The Steel Knight's Hidden Weakness (2)
The next day at noon, the second training arena thrummed with electric tension. Beneath the blazing sun, the spectators' noisy chatter rose like dust clouds over the dueling ground. The trivial quarrel that had begun at yesterday's party had escalated into an official duel, and word of it spread through the entire first-year first-semester class in half a day. The stands were packed shoulder-to-shoulder with onlookers.
Their gazes, laced with excitement and mockery, all converged cruelly on the two women standing at the center of the arena. On one side was Lilliana Sijeil, dressed in pure white training attire. She trembled like a frightened small animal, desperately clutching a basic training wand in her delicate hands. The bandages wrapped around her shoulder only emphasized her fragility. Recalling the "thorough and beautiful way to lose" that Tusma had taught her throughout the night, she licked her dry lips with a solemn expression.
For Master Tusma... this level of humiliation is nothing. No, it actually makes me happy to be used in his plan.
Devotion to her owner burned far brighter in her heart than any fear. She had no idea that this loyalty itself had been born from the corruption of the Paint of Corruption.
Opposite her stood Isabel Martinez in a form-fitting black training uniform. Her face remained utterly expressionless, like a precisely carved obsidian statue—hard, cold, and devoid of emotion. But her body told a different story. The functional training clothes clung to her skin, soaked through with sweat that revealed just how intensely she had trained since early morning. Through the damp fabric, her enormous E-cup breasts and beautifully defined abs were clearly visible. Even the outline of her pussy, swelling prominently beneath the thin material designed for mobility, stood out in sharp relief. The sweat trickling down her neck and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath gave her the aura of something far less like a solemn knight and far more like a dangerous, sensual wild female beast in heat.
Heh heh... A slutty uniform drenched in sweat? What perfect prey. I can't wait to hear what kind of moans she makes when I ram my cock into that seemingly rock-hard cunt.
Tusma, blended in among the ordinary students in a corner of the stands, licked his lips with a lewd grin as his eyes roamed over Isabel's body.
"Duel, begin!"
At the referee student's shout, the match officially started. Lilliana let out a rehearsed scream and reflexively deployed a defensive magic circle.
"Hiiiek! Protect!"
But her mana was pathetically weak. The blue magic circle flickered dimly as if it might shatter at any moment, then dissolved into the air like vapor. Isabel did not attack even after seeing this. She simply looked down at Lilliana with eyes mixed with contempt and ridicule.
"...Stop this. It's a waste of time. This is nothing but humiliation for both of us."
"D-don't mock me! I'll show you what I'm made of!"
Lilliana's voice trembled with tears as she launched the most basic attack spell she had learned—Magic Missile. But her tension ruined her mana control. The magic bullet drew a feeble arc through the air and plopped uselessly onto the ground before it even reached Isabel's feet.
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha! Is that magic or a firefly?"
Laughter erupted without mercy from the stands. At the center of it were Elara Bonhelm and Selina Loren. They hid their mouths behind fans, openly sneering at Lilliana while cheering for Isabel.
"As expected of Isabel! She could crush a pathetic bitch like that with a single finger!"
"Hehe, of course, Lady Elara. There's no need to use a famous sword to kill a mere insect."
Their mockery dyed Lilliana's face bright red with shame. But remembering Tusma's instructions, she began to act even more pathetically. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she frantically hurled spells like someone who had given up all hope. Of course, none of the attacks came anywhere near Isabel's body; they scattered uselessly in the air without even stirring the space around her.
"Haa... haa... huff..."
Before long, Lilliana—whose mana reserves had been meager to begin with—collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. The sight was miserable, pitiful, and somehow heartbreaking. Isabel gazed down at her for a moment. A tiny crack appeared in her expressionless face. It was something akin to pity, or perhaps guilt. This was less a duel and more like one-sided torment. She sheathed her sword, intending to end this meaningless farce.
But at that exact moment, Elara's sharp voice rang across the arena.
"Isabel! What are you doing? Crush that insect right now! I have no desire to see my knight showing mercy to such a worthless thing! Do you intend to tarnish the honor of the Bonhelm family?!"
Elara's command was absolute. Isabel's eyes grew cold once more. She adjusted her grip on her sword and approached the fallen Lilliana. Then... she struck the girl's shoulder hard with the flat of her blade.
Thwack!
"Kyaaak!"
Lilliana screamed as she collapsed to the ground. Following Tusma's orders, she had deliberately cast no defensive magic, taking the full impact with her bare body. No bones were broken, but the pain that pierced her entire being left her vision spinning. She lay on the floor, sobbing from the agony and humiliation.
"I-it hurts... hueeeng..."
Her frail and wretched appearance was more than enough to stir pity in the onlookers. It left an indelible wound and guilt especially deep in the heart of Isabel, who had personally struck her down.
...What have I done...
Isabel's hand trembled faintly. She suppressed her emotions with iron will, but the guilt began to burrow into her heart like poison. Tusma's plan was unfolding perfectly.
After the duel ended, Tusma visited Lilliana in the infirmary where she was receiving treatment. Fresh bandages wrapped her shoulder, and tear stains were clearly visible on her swollen face.
"Good work, Lilliana. Your acting was superb. I'd say you deserve an award for best actress."
When Tusma gently stroked her head, Lilliana threw herself into his arms like a child whose tension had finally broken and began sobbing loudly.
"Hueeeng... It hurt so much... and it was so embarrassing... Everyone was laughing at me... But... now that you've praised me, Master Tusma... everything feels okay..."
"Yes, you did well. Those tears and that pain will be the first hammer blow to shatter the Steel Knight. Now rest well."
So saying, Tusma began pulling out his massive cock from his pants.
"Um...??? Master Tusma??? Didn't you just tell me to rest???"
"I did. You'll rest while sucking my cock."
"Hauut~!"
Tusma wasn't simply pouncing on her because he was horny. Well, he was practically always in heat, and lewd thoughts were never far from his mind, but this time he had a reason. He intended to heal her injuries using the power of his almighty semen.
In other words, having sex with me will heal her wounds. Heh heh heh.
Wanting to finish before anyone else entered the infirmary, Tusma abruptly shoved his cock into her mouth.
"Mmm~!"
Lilliana looked slightly startled at first, but she quickly melted into a lewd expression, completely lost in his cock, and began licking and sucking it with relish. After several minutes of enthusiastic sucking...
"I'm about to cum! Drink every drop without spilling any!"
Spurt!!
Tusma came quickly, roughly pumping his semen straight down her throat.
"Mmmgh~!!"
Lilliana gulped down his cum with eager swallows. A warm, almost sacred energy spread through her body, and the throbbing pain vanished as if it had never existed.
"Puha~! M-Master Tusma? Did you do something? After drinking your semen... I'm not hurting at all anymore??"
Lilliana looked up at him with eyes full of awe. Her gaze was filled with reverence, as if she had encountered a divine healer.
"Keep it a secret, Lilliana. I have some healing abilities as well."
"Wow, that's amazing! What a wonderful power!"
He concealed the power of his almighty semen by claiming it was simply healing magic. The innocent Lilliana believed him completely and, as thanks, lovingly cleaned his cock with her tongue. The renewed licking made Tusma's lust flare up again.
"...I was only going to heal you and leave, but I've changed my mind. Spread that noble cunt wide. This commoner's cock is going to fill it up!"
"Hauut~!! Yes~! Please thrust your precious commoner cock into this lowly noble's cunt~!"
And so the two of them began fucking wildly in the infirmary, not knowing when someone might walk in.
That night, Tusma headed to the seventh training ground where Isabel trained alone. According to information obtained through Aria, she had a habit of pushing herself to the limit with solitary training late into the night whenever she felt guilty or troubled.
Whoosh!!
Just as Tusma expected, the sound of a sword slicing through the air echoed endlessly across the training ground illuminated only by faint moonlight. Isabel, drenched in sweat, was fiercely swinging her blade at a training dummy. Her movements were filled with rage, confusion, and self-loathing. It was clear how deeply the events of the day had shaken her heart.
Tusma hid himself in the shadows, waiting like a predator for his prey to exhaust itself. Finally, when Isabel's movements had noticeably slowed, she delivered one last strike, dropped her sword to the ground, and collapsed while breathing heavily. Then... she pulled out the small black bottle she had been seen with at yesterday's party—the forbidden combat elixir.
With trembling hands, she uncorked the bottle and was about to bring it to her lips when—
"Drinking something like that will ruin your body, Lady Martinez."
The low voice cutting through the darkness made Isabel's entire body freeze. She stared in shock at Tusma as he emerged from the shadows. The moment her deepest secret had been discovered by the very commoner she least wanted to show it to.
"H-how... did you... get here..."
"I could sense your pain. The stronger someone is, the more they tend to drive themselves harder when suffering."
Tusma slowly approached her. In his hand was a small vial containing a milky liquid. Inside was a special mixture he had prepared using his almighty semen—created by using Lilliana's pussy as a bowl. Similar to what he had used to heal Chloe's younger sibling. A truly perverted yet highly effective universal remedy consisting of semen, water, and a generous mix of Lilliana's pussy juices.
"Instead of that poison that only destroys your health through addiction, how about trying this? It might be able to cleanly heal the wounds on both your body and your heart."
Tusma's voice was sweet and dangerous, like a demon's whisper. Isabel looked back and forth between him and the vial with confused eyes. To her, who had fallen deeper and deeper into drug addiction, his offer felt like the only lifeline she could not refuse.