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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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After the Red Duck bastards’ hostage situation, Blue Star Arc Manshina had more than doubled its security. Because of that, the Curble Knights also had the shitty job of standing extra guard duty at the crossroads where spaceships came and went, but other than that, relatively peaceful days continued.
Of course, the more leisurely it became, the more the ranking matches became a topic of conversation among the trainees. Especially the neck-and-neck competition between Irina, the genius of the Escort Division, and Riosk, the genius of the Combat Division, was a spectacle for all the trainees. And it flared up even more as the ranking matches neared their end.
Ironically, Karl, who was about to set an amazing record of winning every match, didn’t receive much attention. It was probably because of Karl’s strange behavior. No matter how strong he was, it was an eyesore to see someone who claimed to want to be a knight dress and talk like a delinquent. They felt Irina, with her elegance, or Riosk, overflowing with charisma, were much more knightly, even if their skills were a bit lacking.
Of course, the crazy Karl didn’t care what people thought. Whatever they thought was their business. Life becomes tedious when you start caring too much about other people’s opinions.
As long as I’m having fun, that’s all that matters.
For Karl, Irina’s, the noble and dignified queen of the Escort Division, dedicated cock-serving was sufficient reward for the ranking matches. It was amusing how the woman, who held her head high during the day and acted as if no one was better than her, would bury her head in a lowly man’s cock at night and diligently suck out his cum to maintain her status.
Moreover, this boastful blonde’s cock-serving skills had reached a proficient level, so he could now enjoy it quite a bit.
“Right, you’re good now.”
Irina, rubbing her lips on the glans and swirling her tongue around it while deliberately making lewd slurping sounds, swallowed his cock down to the root in one gulp. It was a technique that was difficult to pull off, swallowing his monstrous cock whole with her small mouth on her tiny face, but this talented and persistent hard worker eventually succeeded.
Whenever Irina pulled his sticky, saliva-covered cock out, he felt a sense of dissonance, wondering how this large, long cock could fit entirely inside that small mouth. Karl marveled at the mystery of the human body.
“Slurp, slurp, gulp, gulp.”
With her tear-filled eyes half-open, she took a quick breath and lewdly caressed the tip of his cock with her tongue before starting to shove it deep down her throat again.
The half-swallowed cock met resistance as its tip hit the flesh of her pharynx, then bent slightly into an L-shape, scraping against the sticky walls and plunging down her esophagus in one swift motion. With her face flushed, snot mixed with cum dripping down her nose, she rubbed his coarse pubic hair against her nose and philtrum, her unfocused eyes trembling before she gagged, letting out a lewd sound as she vomited out the easily foot-long cock.
The viscous fluid that protected the esophageal walls mixed with saliva and cum, creating a lewd concoction that poured from her mouth. The bubbling mixture coated his cock, dripping down the shaft and soaking his balls.
“We need to clean this up. It’s not good for our noble Lady Irina to spill her food.”
As Karl chuckled, Irina quickly crouched down and, twisting her head, began to lick and suck his large, dangling scrotum.
This… she’s become quite the bitch.
She showed some promise from the beginning, and in a little over a month, she’d become a very useful cock-holster. In retrospect, his offer of cock-serving in exchange for his assistance was an excellent choice.
Her face, messed up from deepthroating, returned to suck his cock as soon as she caught her breath. She sucked, licked, and slurped like a madwoman. It was a blowjob that almost seemed frantic, as if she was unleashing something she had been suppressing.
This girl really has a talent.
A case where she started for the sake of fulfilling a condition, but unexpectedly discovered her talent and became engrossed in it.
In fact, regardless of the conditions, she had now reached the point of enjoying it. The cock, which she had initially found repulsive, now looked rather appealing.
My… plaything.
Irina felt a sense of release whenever she sucked Karl’s cock. The thrill was unmatched when she sucked on this salty, delicious cock and felt this pulsating lump of instinct wriggling in her mouth. The sensation was addictive, like a drug.
Ironically, contrary to Karl’s thoughts, Irina believed she was subduing his cock with her mouth. No matter how skilled he was, he was just a pathetic male animal who couldn’t hold back his pleasure and spilled his semen into her mouth.
Hmph, you’re just a man after all.
It reached its peak the moment she swallowed his semen. A thrilling sense of conquest, the feeling that he had once again submitted to her. And she felt that sense of conquest once more when she saw his limp cock after he’d cum.
Finally, with the cock-cleaning thoroughly completed, her objective for the day was achieved.
Once the divine blowjob was over, Irina returned to her usual haughty daytime self as if nothing had happened.
In the past, she would have fled immediately after the blowjob, but now she casually sipped a cup of coffee, even discussing her battle with Riosk before leaving.
Of course, she still refused to kiss him on the lips. Karl found that even more amusing and didn’t bother to force it. It was more flavorful to preserve the unique aspect of the blowjob genius’s purity.
Anyway…
After another satisfying release, Karl stretched out on the sofa, his thoughts turning from Irina to another woman.
…Alisa, how should I handle that girl?
He pondered how to properly discipline the presumptuous girl who had confidently declared she’d grant him a wish if he won first place in the ranking matches. Moreover, she’d been getting a bit cocky lately, trying to step out of line, and Karl wasn’t one to let that slide.
Re-educating this outrageously presumptuous bitch who didn’t know her place…
He contemplated this topic for a long time.
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The ranking matches ended.
The 50-day ranking matches concluded, leaving behind a fiery fervor, as they did every year.
First place, of course, went to Karl Zeile. Undefeated.
However, people seemed more curious about who came in second than first.
Contrary to Irina’s hopes, Riosk of the Combat Division took second place. Irina actually had a slightly higher win rate against Riosk, but unfortunately, her frequent encounters with Karl resulted in more losses overall, pushing her to third place.
It could be considered an unfair situation, but surprisingly, she didn’t seem too disappointed. As long as her win rate against Riosk was higher, that was enough for her.
Anyway, the twisted win rates sparked a heated debate between the Escort and Combat Divisions about which was stronger.
The Escort Division argued that Irina was stronger, based solely on her higher win rate against Riosk, while the Combat Division insisted that Riosk’s higher overall ranking should be the deciding factor. Neither side yielded an inch.
Of course, the studious Alisa had no interest in who was stronger. It didn’t matter to her.
Overall rank: 8th.
Alisa, lacking natural talent, finished the ranking matches with a fairly decent result. The bonus points for 8th place weren’t much, but her wish of placing within the top 10 had come true, so she couldn’t ask for more.
…However, she wasn’t entirely happy.
First place, Karl Zeile…
Hadn’t she sarcastically questioned how someone like him could possibly take first place, then smugly declared she’d grant any wish if he won?
She never imagined his skills would be this impressive…
Having been so overwhelmingly beaten, it was honestly difficult to grasp the upper limits of his abilities. Of course, she knew this damn bastard was strong, but who knew he was this strong? Honestly, why bother joining the training camp and enduring all that hardship if he possessed such skills? He could have just taken the exam and entered directly.
…This damn bastard. He definitely enjoyed teasing her.
Fortunately, he hadn’t mentioned the promise, as if he had completely forgotten about it. In that case, there was no need for her to bring it up unnecessarily. It was entirely his fault for forgetting. …Though her conscience pricked her slightly, he was no ordinary asshole.
He was dangerous. There was no telling what he might do.
He would undoubtedly do something beyond her imagination. That’s the kind of guy Karl was.
Two days after the ranking matches ended…
Alisa unexpectedly received a message from Karl, asking her to join him in the simulation. She was nervous, wondering if he had remembered, but if he had, he would have called her in person, not through the simulation.
Not quite accustomed to logging in, she entered the room he created, wearing a revealing outfit that barely concealed her breasts and buttocks.
…However, strangely, warning messages she hadn’t seen before began popping up.
Remembering Karl’s words to just click “yes” if she didn’t understand, Alisa repeatedly clicked “yes” on the numerous warning pop-ups.
And then she entered the room he had created.
…Huh…?
Alisa felt a strange sensation. As if her somewhat dulled senses had suddenly become sharp.
“Hey…”
“You… are you crazy?! Why are you stark naked?!”
The studious girl shrieked in horror at the sight of Karl standing there without a stitch of clothing on. He was utterly insane. Even though she had sucked his dick once, she never imagined he would show up naked.
Then, he suddenly stood at attention and clapped his hands together solemnly.
Then, with a sinister grin, he said,
“Welcome, everyone, to the room you can’t leave without sex.”
…Was he truly insane…?
He continued, holding up two fingers with a sinister smile,
“There are two ways to leave this place. One, kill the person who created this room, or two, have sex.”
…Alisa began to seriously contemplate just how far a person could go when they lost their mind.
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