The Black Knight Swore to the Blind Saintess

Two weeks had been more than enough time for things to settle.

The First Prince was executed for conspiring with demons and attempting to assassinate the Emperor.

The Empress was burned at the stake for embezzling state funds through the Ministry of Women and framing Princess Evangeline with Black Magic.

Evangeline shed the false accusations and reclaimed her place as Imperial Princess.

"You. Do you remember me?"

She had personally tracked down the High Mage who'd branded her a dark sorceress at the scene that day.

With the help of my thorough investigation (status window), every faction loyal to the Empress and the First Prince could be purged, root and branch.

The Emperor, hollowed out by the betrayal of his wife and firstborn son and wracked with guilt over having doubted Evangeline, deteriorated rapidly in health.

By imperial decree, Evangeline began her formal lessons as heir to the throne.

"We meet again."

I greeted Mika, who stood guard at Evangeline's side.

On my recommendation, Mika Bern had been appointed as Evangeline's personal escort knight.

"...Yes."

She looked utterly confused about how she was supposed to treat me now.

The Ministry of Women was dissolved.

Emilia Rosebloom's standing as Saintess grew more unshakable than ever. She was granted her own independent cathedral and territory, separate from the cardinal-controlled Grand Cathedral.

The winner of the tournament was never officially determined, but I received the title of Count and a formal commission as an Imperial Knight.

No one raised a single objection.

Across the continent, my name became known as the hero who had thwarted the succubus sent to assassinate Sieg, the Empire's champion, along with the First Prince's conspiracy.

Publicly, I had become the Saintess's knight; entrusted with the Princess's confidence, I came and went freely within the Imperial Palace while also serving as an investigator tasked with hunting down the First Prince's remaining loyalists.

It meant that if I said, 'Huh? You? I don't like your face. Aren't you one of the First Prince's bootlickers?' you would be dragged away kicking and screaming—power, in other words. Absolute, arbitrary power.

Good grief, Eve. You didn't need to go this far.

I walked down a long corridor.

Overnight, I had gone from back-alley shopkeeper to resident of a rather sizable castle on the capital's outskirts.

When I entered the bedchamber, a housemaid was busy cleaning.

"My lord Count."

She dipped her head in a polite bow.

"Mm, carry on."

I sank into the sofa and organized my thoughts.

Both heroines were settled, first of all. What remained now wasn't the mission itself, but the bonus rewards.

Let's see. Who's left on the list?

First, Rene Pendleton. The beautiful elf master artisan who crafts sex toys.

I had handed over the management of Pedro Sex Toys to Rene Pendleton. A Count personally running an adult novelty shop would have been a ridiculous sight, after all.

With Rene in charge, the shop had evolved into a setup where she developed products on-site and sold them straight off the workbench. I'd given her the second floor to use as her workshop.

One of these days I'll have to drop by and help her with that [product development] I promised.

Next was the succubus, Karen Claudia.

She was currently imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the Imperial Intelligence Department, under interrogation.

She was such an exceedingly rare virgin succubus that the pheromones she exuded were absurdly potent—interrogators, and even priests, ended up enchanted before the questioning could get anywhere, and no proper investigation ever took place.

Only someone possessing holiness could shake off her seduction.

Saintess Emilia Rosebloom had succeeded in resisting Claudia's charms—but she had failed to make the woman talk.

-Perhaps a man like Count Ian Castollini could manage it.

On her recommendation, the Intelligence Department had requested that I pay a visit and conduct the interrogation myself.

What would happen if I used the Conditioning Giant Cock (Holy) on a succubus?

I'll admit it. I'm curious.

I accepted the request.

Who else was there?

Ah, yes. The knight, Mika Bern.

She still seethed over the embarrassment I'd subjected her to, yet at the same time she was grateful to me for the recommendation that made her the Princess's knight.

-Take some time to teach Mika swordsmanship sometime, and clear up that little misunderstanding of hers.

Evangeline had advised me. According to her, Mika had taken a keen interest in learning the sword from the man who had casually parried her phantom blade dance in place.

In other words, she wants to get stronger, right?

Couldn't I just feed her some elixir? Okay. Done. Moving on.

And finally—

The Ego Sword.

The status window I'd last seen had clearly read—

So then, the method for becoming its master was obvious, wasn't it?

Hm? Where did it go?

I glanced around the room. The Ego Sword I'd left at the head of the bed was nowhere to be seen.

What the—where'd it go?

The Intelligence Department had nearly confiscated it as a demon blade, and I'd only barely kept it by having the Saintess draw out the demonic taint through her consecration.

Hm?

I turned my gaze to the maid, still tidying the room.

I knew it.

So it really could take human form.

Come to think of it, none of the actual servants had that silver bob and those blue eyes.

I'd skimmed right past her because of the maid uniform, but looking closer, her face was strikingly mysterious and beautiful.

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn't have the depraved, fertile body of a bitch-in-heat like Rose or Eve—but the modest look somehow made her feel more real.

"Hmm~♪"

Completely casual, I walked into the bathroom and stripped.

When I came back out into the bedchamber naked, the bratty little sword was busy dusting the wardrobe.

Posing like that, practically begging me to rail her.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her in one swift motion.

The maid in my embrace jumped with a start.

"Hah?! C-Count?!"

She smelled wonderful.

"Did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because you'd turned human?"

I slid my hand up under her skirt and pulled down her panties.

"W-wait a second! No. What do you think you're doing!"

"Hold still. You were asking me to become your master, weren't you? Fine. I'll be your master."

I bent her over the edge ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the bed and flipped her skirt up.

Between her legs, a plump, meaty mound came into view.

I took my fully erect Conditioning Giant Cock in hand and pressed it against that mound.

The bratty sword spoke up.

"N-no! This isn't what that meant!"

"Then what did it mean?"

The giant cock slid deep inside the maid's pussy.

"Nnnnngh!"

She threw her head back, eyes flying wide open in shock.

This is what the conditioning cock does best.

Even an unaroused virgin pussy yields easily to it.

"Ahh. An Ego Sword's pussy. Nice."

Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.

I began conditioning that virgin pussy to belong to me and me alone.

"Hyaang! Ah—! S-stop that! Aaang♡"

I tore the maid uniform off her with my bare hands.

Now wearing nothing but white stockings, she trembled as I seized her breasts.

Suddenly I remembered the moment Rhea, Goddess of Heroines, had tapped my cock with her fingertip.

That single touch alone had made me cum on the spot.

It was the same now. Perhaps because she was something beyond human, a pleasure that transcended anything mortal came flooding over me.

I hammered into her roughly.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the bedchamber.

"I'll cum inside you. I'm your master starting today. Got it?"

The Ego Sword moaned and threw a tantrum even as her voice cracked.

"Aaaang! Y-you stupid human!

Th-this isn't how you become someone's master!"

"Ahh!"

I dumped my seed straight into her pussy.

An overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Would it feel this good to fuck Rhea too?

No. Last time, all it took was her finger touching me and I came instantly.

She's a goddess, so it'd probably feel even better than this, right?

The Ego Sword squeezed her eyes shut.

"Nnngh. Haaaaang.

Y-you stupid... Aang♥"

She moaned as her hips shuddered and quivered.

So the pleasure semen worked on her too, apparently.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Even after I'd finished cumming, the lingering high kept me thrusting.

The white seed packed inside her pussy, squeezed by the pressure of the giant cock, began spilling out through the gaps.

"Hyii. Hey. Weren't you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finished? Why are you going again?"

"Your body feels way too good. I'm going for round two."

"You idiot! This isn't how it works! Hnn."

"Then how does it work?"

Every time her cute little ass smacked against my body, the sound of our flesh grinding together filled the room.

"Nnnh. Th-that's for me to know. A true master has to figure it out for himself."

Wearing the maid uniform seemed like a hint, but I couldn't crack it.

"Really? Then I'll just have to keep figuring it out."

I pulled out, then turned her body around while she was still bent over the edge of the bed.

"Hnn!"

When I spread her legs, a glob of semen oozed out of her pussy.

Without missing a beat, I drove my cock back into her pussy and resumed pistoning away.

"Aaaang! Mmph!"

I kissed her mid-moan.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

My thick shaft slid back and forth like a serpent, stimulating every corner of her insides.

The Ego Sword's body gradually went slack, and before long she was kissing me back.

Late that night.

I sat on the bed with my legs stretched out.

"Heh. Heh. Heh."

The Ego Sword, eyes glazed and unfocused, was rocking her hips back and forth on top of me.

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Deep inside, her pussy clenched around my cock as if trying to milk it dry.

I toyed with the pink buds blooming on her pretty breasts with my fingertips.

"How is it? Your master's cock feels good, doesn't it?"

"Ma-ster isn't 'posed to do this... Heh, heh."

"But it feels good anyway, right?"

"...Mm-hm."

Unlike a human, the Ego Sword didn't know how to lie.

I looked out the window. A brilliant full moon hung in the pitch-black night sky.

I gazed at the Ego Sword. Her white hair glittered in the moonlight.

"Luna."

The word slipped out of me.

"Mm?"

"Your name is Luna, from now on."

"...Luna."

Tears suddenly came streaming down Luna's cheeks.

"Oh—"

She wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Luna asked me:

"How did you know?"

So that's what taking human form in a maid uniform had meant—she wanted to be called by a 'name,' like a person.

By the way, the original instant-kill count had been one.

Why had it changed to two?

Did it reflect the time I came inside Luna?

I don't even remember how many times I did.

"Luna. I'm cumming."

Having wiped away her tears, she smiled at me, radiant and clear.

"Yes, Master."

"Ahh!"

"Aaaaang♥"

On the bed beneath the falling moonlight, we threw our heads back and moaned together.