The Steel Knight's Hidden Weakness (1)
The terrace was quiet, the distant clamor of the party drifting over like the faint roar of far-off waves. Three noble ladies leaned against one another, still lost in the lingering heat of their fierce coupling, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. On the cold marble floor beneath them, a thick puddle of their mixed juices and semen glistened obscenely under the moonlight. Torn dress hems, disheveled hair, and smeared makeup all bore witness to just how completely they had surrendered to pleasure.
Liliana, Aria, and Chloe. Though their personalities were vastly different, the three were now bound by one strange and absolute connection: they were Tusma’s cumdumpsters.
Tusma gazed down at them with deep satisfaction. The sight of three beautiful noble daughters panting and submitting like obedient bitches at his feet was more intoxicating than any pleasure a ruler could ever know.
These proud noble ladies, reduced to squirting and breaking the moment they taste my cock… This is the perfect path for the princess’s quiet revenge, and the surest way to fulfill my own desires.
But he had no time to bask in satisfaction. This was merely the opening move for a far greater hunt.
“Tusma, sir… what exactly do you mean when you call me your secret weapon…?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You have a job to do starting right now, Liliana.”
Tusma gripped her chin. Her face was still flushed, and her large eyes shimmered with lingering pleasure and submission.
“Go back to the party hall immediately and approach Isabel Martinez of the Golden Iris.”
“Isabel… Martinez?”
“That stoic knight, right?” Aria interjected with clear interest. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and looked up at Tusma with sharp, intellectual curiosity.
Isabel Martinez. She was Elara Bonhelm’s shadow and the living symbol of the Golden Iris’s military might. Renowned for overpowering male knights with ease and for her completely unreadable, ice-cold expression.
“That’s right. Our first target is to break that woman of steel.”
A cunning smile spread across Tusma’s lips. In his mind, he had already drawn up the perfect plan to corrupt and conquer Isabel using his Paint of Corruption. And the most crucial key to that plan was none other than the purity and fragility possessed by the girl before him.
“Liliana, you will approach Isabel and deliberately pick a fight. Pretend you’re drunk, or better yet, use your specialty—act like it’s an ‘accident’—and irritate her. Then, make sure you secure a sparring match with her.”
“A-a sparring match? Me? But the only combat magic I know is basic spells… Isabel is incredibly strong!”
Liliana waved her hands in panic. Her combat ability was barely above that of a freshman, so the mere thought made her tremble.
“That’s exactly the point.”
Tusma gently held her chin and stared straight into her eyes. The dominant power in his gaze made Liliana swallow hard.
“You must be utterly defeated. In front of everyone, you will collapse helplessly before Isabel’s overwhelming strength. Make it as miserable and pitiful as possible—so much that it stirs up sympathy. Understood?”
“……”
“Isabel comes from a knight family that values honor above all. No matter how strong she acts on the outside, she must be soft inside. She’ll feel both guilt for trampling the weak and a strange protective urge toward your fragility. I’ll slip into that tiny crack she leaves open.”
“Ah…! I see…”
Liliana finally understood the depth of Tusma’s scheme and let out a sigh of admiration. She had thought this man was simply well-endowed and perverted, but he was also a terrifying strategist who could see straight through people’s hearts.
Of course, the commoner Tusma had never been this clever. His mind had only begun to work so sharply after he awakened the Paint of Corruption with Inrohi’s help.
Guess you need at least some brains if you want to fuck women properly. Heh, what a wonderful power.
Tusma turned to look at the two noble ladies who were staring at his plan in awe.
“Aria, Chloe. You two will fan the flames from the sidelines. Praise Isabel with lines like, ‘As expected of a knight from the Martinez family—she’s on another level. The Shijei family can’t even compare.’ At the same time, belittle Liliana as much as possible.”
“Oh my, that’s what we usually do anyway.”
“Heh, exactly. We need to inflate Isabel’s pride to the maximum so she won’t have any room to feel sorry for Liliana.”
“Understood, Tusma. We’ll raise that woman’s arrogance all the way to the heavens.”
“Leave it to us, Tusma. Tormenting other noble ladies is always such fun. Hoho.”
Aria and Chloe nodded like loyal dogs. They had become perfect pieces on Tusma’s board. They felt not a shred of guilt about dragging other nobles into their master’s trap. Instead, they were excited by the thrilling sense of betrayal.
“Alright then. Operation start, my lovely little cumdumpsters. It’s time to hunt.”
At Tusma’s command, the three women headed back into the party hall without even changing their soaked panties. Their backs radiated the excited energy of hunting dogs that had just met their new owner.
The atmosphere in the main hall was burning hot from the verbal duel between Luriel and Elara. The leaders of the two factions were tearing each other down with brilliant rhetoric and clever metaphors, locked in a tense battle of nerves.
As instructed by Tusma, Luriel was using her signature provocative speech to cleverly agitate Elara, keeping all of the other girl’s attention fixed on herself. Thanks to that, almost no one noticed the small commotion unfolding in the corner of the hall.
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry, Lady Martinez! I tripped and…”
Liliana pretended to stumble as she passed a servant carrying a tray of wine glasses. Her shoulder bumped the servant’s arm, sending the glasses flying. One collided with the glass Isabel was holding, and a cascade of red wine poured down onto Isabel’s neat black tailcoat.
“……”
Isabel frowned slightly but said nothing. She simply took out a handkerchief and silently began wiping her clothes. Her movements were utterly businesslike, like brushing off a dirty insect that had touched her body. No emotion could be read from her expressionless face.
“I’m truly sorry! Let me clean it for you!”
Liliana frantically tried to wipe Isabel’s chest with her own handkerchief. But her touch was clumsy, only spreading the wine stain wider. In the process, her soft hands repeatedly brushed against Isabel’s breasts and collarbone in a strangely sensual way.
“…That’s enough.”
Isabel stopped her with a low voice. There was a cold, metallic ring to it.
At that moment, Aria and Chloe approached as if they had been waiting for their cue and immediately began fanning the flames.
“Goodness, Liliana. Clumsy as always. How could you ruin Lady Martinez’s precious clothes? That was specially tailored for her by the Bonhelm family, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe she did it on purpose? Out of jealousy for Lady Martinez’s martial prowess, trying to harass her in a petty way.”
At their clever provocation, Liliana pretended to explode in anger right on cue.
“W-what are you saying?! I would never do something so sneaky! F-fine! I’ll prove I’m not jealous! Lady Martinez, please spar with me!”
The sudden challenge drew every eye in the vicinity. Isabel simply looked down at Liliana with the same expressionless face. Her eyes held annoyance and a hint of contempt—like someone listening to a noisy puppy barking.
“…A waste of time.”
“Wh-what did you say? Are you ignoring me right now? Fine! Then I officially challenge you to a duel tomorrow at noon in the second training ground! If you don’t show up, the Martinez family will be known as cowards! A spineless knight who hides behind her lord, Lady Elara!”
Liliana’s face flushed red as she hurled a provocation that left no room for retreat. At the mention of her family’s honor, even the woman of steel could no longer ignore her. Isabel’s eyebrow twitched.
“…Very well. I accept.”
Isabel gave a short reply and left without sparing Liliana another glance. Watching her retreating figure, Liliana secretly let out a sigh of relief.
For now, Tusma’s first order had been carried out perfectly. All that remained was to suffer a humiliating defeat tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Tusma—who had been watching the entire scene from afar—wore a satisfied smile. His gaze was fixed on Isabel’s departing back. Her firm, toned physique, her disciplined stride, and the massive E-cup breasts hidden beneath it all violently stirred his desire to conquer.
The stronger the woman of steel, the greater the pleasure of breaking her. How sublime it will be to pierce that solid body with my cock and twist that expressionless face with ecstasy.
Then something caught his eye. A tiny vial was slightly poking out of the pocket of Isabel’s tailcoat. It contained a pitch-black liquid that gave off an ominous aura.
A forbidden combat elixir. The weakness of someone who resorted to drugs to surpass their limits. It was her deepest, darkest secret.
Interesting toy you’ve got there? Heh, that’s going to be your fatal weakness.
Tusma licked his lips, already looking forward to tomorrow’s spar. Soon, the meticulous and obscene training to turn the steel knight into his personal cumdumpster would begin.