered in the colorful marks of his passion. Yet even that pain felt sweet. She had become utterly addicted to the pleasure his massive cock had given her.
Tusma was no longer beside her. He had vanished without a trace at dawn. It almost felt like a dream, yet the soaked sheets and the faint scent of his body clinging to them proved that last night’s debauchery had been very real.
He’s gone…
Ruriel bit her lip at the strange sense of loss. She felt ridiculous for having hoped he would stay asleep beside her and greet the morning together. He was a commoner. She was a noble. Her mind knew their relationship could never be. But her body, which had been tamed into his bitch in a single night, craved its master’s warmth.
“Hmph… to think I’d give my heart to a mere commoner. I really have fallen far.”
She gave a bitter smile and climbed out of bed. Her legs shook so badly she nearly collapsed, but she braced herself against the wall and managed to stay upright. That was when she noticed the small note on the bedside table. The handwriting was rough and unfamiliar—Tusma’s.
My lady. I hope you passed the night in peace. This lowly dog feared it might burden you, so it withdraws first. Please continue to display your dignified bearing in today’s “lessons” as well. Your most faithful dog, Tusma.
A smile unconsciously bloomed across Ruriel’s face as she read it. He hadn’t abandoned her. He had considered her position and left early. The way he had placed quotation marks around “lessons” made her smile. It was clearly a reference to the secret little drama the two of them would perform at the academy from now on.
“You foolish man…”
Ruriel pressed the note lovingly to her chest. The sense of loss had already transformed into eager anticipation for their new relationship. She was no longer alone. Even if it had to remain a secret, she now had someone who accepted her completely and satisfied her utterly.
She stood before the mirror and examined herself. Exhaustion was obvious, yet her eyes sparkled with far more life than before. An alluring, seductive aura seemed to radiate from her.
“Good. Shall we begin today’s ‘lessons’?”
Ruriel clenched her fist with determination. She was now both Tusma’s cum dumpster and the queen of the Bloody Rose. She vowed to play both roles to perfection.
That afternoon, at the academy’s sparring grounds, Ruriel gathered the Bloody Rose faction members as usual and directed their training. But today she was different. In addition to her usual sharpness, she radiated an overwhelming sensuality and relaxed confidence that dominated everyone around her. Her instructions were even more precise, and her skill at handling her followers had grown far more refined.
“Aria! Your mana control is wavering! Focus harder!”
“Chloe! Stop staring only at herb combinations and develop your combat instincts! How long do you intend to remain a hothouse flower?”
At her sharp commands, both Aria and Chloe flinched but obeyed without complaint. They already knew the truth: their queen had been conquered by a new king last night. And that king’s influence was turning her into an even more powerful and captivating leader…
A short while later, as training reached its peak, Tusma appeared. Still playing the part of a servile bread shuttle, he offered Ruriel a water bottle and towel.
“I have brought them, Lady Basium.”
“Well done. Go kneel in that corner over there.”
Ruriel’s voice was ice-cold, yet the hand that took the towel deliberately brushed the back of his hand with burning heat. Tusma obediently moved to the corner and knelt. Listening to Ruriel’s voice echo across the training ground, he watched with satisfaction as she dominated her faction members.
A queen shines brightest when seated on her throne. And the fact that he was the one holding her leash filled Tusma with incomparable pleasure.
Not bad.
The Bloody Rose was now completely within his grasp. With Aria handling intelligence, Chloe managing funds and pharmacology, and Ruriel wielding overwhelming martial prowess and charisma, there would be nothing they couldn’t accomplish within the first-year first-semester territory of the Magic Academy.
But… I have no interest in power. My only goal is to turn even more beautiful noblewomen into my personal cum dumpsters.
Tusma’s gaze shifted across the training ground to where his target was training. There, the faction led by Ruriel’s rival, Elara Bonhelm, was hard at work. Elara noticed them and glared at Ruriel with eyes full of contempt and jealousy. When her gaze landed on Tusma kneeling obediently before Ruriel, she bit her lip in clear frustration.
Next prey… that golden-haired arrogant lioness, I think.
Tusma’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he set his new target. He began plotting how to use the Bloody Rose to uncover the weaknesses in Elara’s faction and bring her to her knees beneath his cock as well.
A few days later, in the academy’s central library, Tusma was carrying rare magic tomes under Ruriel’s orders. Then, through an unfortunate mistake, he dropped the entire stack.
“Oh no!”
The loud clatter of books scattering everywhere drew the eyes of every student reading nearby. At that moment, someone helped pick up the fallen volumes.
“Are you all right?”
It was a gentle, benevolent voice. When he looked up, he saw Professor Lurua Seinsti smiling warmly at him.
“P-Professor!”
Tusma panicked and frantically gathered the books. Lurua chuckled softly at his clumsy behavior.
“Haha, there’s no need to rush. Let me help you.”
She gracefully bent down to collect the scattered tomes. Each time she leaned forward, her loose professor’s robe offered a dangerous glimpse of her voluptuous cleavage. Tusma swallowed hard without thinking.
Damn… what a seductive body.
This was their first meeting since their secret encounter in the dormitory a few days ago. An awkward atmosphere might have been expected, but Lurua treated him as if nothing had happened. However, Tusma didn’t miss the faint trembling in her fingertips as she handed him the books.
This adorable professor… still can’t forget what happened that night.
“Thank you, Professor. I’m sorry for troubling you.”
“Not at all. Helping a student who studies diligently is a professor’s duty. How have you been adjusting to academy life? Are you enjoying it?”
Lurua naturally inquired about his well-being. Her eyes were warm, yet deep within them flickered a faint thirst for the forbidden pleasure she had tasted that night.
“Yes, thanks to you, Professor… and everyone around me, I’m having a wonderful time.”
Tusma answered with a meaningful smile.
“I see.”
At that moment, the bookshelf Lurua was using for support wobbled slightly. The thick magical encyclopedia on the top shelf began to fall directly toward her head.
“Ah?”
“Watch out!”
Tusma reflexively threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Lurua and pulling her to the floor. Thud! The heavy book slammed into his back with a dull impact.
“Ugh…”
“T-Tusma! Are you all right?!”
Lurua looked up at him in concern as he groaned above her. Once again, the two of them were pressed together in a completely unexpected position. Her soft body lay pinned beneath his hard frame, their faces so close their breaths mingled. And… the “physiological reaction” rising from Tusma’s body was pressing firmly against her lower abdomen.
“I’m fine. But Professor, are you… all right?”
Pretending to endure the pain, Tusma subtly rolled his hips, pressing his presence against her even more strongly. He was a man who never missed an opportunity. As a result, Lurua’s face flushed bright red as if it might explode.
“I-I’m fine, but… you… your back… and… th-this is…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. Her breathing grew ragged at the hot, rock-hard sensation pressing against her belly. In the library’s silence, only their heavy breathing and racing heartbeats echoed with obscene intimacy.
Tusma had no intention of wasting this chance. He leaned close to Lurua’s ear and whispered so only she could hear.
“Professor… wouldn’t you like to continue the ‘research’ from that night?”
His voice was like a devil’s whisper dipped in honey. Lurua’s emerald eyes began to shake violently between pleasure and conflict. She knew she had to refuse. But both her body and mind were already his prisoners.