《The Two Dancing Blades》 Chapter 1 - Master Chapter 1 - Master ¡°Tah!¡± Someone gave a sharp cry and raced forward. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in her late teens whose short body was contained in a sleeveless outfit that left her shoulders, upper arms, and thighs exposed. She looked like a broadminded sort of person. The wooden sword she held in both hands whipped up the wind as it roared out with impressive force. ¡°Hahh!¡± The blow was blocked by a long black-haired woman in her early twenties. She had a unique atmosphere that caused everyone around her to stand up straight. Instead of a dress, she wore a knight¡¯s outfit. That meant a knee-length cloak that was skintight on the upper body. The bold slit along the sides allowed her long legs out. Those legs were contained in skintight pants, but the tailoring and fabric were both top notch. She almost looked like she was crossdressing, but she only wore it because it allowed for easy movement and she had no intention of rejecting her feminine sex. As proof, she wore a ruby brooch at her chest. When the two of them clashed, the crash of their wooden swords echoed up into the summer sky. The girl¡¯s charge was deflected, but she recovered with monkey-like agility and started back in again. They both had considerable skill in the same school of sword fighting, but their technique contrasted as much as their clothing. The short blonde girl with the revealing outfit of a female warrior moved swiftly and nimbly like an animal. The black-haired woman who accurately caught those rough and ever-changing strikes used elegant footwork and demonstrated clever skill. Never rushing, never halting, and never shaken, she deflected every attack with flowing movements resembling a dance. They both wielded wooden swords, but in the hands of an expert, those were as dangerous as a real sword. Neither one wore much in the way of armor and a direct hit to the head could easily send them on a one-way trip to the afterlife. On a verdant field bathing in the sunlight, the golden-haired girl made her next strike with lightning-like speed. The black-haired woman sent her sword dancing to the left and swung it right. They both used their full skill to exchange slashes. They had clearly fought like this more than a 100 times before. Several respectful gazes were directed toward their battle. Those two were the #1 and #2 fighters in Beatrice, a village of courageous swordswomen. Beads of sweat flew and their breathing was as heavy as a storm. Their skill levels appeared perfectly matched, but the two of them could tell the difference. It was a slight thing, like the difference between 10 and 9, but the black-haired swordswoman was definitely winning. That the blonde swordswoman was aware of that was proof of her outstanding skill. The average swordswoman would have been entirely unaware. Panicked, the blonde girl attempted an unorthodox strategy. She struck sharply, but when that too was deflected, she kicked off the ground to fly high into the air. ¡°Toryaaaaaaaaahh!¡± She forcefully swung down the wooden sword in her hands. This head-on downwards strike was forceful enough to cleave a boulder in two. But such a big move created openings. The black-haired swordswoman calmly responded by grabbing at the airborne girl¡¯s ankle to knock her off balance. Thanks to that, the special move failed. The blonde girl landed back-first on the natural grass. She tried to hop back up and strike back, but the tip of her opponent¡¯s wooden sword was already pressed against her throat. ¡°Kh.¡± Unable to move or get up, the girl grimaced with sweat on her brow and finally accepted defeat. ¡°You win.¡± Ralfint was an old kingdom on the east side of the continent. It had perhaps the oldest history and traditions of the prominent kingdoms, but that also brought many limitations. It was packed full of influential clans and temples and each region within it had a strong independent streak. And a little over a century ago, a civil war had broken out between the king¡¯s younger brother and the king¡¯s son over who would inherit that throne. The influential nobles had all taken their sides, but similar succession issues had occurred in those noble families, other complicated factors had further tangled things, and the fighting still raged on to this day. One factor allowing the war to continue was the terrain of Ralfint. There were so many mountains, valleys, and rivers that transportation was never easy. So even if one battle had a clear victor, that result would not propagate very far through the entire kingdom. That had allowed the civil war to continue for over a century without ending. Naturally, the kingdom could no longer govern itself properly and it was gradually falling into a state of anarchy, so the cities and villages had to learn to defend themselves since the government was not going to provide any assistance. And a lengthy war would lead to the development of highly specialized martial arts. Many martial artists had risen to prominence in different regions of the kingdom and created various schools. There were the warrior priests and priestesses of the Bias Spear Church or the Tina Boxing Temple, the Sorcerer¡¯s Sword school that called themselves Radiant Swordsmen, the continent¡¯s largest magic school started by Great Sage Tode, and even a ninja group known as the Night Crows. Their unique techniques were as varied as they were impressive. The mountains of Ralfint were packed with those abnormally talented people. At times they were hired by Ralfint¡¯s king to fight in the civil war and at times they were hired as mercenaries by other kingdoms across the continent. Those excellent mercenaries could be seen as the kingdom¡¯s greatest export. One area colored by its unique techniques was the Beatrice region in the mountains southeast of Ralfint¡¯s capital of Bermia. At first glance, it looked like a verdant rural village with mountains, rivers, and farmlands, but it was known as the home of a sword fighting style named the Shooting Star Flower, commonly known just as the Shooting Flower. It was so elegant and ostentatious it was said to have been developed from a form of dance. It was known as a style for women and its power was undeniable. One key feature of the Shooting Star Flower was the use of jumping in addition to the sword. The willow-like litheness of a woman¡¯s legs was used to launch them like a whip. The most well-known name when it came to female mercenaries was the Crystal Temple which had its headquarters in the center of the continent and sent people all over to take in orphaned girls and raise them as warriors, but the Shooting Flower was known for producing elite warriors, just not on the same scale as the Crystal Temple. And it helped that they had Irene who bore the title of Master Swordswoman. ¡°Ahh, and I was so close too.¡± After the wooden sword was removed from her throat, the blonde girl arched her back and sprung up to her feet. Her name was Millia and she was the #2 swordswoman in Beatrice. She was young and short, but she had a healthy body with a muscular build. She had proven today just how nimbly and strongly she could move using the tight muscles on her boldly exposed arms and legs. The face atop that young and well-developed body was somewhat youthful and round. One look at her grass-and-sweat-covered body was enough to know she was not too interested in maintaining her appearance, but she was fairly good looking to begin with. Her facial features were adorable and ¡°cute¡± may have been the best word for her. Her golden hair was reminiscent of a wheat field during the autumn harvest, her eyebrows were thick, her eyes were large, and a lively light shined in those violet eyes. Her leather outfit left her arms and legs almost fully exposed, those limbs were tanned a healthy reddish-brown, and there was a mischievous look on the face below the thin woven rope around her forehead. She was a cheerful girl with the atmosphere of child prankster. The way she fought using her excess energy was so much like a lone wolf that the others called her the Golden Wolfling. ¡°It was close. So maybe in a few more years.¡± The black-haired woman smiled with her rose-red lips. She was unusually beautiful for such a rural area. Her beauty was so perfect that some people were hesitant to approach her, but her smile was like a blooming flower. It was a smile overflowing with elegance. She was Irene, the leader of the Beatrice region, a Master Swordswoman, and the current master of the Shooting Star Flower who could quickly gather more than 200 skilled swordswomen. She was no more than the head of a rural noble family, but her skill with the blade was known throughout the kingdom and beyond. People knew her as the Sword Dancer, the Blade Ballerina, and the Moon Slicing Princes. People with a certain kind of charm could gather attention with their mere presence and she was exactly that sort of person. She had an egg-shaped face, softly curving eyebrows, and lips like a rosebud. Her smooth straight black hair fell down to her butt. She was tall for a woman, but she was skinnier than Millia. The word slender was appropriate. Her black cloak had a bold slit on either side to help her ride a horse or swing a sword. Her straight posture accentuated the large breasts pushing out her clothing. She carried a sword on the wide red cloth tied around her tight hips. And her tight butt pushed the cloth up in the rear. Despite her relaxed pose, she left no openings and somehow managed to be both elegant and sharp at the same time. She was charming and dignified. She had the air of a noble and lovely features. Her appearance carried a combination of sex appeal and refinement and her behavior carried a combination of an adult woman¡¯s charm and a swordswoman¡¯s strength. ¡°You¡¯re so strong, Irene.¡± Millia groaned with beads of sweat on her forehead. Irene tried to soothe her, but she refused to just accept it. She had been close, bit that last gap felt insurmountable. With a real sword, she would have been killed. Irene said she would catch up in a few years, but Irene would not remain at the same level after all that time. She was growing too. Millia saw Irene as the ideal woman in sword technique, in femininity, and in good looks. She knew she could never outdo her in any way. ¡°I really worked up a sweat, so let¡¯s call it a day. We can all take a bath and drink some tea.¡± Irene was just as sweaty as Millia. She untied the thin string around her hair and enjoyed the cool breeze. The wind brushed at her hair and surrounded her body. Each and every one of her actions gave off sex appeal. ¡°All right!¡± The girls who had watched the match gave a cheer. It had started as a free-for-all sparring match and Irene and Millia had simply been the last two standing, so all the others were sweaty too. ¡°Kyah, it¡¯s so cold!¡± After quickly stripping off all her clothes, a nude Millia jumped into the river, producing an impressive splash. She was still a child at heart, but her body was another story. Her tanned skin gave off the youthful glow of a teenage girl and her breasts and butt were quite large. She had the unique sex appeal of someone at the midpoint between girlhood and womanhood. Then the other swordswomen with equally youthful bodies began stripping off their clothes and jumping into the river to produce large pillars of water. Finally, Irene carefully removed her clothing, hung it over a tree branch, and stepped into the river. Her clothing must have worked to hide her curves because her body was even more impressive now. That was the nudity of an undeniably beautiful woman. Her smooth skin was like living marble and she had broad shoulders with developed deltoids. The voluminous breasts swelling out just below her collarbones could not fight gravity as well as Millia¡¯s and sagged just a bit, but that actually added to their sex appeal. Her stomach was tight without a hint of fat and she had a large butt on her pelvis. Her long legs had thick thighs, tight calves, and slender ankles. Her smooth body was blessed with feminine curves. Millia and the other girls gasped and felt their heart pounding whenever they saw her in the nude. Irene was known as the Sword Dancer and the Blade Ballerina because of her skill with swords and her beauty of a goddess. The swordswomen began to enjoy their bath. The river was too deep to stand after just a few steps in, but they were all confident swimmers. ¡°Phew, there¡¯s nothing like a nice bath in the summer.¡± Millia kicked up at the water¡¯s surface to create a large splash and stuck just the one plump and tanned leg out of the water. ¡°Agreed.¡± In the midsummer sun, the naked women and girls had to float in the river for a while before their overheated bodies cooled. Suddenly, Irene called out to her best student while her black hair floated in the water like seaweed. ¡°Millia, you¡¯ve been pestering me about going on a journey to train and I think you¡¯re ready now.¡± ¡°Really!?¡± As soon as Millia heard that, she righted herself to look at Irene. ¡°Yes, you are skilled enough and I too was only 16 when I left the village. I think you can handle a journey on your own now.¡± A journey was a good opportunity to see aspects of reality one was not accustomed to. It was a good idea for a warrior who did not want to be sheltered. ¡°Way to go, Millia.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll make sure to fight lots of strong people across the continent. And then I¡¯ll come back to beat Irene for once.¡± Millia jumped up from the river and clenched her fists. ¡°Buy us some souvenirs, okay?¡± ¡°She might have a boyfriend with her when she gets back.¡± ¡°The point of the journey is to train. Besides, I¡¯m not interested in boys.¡± Millia¡¯s answer was met with laughter. She was the best student here when it came to sword technique, but she was shockingly pure when it came to issues of sex. ¡°You might not be interested, but all the boys out there will be very interested in you when they see these giant tits.¡± One of the bathing swordswomen moved up behind Millia and grabbed her boobs. Plenty of Millia¡¯s teenage growth had gone to her breasts. Their size was just as impressive as Irene¡¯s. No, since she was shorter, hers had even more of an impact. And since Irene was 22, hers were unlikely to grow any further, but Millia was still a growing girl. They would be even bigger before all was said and done. However, Millia had an inferiority complex about her breasts. She thought Irene¡¯s were big, shapely, and perfectly suited for her body type, but she thought hers were awkwardly large. ¡°These just get in the way.¡± She tried to escape the girl¡¯s hands, but the girl would not let her go and began groping those mounds. ¡°Hee hee. You¡¯re enjoying this, aren¡¯t you? You¡¯re such a horny girl.¡± ¡°I am not horny.¡± Millia sullenly turned her head to the side. ¡°If you run across a hot guy on your journey, put his you-know-what between these and massage it with them. He¡¯ll go off in no time.¡± ¡°I already told you I¡¯m not interested in that. I wish I was as flat as you, Sophia.¡± ¡°Miiilliiiaaa, are you trying to piss me off? Here¡¯s what you get.¡± With a frightening pitch to her voice, Sophia pinched Millia¡¯s nipples between her fingers and started tweaking them. ¡°Ah ha ha ha ha ha! Ah, wait, stop that!¡± Millia laughed and writhed around until she managed to throw the girl off her back and into the river. She gasped for breath now that she was free. Once the other girl got her head above water again, she placed a hand over her mouth and grinned. ¡°You¡¯re so sensitive, Millia.¡± ¡°Hey, look! Millia¡¯s nipples are hard.¡± Another girl joined in by pointing that out. ¡°They are not!¡± Millia blushed bright red and started attacking the other girls to hide her embarrassment. The girls fled through the river and they all began splashing each other. This level of teasing and touching was an everyday occurrence for them. Irene stayed out of it and swam a while longer before crawling up onto a rock to rest. The naked girls shined bright as they splashed in the water below the midsummer sun. Irene narrowed her eyes as she viewed that peaceful scene that looked like frolicking fairies. When she wrung out her wet hair while up on the rock, it looked like a scene from a painting. Back down in the river, Millia could not keep her eyes off of the woman. When Irene moved from the hair over her left shoulder to the hair over her right shoulder, she shifted the position of her thighs and Millia got a look between the woman¡¯s spread legs. The girl immediately looked away. Millia did not think much of anything about people seeing her naked, but her heart always pounded when she saw Irene in the nude. ¡°Okay, I¡¯m about ready to go. All of you need to get out soon.¡± ¡°Ah, wait! I¡¯ll go with you.¡± When Irene got dressed and prepared to leave, Millia hurried out of the river. She did not go to the trouble Irene had. She just shook her head to throw the water from her hair and youthful body. Then she threw back on her clothes. Even Irene was shocked at how quickly she managed it. ¡°Okay, let¡¯s go!¡± Millia grabbed Irene¡¯s arm and clung to it. Irene used her towel to finish drying off Millia¡¯s hair as they left together. Since Millia would be leaving on her journey the following day, the other girls waited back at the river so those two could be alone. ¡°How are you ever going to survive being out on your own?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be fine. I¡¯m not a kid anymore.¡± Millia cutely puffed out her cheeks. ¡°Hee hee. All of you are children to me. A parent always sees their children as children.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Millia accepted that in silence. Irene was far too young to be her actual mother, but she acted like a mother for Millia and the other village children. No, she was more than a mother to them. Irene could be gentle and weak in some ways, but her courage and swordsmanship were undeniable. At the same time, everyone in Beatrice knew the kind person behind the harsh training. They all trusted that she would save them if anything were to happen to them, so they were prepared to save her if anything happened to her. That powerful bond of trust was one of the reasons the Shooting Star Flower had left its mark on the continent despite being developed in such a rural village. ¡°Be careful, okay?¡± Irene placed her lips on Millia¡¯s. Millia silently closed her eyes and hesitantly stuck out her tongue. Irene silently accepted the girl¡¯s tongue, sucked at it, tangled her own tongue with it, and sent her saliva into the girl¡¯s mouth. Millia did not hesitate to swallow her beloved master¡¯s saliva. In this village, a kiss between women was a sign of pure love with no sexual connotation. It was meant to show that they would be together in spirit even while apart. However, these two took it several steps beyond the norm, hinting that there was something more between them. The next morning, Irene and the other girls saw Millia off as she cheerfully left her home village of Beatrice for a journey around the kingdom. Chapter 2 - Encounter Chapter 2 - Encounter ¡°Ahh, this feels great. I¡¯m so glad I took this journey.¡± As Millia climbed a mountain path surrounded by dark green trees, a field of flowers came into view. She innocently rejoiced and immediately flopped down into the flowers where she sprawled out in the bright sun. Her eyes were as deep a blue as the summer sky and her youthful cheeks were adorable. Anyone would agree she was an attractive girl, but her grooming and clothing worked against that. Her hair would have glowed like gold if she only combed it, but she left it lazily cut at shoulder length, she did not look after it beyond washing it, and it looked like not even a comb could tame it. She used a wrapped cord around her forehead to keep it out of her eyes. She wore a faded sleeveless outfit with only a leather protector over her chest. The short skirt gave a view of her plump legs and the soft cloth covering her crotch came into view when it fluttered in the wind. Millia preferred that loincloth to anything as fancy as panties. She liked how she could tighten it to help focus herself on a task. Her only weapon was a midsized sword at her hip and her only armor was the leather protector over her chest. The stomach was a weak point for a human, or any animal, but she left hers unguarded as a sign of confidence. She wore a leather cape on her back and leather hiking boots on her feet. She had wrapped some hemp cloth around her arms to help guard them, but her healthy upper arms and thighs were left exposed. It all gave her a rough appearance, but that was exactly who she was. That may have made her a stereotypical female mercenary. She was lightly equipped for a warrior, but almost all female warriors were lightweight fighters. They could not hope to match the men in pure strength, so they made up for it with speed. That forced them to be equipped more lightly and a lot of them also used magic to fight. ¡°Hm, hmm, hm. Ahh, this is the life.¡± She raised her clasped hands overhead and stretched while breathing her lungs full of the floral aroma. She looked boyish, but she was still a girl. She loved being surrounded by grass and flowers. She was not in a hurry, so she liked the idea of taking a nap here. ¡°¡­¡± She lay there enjoying the breath of nature for a while, but she had always had trouble sitting still. Once she started feeling restless, she brought her hands to her chest and slipped them below the protector there. She did not like how large her breasts were, but she still enjoyed how they felt in her hands. The sun was too bright, so she shut her eyes and focused on her own body as she slowly massaged her breasts. Once the nipples grew stiff and erect, she pinched them and rolled them around. ¡°Ahh¡­nh¡­¡± Anyone who knew her would have doubted their ears at how sensual and feminine her sighs sounded. Back at home, she was known as a strong-willed girl who would be more interested in food than sex. That was certainly one side of her, but it had been quite a while since her first period. Once a girl had their first period, they would not remain a pure and innocent little thing for long. That was a sign that they were growing up. And as they grew, so did their sexual desire. She sometimes forgot all about that desire while training her sword technique, but it never went away. The smallest thing could bring it rushing back. ¡°Ahh, ahn, Irene.¡± Her ideal partner was someone stronger than her who would always protect her. That was not asking for much, but not many people could provide it. The only person she knew stronger than her was Irene. After fondling herself for a while, she moved the hand on her left breast down to her lower body, lifted up her skirt, and stuck her fingers into the soft cloth within. Her fingers immediately found a sticky sensation. She seemed to produce more love juices than average, so it did not take long for it to trickle out like she had pissed herself. ¡°Ahh, the sun¡­the sun is so bright~¡± The light shining through her eyelids made her feel like the sun was watching her masturbate. Her entire body burned with embarrassment, but that only sped up her fingering. She had pushed the chest protector partially out of the way as she massaged her right breast and she had nearly removed her loincloth as she rolled her clitoris around in her fingers. Before too long, her hips thrust up high and trembled. It was very unlike a swordfighter, but all of her focus was gathered on her own body and she had shut out all information from the outside world. The scene in her mind as she lost herself in masturbation was not sex with a man. Her ideal partner was and had always been Irene. She recalled Irene¡¯s gentle kisses and warm embraces as her fingers moved more intensely, her breathing grew heavier, and an endless series of heated sighs escaped her lips. ¡°Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahn, ahh, ah, ah, hh, hh~ Nh, ahhh!¡± Her moaning grew more excited and her mouth hung open as her hips thrust even higher than before and convulsed. The loosened loincloth came undone and fell away. Her nectar-soaked vulva glittered in the strong summer sunlight. ¡°Sigh~, I did it again.¡± Once the orgasm faded and her hips dropped back down, Millia held her wet fingers up in the sunlight and fell into some light self-hatred. How long had it been since she learned how to finger herself? When had she started masturbating whenever she had some spare time? When she was done, she always swore never to do it again, but she was always right back at it before long. It made her feel like a dog in heat. ¡°I bet these things got so big because I¡¯m always doing this.¡± She looked down at the needlessly large mounds that fueled her inferiority complex. Even while lying on her back, they almost entirely kept their shape and their prominent form felt like an eyesore to her. The other girls were always jealous of how busty she was, but they only got in the way of her sword fighting. How many times had she grabbed them, wishing she could just tear them off? She hated being seen as a woman. She wanted to continue living as a child who did not have to think about sexuality at all, but her body constantly reminded her she was well on the way to adulthood. ¡°I wonder if Irene does this too.¡± Irene was so unbelievably beautiful, but she was never seen spending any time with men. There were rumors of a tragic romance with a prince during her time serving in Ralfint¡¯s royal palace, but no one knew if that was true. Millia had never seen Irene masturbating, but no matter how above-it-all she might seem, she was still a woman and she would likely be plagued by the same sexual desire Millia was. And when she thought about it, you did not let someone see you masturbate even if you were as close as sisters. Millia did not let anyone see her masturbate either. She tried to imagine Irene masturbating night after night, but she gave up because it seemed out of character. ¡°She¡¯s perfect, unlike me, so I bet she can resist the urge. Yawn~¡± After reaching that conclusion, Millia succumbed to the pleasant scent of the flowers, warmth of the sunlight, and post-orgasm exhaustion. She yawned and drifted off to sleep with her top still pulled up above her breasts and her skirt lifted up. ¡°Kyah! Someone! Someone help!¡± Millia had been enjoying some peaceful sleep with drool dripping from her mouth, but her eyes blinked awake when she heard an ear-splitting scream. Waking up quickly was one of her special skills. She was a true swordswoman in that sense. She quickly wiped the drool from her mouth, pulled her chest protector back into place, and lifted her head from the flower field. A village woman of about 20 with snow-white skin was being pursued by men who looked like bandits. With a group of bald and bearded men chasing a pure maiden, it was obvious who was in the right here. True courage was to act when action was necessary. Millia had a strong sense of justice and she tended to act before thinking. Light filled her eyes as she drew her sword and rushed from the flower field. ¡°Help has arrived, miss!¡± The bandits were surprised by the sudden intrusion, but they clearly underestimated her when they saw how young she was. In fact, they seemed overjoyed to have another target. The fleeing woman must not have expected someone looking like Millia could save her either. One of the bandits reached out a thick arm to snag Millia as she ran toward him, but she easily dodged it. And a moment later¡­ ¡°What!?¡± The bandits and the woman doubted their eyes. A superb kick sank into the man¡¯s face. Her momentum caused her skirt to rise up and show off her plump legs. While the rest of the bandits stared in shock, she threw an elbow to the right and a roundhouse kick to the left to bring down a second and third. ¡°She¡¯s tough! Don¡¯t let your guard down! Take this seriously!¡± On the instructions of the eyepatch man who appeared to be their leader, a large, burly man rushed at her with a scimitar raised and tried to cut her down. He was certainly powerful, but his sword technique was that of a complete amateur. Millia easily dodged it and hit him in the side with the back of her blade. Killing highway robbers was fair game, but the difference in skill was so great Millia felt like she was bullying them and she held back. The fact that she had never killed someone before may have played a subconscious role as well. The brawl had begun as six against one, but Millia incapacitated all of them in no time. ¡°Well, had enough!?¡± After tying them up, Millia crossed her arms and struck a bold pose in front of the eyepatch man. She really should have left them with a local vigilante group, but she had another idea. Banditry was of course a bad thing, but she could not judge them too harshly given the current state of the Ralfint Kingdom. A lot of people had gone broke and become wanderers after their fields were ravaged by the long war and it was common for them to resort to a life of crime. The elders of her village had raised her to hate the sin and not the sinner. ¡°You were stopped before doing any real harm, so if you swear you will never do something like this again, I will let you go.¡± The bandits stared blankly up at her when she made this unexpected offer. ¡°So. Learned your lesson?¡± She leaned forward to match their seated eye level while maintaining a threatening pose, but it was not the threatening look on her face they focused on. Their eyes were drawn right to her boldly exposed cleavage. They could not help but audibly gulp. ¡°Hey, my eyes are up here, you pervs!¡± When she realized what they were looking at, she sent a merciless blow right into one man¡¯s face. He collapsed onto his back with blood flowing from his nose. ¡°Men are so disgusting.¡± She repeatedly stomped on the eyepatch man¡¯s face, but he looked oddly happy even as his face twisted in pain. She had completely forgotten to put her underwear back on when she woke up, so the bandit¡¯s viewpoint from below gave him a full view of her bare pussy. That said, she could easily kick him to death if he sat there enjoying the view for long, so he got up on all fours and apologized. ¡°Yes, we have learned our lesson. We will never again do anything like this.¡± ¡°Good. I will forgive you just this once, so live an honest life from here on out. Besides, just because life has gotten a little rough is no excuse for trying to steal from other people.¡± Millia planted her feet wide apart to strike a bold pose as she started lecturing the bandits, but just then, a mischievous and oddly persistent gust of wind sent her skirt fluttering up. ¡°Ohhh!¡± The captured bandits quietly celebrated amongst themselves. Now all the bandits were blessed with the same view as their boss. And they were not being kicked in the head, so they could take their time and enjoy the view. The blonde hair on her head was discolored by exposure to the sun, but her pubic hair had much less sun exposure and its beautiful golden color fluttered in the breeze. Also, her pubic hair had yet to fully grow in, so her labia remained almost entirely visible. The fleshy lips were fully closed at first, but whenever she shifted her weight from one foot to another, they opened a bit and gave a glimpse of the beautiful pink within. The bandits stared intently to never miss a glimpse and that unintentional teasing sent their lust boiling. ¡°Banditry simply is not worth the effort. Even if you manage to steal a lot of money, you can¡¯t use it in town. And if you get hurt, no one will be willing to heal you and you might end up with a lifelong disability because of it.¡± Millia never would have dreamed a total of 12 eyeballs were focused on her bare pussy, so she was pleased to see how focused they were on her lecture and she even swung her sword around to accentuate some of her points. Afterwards, she untied them. ¡°Now let this be a lesson to you. Go live an honest life.¡± ¡°Thanks so much. We will never forget this.¡± The bandits had not listened to a word of the girl¡¯s shallow lecture, but once released, they bowed deeply and made themselves scarce. Millia watched them go, convinced she had done a good deed, but their thanks had been for more than just sparing their lives. If anything, they had been even more thankful for the eye candy. ¡°Thank you so much for rescuing me.¡± Once the bandits were gone, the previous woman walked over and thanked Millia. ¡°Oh, glad to see you¡¯re okay. My name¡¯s Millia.¡± ¡°My name is Glinda. Um¡­¡± The woman looked like she wanted to say something, so Millia followed her gaze down. Just then, another gust of wind caused her skirt to flutter up and she saw her own crotch. ¡°Wah!¡± She blushed and jumped up in surprise before belatedly holding down the skirt and running back to the flower field she had napped in. She snatched up her loincloth and put it back on while loudly making an excuse. ¡°Ha ha. I happened to be relieving myself when this all started.¡± Even a girl as bluntly honest as Millia was not going to come out and say she forgot to retighten it after masturbating. When she recalled how oddly excited the bandits had been, she clenched her fist so hard it shook. ¡°They definitely saw it. They are getting such a butt-kicking next time I see them!¡± ¡°Excuse meee! Is anyone herrrre?¡± In the faint light from a sliver of moon and the twinkling stars, Millia climbed a steep mountain slope and peeked inside the small castle at the peak. She had rescued a woman named Glinda during the day and she had turned out to be the daughter of the Carell region¡¯s lord. A strange mage had apparently moved into this mountain castle recently, so she had been searching for a warrior or mage to hire and have that unwelcome mage removed. The minor clan in the region normally lived in the flatlands, but if they would be caught in a battle, the entire clan would hole up in the castle prepared in the mountains. It was a serious problem for someone to be illegally occupying that castle. Millia had only just made her debut as a mercenary and wandering warrior, so she was delighted to accept the job. She was not one to waste time, so after being treated to dinner at Glinda¡¯s mansion, she set off to hunt down the evil mage. ¡°My, my. What an adorable little guest.¡± Once she crossed the lowered drawbridge and set foot inside the castle, someone appeared from within. ¡°Eh!? You¡¯re the mage living in this castle?¡± ¡°I am. Is that a problem?¡± Millia made no attempt to hide the confusion on her face and the mage smiled as he responded. ¡°But¡­you¡¯re just a child.¡± Millia sounded stunned even though she was a child herself. She never thought about anything too hard and her poor imagination had assumed a mage would be very old. Nevertheless, the person in front of her was a gentle-looking boy younger than she was. He did not look any older than 15. He wore a loose robe and a woman with a taste for young boys would surely have started drooling while staring lovingly at him. Millia, however, did not share such refined tastes. ¡°One quick warning: you should not judge a mage based on their appearance. I know I do not look it, but I have lived for more than a century.¡± ¡°A-a century!?¡± Her eyes grew wide. ¡°My name is Vloodvane. Does that perhaps ring a bell?¡± ¡°No, never heard of you.¡± ¡°Is that so? And here I thought I was fairly well known among those in your profession. Yet nothing¡­¡± The boy named Vloodvane could not hide his shock at Millia¡¯s honest reaction. He looked a little peeved. ¡°You¡¯ve never heard of Master Vloodvane? What an ignorant girl.¡± A voice and a light appeared behind her. It was a magic light. ¡°!¡± She grimaced at the unexpected brightness and held a hand in front of her eyes. She heard the drawbridge rising. Once her eyes had finally adjusted, she looked back to find an intellectual woman with a glossy silver cascade of hair behind her, a well-defined and narrow face, cool and mysterious eyes, and glistening red lips. She wore a black evening dress that contained her large chest and showed off her bodylines with its skintight fit. There was a large slit on the left that rose up to the top of her hip, so her beautiful white leg was in full view. She wore a magic jewel on a necklace. The combination of the intelligent beauty on her face and the sex appeal spilling from her body and dress was sexier than if she had simply been nude. ¡°Master Vloodvane is known as history¡¯s greatest mage. And his greatest student would be me, Glinda the Witch.¡± ¡°Eh!? Glinda?¡± Millia was surprised anew. She had not expected to see Glinda here, but the difference in her presence and clothing made her look entirely different from earlier in the day. ¡°Hiii, Millia. Good evening.¡± While Millia blinked in confusion, the woman waved and gave a joking greeting. The villager from before was gone and this was clearly a witch. ¡°What are you doing here, Glinda???¡± ¡°During the day, I was hoping to use those bandits as human subjects for some new magic I¡¯m working on. So it was really them you saved and not me. Ohhh ho ho ho.¡± Glinda laughed loudly and happily while clearly enjoying the confusion on Millia¡¯s face. ¡°Also, I sent you here because I thought Master Vloodvane would want an energetic little thing like you.¡± ¡°Mh. You mean you tricked me?¡± That summed up Millia¡¯s simple understand of the situation. ¡°You could say that, yes.¡± Upon hearing that, Millia drew her sword and raised it without hesitation. Vloodvane stood before her and Glinda cut off her escape route. She would have to fight her way out. ¡°And I take it I can¡¯t leave unless I defeat you two.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. What a smart girl you are.¡± Glinda spoke like she was praising a small child. That was all Millia needed to hear. ¡°Then prepare yourself for Millia, top student of the Shooting Star Flower!¡± Even as she spoke, Millia moved to cut down Vloodvane. She had never fought a mage before, but she had been taught how to do it. The trick was to never be on the defensive. It was best to slay them with the first attack so they did not have time to cast any magic. ¡°Hiyah!¡± Millia made her attack with a sharp cry, but Vloodvane dodged it by a hair. She was stunned by the skill demonstrated in that movement, but there was no rule saying a mage could not also use martial arts. She refocused herself and made another attack before he could cast any magic, but he easily dodged her second and third sword strikes. He even commented on her technique. ¡°Oh? Yes, this is definitely the Shooting Flower. And you use it well. I see. Glinda was right: you would be useful if I had you working for me.¡± ¡°Tch.¡± She sharply clicked her tongue and altered the timing of her attacks. She pulled three kunai from her hip and threw them toward Vloodvane one after another. Of course, these would not hit someone at his level. He easily dodged them. But at the same time, she gripped her sword in both hands, made what looked like a slash from the lower right, and converted it into a jab toward the gut. She felt the dull tactile feedback of a hit. ¡°Master Vloodvane!¡± Glinda¡¯s scream rang in Millia¡¯s ears. She had done it. Millia shut her eyes. She had killed someone for the first time. He had known some martial arts, but it was only surprising given her low expectations for a mage. Millia was the number two swordfighter in a village of them, so she had plenty of ways to defeat him if she put her mind to it. But when she used those methods, she could not hold back and her sword stabs would be deadly. She knew this had been inevitable as long as she remained a swordfighter, but taking someone¡¯s life was still incredibly unpleasant. ¡°Oh, well done, well done. I didn¡¯t at all expect a jab from there.¡± Millia looked up in surprise when she heard a voice. Her sword had pierced Vloodvane from stomach to back, but the boy looked perfectly calm. In fact, he was grinning. ¡°¡­How¡­?¡± How was he alive? She could not believe the reality before her eyes. ¡°I said Master Vloodvane is history¡¯s greatest mage, didn¡¯t I? Why would a measly old sword be enough to kill him?¡± Glinda did not look remotely concerned, so her scream must have been for show. With this and her flight from the bandits, she seemed to have a thing for theatrics. Still surprised, Millia decided to pull out her sword and split the boy¡¯s head open this time. Even a monster would die if his head was destroyed, right? But she found herself unable to remove the sword. It remained lodged in the mage¡¯s stomach. While she started to panic, he casually raised his left hand. At first, she had no idea what he had done, but¡­ ¡°Eh?¡± Her chest protector was split down the middle and fell to the stone floor. His mysterious power had cut only her nearly skintight clothing without leaving a mark on her skin. Her melon-sized tits bounced out into view. She simply stared down at her bared breasts in disbelief. The skin of her chest was far less tanned than her limbs or face, which were normally exposed, and two round balls of flesh stuck out. The areolae swelled out with an almost translucent pink and the nipples poked out with the somewhat deeper color of wild strawberries. ¡°Oh? Your breasts are much larger than your childish face let on.¡± ¡°Kyah!¡± When she heard Vloodvane¡¯s thoughts and noticed his rude gaze upon her, she let go of her beloved sword and covered her breasts with her hands. That was the natural reaction for a girl of just 16, but in this case, it left her wide open. She had effectively abandoned the fight. Vloodvane casually moved his hands below her skirt, grabbed her loincloth on either side, and pulled up. ¡°Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!¡± He demonstrated unbelievable strength for what looked like a young boy and her feet left the floor. She panicked again, but she also realized now was not the time to hide her chest. She frantically tried to pull another kunai from her hip and slash at the mage¡¯s face, but she found her hands had been shackled behind her back at some point. That was thanks to Glinda who had walked up behind her. ¡°What?¡± Millia was truly panicked now that both her hands were bound. She had no idea what to do. She could still move her legs, but she could not brace herself against the floor and thus could not throw a proper kick. The loincloth supported her full body weight now, so it dug mercilessly into her crotch. Where the cloth had formed an upside-down triangle before, it now formed a T and looked more like a rope than cloth. It of course split her plump butt cheeks apart, but it also parted her feminine flesh dumpling, forcing the labia out into view. ¡°Kwah, stop, stop! It¡¯s digging in!¡± She struggled in pain, but Vloodvane kept her suspended like that as he walked further into the castle, entered a thick door, and placed her into a chair with a back and armrests. She breathed a sigh of relief at being freed from the crotch-splitting agony, but he lifted up her right ankle and placed the back of her knee on the armrest. Glinda firmly bound her thigh there. Her left leg was tied to the other armrest in the same way. ¡°What do you think, Master Vloodvane? Quite the find, isn¡¯t she?¡± Millia was awkwardly bound to the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward. Glinda narrowed her eyes lovingly as she viewed the girl and sought her master¡¯s agreement. The girl had sapphire blue eyes, warm skin, a small and shapely face, and a slender and well-balanced body. Anyone would have considered her a lovely girl. She had been dressed for a journey. It had always been a fairly revealing outfit, but it included a cloak and boots. The only thing missing was the chest protector. But the contrast between her boyish face and her large breasts inspired certain desires in those who saw her. She clenched her teeth in humiliation. The humiliation overpowered even her embarrassment. That reaction betrayed her innocence. She was mostly ignorant of sex, so she failed to imagine anything in that direction. ¡°She requires work, but I am sure she will shine once polished. Her skill with swords is sure to be of some use to you, Master Vloodvane. Will you please leave her training to me?¡± ¡°Very well. You found her, Glinda, so do with her as you wish.¡± ¡°Ahn, thank you. I promise you I will remake her into a faithful warrior for you.¡± ¡°As you heard, I have Master Vloodvane¡¯s permission.¡± Glinda walked toward Millia with a smile on her face. ¡°Wh-what are you going to do¡­?¡± ¡°Hee hee hee. You¡¯re scared, aren¡¯t you? But, Millia, I quite like you. That is why I let Master Vloodvane meet you and got his permission. I won¡¯t treat you badly. In fact, I will give your life purpose.¡± Glinda reached out, took Millia¡¯s chin, and then gently kissed the girl¡¯s plump cherry-red lips. A kiss from a woman was not going to shock Millia. She lived in a group of women and kisses were used as no more than greetings. Still, it had caught her off guard. Glinda moved kiss to Millia¡¯s left ear, sucked at her earlobe, stuck her tongue in her ear, and moved it stickily around. ¡°S-stop that. It tickles!¡± Millia cried out without meaning to and her shoulders jumped from the ticklish sensation. Meanwhile, Glinda¡¯s hand moved from Millia¡¯s chin, down her neck, and to her breasts. ¡°They really are ridiculously big. Did they suck up all the nutrients that should have gone to your brain?¡± ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°Hee hee. Not just big but sensitive too. Here, I¡¯ll massage them. Let¡¯s see if you can cum from your boobs alone.¡± Glinda admired the giant breasts that Millia resented and she also massaged them as if milking them. The more she massaged, the firmer they became and the greater their volume grew. Next, Glinda lowered her head, extended her lewd tongue, and licked all around Millia¡¯s large areola. She persistently licked circles around the nipple instead of attacking it directly. Then she did the same to the other one, but with her fingers instead. ¡°Ahh, ahh, ahn. Stop that.¡± Millia had a habit of masturbating, but since she was impatient, she would quickly grow frustrated with only breast stimulation and start working at her clit. And when she easily achieved climax like that, she would fall asleep satisfied. Her sexual habits were as simple as her straightforward personality. That meant her breasts had never before been tormented this persistently. She had never known her nipples could be such a sensitive erogenous zone. It was frustrating and agonizing, so her female instincts soon had her thrusting her hips the best she could while bound to the chair. Losing a battle was bad enough, but tears of humiliation and sorrow filled her eyes when this sexual teasing was added on top of that. ¡°Ah, ahn, ahh, n-no, stop, ahhhn.¡± She could no longer hide her sexual arousal. Her large chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily and sweat poured from her body. Only then did Glinda rub at the thoroughly erect nipples with the back of her hand, pinch them between her fingers, and flick them with her tongue. ¡°Kh, ah¡­ahhh¡­¡± ¡°Feels amazing, doesn¡¯t it? Just leave it to me.¡± Millia could not believe her eyes when she saw how hard and erect her own nipples were. Yet Glinda¡¯s nipple torture was not over yet. She rolled them in her palm, kneaded them, rubbed them up and down between her fingers, and vibrated her hand with them in her grasp. As a woman, Glinda knew all the secrets of a woman¡¯s body. The nipples grew truly sensitive only once they had grown erect. Finally, Glinda took one of the stiff and throbbing nipples into her mouth and sucked while rapidly rolling it around with the tip of her tongue. ¡°Eee, ahh¡­n-no, I can¡¯t take it anymore¡­ahhh~!¡± Millia tilted her head back and looked up in the air, which exposed her throat in a way a swordfighter never wanted to do. Then she convulsed. ¡°Oh, dear. You really did cum, didn¡¯t you? Hee hee. I thought you would last a little longer than that.¡± A bewitching light glittered in Glinda¡¯s pale eyes and Millia tearfully pleaded with her. ¡°Stop, stop, please stop.¡± Millia had chosen the dangerous life of a swordfighter, but she had been raised with Irene and the other girls as her family. That had left her a na?ve enough believer in the good of humanity to let the bandits go when they simply promised to turn over a new leaf. She had heard that defeated female warriors were sometimes used as a man¡¯s tool of pleasure and she had thought she was prepared for the warrior¡¯s life, but actually facing that reality was another matter entirely. In fact, she did not fully understand the reality before her. ¡°Quit whining, you bitch!¡± ¡°Eek!¡± Millia gasped, cowered down, and shut her mouth when the woman suddenly berated her. Glinda knew from experience just how easy it was to break female warriors or witches who were sexually na?ve but also skilled enough to have never experienced true defeat. She put on the expression of a cold and heartless dominatrix and pulled up the chaste girl¡¯s skirt. There she found the soft fabric wedged between the girl¡¯s labia. Instead of removing the loincloth, Glinda only pulled it to the side. This revealed the wet lips, the perineum, and the anus. Since Millia¡¯s legs were spread, the outer labia were opened enough for the inner labia to peek out. No one had ever inspected that area before, so Millia blushed out to her ears and trembled with embarrassment. ¡°Hee hee. Look how wet you are, Millia. What a horny girl~¡± ¡°I-I am not horny.¡± Millia pouted her lips at Glinda¡¯s comment. ¡°Oh, really?¡± Instead of insisting the girl was wrong, Glinda stroked a long, slender finger up the exposed vulva. ¡°Ahhhhhh¡­¡± The alluring witch¡¯s finger worked its way along each petal of flesh and finally pulled back the flesh bud¡¯s hood. The girl¡¯s lovely face was beet red and so hot she thought it would burst into flames as she shook it in protest. ¡°Hee hee. What a beautiful pussy. Are you the only one who has ever touched it?¡± ¡°Hhh¡­nhh.¡± The captured swordswoman heard a lewd sticky sound coming from the gentle dance of fingertips at her soft feminine flesh. ¡°Ahhhh, no, no, no, stop!¡± ¡°Millia, are you still going to claim you aren¡¯t horny?¡± Glinda¡¯s finger technique was quite skilled and it left Millia writhing in her bonds. After gathering plenty of love juices on her fingers, Glinda stroked the large flesh pearl she had bared earlier. ¡°Ahh, ahhhhhh, aghhhh¡­¡± ¡°Hee hee. You want to cum, don¡¯t you? Well, go ahead. Cum for me.¡± The alluring witch¡¯s laughter guided the healthy girl to a world of illicit sexuality. The muscles twitched in the thighs up on the armrests and her toes curled inside her boots. ¡°Aghh!¡± She cried out like she was about to foam at the mouth and then her youthful body really did burst. Liquid flowed from the center of her spread legs. She must have been holding it in for a while now, but the dam had finally burst. ¡°Aghaaaaahhhh!¡± She struggled, but she could not stop the stream of piss. ¡°My, my. Wetting yourself at your age? How adorable.¡± Glinda punctuated her statement with a pinch of Millia¡¯s clitoris. ¡°Ahhhh¡­¡± Millia¡¯s lower body trembled even as the piss continued flowing out. After watching the girl wet herself and orgasm simultaneously, Glinda held up her hand. The slender fingers were sticky with both golden water and a maiden¡¯s dew. ¡°Now, Millia, lick my hand and learn your own flavor.¡± ¡°Nhh, no, stop, nhhh¡­¡± Millia shut her mouth and shook her head to escape it, but the sexy witch showed no mercy. ¡°Weren¡¯t you taught as a child not to be a picky eater?¡± She pinched Millia¡¯s small nose shut. Once the girl had no choice but to open her small mouth, Glinda shoved her glistening fingers inside. Those fingers pinched Millia¡¯s tongue, rubbed at her gums, and otherwise toyed with the inside of her mouth before pulling out. ¡°Delicious, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°It is not! Please, stop this!¡± Millia tearfully pleaded her, but neither Vloodvane nor Glinda were the type to feel pangs of conscience. ¡°Hee hee. If you insist, I will end the foreplay there. You¡¯re plenty wet, so we should be able to move onto the next phase.¡± Millia¡¯s body was finally free of Glinda¡¯s fingers, but that was only a brief respite. Glinda pulled a brutal-looking dildo seemingly out of nowhere. ¡°Hee hee. Impressive, isn¡¯t it? You get the privilege of enjoying every bit of it inside you.¡± Glinda lovingly kissed the thick dildo. ¡°Ahhh, ahhhhh¡­ H-how¡­how can you do this?¡± The young swordswoman realized what the witch was planning to do. Her thighs were still bound to the chair, so all she could do was shake her head. Millia knew girls normally lost their virginity to a boy they had feelings for and she had assumed the same would happen to her eventually. An interest in boys had never developed in her, but she still had a general idea that it was wrong to lose your virginity to a mere toy. Especially in circumstances like these. Sobs of despair escaped her throat and tears spilled from her large eyes. Glinda gave her an almost sympathetic look and lightly slapped her cheek with the brutal thing. ¡°Then again, this is your first time, so this might be a little much. So I will give you a choice: this dildo or Master Vloodvane¡¯s real penis? Which one do you want to take your virginity?¡± The answer was obviously neither, but she had to choose the lesser of two evils here. She compared the brutal object on her cheek to the young boy standing calmly in the room. Vloodvane returned her look with a smile. She knew what her choice had to be, so she hesitantly opened her mouth. ¡°Th-the¡­penis.¡± ¡°Yes, I expected as much. I would feel bad for you if you had your hymen broken by a nonliving object.¡± Glinda smiled in triumph at Millia¡¯s answer. Millia of course knew that Glinda had guided her to that answer, but she did not really have a choice in the matter when it was obvious the witch would do something even worse to her if she did not play along. ¡°Okay, now ask Master Vloodvane for it.¡± ¡°¡­?¡± ¡°Oh, falling silent now? You cannot expect him to give you his love if you do not ask him properly.¡± When Glinda whispered that in her ear, Millia responded with surprise and then anger. ¡°No! Why should I say anything of the sort!?¡± ¡°Hee hee. You don¡¯t have to if you don¡¯t want to. But then we will find out if your pussy can survive the size of this dildo.¡± Glinda feigned a look of disappointment like she was hurt by Millia¡¯s refusal and she placed the tip of the brutal thing against the exposed entrance to Millia¡¯s vagina. Millia paled and trembled at the sight. ¡°No, stop!¡± ¡°Then will you ask him?¡± At Glinda¡¯s prompting, Millia threw out her shame and repeated the words the witch whispered in her ear. ¡°Master Vloodvane, please penetrate my horny pussy with your manly cock. Do that and I will be your faithful servant.¡± ¡°Hee hee. Well said.¡± Glinda pulled back the brutal object, gently kissed Millia¡¯s nervously tensed cheek, and stepped aside for her master. ¡°¡­¡± Vloodvane silently pulled back his robe to real a penis that did not at all belong on the body of such a young boy. It was clearly the well-used dick of an adult man. The head was large and swollen and thick veins throbbed along the shaft. The sinister looking male organ was nothing but a target of fear for Millia, but it was the ideal size for an experienced adult woman. In fact, Glinda looked like she was about to drool as she stared at it. Glinda¡¯s slender fingers spread the entrance to Millia¡¯s secret garden. ¡°Now, go ahead. It may be somewhat wet with piss, but it is yours to devour, Master Vloodvane.¡± With Millia as the ingredient and Glinda the cook, Vloodvane only had to dig in by penetrating the girl. The wet pussy might as well have been served to him on a silver platter. ¡°I think that is exactly what I will do.¡± He walked calmly toward the captured hare and placed the tip of his dick against Millia¡¯s spread labia. He gathered his strength and thrust into her crotch. The thick penis spread her hymen and sank in just a bit. ¡°Ghah!¡± Millia definitely felt something inside her tear as the thick spear broke through. Once the head was fully inside, the rest was smoothly taken inside her. She felt extremely warm inside and the squeezing pressure of her vagina was as strong as one would expect from a trained swordswoman. ¡°O-ow! That¡­that hurts! My crotch is tearing apart!¡± Her tear-blurred vision saw Vloodvane¡¯s thick rod thrusting into and pulling out of her crotch. When it reappeared while tugging at her inner flesh, she saw it was wet with both love juices and fresh blood. There was no denying her virginity had been taken. ¡°Hee hee hee. Isn¡¯t that great, Millia? Now you are a woman and we are like sisters. Let¡¯s serve Master Vloodvane together, okay?¡± Glinda announced that from behind Millia and she also reached out to toy with the girl¡¯s breasts. Millia had been trained as a swordfighter from a very young age, so she may have developed a tolerance for pain. The pain of being deflowered quickly faded and only pleasure raced around her body. ¡°Ahhn¡­¡± ¡°Hee hee. Oh, Millia. This is your first time, but you¡¯re already enjoying it that much?¡± Millia could not deny Glinda¡¯s mockery. While she did not agree with the word ¡°enjoy¡±, she did feel pleasure. Glinda fondling her breasts while Vloodvane penetrated her felt unbearably good. Everything she had believed in fell away and nothing but pure pleasure ruled her body. ¡°Aghahhhhh¡­¡± When she finally climaxed, Vloodvane did the same. Semen pumped deep inside her soft flesh like hot magma. Millia felt it filling her while she orgasmed. The heat bursting in the depths of her body filled her with so much fear¡­no, so much pleasure she thought her body would fall apart. And she shouted something at the top of her lungs before passing out. ¡°Ahh¡­Irene!¡± ¡°Hee hee. Dumb girls are so very cute. And this one is especially cute.¡± Glinda looked lovingly down at Millia¡¯s unconscious form like she was a beloved pet. ¡°That¡¯s fine, Glinda, but did you notice that?¡± Vloodvane walked up behind her, stuck his small hands inside the chest of her dress, and grabbed the soft flesh there. ¡°Ahh¡­notice what?¡± ¡°This Millia appears to have someone who acts as a psychological support. Women like that can be very difficult to break. And even when they do break, they are often too mentally unstable to be of any use.¡± ¡°Nhhh~ Then what are you suggesting?¡± Glinda happily let Vloodvane have his way with her. ¡°Well, in cases like this, it is best to break that psychological support along with them. But¡­¡± Glinda smiled when she realized why he was so hesitant. ¡°That is an excellent idea. We use Millia to lure in Irene, Master of the Shooting Star Flower. Then we can make a Master Swordswoman into your pawn. Do that and I am sure Millia will gladly cooperate. Also, taking Irene means taking the village of Beatrice where she teaches the Shooting Flower. That makes her even more valuable than two birds with one stone.¡± ¡°I have another pressing matter to attend to, so I leave this in your hands, Glinda.¡± ¡°Ahhn¡­y-yes, there!¡± One of Vloodvane¡¯s hands had descended to Glinda¡¯s crotch. She began writhing with pleasure in no time. Her master knew her every weak point. ¡°Are you sure you can handle this? Irene of Beatrice is known as a Sword Dancer and she has earned the title of Master Swordswoman at a very young age. Do not let your guard down.¡± ¡°I won¡¯t. When I deliver that Master Swordswoman to you, she will gladly spread her legs for you, so that is something you can look forward to. ¡­By the way, Master Vloodvane, I am more than ready.¡± Glinda grabbed his small teasing hands to stop them and turned her damp eyes toward him. ¡°Ready for what?¡± The look in her eyes contained such raw sex appeal that most men would have immediately given in to their desire, but Vloodvane gave her a look of boyish innocence and asked her to clarify. ¡°¡­Won¡¯t you put it in me?¡± Even she was embarrassed, so she blushed a little and spoke quietly. ¡°Heh heh. You¡¯re in no position to tease Millia about anything, Glinda.¡± He stuck his little finger inside her soaked vagina. ¡°Ahn, I-I am your bitch, Master Vloodvane, so p-please give your faithful bitch some love¡­¡± Glinda was not the only woman to offer her body and soul to him and swear to faithfully serve him. There were countless numbers of them: a member of the royal harem, a female general, a woman working in the royal court, a superstar commoner who worked as an actress for a well-known troupe, and many, many more. Glinda knew she was but one of many, but she was also fiercely proud of her position as his #1 student in the art of magic. But because she was always by his side, he had thoroughly trained her body and may have grown tired of her because he had not been having sex with her lately. When she had seen Millia, she had honestly wanted to introduce this skilled female warrior to Vloodvane, but she had also been hoping for a reward. Vloodvane had of course noticed her ulterior motive there. He made sure to tease her good and long before finally thrusting his manly penis inside her. ¡°Ahh¡­yes¡­¡± ¡°I look forward to what you accomplish with Master Swordswoman Irene.¡± ¡°Ahh, I will not disappoint you, so please love me lots tonight.¡± She utterly adored Vloodvane, yet she also had to prepare more and more new women for him. But she had learned to enjoy that contradictory behavior, so she cried out in pleasure and shook her ass like mad. Chapter 3 - Bloodshed Chapter 3 - Bloodshed ¡°Mmm, delicious?¡± Irene, leader of Beatrice and grand master of the Shooting Star Flower, enjoyed a brief moment of bliss. She was devouring her favorite kind of baked sweet. It might seem out of place for someone known as a cross-dressing beauty and a cold swordswoman, but she had a sweet tooth. She could give off the elegant aura of royalty or nobility even when eating the most meager of meals, but her afternoon teatime was an exception. It could be favorably interpreted as a way of consuming the nutrients needed to give her all the energy needed to work as a Master Swordswoman, but when she placed the teacake on her tongue, closed her eyes blissfully, placed a hand on her cheek, and savored the sweet harmony, the melted look on her face was very different from that of the noble Master Swordswoman. There was no way around the fact that she had a sweet tooth. Millia, Beatrice¡¯s #2 and the best student of the Shooting Star Flower who was currently away on a journey, did not dislike sweet things, but she did not understand why Irene was so obsessed with them. After seeing that slack look on Irene¡¯s face after eating an oh-so-sweet sugar cake, she had asked the following to the other girls: ¡°Maybe the only way to get an attack in on Irene is to aim for the instant she eats one of those cakes.¡± The students of the Shooting Star Flower could not imagine their master ever being any more defenseless. Millia had been tempted to try it a few times, but she had not had the courage to interrupt her master¡¯s greatest joy. And she knew getting an attack in like that would feel empty, so she had never actually gone for it. At any rate, this was just about Irene¡¯s only time to relax during her hard work as a swordswoman and the leader of a village. A love of sweet foods, spicy foods, or whatever else did not affect her strength as a swordswoman or her skill as a leader, so she allowed herself this one indulgence. ¡°Hee hee.¡± ¡°What¡¯s so funny, Irene?¡± When she laughed out of the blue, the younger swordswoman accompanying her asked why. ¡°Nothing really. I was just thinking about Millia. When I had tea with her and served these sugar cakes, do you know what she said while shoving one in her mouth all at once?¡± ¡°No¡­¡± ¡°She would say she wanted a whole bucket full of them. Hee hee.¡± ¡°Hee hee. That does sound like her.¡± Irene¡¯s laughter was infectious and the student started as well. ¡°And she complained that they aren¡¯t very filling, so she insisted she wanted a thick and sizzling steak.¡± ¡°Ah ha ha. I can picture it perfectly. That glutton always loved something that would fill her up more than something that tasted good.¡± Irene frowned sadly as she watched her student laughing to the point of tears. ¡°It¡¯s been a month since she left on her journey. I wonder what she¡¯s doing right now and what kingdom she¡¯s working in. If only she would send us a letter.¡± ¡°It¡¯s only been a month. And they do say no news is good news. With her bright and cheerful personality, I bet people will adore her wherever she goes.¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Irene quietly agreed as if trying to convince herself of that. Just then, another student arrived with a letter. ¡°Lady Irene, I have a letter from Millia. Speak of the devil, I suppose.¡± Irene greedily read through the letter from her cute student, but a shadow gradually fell over her beautiful face as she did so. ¡°I-Irene?¡± Surprised by the sudden change in their grand master¡¯s expression, the student swordswoman hesitantly spoke up. Irene said nothing and simply handed over the letter with a tremor in her hand. When the younger swordswoman read through it, she grew pale. The letter said that Millia, student of the Shooting Star Flower, had been abducted by someone named Vloodvane. ¡°I-Irene, does this mean¡­?¡± ¡°Do you recognize the name Vloodvane?¡± Since she had read the letter first, Irene managed to calm her racing pulse while the girl remained flustered. ¡°No¡­wait, yes. Wasn¡¯t Vloodvane a Ralfint court mage a long time ago?¡± ¡°Yes, that is the only Vloodvane I can think of in this kingdom. A hundred twenty or more years ago, he supposedly had an intimate relationship with the queen and princess at the time, there were rumors he was the true father of the crown prince, and that sparked the civil war that has plagued Ralfint ever since. I had heard rumors he had obtained some kind of immortality magic, but it would seem he really is still alive.¡± Irene kicked her chair back and stood up. ¡°I will not rest until I have brought death to all who make a mockery of my students¡¯ strength.¡± Irene, mater of the Shooting Flower School, was enraged, but her voice remained quiet. However, that only added to the intensity hiding below the surface. Her black eyes were usually filled with such kindness, but they were now half lidded, a dark flame blazed within them, and a fierce smile appeared on her red lips. Minor noble families had a powerful sense of camaraderie because they saw everyone around them as sharing the same fate. That tendency was especially strong in Beatrice. There was nothing more frightening than a gentle and earnest person who was finally provoked into a fight. This Vloodvane person might be immortal and he might be a legendary mage, but Irene¡¯s students knew his fate was sealed. Their master had a sweet tooth, but there was nothing sweet about her when she engaged an enemy. Irene left the dining area without so much as a glance at what remained of the sugar cakes. ¡°¡­¡± After Irene silently returned to her room, the first thing she did was roughly throw off all of her clothing. Once naked, she pulled out the beloved sword she kept hidden and she unsheathed it. The silver blade appeared with a refreshing sound. Swords came in double-edged and single-edged varieties. This was a straight, double-edged sword and it was of rare quality. This was evidenced by both the shine of the blade and by the practical yet intricate design of the hilt and the scabbard. It was obvious at a glance this had been made by a master swordsmith. The sword had been made by Jelcrinas, who was known as a master of the modern age. Royalty and nobility sought the swords he made and they rarely went up for sale in the marketplace, but when they did, they were bought for shockingly high prices. For that reason, they were often used as diplomatic gifts between kingdoms. So why did Irene, the head of a minor rural family, have one of his swords? Jelcrinas, the creator of great treasures, was well over 70, yet he was a hopelessly dirty old man and he had gifted this sword to Irene after saying he was stricken by her sword technique and her beauty. Irene well understood that swords were tools of death and sword-fighting techniques were designed to kill. She did not like glorifying such tools, but she could not deny this was an excellent sword. It was named Raiment Render. It had supposedly received the name because a light breeze had blown some silk onto it while it was sitting out and it had sliced the garment in two. Rumor also had it that the silk garment in question had been Jelcrinas¡¯s adult granddaughter¡¯s underwear that the old lecher had stolen. Whatever the truth might be, it was a sharp enough blade to cut at the slightest touch. And with an expert¡¯s technique, its edge could be polished even further. On the battlefield, heavy armor and large weapons did the talking, so it often came down to power rather than skill. However, you could not walk around everywhere with heavy armor and a large weapon. Ralfint in particular was a mountainous kingdom, so that heavy equipment was out of the question. So the use of sturdier but more cumbersome armor had died out and lighter armor had become more common. That made skill much more important. That technique was often referred to as the art of war or martial arts. On the battlefield, it was only natural to use whatever tools would bring victory over the enemy. But as the level of martial arts on the battlefield and the difficulty of learning those arts grew, it was only natural for individual styles to be established. That had led to the creation of more specialized categories like archery, hand-to-hand, magic, and the ninja arts. The Shooting Star Flower was a major school of sword fighting. No one on the continent surpassed Irene in the use of the blade. She was confident of it. After confirming the blade¡¯s shine remained, Irene wordlessly swung it to confirm how it felt and then sheathed it once more. She approached her clothes dresser in the nude, pulled out some dark blue stockings, and put them on her right and then left leg. She put a sleeveless and skintight dark blue bodysuit on her upper body, attached the stockings to the garter belts extending from that, and then put on her dark blue panties. After that, she put on a knee-length pareo with a bold slit on either side to help her move her legs. She wore a leather chest protector over the bodysuit and put on a necklace with a red magic jewel that hung at her chest. She put on long, thin gloves that reached her upper arms and added gauntlets on top of them. After tying a crimson scarf around her hips, she used it to wear Raiment Render and a broad, short stabbing weapon as a side blade. She put on a black cape and finally tied back her long black hair. Now that she was dressed for a journey, Irene was no longer the kind older sister figure for the swordswomen of Beatrice. She was undoubtedly the Sword Dancer who had earned the title of Master Swordswoman and whose skill was worth a fortune. ¡°How many times has Millia cum since last night?¡± When Vloodvane entered the room, he was met by an oppressively strong feminine scent. Millia had her legs forcibly spread, drool dripping from her mouth, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She had a thick dildo in both her vagina and ass. ¡°Let¡¯s see¡­ About ten times, I think.¡± Glinda had been mercilessly moving the dildos shoved inside of Millia and she had beads of sweat across her body, but she counted on her fingers to answer Vloodvane¡¯s question. ¡°You¡¯re as tough as ever when breaking someone, Glinda. Ten times overnight? She really does have the strength of a swordswoman. A normal woman would have passed out long ago. Ahh, ahh. And look all this piss on the floor.¡± ¡°Of course I am tough. This is how I show my love for you, Master Vloodvane.¡± Vloovane showed some sympathy for Millia, but Glinda was only interested in gathering his attention for herself. ¡°Also, it¡¯s crazy how easy it is to make this girl cum. I¡¯m having so much fun because she¡¯s perfect for teasing and training. Here, I will show you what I have accomplished.¡± Glinda whispered in Millia¡¯s ear and the girl must have lost all will to resist. She did as told by kneeling in front of Vloodvane, looking up at him with terror in her eyes, and speaking in a nearly inaudible voice. ¡°¡­Please let me pleasure you with my mouth before you put it in my dirty pussy¡­¡± When Vloodvane pulled his dick out, it was half-flaccid. Millia was a little unsure what to do since she had only seen it in its fully erect form, so Glinda gently prompted her to continue. ¡°Now, take it in your hands and then into your mouth.¡± Millia had the look of a frightened puppy, but she hesitantly reached out her hands, grabbed the base of the half-flaccid thing between them, and reluctantly placed her lips around it. Once inside her mouth, it grew in volume and hardness until it no longer fit. She seemed surprised by the penis¡¯s dramatic change and she started licking it, but Glinda wrinkled her brow more and more as she watched. Finally, the woman grabbed the girl¡¯s golden hair and pulled her away. ¡°What in the world are you doing!? Do you not know how to pleasure a man? What kind of worthless education did you have? ¡­This is how you suck a dick.¡± Glinda kneeled in Millia¡¯s place, carefully wrapped her hands around the shaft, placed her red lips on the balls, and toyed with them. She slowly moved her lips up the shaft, traced her tongue along the ridge at the bottom of the head, and coated the entire thing with her saliva before taking the tip into her mouth. With an obscenely wet sound, she sucked on it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. The intensity of the blowjob made it clear she had wanted to take over from the beginning. While Millia watched in a daze, Glinda finally looked up, released a heated sigh, and spoke to the girl again. ¡°Sigh¡­ That is how you should treat a man¡¯s cock. Now, do it yourself.¡± The erection seemed even larger now that it was glistening with Glinda¡¯s saliva, but Millia had no choice but to move her face toward it again and attempt to reproduce what Glinda had done. ¡°Your actions need to show him your love. Yes, lick it with your entire tongue and not just the tip.¡± While supervising Millia¡¯s blowjob, Glinda reached toward the girl¡¯s butt and placed some fingers on her labia. ¡°Eek!¡± Millia spat the penis out in shock. ¡°You really are an awkward girl, aren¡¯t you? ¡­Oh, I know. You have such wonderful tits, so use those to pleasure it.¡± Glinda embraced Millia from behind, grabbed the girl¡¯s breasts, and had her straighten up while still on her knees. Fearing for her life, Millia had no choice but to grab her own breasts and place Vloodvane¡¯s massive rod between them. She did her best to massage the round flesh in a way that would pleasure Vloodvane. ¡°Hee hee. I¡¯m jealous. Only girls with ridiculously big tits can give titjobs. I couldn¡¯t manage it myself. Now, he will grow bored if that is all you do. Stick out your tongue and lick the tip. You can do that, can¡¯t you?¡± Millia stuck out her tongue as told and licked the precum-leaking tip while continuing the titjob. ¡°Ah.¡± ¡°Hee hee. Did you hear that? He¡¯s enjoying it. Look at Master Vloodvane squirm. Remember that spot because it is a man¡¯s weak point. Now, take the tip into your mouth and suck on it.¡± Millia once more did as she was told by taking the penis head into her small mouth and sucking on it. She of course continued to use her breasts to massage the entire thing. All of a sudden, she felt the penis throbbing between her breasts. ¡°Nhh!¡± It exploded in the back of her throat. This was a new experience for her, so she ended up swallowing the first shot in surprise. So much of the liquid filled her mouth that she started to suffocate and she had no choice but to continue swallowing on reflex. (Ew, I swallowed it. It¡¯s so gross.) Once released, Millia fell on all fours and gagged. ¡°Oh, what a waste.¡± Glinda forced Millia¡¯s face back up and licked all the semen off of it. Then she looked to Vloodvane. That mage claimed to be older than a hundred, but whatever magic had him looking so young must have also returned his semen production to that of a teenage boy. Even after cumming once, he remained hard and erect. Satisfied by the sight, Glinda pushed Millia down and had her stick her butt out. ¡°How about it? Would you like a taste of this as well?¡± Glinda spread Millia¡¯s butt to reveal an anus soaked with love juices and pee. She stuck her middle finger inside and stirred it up. ¡°¡­¡± Millia could not even react at this point. Glinda stuck her other middle finger inside and spread the hole wide. ¡°Look how soft and flexible it is.¡± ¡°Wah, ahh.¡± Millia¡¯s breathing grew heavy as her anus was spread wide and then Vloodvane penetrated it with his thick cock. ¡°Ah, ahh¡­ah, ah.¡± Thanks to Glinda¡¯s work with the dildo, Millia¡¯s anus easily swallowed Vloodvane¡¯s massive member and her healthy body twitched each time he moved in and out of her. ¡°Hee hee. Well, Millia? Does it feel good when Master Vloodvane fucks you in your filthy asshole?¡± ¡°Ah¡­y-yes, i-it does¡­ah, i-it feels good¡­!¡± Millia drooled as she lay on the ground and tried to bear with it. ¡°Hee hee. So you¡¯re finally being honest. Good girl. And a good girl needs to be rewarded. I will give you even more pleasure. With this.¡± Millia looked up to see Glinda had stripped naked at some point and she had an artificial penis growing from her crotch. Realizing what his apprentice intended to do, Vloodvane grabbed the back of Millia¡¯s thighs and picked her up with his penis still in her ass. Millia was held up like a little girl being asked to pee, except she had her anus penetrated. ¡°Pant, pant, ah, pant¡­¡± That position pushed him even deeper inside her, so she took deep breaths and awaited Glinda with her nipples erect and trembling. ¡°Here I come.¡± Glinda placed the tip of her strap-on against Millia¡¯s urine-soaked labia and then pushed it inside. ¡°Ah, ahhh!¡± Tears spilled from Millia¡¯s widened eyes. She now had a biological penis inside her rear hole and a fake one inside her front hole and they rubbed against each other through the thin wall of flesh between. ¡°Ahh¡­yes, incredible¡­ahh, Master Vloodvane, Lady Glinda¡­it¡¯s too good!¡± The sexual pleasure was so great that Millia had to clench her teeth to bear with it, but she could not keep her mouth shut as moans escaped the back of her throat and drool dripped out. ¡°Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh!!¡± Vloodvane suddenly ejaculated inside her ass. She could feel the warm liquid being pumped inside her. That was a sensation she had not felt with the dildos from before, so it surprised her enough that she finally climaxed again. A warm liquid flowed down the witch and mage¡¯s lower bodies. ¡°Oh, dear. Millia, you just came again, didn¡¯t you? That makes 11 times. Oh, and you wet yourself again too.¡± ¡°Pant, pant, pant¡­¡± Millia¡¯s arms and legs were convulsing while a completely broken expression appeared on her face, so Glinda lovingly embraced her, lewdly stuck out her tongue, and licked all over the girl¡¯s face. ¡°Hee hee. You¡¯re so cute. So, so cute. I¡¯ve never seen a more adorable girl.¡± ¡°Hand over all your money if you want to live.¡± The gentle farm fields eventually transformed into a thick forest with no sign of human life. The Ralfint Kingdom was known as one of the least safe on the continent, so the people you met on a path like this tended to be of the unsavory sort. After leaving on a journey to rescue her student, Irene ran across the most stereotypical of that unsavory sort: bandits. She was dressed like a swordswoman, but they must have thought they could deal with a woman traveling alone. When traveling alone, a lot of women would dress up as warriors to scare potential attackers away. For example, if someone was dressed like Millia, people would assume they had some combat training, even if they were not particularly skilled. And while Irene¡¯s dark black eyes did give her a determined look, she could seem too beautiful and graceful to be a warrior. There was reason to suspect she might be some ordinary lady simply dressed up as a swordswoman. She did not look like a seasoned warrior, so it looked more like a cheap disguise. And in fact, viewing Irene as no more than an unrefined swordswoman would not end well for you either. If she put on a nice dress, the look in her eyes and the smile on her lips would be enough to ¡°slay¡± five or even ten men. ¡°Bandits?¡± Irene remained calm even with six large men surrounding her. Her silky black hair just about blew into her eyes, so she brushed it back without thinking. That casual motion carried the grace and beauty of a refined lady, but it was also faintly seductive. Even if she wore men¡¯s clothing and even if she was a seasoned warrior, Irene was still a woman. And that went beyond her beautiful appearance. She gave off a unique aura. Her beauty must have inspired some lust in the bandits because one of them tacked on another condition. ¡°And while you¡¯re here, let¡¯s have a bit of fun together.¡± He showed off his crooked teeth with a vulgar smile. Then the rest of them started laughing. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, girly? Say something already.¡± ¡°Too scared to talk?¡± Something about Irene¡¯s calm behavior felt off to the bandits. She was too brave for their liking. Normally, someone in her position would cower in fear, cry, try to run away, or beg for mercy. They would never maintain such an unconcerned expression. Where did that confidence come from? ¡°You are an eyesore. Leave.¡± When Irene gave that blunt and icy response, the bandits briefly looked like they had swallowed some vinegar, but then their faces grew red. ¡°Sounds like we need to show this bitch what happens when someone talks back to us.¡± The eyepatch man who appeared to be their leader gave an angry threat and then raised his scimitar. A moment later, Irene had sliced his head down the middle without any of them even seeing her draw the blade. ¡°Wah!¡± The human skull was extremely hard, so this would not normally be possible. Irene said nothing at all as she held out the bloody sword to threaten the others. She was not a cruel and brutal person. However, she was not a kind enough person to respect the rights and lives of people who treated other people¡¯s rights and lives like garbage. After seeing that extraordinary skill and seeing their boss dead, the other bandits scattered in a panic. Irene left without even glancing back at them. Irene continued her journey without a second thought about the bandits. She visited different inns while showing off a sketch of Millia and describing the girl to gather information. Eventually, she found someone who claimed to have seen the girl. When she visited the location she was given, she found a sudden clearing in the middle of the forest. The hunter who had led her here had vanished all of a sudden. She easily picked up on the tense killer intent coming from the twilight forest. ¡°I had a feeling this was a trap.¡± She smiled bitterly. As the saying said, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She had come here knowing it was a trap. She was confident she could break out of most any trap. ¡°The Night Crows, hm?¡± There were two types of groups commonly known as ninjas. The first type worked for a master like the Sabrina Kingdom¡¯s ninjas who were led by Karura. The second type worked as freelance mercenaries like these Night Crows and made temporary contracts with kingdoms or organizations. This kind could be even more skilled than the ninjas who directly served a specific kingdom. As their name suggested, the Night Crows excelled at night battles. Irene could sense around 20 people hiding in the forest around her. Her white skin and bright eyes stood out even at night. ¡°¡­!¡± They did not even wait for her to raise her sword before they threw sand at her from all four directions. She was blinded, but she sensed something flying toward her and swung her sword. Something wrapped around the blade. It was a kusarigama. Another one came from the opposite direction, so she quickly drew her short sword to deal with it. She could no longer use either of her swords and nets were thrown at her from three different directions overhead. Once trapped by the triple nets, ten bows launched one and then another arrow at her. ¡°Okay!¡± The mid-ranking ninja was satisfied. Ninja organizations were generally split into three ranks: high, middle, and low. The high-ranking members were the leaders, the mid-ranking ones were the mission commanders, and the low-ranking ones were the foot soldiers. This mid-ranking ninja commanding this mission was a 30-year veteran, so he had put together a watertight plan and it had been executed flawlessly. He had been ordered to capture the woman, but he had never been told to leave her unharmed. A few minor injuries could be dealt with using healing magic, so she would just have to bear with the pain. This might seem excessive for capturing a single woman, but a lion would not hold back when hunting a single lamb. Plus, this opponent was no lamb. This woman was known as a Master Swordswoman for a reason. Ninjas were not chivalrous enough to challenge someone in their field of expertise. After accepting this job, he had carefully planned out what to do. And he was overjoyed that it had worked. However, he did not have long to bask in the joy of success. ¡°¡­!¡± He was dumbfounded by what he saw. It felt like seeing a ghost. Someone burst out from amid the concentrated barrage of arrows. Irene was completely unscathed. The blinding sand, the kusarigama, the nets, and the arrows had all failed to stop her. After entering the forest, she skillfully jabbed her sword to the left, stabbed to the right, and slashed straight ahead to slay three people one after another. And these were not your ordinary people. Those powerful men had been trained as ninjas from a very early age, so combat permeated them to their bones. (What? How could this happen?) The commanding ninja doubted his eyes, but he also grew pale in a way very unlike a killing machine. They could not win. They could not defeat this woman. The intuition he had built up over many long years on the job told him what was happening, so he grew too fearful to react immediately. He now knew just how frightening a Master Swordswoman could be. His tongue was frozen and his brain had stopped. ¡°Everyone retreat.¡± His inability to give that command sooner was his fatal mistake. Irene did not overlook the pause created by her enemy¡¯s surprise. She moved quickly toward them. Close-quarters combat was Irene¡¯s specialty. No matter what techniques you trained in, you could not grow a third arm or sprout a tail at will, so no matter the difference in strength, a single person could only fight three people at once. But Irene ran around swiftly, wove feints into her movements, and created distinct one-on-one battles from moment to moment. And in a one-on-one sword battle, no one could hope to stand up to her. Her opponents were cut down in the blink of an eye. She shifted from one mini-battle to another to whittle down the ninjas one by one. Her fighting style was as elegant as a performative dance of blades, but there was no mercy in her movements. She always went for the kill. Her blades flashed again and again as she slayed her foes like she was harvesting fruits and vegetables. Blood sprayed all around her. She was most beautiful when in the midst of battle. The flash of her blades was her decoration and the blood of her enemies her makeup while performing this dance of blades. This was why she was known as the Sword Dancer and not just a beautiful woman. She was as dangerous and beautiful as a finely honed sword. Everyone opposing her ¨C without exception ¨C felt a tremor in their body. They were so charmed by that beautiful grim reaper that they felt like they were actively offering their soul to her scythe. That human embodiment of death swung her weapons every which way to jab, slice, and cut down all who stood before her. The smell of blood was so strong the nose grew numb to it. While soaked with her foe¡¯s blood, Irene sent out a powerful slash that the mid-ranking ninja just barely managed to block over his head with a short sword. His ability to react so quickly showed why he was commander, but he himself was impressed he had managed to do it. He was certain he could not do it again. Luck had played a big role there. But he was not given time to thank the goddess of luck. Irene¡¯s attack sliced right on through his cross-shaped steel sword. His eyes widened as he saw the sword continue down past the bisected short sword. And then it bisected him from head to crotch. Irene had cut down 20 experienced ninjas all on her own. ¡°¡­¡± But she did not return her bloody sword to its scabbard. ¡°Now that was impressive. They say every rose has its thorns and you definitely embody that tired old saying.¡± Irene¡¯s silent prompting was answered by a tall man who stepped out while smiling and applauding. Irene was tall for a woman, but he was at least a head taller than her. He had a manly face, skin tanned a reddish brown, and a nicely proportioned and muscular build. He looked like a silly man who never stopped smiling, but Irene could tell at a glance that was only camouflage. ¡°I do not believe we have met. My name is Lavancio. It is a pleasure to meet you.¡± ¡°Lavancio the Heretic Radiant Swordsman. I have heard your name. I had heard you were set to inherit a school of sword fighting¡­but you strayed.¡± Irene¡¯s voice was soft and delicate, but her tone was harsh and threatening. Lavancio had been a child prodigy of a Radiant Swordsman and quickly made a name for himself as a genius swordfighter. But just as so many skilled swordsmen grew stubborn and insolent as they progressed down the path of the blade, his behavior had become a problem and he had been stripped of his title of Radiant Swordsman. Irene¡¯s clothes were plastered to her skin with blood, so her splendid proportions showed through, creating an incredibly sensual image. Lavancio leered at the lines from Irene¡¯s chest down to her hips while he spoke to her with a grin. ¡°When you get down to it, sword fighting is about killing people, so personality doesn¡¯t seem that important to me. That stubborn old man refused to see it that way, but you understand what I mean, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°No, I do not.¡± ¡°That¡¯s too bad.¡± Lavancio responded with laughter in his voice. The very next moment, he reached for the hilt of the vermilion sword at his hip, drew it with blinding speed, and attacked the swordswoman. His steel sword shined with a bluish-white light because it was a Radiant Swordsman¡¯s specialty: a Sorcerer¡¯s Sword. Irene raised her bloody sword to meet him. The two swords flew like dragons and sparks scattered as they clashed. Irene had only managed to block his attack because her sword was Raiment Render. He would have sliced right through a normal sword. There were two types of skilled swordfighters: those who were proud of their strength and were always looking for more battles to win and those who would prefer to never use their sword if possible. Lavancio was the former and Irene the latter. However, Irene was not a complete pacifist. She was made of stern enough stuff to wield her blade when it was necessary. But ideology aside, a Radiant Swordsman was clashing with a Shooting Star Flower master. Any lover of sword fighting would have dreamed of such a confrontation and here it was happening in the forest at night. It was such a shame that they only had the owls for spectators. However, their battle came to a surprisingly swift end. Since the Radiant Swordsman¡¯s Sorcerer¡¯s Sword had not worked, it came down to simple sword technique. That gave the Shooting Star Flower master an edge. After seven or eight exchanges, Irene raised both her swords, caught her opponent¡¯s sword between them, and threw it high in the sky. Lavancio tried to quickly draw the other sword at his hip, but the toes of Irene¡¯s left foot caught him right in the crotch. There was an audible crunching sound. Or at least Lavancio thought he heard one. A fellow man never could have thrown such a merciless kick there. After Irene pulled back her foot, the man briefly stood there with a pathetic look on his face and his legs turned inwards, but then his face went blank before he foamed at the mouth and collapsed. ¡°Ugh¡­kill me!¡± ¡°Oh, I will.¡± Irene stated that without a smile and placed the tip of her sword against his throat. ¡°But first, answer me this: where are Millia and Vloodvane?¡± ¡°Heh heh¡­ Do you really think I¡¯ll tell you that?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. But the answer will determine whether your death is painless or very painful indeed.¡± She lightly swung her sword to the side, splitting the surface layer of his skin. Blood oozed out from his throat. ¡°Heh. Fine then. I did lose to you and the winner has the right to claim everything. I will tell you what I know.¡± Lavancio was sweating heavily as he shut his eyes and spoke. ¡°Go to Carell. There you will find Vloodvane and the person you seek.¡± ¡°Is that so? Thank you.¡± Irene smiled and then sank her blade into his throat. ¡°You are Lady Irene, I assume.¡± Once Irene arrived in the Carell region, she found an old man blocking her path. He held a short spear in each hand, wore a metal helmet and metal armor, had a face and build more impressive than his gray beard would have suggested, and gave off a dignified presence. He was very old, but he had the fortitude to endure a blizzard and a thoroughly trained manliness. He looked like a god of war from the legends. Anyone would know at a glance who he was. He had remained a soldier to his advanced age, so he had countless tales of valor. Plus, not many warriors dual-wielded spears. Irene knew he had to be General Daist who was known as a peerless warrior for the king¡¯s side of the civil war. He had worked his way up from a simple infantryman and he was not all that skilled a strategist or tactician, but no one else in the kingdom could match his reckless courage. In other words, he was a living success story who had worked his way up to general by riding the cascade of blood he himself had created. Why had someone like this shown up on Vloodvane¡¯s behalf? He should not have been participating in this vulgar conflict between Vloodvane¡¯s shadow army and Irene¡¯s Shooting Flower school. It was like an adult joining in a fight between children. ¡°Come to think of it, Carell is one of the regions you control, isn¡¯t it? But why are you working for that scum, old man?¡± ¡°I have my reasons.¡± He apparently was not the type to explain what those reasons were. And Irene had been prepared for whatever might be waiting for her here. ¡°Let us begin.¡± General Daist kicked off the ground. ¡°Very well.¡± As soon as she responded, Irene shot forward with the intensity of a gale. General Daist¡¯s spear tips tore diagonally though Irene¡¯s cape and her blade produced sparks when it hit his helmet. They fought with neither of them backing off. When he raised both spears and left himself exposed, she sent a kick to his gut. That knocked him off balance, but he swung his left spear to keep her away and immediately made a jab with the other spear. She leaned back to dodge it, but he had regained his balance by then. ¡°I can see why you were given the title of Master Swordswoman at such a young age. You have a decent handling of a blade.¡± ¡°And I am glad I could see what people call your divine skill.¡± After a short but fierce exchange, they both assessed each other¡¯s skill level. And from there, they both took this more seriously. Their weapons flashed like lightning and roared like thunder. The old tiger and the young lioness fought with the intensity of a great wave crashing against the rocks or two bolts of lightning intersecting. With Irene¡¯s skill and Raiment Render, she could slice right through the average helmet, but armor was made for use on the battlefield and it was made by forging together sheets of metal. Plus, the armor worn by someone on General Daist¡¯s level was not going to be average. She needed to aim for the gaps in the armor to win, but he would not let her do that and caught her attacks on the armor itself. Irene got a few kicks at his gut and head, but he was tough and she could not get in a finishing blow. He had not fought on the battlefield for over half a century for nothing. Blood burst from his mouth, but his body maintained its strength. Irene felt like her stamina was going to run out first as she kept up the attack. But General Daist was an old man. He probably could have defeated Irene¡¯s sword technique by brute force had he been 20 years younger, but as things were, he could not keep up with her speed. Their audience must have been unable to continue watching Irene¡¯s unilateral attacks. ¡°Thank you, grandfather, but that is enough.¡± Irene and General Daist backed away from each other when a female voice suddenly spoke to the old man. Then a witch in a black dress appeared using teleportation magic. ¡°Are you sure?¡± asked General Daist. ¡°Yes. If we lose you here, Master Vloodvane would be very displeased with me.¡± ¡°I see. Then Sir Vloodvane will assist me as promised?¡± ¡°Yes, I will take full responsibility in that matter.¡± ¡°Very good.¡± General Daist nodded and bowed toward Irene before mounting a warhorse and riding away. He was known as a recklessly brave person, but he must have softened in his old age. Irene guessed he was trying to use Vloodvane¡¯s power to unite Ralfint and bring peace back to the kingdom. A great many people with a great many plans were intertwined here. ¡°Now, then.¡± After watching General Daist leave, Glinda turned back toward Irene. ¡°I am honestly shocked you could drive back General Daist.¡± ¡°¡­¡± To an amateur, Irene¡¯s single combat with General Daist would have looked like her overwhelming victory, but she had feared she would run out of stamina first if it had continued much longer. Irene looked down on this intruder for overlooking that. ¡°Okay, you can come out now, Millia.¡± Whether she knew what Irene was thinking or not, Glinda calmly brushed back her silver hair and called out a name. A naked girl walked up in response. ¡°Millia!?¡± ¡°¡­Irene.¡± The girl was completely naked except for a collar around her neck and she was doing her best to cover her crotch with her hands. Millia had been a healthy girl known for her bright and carefree smile, but there was no sign of that anymore. She only looked fearful and nervous. ¡°Hee hee. What an emotional reunion.¡± Glinda seemed satisfied by Irene¡¯s confusion and Millia¡¯s shame. She happily pulled the naked girl toward her and forcibly removed the hands covering the girl¡¯s crotch. Millia squirmed in embarrassment when her master saw her glistening labia, but Irene did not understand at first. She gasped when she saw Glinda reach her fingers into the slit and slowly pull out a large shape. An abnormally large dildo appeared from the crotch of that girl with such a childish face. ¡°Hee hee. I look forward to seeing you show your precious Irene what you learned in your training. I doubt that woman has ever had anything this large inside her, so that is one way that the student has surpassed her master. Or is she the type that keeps a cool face while secretly getting plowed on a nightly basis? I do hear the pretentious types tend to be incredible in bed.¡± Glinda gave a suggestive sneer. ¡°Shut your filthy mouth, you rat!¡± This scene was enough to know just how horribly Millia had been treated. Irene snapped at the woman in a rage. The swordswoman¡¯s intensity caused the witch to flinch a bit. ¡°I would really prefer a more clever method, but you leave me no choice.¡± Glinda made a show of pressing a knife against Millia¡¯s throat. ¡°Now, if you care at all about your beloved student¡¯s life, then set down your swords.¡± Glinda¡¯s threat did not stop Irene. When people were truly angry, they did not run. They walked calmly. Irene was not sentimental enough to give in to such a hackneyed threat. At the moment, she was a bloodthirsty warrior. ¡°You seem mistaken about something. I am the one with the upper hand here. I will remove that head of yours one way or another. But if you harm Millia any further, I will make sure you regret it using every form of pain this world offers.¡± The look in Irene¡¯s eyes was enough to know she intended to make good on that threat. Even Glinda felt fear. And the realization that she was afraid put her in a bad mood. Glinda shrugged, removed the knife from Millia¡¯s throat, and looked Irene straight in the eye until formless sparks flew. ¡°Hee hee.¡± Glinda laughed without warning. ¡°I just had a great idea. A battle between of the Shooting Star Flower¡¯s master and greatest student would make for quite a show, don¡¯t you think?¡± ¡°¡­?¡± Irene and Millia looked puzzled, so Glinda gave them a suggestive look. ¡°But it wouldn¡¯t be any fun if you threw the fight.¡± The knife vanished from Glinda¡¯s hand and a large double-edged sword appeared in its place. ¡°Millia, use this sword.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Millia was never going to turn a real sword against Irene and there was bound to be more to this sword than met the eye, so she shook her head to show her defiance. ¡°Come on, take this sword and fight Irene.¡± When Glinda smiled and insisted, Millia sensed the anger barely hidden below the smile and grew afraid. She could not bring herself to so blatantly disobey Glinda after the cruel training from before. She reluctantly took the sword, but the instant it was in her hand, her back straightened up and her eyes focused forward. All of the hesitation had vanished from her expression, like the previous reluctance had never existed. Irene narrowed her eyes. ¡°What did you do to her?¡± ¡°That is what you might call a magic sword. It erases its wielder¡¯s emotions so they can focus on killing. It¡¯s a simple little spell I thought up to create makeshift assassins, but I just found this alternate use for it. Oh ho ho ho.¡± ¡°You really are scum.¡± Irene spat out the words just as Millia approached with the large sword. Irene had no choice but to block. Sparks flew from their swords and they circled around each other as they fought. Millia¡¯s emotions were erased by the magic sword, but she fought the same as she did when in top form. Irene and Millia had fought evenly in training, but Irene was far stronger in actual combat. Irene would not hesitate to cut down her opponent, but Millia was not coldhearted enough. That difference in resolve would have determined the outcome. However, even Irene would hesitate before cutting down her own student and that dulled her movements, but Millia attacked with no hesitation whatsoever. They jabbed forward, swept backwards, slashed to the left, and struck to the right. Each attack was like the flash of a shooting star or the sparkle of a rainbow, but even after 80 exchanges, no winner had emerged. ¡°¡­!¡± Suddenly, Irene made an error in her footwork. She had only just fought a life-or-death battle against General Daist and that must have affected her legs more than she had realized. Millia did not overlook the opening and swept the magic sword toward Irene¡¯s legs. Just before the sword hit, Irene seemed to fly up into the sky and then her long sword was descending from above Millia¡¯s head. Millia could not fully react to that fantastical sword technique. She did well to even raise her sword in time. But her stance was all wrong and Irene took advantage of that to knee her right in the gut. ¡°Geh!¡± With a wordless groan, Millia doubled over and sank to the ground. It was hardly surprising Millia had failed to react. The Shooting Star Flower had a technique that was only passed down to the master of each generation: Shimmer Blade. That was what Irene had just used. It was a dangerous technique that could easily have killed Millia, but Irene had rationally concluded that Millia would be able to dodge it. Irene snatched away the magic sword controlling Millia and tossed it toward Glinda who was casually watching it all play out. It happened so suddenly that Glinda could not move out of the way and the sword grazed her left cheek as it flew past. Fresh blood squirted from her snow-white cheek. She touched a hand to her cheek to check and then her face twisted in rage. ¡°How dare you harm my face.¡± She must have used healing magic because the wound on her cheek visibly closed up. But the magic could not heal her anger, so her curved eyebrows twisted around. However, Irene was not going to be outdone when it came to anger. ¡°Millia may never fully recover from the psychological scars of what you scum did to her. You will pay for that with your life.¡± The swordswoman in black and the witch in black gave into their fury as they confronted each other. ¡°I will tear you to pieces!¡± Glinda was the first to get started. She held out her right hand and began some kind of incantation under her breath. Irene raced forward to stop her. Something gathered around Glinda. It was a swarm of venomous snakes. The snakes opened their maws to expose sharp fangs while launching themselves toward Irene from every direction like arrows loosed from bows. ¡°I hope you are ready to die from venomous snake bites to the womb.¡± Glinda smirked, but Irene rotated her sword like a windmill and lopped off more and more of the snake¡¯s heads, killing them. All the while, Irene¡¯s feet never came to a stop. ¡°¡­¡± Once Irene arrived directly in front of Glinda, the witch did not have time to recite the incantation for more magic. Glinda jumped back to avoid the flash of the swung blade, but she did not fully avoid it. Blood erupted from her upper arm. At the same time, Irene¡¯s second sword sliced horizontally across Glinda¡¯s stomach. ¡°Gh.¡± Glinda¡¯s intestines spilled out and she had to catch them in her arms. But she was a witch. True to her position as the top student of an immortal mage, the wound in her stomach was fully healed a moment later. But Irene used that opening to kick up her leg and score a clean hit on Glinda¡¯s slender jaw. Glinda flew in a perfect backflip and landed face up on the ground. She was suffering from a light concussion, but Irene swung her left foot down into the witch¡¯s stomach. ¡°Gweh.¡± Glinda groaned as her body arched up before falling back down. That ended the women¡¯s single combat between witch and swordswoman. ¡°I only have one question for you: where is that bastard Vloodvane?¡± ¡°Why would I ever tell you that!?¡± ¡°I see¡­¡± Irene said nothing more as she placed her weight on her foot. She pressed down on the groin as if trying to break the pubic bone below her foot. In what may have been the cruelty a woman only showed to another woman, there was no hint of mercy in Irene¡¯s eyes. No, Irene was the type to be equally merciless to either sex if they made themselves her enemy. ¡°E-eek¡­¡± Glinda was a sadist, but she must have never received a taste of her own medicine before. The icy beauty of her face twisted as the fear of death and pressure on her bladder made her piss herself. Irene looked down on her with scornful eyes and prepared to swing down her sword for the finishing blow, but a magic bullet flew her way. She jumped back and sliced the magic bullet in two. ¡°Who did that!?¡± Chapter 4 - Thunder Chapter 4 - Thunder ¡°I would rather you did not kill Glinda. I care for my student just like you do yours.¡± Some storm clouds had appeared in the sky. The sky was dark, the clouds were low, lightning flashed within the clouds, and thunder rumbled both near and far. It was midday, but the world grew dark as night with the occasional flash of lightning to light things up. The lightning illuminated Irene. Her hair blew violently in the powerful wind. With long straight black hair, angular eyes carrying a refreshing shine, an elegant bridge of the nose, and youthful lips, she had a very feminine silhouette for such a well-trained body. The composed and beautiful swordswoman seemed to carry herself in a graceful and soft way, but there was a coldness hidden there. She gave off an aura similar to moonlight. She faced a small figure wearing a robe as black as ink. ¡°Knave! Who are you? Name yourself!¡± She spoke in a graceful, rich, smooth, and dignified voice similar to the ringing of a silver bell. ¡°My name is Vloodvane.¡± Irene narrowed her eyes suspiciously at that boy who looked no older than a teenager, but she did not respond any further. A fierce light glittered in her dark eyes. ¡°Oh? You are the scum named Vloodvane? So we finally meet.¡± She immediately took a fighting stance that resembled icy snow blowing in the wind. The lightning reflected off of her sword¡¯s blade. ¡°You might be a legendary mage, but you must pay for making an enemy of my school.¡± Irene raced toward him like the blowing wind. ¡°Hah!¡± It was a splendid approach, but the boy dodged it by flying gently through the air. They swapped positions. The thunder rumbled. With a sweep of Vloodvane¡¯s arm, a bundle of arrows formed out of light and shot toward Irene one after another. She made three backflips to adroitly avoid them all. Rain began to fall and eventually grew into a proper thunderstorm. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but Vloodvane appeared to be laughing. ¡°What¡¯s so funny?¡± ¡°Oh, I was just looking forward to the moment when a proud woman like you abandons her self-respect, begs for mercy, and ultimately becomes no more than a slut who shakes her own hips to ask for more.¡± ¡°Keep dreaming,¡± spat out Irene while moving in close again. Vloodvane responded with magic. A Master Swordswoman and a legendary immortal mage exchanged attacks in the rain that would surely have killed any lesser fighter. ¡°Pant, pant, pant¡­¡± Irene would attack with her sword and Vloodvane would counterattack with his magic. How many times had that process repeated at this point? Eventually, Irene was soaked by the pouring rain and her shoulders were rising and falling with her breathing. Her clothing had soaked up so much rain and sweat that it clung to her skin and revealed the curves of her body. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? You¡¯re out of breath.¡± ¡°Pant, pant, pant. Nh, I don¡¯t need¡­your sympathy, pant¡­.¡± Irene herself was confused by the change to her body. She had lost her usual edge. No, this went beyond that. Her body was oddly warm. She thought she might have caught a cold from the rain, but that did not seem to be it. She was confused because she did not want to believe what she was feeling. She could not afford to let anything distract her in the middle of a deadly battle. Something like sexual arousal was completely out of the question. ¡°Hahh!¡± Irene raised her voice to focus her mind and drive out the intrusive feelings. She began attacking Vloodvane with movements too quick for the eye to follow. But it was all for naught. She failed to hit Vloodvane and she failed to drive out her body¡¯s unwanted feelings. Her nipples were inexplicably erect below her clothes. With every move she made, they rubbed against the inside of her clothing, which only made them grow harder and throb. She could also tell her panties were wet. She wanted to believe it was only the rain, but the rain would not feel so warm and sticky. ¡°Kh.¡± She stopped attacking for a moment and observed the mage¡¯s movements instead. She refused to accept that the changes to her body were caused by sexual arousal, so she decided it had to be some kind of sorcery Vloodvane had cast on her. However, she could see no signs of him using magic. ¡°Hee hee. Looks like you¡¯ve finally noticed.¡± ¡°¡­What did you do?¡± Irene kept her voice low as she questioned Vloodvane. ¡°It¡¯s nothing fancy. More a kind of sleight of hand than proper magic. I knew none of my magic could hit a warrior as skilled as you, so I went with a second-rate sort of trick.¡± Irene frowned at his answer. ¡°You are familiar with magical lifeforms, I assume? One of those is known as slime. I hid some of that in the rain to get it on your body.¡± ¡°What!?¡± Dumbfounded, she looked down at her body. ¡°But it¡¯s transparent and you¡¯re soaked with rain, so I doubt you can notice anything with the naked eye.¡± ¡°Kh.¡± She had not noticed because of the rain, but she could tell what had happened now that he had been given the answer. There was indeed an overly sticky feeling in her clothes. Once she noticed it, she could feel the slime¡¯s rhythmic crawling movement caressing her entire body. The slime was spread thin to crawl across her thighs, breasts, butt, stomach, and everywhere else below her clothes. Worse, it was starting to enter her body through her labia and anus. The indescribable feeling made her hair stand on end. She wanted to call him underhanded, but she swallowed the words. Underhanded methods were how you achieve victory in this age of war. Anything she said would only be the complaints of a sore loser. She had to win by any means necessary and survive this. ¡°I created that slime with my magic. Feels pretty good, doesn¡¯t it? No human can provide quite the same stimulation, so a lot of women keep one at home for their own enjoyment.¡± Magical lifeforms never grew tired. They simply repeated the simple action they had been commanded to. In this case, that meant groping Irene¡¯s body. Irene rubbed at her body like mad in an attempt to peel the slime from her, but her fingers only slid smoothly across her skin. ¡°It is no use. There are only two ways to kill a slime: burn it with fire, or remove it with magic.¡± Irene stopped moving when she heard Vloodvane¡¯s explanation. ¡°Seyahhhh!¡± She raised her voice without warning, opened her angled eyes desperately wide, rushed toward him, and made a horizontal slash with lightning speed. When she saw him dodge that, she kept the attacks coming without even pausing to breathe. Her situation was not going to get any better. In the very near future, her body would succumb to the slime¡¯s attack and she would be rendered motionless. So she had to defeat him while she still could. Irene used all of the Shooting Star Flower¡¯s hidden and secret techniques for a rapid series of attacks that entered an almost divine realm. The tip of her sword caught Vloodvane several times, but never enough to be fatal. In fact, she was the one in trouble here. Every time she used a major technique and each time she took a large step, she ended up spreading her legs. The sticky creature did not overlook that opening and invaded further into her vagina. ¡°Hnn!¡± She pulled off one of the Shooting Star Flower¡¯s ultimate techniques: the Comet Drop. Raiment Render sank deep into Vloodvane¡¯s left shoulder. Her rush of attacks ended there. She kept her sword at the ready and her eyes on the enemy, but her legs were turned inward like she really had to pee. It was not that she had simply stopped moving. She could no longer move. ¡°That was an impressive onslaught. I would have been killed if not for the whole immortality thing.¡± ¡°¡­!¡± Her blade had definitely sliced through his heart, yet he seemed perfectly fine. In fact, a single stroke of the wound and it vanished altogether. Irene felt fear for the first time in the battle. A stiff scream escaped from deep in her throat. She felt despair even more strongly than the rubbing of the slime on her body. All the jumping around she had done for her attacks had allowed the slime into the most important part of her female body. The wriggling movement in there was nearly impossible to bear. The slime had started out cold from the rain, but it had been warmed by her body heat. And it was keeping her body warm at the same time. Irene did not masturbate often. She did have a libido, but she generally sealed it away through sheer force of will. When it was too much for that, she usually distracted herself with training. Those efforts had made her a Master Swordswoman at a very young age. But that restraint had become a weakness here. The slime¡¯s stickiness clung tightly to her skin. It got into every wrinkle and fold of flesh and continued its unique rhythmic wriggling. ¡°Kh, khhhhhh¡­¡± The tip of her sword trembled and that tremor soon spread to the rest of her body. ¡°Oh? You seem to be enjoying the slime very much indeed. But I am impressed you can keep such focus in your eyes and a sword in your hands while the slime crawls across your entire body. A normal woman could never manage that.¡± Irene desperately resisted the approaching orgasm, but the slime did not seem bothered at all as it continued to torment her body. She could not stop the trembling of her sword, arms, shoulders, and knees and she crouched down a bit like she had to pee. Vloodvane slowly walked over to her and snatched away the sword she held. Her knees gave out at the same moment. Or it looked like they would. Just before then, her right leg flew toward the back of Vloodvane¡¯s head. She knew she had him. Or she wanted to believe she did. In all her martial arts experience, no one had ever dodged a kick thrown with this timing. However, that perfect kick did not have the speed she had expected, so he easily stopped it with a hand. He lifted her almost artistically beautiful leg overhead and looked to its base. ¡°Yes, yes. A splendid view.¡± Past the dark blue stockings and garter belts plastered to her white thigh, he saw her dark blue panties. She had chosen that color of underwear for the journey for the practical reason that stains would not be noticeable, but its contrast with her white skin accentuated the skin¡¯s sensuality. ¡°Kh.¡± Spreading her legs that wide did not hurt her because she was flexible, but the enemy¡¯s eyes on her crotch brought psychological pain. Plus, this pose spread her labia, allowing the slime easier access to that sensitive area. An indescribable feeling washed across her body, her supporting leg trembled, and Vloodvane lightly swept it out from under her. ¡°Ahn!¡± Unable to catch herself, she collapsed pathetically to the ground. ¡°Your sword technique can slice through steel, but it would seem a slime was beyond your skill level.¡± Vloodvane smiled softly while climbing on top of her. She resisted, but he had her pinned down before long. He held her hands to the ground and her wrists strained in protest. He twisted them upwards and it felt like the bone would crack. ¡°Ah!¡± She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back to bear with the pain. ¡°Just stay where you are and I will fill you with pleasure.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Still clenching her teeth, she glared at the mage like some kind of demon. His tone was soft, but he had essentially announced he was going to rape her. The mage kissed the resisting lioness he was forcibly pinning down. ¡°Nh¡­!¡± Irene¡¯s eyes widened in surprise and Vloodvane persistently kept up the kiss. He sucked at her lips and licked along the edges. After pinning both her wrists with a single hand, he lowered the other small hand to skillfully slip it below her chest armor and began groping her breasts over the clothing. ¡°Wh-what do you think you¡¯re doing!? Stop tha-¡­¡± Irene started to protest, but he pressed his lips harder against hers to silence her. Her resistance was in vain thanks to his great strength. He kept working her mouth further open, forcibly found her tongue with his, licked all through her mouth, sucked up her saliva, and made her drink his. Irene was known as a sword made flesh and she had never known defeat or humiliation. Such a proud woman could never bear being violated in such a vulgar manner. Some women like her might even take their own life afterwards. But that would be meaningless. Men and women interacted based on a set of rules different from sword fighting. No matter what Irene might think of Vloodvane, she would eventually succumb if he tormented her day in and day out. He would keep at it until he broke her will and she offered her body and soul to him. This first step was crucial if he was going to do that. He had to thoroughly violate her so she succumbed more quickly. Once he began massaging her breasts, heated breaths started leaving her mouth. Not even she knew whether that was due to asphyxiation or sexual arousal. Irene¡¯s leather chest armor doubled as a bra, so if you slipped your hand below that, you would be able to feel the nipples through the thin cloth below. The chest of her thin clothing grew wrinkled from his groping. He pressed a finger against her nipples and rolled them around in a circle. The sensitive nipples responded by growing hard enough to see through her clothing. Vloodvane¡¯s hands crawled along her entire body. He felt the smooth but muscular sensation of her well-trained body. He brought a hand around to her butt, rubbed that, and slipped a finger into the crack. He also slipped a hand under her pareo, enjoyed the gentle sensation of her thighs, and then moved his hand up to her crotch. ¡°¡­!¡± He initially rubbed his hand in a gentle circle around her feminine lips through the panties, but he eventually started rubbing up and down the slit and made sure to stimulate the clitoris and inner labia as well. With her legs and vulva spread, her legs trembled in vain. Vloodvane suddenly let go, stopped kissing her, and raised his head. ¡°That calmed you down a fair bit.¡± The crawling sensation of the slime had vanished at some point. He had likely removed it with his magic, but that did not mean Irene could manage anything now. She was only a swordswoman. She was a martial artist who specialized in the sword. Remove the sword and a swordswoman was just a woman. ¡°Ahh¡­¡± Now that she could breathe again, she sucked in a deep breath. Vloodvane used that moment to lift up her pareo. Her lower body was now revealed. Dark blue garterbelts covered her legs to halfway up her thighs and dark blue panties covered her crotch. That underwear was soaked and plastered to her and the center was caught between her labia. This was of course thanks to the rain and some moisture that was definitely not the rain. He had already touched her through the panties. Her solid pubis bone had been evident even through that underwear. Meanwhile, his lips began sucking at her throat, he stuck his head under her arm to lick her armpit, he sucked her breasts through her clothes, and he sucked at the nipples in particular. His attack through the thin cloth was horribly accurate. ¡°Ah, kh, kh, nh, nnh.¡± She tried to resist the storm of petting through her clothing, but she could not stop herself from writhing maddeningly on the ground. When the mage¡¯s lips finally reached her lower body, he kissed the dark blue garter belts contrasting her white skin and his tongue crawled from there to reach the dark blue panties located between her thighs. After kissing her through her panties, he persistently licked and sucked her there. Some balls of fuzz had formed on the crotch, making it look like the panties wanted to open up and let the caress through. Doing it through the thin fabric may have been an intentional act. Irene was unaccustomed to sex, so a thorough tormenting of her weak point would have been more painful than pleasurable. But through the fabric, the persistent caress felt good. Vloodvane peeled the panties away like the thin shell of a boiled egg and he pulled them down while tearing the garter belts. A lightning flash reflected off of the sticky threads connecting down to it. That fluid had been secreted from within Irene¡¯s body. ¡°Hee hee. Try to look composed all you like, but you are soaked down here.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Oh, but don¡¯t take that the wrong way. I think it¡¯s lovely. It¡¯s just like a bitch in heat.¡± He reached for her wet lips and enjoyed how they felt. ¡°Yes, nice and sticky.¡± After rubbing the outside of the slit for a bit, he finally stuck a finger inside. The pink petals had been sticking out a bit, but when he pushed her plump thighs apart to spread her legs, her labia spread open as well. Another flash of lightning illuminated the contents of her spread pussy lips. She was so wet that threads of love juices connected the spread lips as well. Vloodvane used what little sunlight made it through the clouds and the occasional lightning to carefully observe her vulva. Past the petal-like folds of flesh was her vagina. Her small urethra was located a bit above that and a hood the size of her little finger¡¯s tip stuck out above that. Her smooth, pearl-like clitoris just barely poked out from there. It was smaller than Millia¡¯s. Vloodvane buried his face there. ¡°Ahh¡­¡± Not feeling embarrassment was simply not possible. Plus, this mage looked like an innocent boy in his early teens. Having her 22-year-old body teased by a young boy put her in a horribly perverted mood. She instinctually held his head between her muscular thighs. He did not hesitate to shove his nose into her mound and take a whiff. He took several deep breaths of the sweet aroma of sweat, urine, and love juices to enjoy her sexual scent while rubbing her with his nose. Then he extended his tongue to her slit. He licked the softly protruding petals and gradually pushed his tongue inside. His tongue tip was soon surrounded by warm and sticky flesh and he started licking like a dog. ¡°Ahh!¡± Irene¡¯s crotch hopped up and she moaned. He kept stirring her up with his tongue to enjoy the flavor of her nectar and the sensation of the flesh. His tongue gradually licked across every part of her down there before reaching the clitoris. ¡°Nhh.¡± Her lower body shook like it had been struck by lightning. His tongue tip focused its attack on her clit. ¡°Nh¡­nhh¡­nh, nhhh¡­¡± She bit her lower lip in a desperate attempt to restrain her voice, but she could not stop her inner thighs and lower stomach from shaking. He held her hips in his hands so her rising and falling crotch could not escape and he persistently kept his tongue crawling. Her convulsions reached their peak. ¡°Nh, kh, khhh¡­¡± Her entire body flopped madly like a fish out of water. She bit her lip to keep any moans from escaping, but she could not hide the cunnilingus-induced orgasm. Irene continued to twitch from the lingering waves of pleasure, but Vloodvane spread her legs wide, spread the labia with his fingers, and shoved a finger into her honeypot. ¡°¡­Ahh¡­¡± ¡°Oh, what¡¯s this? No hymen. I assumed you had dedicated yourself to the sword, but have you had a man in here before?¡± He sounded surprised and he pushed another finger into her flower garden. ¡°¡­Ahh.¡± ¡°But you do not seem all that experienced. Has it been a while?¡± His two fingers stirred up her vagina. ¡°¡­Kh.¡± ¡°No, that isn¡¯t it. There is no hymen, but this hole is unused.¡± It was common for women who engaged in intense physical activity to break their hymen before losing their virginity. ¡°Hee hee. Did you break your hymen while training with the sword? Sounds about right for a Master Swordswoman.¡± Once he arrived at an explanation he found satisfactory, Vloodvane pulled out his fingers and breathed an exasperated sigh from his nose. ¡°So both you and Millia were virgins. Where is the fun in a life dedicated to the blade? It is a tragedy for a woman to reach the age of 22 without knowing the pleasures her body can bring her.¡± ¡°Pant, pant. Nh, I don¡¯t care¡­ahh¡­what you think¡­ahh.¡± ¡°You have plenty of time to change your mind once I show you those pleasures. I hope you enjoy it.¡± Now that he was done observing her vagina, he pulled up his robe to reveal a brutal penis that looked entirely out of place on that gentle boy¡¯s body. That curved flesh sword easily rose past his navel. A flash of lightning illuminated it. For Irene, this brought more fear than the bandits¡¯ scimitars, the ninjas¡¯ wild weapons, Lavancio¡¯s radiant sword, General Daist¡¯s dual spears, Millia¡¯s magic sword, Glinda¡¯s magic, or Vloodvane¡¯s magic. ¡°¡­¡± She tried to crawl back on her hands to get away, but that was not possible with her legs spread and her thighs held in place. The male protrusion pressed against her exposed female hole. ¡°Kh.¡± She clenched her teeth, but her body refused to do as she said. Thanks to the thorough stimulation from the slime and Vloodvane, her body had produced more lubricant than ever before and the penetration occurred smoothly. She lost the chastity she had preserved for 22 years. ¡°Ahhhhhhh!¡± Her spread legs trembled from the pain and she tried to escape, but Vloodvane held her hips in place and pushed even deeper inside. ¡°Gh¡­¡± She nearly stopped breathing as the hard rod of flesh entered her feminine honeypot. She had not had a hymen and the pain was not as bad as she had expected, but it felt weird having something in there for the first time. Some of her black hair got in her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut, and she attempted to bear with the unpleasant feeling of him entering her. ¡°I knew the pressure in there would be intense. And so many folds. Oh, what an incredible pussy.¡± Once balls deep inside her, her labia acted as a sort of lid and he stayed motionless to enjoy the movement of her vagina. Muscles provided the squeezing of a vagina, so anyone could have predicted that the well-trained body of a Master Swordswoman would squeeze tightly. But the other aspects of her vagina were a gift from heaven. She had been gifted with talent as a swordswoman and simply as a woman. And as much as she did not want it at the moment, a tight vagina was also more sensitive and more easily brought to climax. Vloodvane held her arms down above her head and placed his body weight on her hips to press his pubis bone against hers while he slowly began to move. Instead of some violent thrusting, he slowly and rhythmically moved inside her hole. He had over a century of experience, so he knew all the weak points of the female body. If he took his time like this, the stimulation would eventually become pleasurable whether she liked it or not. Irene instinctually realized that. Losing a battle and being raped was humiliating enough, but feeling pleasure from it threatened her dignity as a warrior and as a woman. She tried gathering strength in her pinned arms a few times. As a trained swordswoman, her arms were very strong, but she could not even budge the boy¡¯s slender arms. And all the while, his soft back and forth movement sent melting pleasure into her internal flesh. Since she had not felt much pain from losing her virginity, she was assaulted with pleasure even though it was her first time. She was known as a Master Swordswoman, but she looked like she could not endure this. ¡°Kh¡­nh.¡± No one who knew the fearsome look on her face when she wielded a sword could have imagined the sensual look slipping onto her face now. ¡°Does it hurt? Yes, I imagine it does.¡± Vloodvane asked an intentionally kind question. He lifted his upper body to observe how her flesh lewdly pulled out somewhat as he pulled back. Irene trembled with embarrassment when she realized he was watching. ¡°Nhhhh.¡± A moan escaped her lips. The way the male object spread her vaginal flesh as it sank inside her was far more maddening then she had expected. Even her womb seemed to be throbbing. She had tried to lie to herself, but her 22-year-old body had long desired a man. The mind and body were separate, so no matter how much she loathed the man, the penis inside her brought maddening levels of pleasure to her body. This was entirely different to the sensation of the slime tormenting every part of her. She could tell being penetrated by this hard thing was exactly what her body had wanted. Her sizable breasts bounced every which way as he thrust into her and pulled out, but then he grabbed them in his hands. His hips moved slowly but endlessly while he fondled them. He also pinched and twisted the nipples visibly poking out through the thin fabric. Her body suit grew wrinkled from his groping and it looked like he was going to wear a hole in the area over the nipples. He grabbed her collar and used astonishing strength to tear down from there. Her youthful shoulders, delicate collarbones, and massive breasts were exposed to the outside world. The nipples and areolae adorning the peak of those ample mounds were a beautiful and almost transparent pink. He sucked at the nipples which were already fully erect. ¡°Ahhh¡­¡± The lack of that one thin layer of cloth meant a dramatic change in the stimulation. An unbelievable amount of pleasure raced from her nipples and to the rest of her body. He sucked all over her boobs. They were left glistening from his saliva. Finally, he reached a hand down toward her clitoris. She could not bear the way he rubbed it in a circular motion. The surging pleasure forced her to scream. ¡°S-stop!¡± Of course, that was not going to stop Vloodvane. He fully removed the clitoris from its hood while rubbing it between his fingers. Then he thoroughly tormented the flesh bean. He kept his hips moving all the while to stir up Irene¡¯s fleshpot with an obscenely wet sound. Her desperate cry echoed across the plain. But was that voice in response to pain or to the change she felt occurring in her body? She could no longer identify the strange pleasure she felt in her crotch. Her body was being swept away by a new feeling. A woman like her seducing a young boy like Vloodvane and taking his virginity may not have been all that rare an occurrence, but a woman Irene¡¯s age being raped by a young boy like him and having her virginity taken in the process was unusual indeed. Each time his fingers moved at her crotch, the trembling of her body grew. Her heated body was moving entirely subconsciously. But despite the reaction of her body, her instincts led her to crawl backwards in an attempt to escape. However, this was a field out in the middle of nowhere, so there was nowhere to escape to. She had been called a prodigy from a young age and praised as a natural swordswoman, so she had plenty of self-esteem. But at the moment, she could only sob while tears welled up in her eyes. Once Vloodvane grew weary of targeting her weak points, he pinned her arms down again and resumed thrusting. The mage had the experienced technique of someone over a hundred years old combined with the unlimited sexual energy of a teenage boy. And while Irene was an expert at handling swords of steel, she was a complete amateur when it came to handling swords of flesh. She had dedicated herself to the blade so thoroughly that she had earned the title of Master Swordswoman. She had been prepared to be pathetically raped or killed if she ever lost. She did not fear death. She was prepared to die. That was why she could take her foes¡¯ lives without hesitation. But she had not been prepared for pleasure like this. If a man did rape her, she had assumed she just had to wait until he was done, but she had been wrong. Sparks were flying within her body. She tensed up in an attempt to resist and gathered strength in her eyes to glare at Vloodvane. ¡°You really know how to move your hips. I would never guess this was your first time.¡± ¡°Eh!?¡± Her face stiffened at his gentle comment. Her hips were moving on their own. At some point, she had started moving her butt in time with his hips. This was of course entirely subconscious. She worked to constantly stop her butt from moving, but that was when Vloodvane stopped his hips altogether. ¡°¡­Eh!?¡± ¡°Oh, is something the matter?¡± ¡°Kh.¡± He sneered at her, so she clenched her teeth and tried to stop her hips. But her body refused to listen when she was this close to orgasm. For the first time, she experienced a temptation greater than those sweet sugar cakes. Her body intensely desired that pleasure, no matter what her mind wanted. She could feel the love juices gushing from her and she was overcome by the illusion that the ground below her was wet from those fluids and not the pouring rain. ¡°Ahh!¡± When she could not resist the temptation and moved her hips herself just once, she thought she heard the sound of a latch opening in her mind. She clung to Vloodvane¡¯s body and thrust her hips like crazy. This was about more than just the teasing he had done. Her hips seemed hell-bent on making up for 22 years of denial. Vloodvane calmly rode the bucking mare in heat. ¡°¡­Irene.¡± ¡°!¡± Irene¡¯s eyes widened in shock when she heard the voice of her supposedly unconscious student. She could not move her body, so she turned just her head to see Millia sitting nude in the rain. The girl was clasping her hands and watching her teacher¡¯s sexual display with a dazed look. ¡°Don¡¯t look, Millia. Don¡¯t look at me. Ahh¡­Millia¡­¡± Millia¡¯s gaze brought a great ache to Irene¡¯s heart, but that ache also felt unbelievably good. The masochistic pleasure only made her hornier. ¡°Irene!¡± ¡°Ahh, Millia, no, don¡¯t look¡­¡± A girl with absolute trust in her was watching as she lost a battle, was raped, and now started moving her own hips while moaning. (I¡¯m so weak-willed and powerless.) She felt so pathetic that tears spilled from her eyes. ¡°There is nothing to cry about. No one can resist pleasure.¡± Vloodvane lifted up one of her legs, flipped her over, and started thrusting his hips with an animalistic roughness that did not suit his appearance. This position allowed his penis to thrust mercilessly deep. She cried out as it pounded on her cervix. ¡°S-stop! Not so rough! Please!¡± She pressed her palms against his stomach to soften the impacts as much as possible, but her resistance was futile. Vloodvane continued his intense and merciless thrusting. Only now did Irene realize he had been going easy on her before. ¡°Ahh, ahh, ahhh¡­¡± She could only shake her head wildly and sob while reaching small and large climaxes over and over. He would pull back until he was almost completely out of her and then thrust all the way back in again. The sharp stimulation of those long thrusts knocked all rational thought from her mind. She could only moan so loudly it rivaled the thunder. Vloodvane had unbelievable stamina, so he kept going without any rest. ¡°Ahh, ahh, ahh¡­¡± The pleasure was so great she had no idea what to even do. ¡°No, no, no¡­¡± Her mind went blank and she could only desperately repeat the same word again and again. ¡°There is nothing to worry about. Just let this feeling take over.¡± How long did his merciless thrusting continue? Millia could tell she was seeing something incredible. That swordswoman was known across the continent and praised as the Sword Dancer, so who could have ever predicted she would be reduced to this? ¡°Noooooo!¡± ¡°Good, good. I like the sound of your moans. Hee hee. What a horny woman you are. I like women who cum so easily.¡± Irene could no longer argue with his mockery. Her thoughts were not organized enough. ¡°Ahh, ah, ah¡­¡± Her throat had gone horribly dry from all the moaning. For the final thrust, Vloodvane lifted her hips and pushed his hips forward so strongly it felt like he was going to pierce right through her body. Then he exploded. A great quantity of semen surged out within her. For Irene, that was the final and most critical attack. ¡°Ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!¡± She cried out like an animal and arched her back so far it looked like she was performing a bridge. Then she pissed herself and stopped moving. Vloodvane still did not release her. After she came, he gradually reduced his movement and took his time in stopping. Even after he had fully stopped and his penis had gone flaccid, he still did not pull it out of her vagina. When he finally did pull it out, a mixture of love juices and cum flowed from between Irene¡¯s spread legs. The quantity was incredible. It was hard to believe it had all fit inside her. But the rain washed it all away: the tears, the saliva, the love juices, the semen, and the urine. The lightning only illuminated the nude form of the thoroughly fucked Holy Swordswoman. ¡°Irene, Irene, Irene!¡± Millia¡¯s legs were shaking. She thought her heart was going to tear in two. Her throat was dry and tears spilled endlessly from her eyes. She stumbled as she ran over to Irene and she shouted the woman¡¯s name, but Irene did not even stir. She was so limp you would have thought she was dead. Millia had never seen anything so horrific. She had no idea what to do, but then someone placed a hand on her shoulder. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. She is still alive.¡± Vloodvane¡¯s gentle assurance helped her calm down a little and she noticed that Irene¡¯s chest was rising and falling. ¡°O-oh¡­thank goodness.¡± She breathed a sigh of relief, sniffled from the ground, and then pleaded up at Vloodvane. ¡°Um, Master Vloodvane, I don¡¯t care what happens to me, but please don¡¯t be so mean to Irene. I had a rougher upbringing, so I can put up with whatever you might do to me, but Irene is¡­how should I put it? She¡¯s more delicate deep down, so I think she¡¯ll break if you do this to her.¡± Instead of directly answering her, Vloodvane rubbed her head. ¡°You are such a good girl, Millia. I can see why Irene was willing to risk everything to come rescue you.¡± ¡°Eh heh heh.¡± Millia laughed awkwardly with tears still in her eyes. ¡°Now, we can¡¯t just leave her lying out in the rain. And there is another woman who wet herself over there, so let us take them back to Carell Castle.¡± Chapter 5 - Prisoner Chapter 5 - Prisoner ¡°Nh, nhh¡­ah.¡± When Irene awoke, she found herself in a dreary stone room. She was only wearing her long gloves, her stockings, and her garter belts. Those must have caught on something because they all had large holes torn in them. In that half-naked state, her hands were pulled up by chains dangling from overhead. She sat on the floor with her legs out in front of her, she had shackles on her ankles, and those were attached to the wall. That prevented her from bringing her knees together. This appeared to be a dungeon. There was a small, barred window near the ceiling for ventilation. How much time had passed? She could see the night sky out the window, so it had likely been half a day since her battle with Vloodvane. Where was this dungeon located? She did not know how large Vloodvane¡¯s forces were, but she doubted they had that many facilities with a dungeon like this. It was most likely Carell Castle, the mountain location the mage was currently using as a base. She moved on to checking her own condition. The chains restricted her movement, but she seemed able to use her arms and legs. Her lower stomach still felt strange, though. She tried standing up, but she gave up when she realized her hips were still too weak for that. ¡°Sigh¡­¡± She breathed a gloomy sigh all on her own. She had been proud of her undefeated history and gone by the title of Master Swordswoman, but now she had been helplessly defeated and had her chastity taken. And now she was imprisoned in this dungeon while barely dressed. She was unable to move and only had the dreary dungeon to look at, so she naturally ended up thinking about what had happened. Recalling the circumstances leading to her current predicament made her feel pathetic and depressed. Lowering her head brought her crotch into view and she noticed the smaller petals sticking out from the outer lips a little. That was normal enough, but when she thought about how a man¡¯s thing had been in there roughly stirring everything up, she could have sworn those petals looked red and swollen. Although she may have been imagining it. Finally, she sensed someone approaching and stopping in front of the metal door. When she looked up, a powerful light returned to her eyes. She had lost the one battle, but she swore to herself she would escape here and have revenge. Resolve filled her lovely features. Just like Irene had half-expected, it was Vloodvane and Millia who entered the dungeon cell. Robed Vloodvane had a gentle smile on his face and nude Millia looked ready to cry at any moment. ¡°Oh, good. You¡¯re awake. I was surprised when you pissed yourself and passed out after I came. I¡¯m glad I could make you cum so hard when it was your first time.¡± He tore into her scars with an angelic smile. No one would believe that gentle-looking child was the one who had defeated and raped Irene. She had trouble believing it herself, but he was not the age he appeared to be. He was an unaging immortal monster. He leered at her body for a while. Her almost divine appearance created a decadent beauty when chained up like this. There was an indescribable sex appeal to the lines leading from her skinny neck to her slender collarbones and shoulders. Her breasts and hips had decent size for her overall slender build and her waist was beautifully thin. Her long legs drew wonderful curves from her thick thighs to her fit ankles. The color and brightness of her skin were superb as well. But the greatest sensuality was found in her large white breasts and lower stomach. Irene squirmed. Being observed like this was uncomfortable. Especially when she could not close her legs and her most secret place was exposed. ¡°Lady Irene, I have no intention of treating you as a prisoner.¡± ¡°Could¡¯ve fooled me,¡± she said while rattling her chains. ¡°Yes, well, none of my men can hope to stop you, but I am far too busy to watch over you at all times. I will remove those eventually.¡± He gently ran a hand through her black hair. ¡°The title of Master Swordswoman is not just about skill with the blade. It is only given to someone with the appropriate personality. You are known for your divine beauty and your noble personality, so no one deserves the title more than you.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You are skilled as a swordswoman, but you were not blessed with a master and never offered your sword to anyone. You only ever raise it in order to protect those close to you. That is praiseworthy, but also a waste. Offer your sword to me.¡± To offer someone your sword meant to make the Oath of the Sword. Both swordsmen and other warriors would make the Oath of the Sword to declare someone their master for life and pledge them eternal loyalty. It was a very holy ceremony. ¡°If you want me to make the Oath of the Sword, then you had better kill me and make my corpse do it.¡± Vloodvane must have predicted her immediate response because he continued stroking her hair without speaking a word. A mage of his level could magically make Irene his puppet like Glinda had with Millia, but that would rob her of her human emotions. The skilled swordswomen of Beatrice would not obey her then. Now it was Irene¡¯s turn to ask a question. ¡°What is your goal here? Taking over the world?¡± ¡°It takes a variety of traits to be a conqueror, but unfortunately, I do not qualify. If that northern barbarian Lorent wishes to control the entire continent, he can have it for all I care. I intend to forever rule this continent¡¯s history from behind the scenes. But that requires pawns. Skilled pawns.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°The rulers of all the kingdoms see war as no more than crashing large armies together, but political power is what they should really be focusing on. I do not know who will ultimately unify this continent, but I will be the one ruling the world from behind the scenes afterwards.¡± ¡°Utter nonsense. I¡¯ve heard enough.¡± Vloodvane shrugged at Irene¡¯s blunt response. ¡°I do not need anything as crass as mind-control magic to have you do my bidding.¡± ¡°What, are you going to torture me?¡± Irene glared at him with a powerful will in her coldly beautiful eyes. With her noble spirit and indomitable pride, she would never succumb to torture. ¡°I am well aware that you would never fall to torture. But pleasure? That is a different matter.¡± He parted her hair and blew into her exposed ear. ¡°Ahn¡­¡± ¡°Quite the adorable voice. Hee hee¡­ But do not feel ashamed. Pleasure is something no human being can resist.¡± His small hands grabbed her large breasts and groped them as if testing their weight. ¡°Look, your nipples are already so hard.¡± ¡°Kh.¡± Irene bit her lip, but that did not stop the rubbing of her erect nipples from feeling good. The mage¡¯s kisses drew a line from her ear to her neck and to the triangular depression at her collarbones. The way he slowly fanned the flames of her sexuality felt like being strangled by silk. The pleasure seemed to spread from her chest to the rest of her body, her marble white skin grew faintly flushed, the color of the petals at her crotch grew brighter, and she emanated the sexiness of a woman. ¡°No matter how calm you keep your expression, you are an animal at heart. You fight like an animal and you wish to be fucked like one too. I will reveal that true nature within you.¡± Vloodvane continued his necking while whispering verbal torment. Then the door opened again and a woman walked briskly in. ¡°Glinda, do you need something?¡± Vloodvane asked his question without even looking back or stopping his teasing of Irene. The witch kneeled with the expression of a dog abandoned by its master. ¡°I cannot apologize enough for boldly proclaiming I would capture that woman, pathetically allowing her to defeat me, and forcing you to clean up my mess. I am aware just how insolent it is of me to ask anything of you after that, but I will do so regardless. Please order me to train that woman for you. I swear I will provide you a slave who obeys your every command.¡± When his apprentice practically clung to his robe to beg him, Vloodvane considered it while continuing to tease Irene¡¯s erect nipples, but he eventually let go. ¡°Well, if you wish. It is true no one trains women better than you.¡± Irene and Glinda seemed like the least compatible people to ever exist, but he did not always need his pawns to get along. He just needed women who swore their loyalty to him. ¡°Thank you very much! I will swiftly teach this conceited woman how a slave is meant to speak to her master.¡± Once she had permission, Glinda rejoiced, stepped in front of Irene, and looked down at the other woman. ¡°Heh heh. It¡¯s sad that anyone thought this was our generation¡¯s greatest swordswoman.¡± She wore her silver hair up, a black evening dress showed off her every curve, and long gloves covered her arms. It was almost bewitching how the thin material displayed her body¡¯s curves. She looked like she was dressed for an evening party at a royal palace. Her incredible beauty was more suited for that sensual dress than a village girl¡¯s clothing. But Glinda had not dressed up just for the hell of it. She was trying to apply psychological pressure on their prisoner. Simply being naked while the other person was dressed was enough to make someone uncomfortable. For a prisoner, that discomfort would quickly transform into fear. And for someone of Irene¡¯s status, it would make them feel horribly pathetic. She could not use her appearance to cling to her pride. But there was no apparent change to Irene¡¯s expression. The witch scowled at the lack of the desired effect, but then she looked between the legs Irene could not close. She peered at the glimpse of pink sticking out. ¡°Heh.¡± One of Glinda¡¯s cheeks rose in a cold smile. Could anything be more humiliating for a woman? Irene¡¯s composed features grew somewhat flushed. ¡°I like that look in your eyes. Yes, I love women like you.¡± Glinda crouched down and grabbed Irene¡¯s face hard enough to dig her fingers into her cheeks. ¡°But how long can you keep that strong will of yours? I will shatter your pride and self-respect. I will violate and torment you until you beg me to stop with tears in your eyes.¡± A woman¡¯s jealousy could be a frightening thing. After losing to Irene, Glinda feared Vloodvane would see Irene as the superior woman. ¡°Hee hee. But what have we here?¡± Glinda looked mockingly down at Irene¡¯s unhidden crotch. Her long, slender fingers reached down and parted the lips while she formed a smile intentionally slowly on her own blood-red lips. ¡°You seem to have forgotten what happened today, so I will remind you.¡± ¡°Kh¡­¡± Irene grimaced because the woman had suddenly shoved her index and middle fingers into Irene¡¯s vagina. Irene¡¯s entire lower body trembled in response. Glinda used those two fingers to stir up her insides. ¡°What might this be?¡± Glinda held up her fingers to show the white goop covering them and she spread them to show off the sticky strings it formed between. ¡°¡­Ah¡­¡± ¡°Seems you remember now. You moved your own hips and cried out in pleasure. And then Master Vloodvane was kind enough to give you so much of his seed.¡± Glinda lewdly extended her tongue to lick up the remnants of Vloodvane she had extracted from Irene¡¯s body. Irene had to wrinkle her brow in frustration at this undeniable evidence that she had lost to Vloodvane and been raped. ¡°Hee hee. It would be interesting if you got pregnant from this. I mean, I bet I wouldn¡¯t even need to train you then. Not even a coldhearted woman like you could kill your own child¡¯s father.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Irene chose to remain silent, so Glinda rubbed her cum-soaked fingers on the woman¡¯s composed face. ¡°Hee hee. Eat it. It is delicious.¡± The semen that had been inside Irene¡¯s body was now rubbed against her lips. She kept her lips clenched shut, so Glinda forcibly parted those lips, shoved her fingers in, and rubbed them on the gums and elsewhere. After having the man¡¯s cum forced inside her mouth, Irene spat toward Glinda¡¯s face. It splatted onto the snow-white skin next to the witch¡¯s nose and dripped down. What Vloodvane had done to her had been her punishment for losing that battle, so she could accept it. But she had won her battle against Glinda. She refused to accept this treatment from someone who had lost to her. That feeling was probably part of Vloodvane¡¯s plan here, but rage flared within the woman acting in his name. ¡°¡­¡± Glinda silently pulled out a lace handkerchief, wiped off her face, and stood up. Then she pulled up her long skirt, lowered her silk panties and spread her legs while standing above Irene. The shape of her labia matched her slender build. She went on to spread those labia with her fingers to expose the pink flesh within. Irene did not feel much of anything seeing this woman¡¯s vulva. She only found it odd. ¡°¡­?¡± Finally, the flesh within twitched a little and then seemed to push out. A moment later, urine began flowing out. Quite a bit came out. It poured down on Irene¡¯s black hair, flowed down her forehead into her eyes, got in her ears and mouth, flowed down her chin to reach her neck, chest, and stomach, and finally arrived at her lower body. Once she was finished pissing, Glinda pulled up her panties and lowered her skirt. She stood there as a perfect lady again, as if nothing had happened. The only sign of the deed was the chained woman dripping with warm liquid and the unique scent hanging in the area. ¡°Ohhh ho ho ho.¡± Glinda held the back of her hand to her mouth and laughed happily while looking down at piss-soaked Irene. This was such a shock to Irene that she simply sat there in a daze, unsure what happened, but once her understanding finally caught up, she spat out what had gotten in her mouth and glared up at Glinda. That look seemed to please Glinda and she lifted the chains attached to Irene¡¯s arms. Irene¡¯s hips were still weak, so she had no choice but to stand up. The chain stopped when she could just barely stand on her toes, so she was forced into a nude Y-pose. A harsh sound rang out. Glinda had slapped Irene¡¯s cheek even as it dripped with pee. ¡°Heh heh. Bear with it while you can.¡± Glinda reached toward Irene¡¯s labia again. ¡°Ugh.¡± ¡°I have won over countless women for Master Vloodvane already.¡± Her fingertips gently massaged the flower petals. She attacked around the clitoris, rubbed and pinched the outer lips, rubbed and massaged the entire vulva with her palm, and even poked at the anus. Irene had no way to escape this fingering, so she simply gripped the chains and endured. ¡°And several of those were very proud women much like you.¡± ¡°Kh.¡± Glinda rhythmically massaged the clit through its hood, peeled the hood away, and teased the extremely sensitive flesh within. ¡°But in the end, they all swore their loyalty to Master Vloodvane and became his faithful fucktoys.¡± Glinda¡¯s fingers reentered Irene¡¯s vagina, which was wet this time. ¡°Heh. That¡¯s the thing about pleasure: no one can fight it.¡± ¡°¡­! Kh¡­hh¡­mh, ahh.¡± Irene¡¯s eyes widened and sweat poured from her entire body. Glinda gave a meaningful smile while she intentionally produced a lot of wet noises. Love juices dripped to the floor. ¡°See? Look at you already.¡± Glinda held up her fingers again to show all the sexual juices coating them. ¡°¡­¡± Glinda laughed and Irene shut her eyes and grimaced to bear with the shame. Satisfied with that look of embarrassment and humiliation, Glinda gave an order to Millia who waited behind her. ¡°Millia, your beloved Irene is rather filthy with all that piss on her. Lick her clean. Yes, how about you start with her boobs? You know how, don¡¯t you? Just do it like you do in your fantasies every night.¡± ¡°¡­Yes, ma¡¯am.¡± Millia walked toward chained Irene, grabbed the woman¡¯s breasts in her hands, and massaged them while sticking her face between them and under Irene¡¯s arms to lick all over that general area. Once Irene¡¯s chest was soaked with saliva, Millia began sucking at the nipples like a child hoping for milk. ¡°Ahhn¡­ Millia, wait, that tickles¡­¡± Irene arched her back, writhed, and called out in a quiet voice, but Millia¡¯s oral torment continued. When the girl finally lightly pressed her teeth against the erect nipples, Irene could not help put moan and twist her body. ¡°Irene¡­ It¡¯s easier if you just give in.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Irene was left speechless by the pained look on Millia¡¯s face. ¡°Heh heh. Now lick her pussy.¡± After getting both of Irene¡¯s nipples as erect as could be, Milla obeyed Glinda¡¯s instruction by making a trail of kisses down to Irene¡¯s lower body, burying her face in the woman¡¯s crotch, and spreading the flesh slit there. ¡°Wow, you¡¯re as pretty as I¡¯d imagined down here, Irene. Oh, and it¡¯s twitching too. Good, you really do feel lust. With how above it all you tend to act, I was afraid you¡¯d never get wet for me.¡± ¡°M-Millia!¡± Irene was shocked by her cute student¡¯s overly blunt thoughts, but then she felt like her brain was being fried. Millia licked her lips and used her tongue the best she could to pleasure her beloved teacher. ¡°Ahhhh!¡± She started slow and grew more rhythmical with time, but she was also very thorough. Millia¡¯s tongue and lips attacked every last part of the Master Swordswoman¡¯s vulva. She did not miss a single response to her tongue¡¯s movement throughout. ¡°Hh, khh¡­Millia, stop this. I appreciate the thought, but now is not the time for this!¡± ¡°Heh heh. Look at you writhe, Miss Master Swordswoman. Millia¡¯s tongue is a miracle, isn¡¯t it? I taught her how to do that myself.¡± While exposed to her student¡¯s sexual tongue technique with her hands chained, Irene eventually realized her hips were moving. She tried to stop them, but she could not. Turning her knees inward was the most she could manage. Millia was entirely focused on licking Irene¡¯s honeypot like a cat lapping up milk. ¡°Well, how does your beloved Irene¡¯s pussy taste?¡± ¡°Like a dream come true.¡± Millia did not hesitate to answer with her face still buried in Irene¡¯s crotch. ¡°Then whose pussy tastes better: hers or mine?¡± Millia knew what answer Glinda wanted, but she could not bring herself to say it and attempted a compromise. ¡°Th-they¡¯re both good?¡± Immediately, a whip slapped the girl in the ass. ¡°Kyah!¡± ¡°Really, there must be something wrong with your sense of taste if you think that woman¡¯s rotten pussy is in any way comparable to my pure and beautiful pussy.¡± A few more lashes of the whip struck Millia¡¯s butt. ¡°Ahh¡­ Your pussy tastes better, Lady Glinda.¡± ¡°Of course it does.¡± With her butt red and swollen, Millia caught her breath while answering. Glinda finally stopped whipping her and brushed back her sliver hair in satisfaction. ¡°Heh heh. That is enough of that woman¡¯s rotten pussy. Lick her filthy asshole now.¡± Millia buried her face in Irene¡¯s butt as ordered. The butt looked small and tight at first, but it did have a feminine roundness and softness to it. Millia spread the butt cheeks to reveal the light pink bud in the center. She pressed her nose against it, but could only detect the scent of the sweat that had built up in that valley. Up close, Irene¡¯s anus looked like a flower bud made of fine folds and its adorable appearance turned Millia on quite badly. (Even Irene¡¯s asshole is pretty.) When she touched it with her tongue tip, it tightened up. She enjoyed the wriggling feeling she felt at the end of her tongue. She licked a bit to get it wet with saliva and then pushed her tongue tip in. The folds spread our and pushed in a little before Millia could feel the stickier flesh within. ¡°Ahh¡­stop that, Millia. That¡¯s dirty.¡± ¡°No, this is your asshole, so it isn¡¯t.¡± Irene quietly scolded her, but Millia continued licking regardless. The trembling of the exterior and the tightening of the interior were pleasant, but she was most happy that she could be doing something like this for the woman she so adored. She felt like she now knew Irene better than anyone in the world. ¡°Yes, loosen her up back there. Otherwise your beloved Irene will suffer.¡± ¡°Hh¡­nhh¡­¡± As Millia thoroughly licked her, more whitish nectar flowed from Irene¡¯s front hole. ¡°That is good enough, Millia. Now, put this on.¡± Glinda held out a glistening black piece of leather underwear. But unlike normal underwear, it had a double-headed dildo attached to it. Glinda forcibly put it on Millia. That toxic-looking male shape rose menacingly up from Millia¡¯s girly and curvy body. ¡°Heh heh. It looks fantastic on you, Millia. You want to use that impressive thing to fuck your beloved Irene, don¡¯t you?¡± The witch circled behind Irene¡¯s cute student and began stroking the black rod rising from Millia¡¯s lower stomach. ¡°Ahhhh¡­¡± Shaking one end of the double-headed dildo naturally moved around the other end buried deep inside the girl. Love juices dripped down her plump thighs. ¡°Then go ahead and fuck her all you like. Fuck her until she¡¯s begging for me.¡± ¡°O-okay¡­¡± ¡°But fuck her in the ass.¡± ¡°¡­!¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t this wonderful? You get to take your beloved Irene¡¯s anal virginity. You should really thank me for my generosity.¡± ¡°Okay, I will be the first one to use Irene¡¯s asshole.¡± Millia held the thing rising from her crotch, stood behind her beloved teacher, and placed the tip of the dildo against Irene¡¯s ass. ¡°Milla, stop this nonsense at once!¡± Irene rattled her chains and struggled, but it was no use. ¡°Don¡¯t struggle, Irene. Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll make sure you feel good.¡± ¡°M-Millia¡­¡± Millia was also an expert martial artist, so she knew how to tell when someone had relaxed their body. Immediately after Irene exhaled, the tip of the dildo pushed inside her. ¡°Ahh!¡± The anal penetration widened Irene¡¯s eyes and forced a breath from her lips. Irene¡¯s cheeks stiffened and a cold sweat covered her body. The vagina was meant for something to enter it, but the anus was different. That was not that hole¡¯s purpose. ¡°Wow, your asshole can spread so wide.¡± ¡°Ahh, stop that. Stop it, Millia. You¡¯re going to tear me open. Stop, please take that out of me¡­ahhh!¡± The folds of Irene¡¯s anus were spread wide and looked ready to tear. At the same time, her angled eyes widened and tears filled them. Glinda¡¯s slender finger scooped up those tears of pain and humiliation. ¡°So how does it feel to be ass-fucked by the very student you came here to rescue?¡± ¡°Ahh¡­ahh¡­khh¡­¡± Irene seemed to have trouble breathing with the dildo so deep inside her ass. She moaned with her mouth flapping like a fish. Most women would not enjoy having something so large inside their anus, but it was a necessary step in training a woman. Being penetrated there was a humiliating thing, even if it was by another woman. ¡°Oh? It seems your Irene is enjoying it too much to speak. Keep pounding her like that.¡± ¡°O-okay.¡± It seemed to pain Millia to see Irene like this, but she could not disobey and kept moving her hips. ¡°Gh, agh, gh.¡± Glinda reached a hand to Irene¡¯s crotch and gently massaged her clitoris. ¡°Ah!¡± Irene¡¯s body writhed while unsure whether to focus on the pain of the anal penetration or the pleasure of the clitoral rubbing. Millia was soaked with sweat while she continued fucking Irene from behind. Irene¡¯s long black hair shook behind her like mad. With a man, it was over once he came, but there was no such ending with a girl like Millia. Plus, Millia had far more stamina than the average girl. She probably outdid even Irene on that front. (Ahh, Irene looks so sexy, beautiful, and cool from behind.) Millia had never dreamed of fucking Irene since she had not been aware strap-ons were even a thing, but she lost herself in the action, forgetting entirely that she was doing it anally. ¡°Millia, that¡¯s enough. You can pull out now.¡± Irene¡¯s head had slumped down and she had nearly passed out, but if Glinda had not stopped Millia, the girl might have continued going at it forever. Pulling out was easy because Irene¡¯s internal pressure helped push it out. And once the dildo was out, Irene could not immediately retighten her ass. ¡°Ah ha ha. Millia, look at that. Your precious Irene loved it so much her ass is gaping open.¡± Even Irene had to blush at this. ¡°Hee hee. All those knights praise you as the Sword Dancer and speak of you like the ideal woman, but I wonder what they would think if they saw this? I bet they would be terribly disillusioned.¡± Irene clenched her teeth in humiliation while Glinda laughed loudly in satisfaction. ¡°Kill me!¡± ¡°¡­?¡± Afterwards, Irene glared darkly up at Glinda while dangling limply from the chains. ¡°You should kill your enemies when you have the chance. If you do not kill me now, you will come to regret it. I swear I will take revenge.¡± ¡°Oh, how surprising. I didn¡¯t expect you to still have such a mouth on you.¡± Glinda was not at all intimidated and even flicked Irene¡¯s left nipple. ¡°Agh¡­I swear I will kill you.¡± Irene glared up with the deadly intensity of an injured animal, but Glinda only shrugged. ¡°Fine. If you still refuse to fall, then I will have to pull out all the stops.¡± Glinda looked back and Vloodvane nodded with a smile. With her master¡¯s permission, Glinda happily pulled a bottle seemingly out of nowhere. It contained a beautiful translucent liquid. ¡°This is a very expensive aphrodisiac made from the nectar of the banshee flower. Mix a few spoonfuls into the most chaste lady¡¯s drink and she¡¯ll be riding the nearest cock in no time.¡± Glinda poured the aphrodisiac into a glass, mixed it with some wine, and carried it to Irene¡¯s mouth. Irene of course squeezed her lips shut and clenched her teeth to keep that indecent stuff out of her mouth, but Glinda¡¯s left hand pinched her nose. Unable to breathe, the swordswoman¡¯s white cheeks grew red and swelled out. She held her breath for a while, but she finally opened her mouth for air. The aphrodisiac liquid poured in and she choked as it went down. ¡°Gasp, gulp, gulp, gulp¡­¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t it wonderfully sweet? They say good medicine is always bitter, but a good aphrodisiac is always sweet.¡± Some spilled out the corner of her mouth, but she had still swallowed most of it. She was so shaken that the strength in her eyes wavered. She was confident in her ability to bear with any amount of physical pain, but she must have realized she had no resistance to being drugged. Pleased by how shaken the woman was, Glinda stuck her middle and ring fingers into the bottle to scoop out the nectar. ¡°This I will rub directly into her filthy pussy.¡± Glinda¡¯s fingers thoroughly rubbed the banshee flower nectar all across Irene¡¯s sensitive flesh. ¡°And just because I am nice, I will rub some in your ass as well.¡± Irene¡¯s anus was still loose after Millia had fucked it so hard, so it easily swallowed Glinda¡¯s slender middle finger. She moved the finger around to rub the nectar around before pulling it out. ¡°Uh¡­¡± ¡°Well? Yearning for something thick in there yet?¡± ¡°N-not a chance¡­¡± ¡°Oh, still putting on a strong face? But why are you sweating so much? And your knees are trembling and turning inwards. You want to rub your thighs together, don¡¯t you? Hee hee. You can enjoy an entire night like this. You should be much more obedient after that.¡± When Glinda and Irene glared at each other and surrounded themselves with intimidating auras, Vloodvane gestured Millia over. When Millia obediently walked over, he pulled the double-headed dildo out of her and put his real penis in her instead. ¡°Ahn¡­¡± Glinda stiffened when she heard Millia¡¯s moan. When she heard a rhythmic noise, she looked back to find Vloodvane fucking Millia in the missionary position. ¡°Eh? Wh-why would you do that, Master Vloodvane? If you could not wait any longer, you could have just used my pussy.¡± The female trainer¡¯s coldhearted look was gone and she wiggled her butt while pleading with him. That dramatic transformation caught Irene by surprise. ¡°You seemed busy training Irene over there. Plus, I need to leave soon for business.¡± ¡°Ahh, but¡­my pussy is already soaked. Are you planning to replace me with Millia? Is that it?¡± Glinda held her finger in her mouth and gave the girl a jealous look, but Vloodvane only smiled bitterly. ¡°Well, if you insist. Okay, Glinda, stick your ass out over here.¡± ¡°Is this to your liking?¡± Glinda happily stripped naked, lay down on top of Millia, and stuck her butt out toward Vloodvane. Her labia were just as soaked as she had claimed they were. She had trained Millia into an obedient fucktoy and ruled over the girl like a queen, but all of that melted away when she was in front of him. She was just another of his fucktoys. Vloodvane alternately penetrated the two vaginas and enjoyed the difference between Glinda¡¯s well-trained one and Millia¡¯s relatively undeveloped one. ¡°Ahh! Y-yes. Your cock feels even more incredible than usual today.¡± ¡°Ahh¡­ A real penis is so much warmer.¡± Glinda and Millia alternatively took his dick, one of them joyously and the other reluctantly. This confirmed Irene¡¯s fears for what Vloodvane had been doing to Millia. She could tell her student had simply given up trying to fight it. (Oh, Millia. You were forced to grow up too fast.) Irene still thought of her as a child, so this treatment was simply too much. And yet Irene¡¯s inner thighs were glistening like someone had rubbed butter on them. Watching Millia had made her vicariously experience the sex the girl was having. The effect would not have been the same if she was still a virgin, but now that she had experienced it one, her body knew what it was like to be penetrated by a cock. Her inner flesh throbbed, her vagina contracted, and her womb cried out. A seemingly endless supply of love juices flowed out and her entire body begged for a penis as soon as possible. If her hands were not chained above her, she would have stuck her fingers in her vagina and masturbated wildly. Not being allowed to masturbate and being ignored while under the aphrodisiac¡¯s effects was utter agony, so she felt intensely jealous of Glinda and Millia for getting to enjoy Vloodvane¡¯s penis like that. When his penis entered Millia¡¯s vagina, he used two fingers on Glinda¡¯s and vice-versa. That allowed him to skillfully bring both of them to climax. And he finally squirted his hot semen inside both of them. ¡°Ahh, how lovely!¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m cumming!¡± Glinda and Millia orgasmed at about the same time and passed out, but Vloodvane¡¯s penis remained just as hard and erect as before. He walked over to Irene and viewed the enchained woman from head to toe. Her eyes were so damp she seemed to have a high fever. Her entire body glistened with a sexual sweat, her breasts were swollen, and the nipples at the tips were painfully erect. A look at her lower body showed love juices dripping out like she had wet herself. It had soaked her white thighs and her dark blue stockings. And at her crotch, the outer lips were spread open, revealing the inner lips. The clitoris that Glinda had uncovered was also swollen. ¡°Irene, you look like you are suffering.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She could not open her mouth. Because she was afraid of what she would say if she did. ¡°Make the Oath of the Sword to me and I will put this in you right here and now. And like last time, I will continue fucking you until your hips give out, your rational mind shatters, and you piss yourself.¡± ¡°¡­No, thanks¡­¡± She carefully responded with just those two words, but Vloodvane appeared satisfied. ¡°Hee hee. Impressive willpower. But what else should I expect from a Master Swordswoman? And that is precisely what makes you worth making mine.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I would love to play with the three of you forever, but I am a busy man. There is somewhere I must go, so goodnight, Irene, my future loyal aide.¡± Just before he left, his small fingertip lightly stroked her across her labia. That was all, yet¡­ ¡°H-hyaaaaaahhhh¡­¡± She looked up toward heaven and screamed while her body convulsed in its restraints. Her body had been ignored for a while now, so this had been like pricking an overinflated balloon with a small pin. Drool flowed from her lips and her breasts jiggled as she leaned back. Love juices squirted from her vulva like she was urinating and her chained body shook. Once it was over, her head slumped down. A steaming puddle of sexual fluid had formed on the cold dungeon stone below her feet. She had wet herself once more. ¡°Good morning. Such a pleasant day, isn¡¯t it? Hee hee. Perfect fucktoy-training weather.¡± Once morning arrived, Glinda arrived in Irene¡¯s cell with a naked Millia following her. Vloodvane was not with them. He must have left for whatever business he had mentioned the day before. Glinda wore her evening dress impeccably and she was in a good mood. It seemed witches were the same as anyone else in one way: a solid round of fucking with someone you loved put you in a good mood the following day. Irene, on the other hand, could not hide the exhaustion on her face. The inner side of her stockings were worn through because she had spent all night rubbing her inner thighs together to bear with the carnal throbbing, but no matter how aroused her body was, rubbing her thighs together was not enough for a satisfying orgasm. It only served to make her hornier and hornier. ¡°So how do you feel after a night alone with the banshee flower nectar?¡± ¡°Ah, ahh, ahhh¡­¡± When she saw Glinda¡¯s face, Irene¡¯s lips trembled like someone lost in the desert seeking water. The witch was extremely satisfied by that. ¡°Millia, remove her fetters.¡± Glinda had left the ring of keys in Millia¡¯s care, so the girl kneeled at Irene¡¯s feet and removed the fetters. Then Glinda walked over to dazed Irene. The change was instantaneous. Irene¡¯s beautifully long leg flew through the air. The high kick caught Glinda in the side of the head. Glinda did not ¨C no, could not ¨C resist the power off the blow and was sent flying, but that was fortunate. If she had tried to hold her ground, the blow might very well have sent her through the gates to the underworld. But Irene was not going to overlook this chance. Both her legs wrapped around Glinda¡¯s neck like serpents. Glinda¡¯s nose and mouth were pressed tightly against Irene¡¯s labia, which suffocated her. ¡°Kh, nhh, nhh¡­¡± Glinda questioned herself while her mind grew hazy. Had she grown careless? She had forced this woman to drink banshee flower nectar, rubbed it on her vulva and even her exposed clitoris, and then left her to endure the agony all night long, so how was she supposed to have predicted the woman¡¯s legs could still move that quickly? Glinda knew she would not have been able to think about anything but sex if that was done to her. She was confident she would have masturbated like made for three days and three nights and stuck her ass out and wiggled it around for any man she saw. She had enough skill in magic to be proud of, but she was apparently a complete amateur when it came to martial arts. She could only struggle futilely while Irene¡¯s legs restrained her. But this also affected Irene. She had spent a night of neglect while under the effects of the aphrodisiac and Glinda¡¯s face was now pressed against the vulva that had so desired stimulation. The rubbing of the woman¡¯s long nose just about sent her to heaven. And if she orgasmed, even Irene would relax her legs and release Glinda. Then there would never be another chance at escape. ¡°Nhh, nhh¡­¡± ¡°Ah, ahh, ahh!¡± Irene did indeed cum and her legs went limp. Glinda was freed and collapsed to the floor. Glinda had actually passed out well before this. The second half of their ¡°struggle¡± had really just been Irene masturbating with Glinda¡¯s face. Irene blushed when she realized that, but she was in no position to just sit around. She desperately called out to her student who had watched the struggle with a blank look. ¡°Millia, Millia, Millia, hurry up and remove my chains!¡± Some focus returned to Millia¡¯s eyes when Irene called out to her. Or maybe she was just used to being given orders after undergoing Glinda¡¯s training. Her expression remained blank as she found the keys for Irene¡¯s various restraints and removed them. ¡°Millia, it¡¯ll be okay now. Pull yourself together.¡± Once freed, Irene hugged Millia and shook the girl¡¯s shoulders. That finally brought Millia¡¯s eyes gradually back into focus. ¡°Irene, Irene, Irene¡­ I knew you would come rescue me.¡± She nestled against Irene¡¯s chest and sobbed like a child. They hugged each other and felt each other¡¯s warmth to convince each other they were safe, but they were far from safe yet. ¡°That bastard is gone today, isn¡¯t he?¡± ¡°Eh? You mean Master Vloodvane? Yes, he said there was going to be a major coup among the leaders of Ralfint, so he wants to intervene to keep General Daist indebted to him.¡± ¡°I honestly don¡¯t even care about any of that. Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± The immediate threat was gone, but it was all for naught if Vloodvane returned. Irene stood up, walked over to unconscious Glinda, stripped off the woman¡¯s clothes, and handed the evening dress to Millia. ¡°Millia, put this on. You can¡¯t walk around outside in the nude.¡± ¡°But what about you?¡± Millia took the evening dress, but did not like the idea of being the only one with clothing to wear. ¡°Not to worry. I can use her underwear.¡± Irene immediately regretted that decision when she saw the underwear Glinda was wearing. It was sexy lingerie. The bra was an open-cup style that did not actually cover anything and the panties were an open-crotch style that were left open there. Worse, they were a thong in the back. That meant the underwear did not actually cover anything she wanted to cover up. The woman had been wearing normal underwear with a sexy design the day before, so why did she have to be wearing such obscene underwear today? ¡°¡­¡± Irene was dumbfounded, but when she sensed Millia¡¯s worried look, she felt the need to put the girl at ease. She stole Glinda¡¯s underwear and swiftly put it on like it did not bother her at all. It felt gross putting on the underwear someone else had just been wearing, but she had bigger issues to worry about. Irene might seem above it all, but even she lacked the courage to walk into town naked. ¡°Okay, let¡¯s get going.¡± Irene acted confident in that extremely indecent underwear, but it was all an act. ¡°I-I suppose I have¡­no choice.¡± She looked down at her indecent appearance and sighed. As lingerie, it naturally did not try to hide her bodylines, the open bust meant her breasts were fully exposed, what little cup it did have was made of lace, and it only functioned to push her breasts forward to shape them. The open-crotch panties left her slit entirely exposed and anyone looking at her from the front would immediately be able to tell her labia were visible. The thong back left her large butt entirely exposed. Glinda must have been wearing this underwear so that Vloodvane could have sex with her at any time. She put in a lot of effort to keep that beloved man interested in her. That seemed like a pathetic form of female passion to Irene. Plus, if Glinda knew Irene felt any pity for her, it would have hurt her pride and sent her into a rage. Glinda hated pity and sympathy more than anything. Irene wore that indecent underwear with her long gloves and stockings which were both badly torn. That meant she was not hiding the parts that should be hidden and she was hiding some parts that need not be hidden. She felt like this was even more embarrassing than being naked, yet she also felt like it was better than nothing. It was a complicated feeling. And whether or not she liked it herself, she had the body to pull it off. Sexy lingerie was designed to make a woman look even more beautiful than while nude and to inspire lust, so she was looking even more sexy than while nude. Plus, the way she tried so hard to suppress the embarrassment and feign calm added to her attraction. ¡°My god, you¡¯re hot.¡± Irene¡¯s sexiness was just about too much for Millia who wore only an evening dress over her bare skin. ¡°If we wait around, that bastard will return. We need to escape before then.¡± Irene tried to forget that she was wearing such a hopelessly shameless outfit and decided to first escape this castle. ¡°Oh, wait.¡± Millia ran over to Glinda who was lying naked and unconscious on the floor after having her clothes stolen. Irene would have preferred to finish her off, but she unfortunately did not have a blade. However, she smiled bitterly when she realized what Millia was doing. Millia restrained Glinda with exactly the same shackles and fetters that had held Irene. She also tore off the hem of her evening dress and stuffed it in the woman¡¯s mouth as a gag. Speaking aloud was crucially important for magical incantations, so a gagged witch was like a swordless swordswoman. ¡°Heh hehh. That should do it. Now she can¡¯t chase after us even if she comes to. Let¡¯s get going.¡± After chaining up Glinda, Milia gave a satisfied look at the witch who had tormented her and clapped her hands together to brush them off. Irene smiled at this glimpse of Millia¡¯s usual personality returning, but she immediately erased the smile from her face and walked over. ¡°Millia, that isn¡¯t quite enough. Didn¡¯t I teach you to be thorough in everything you do?¡± Irene grabbed the dildos that had tormented them so and shoved them into Glinda¡¯s vagina and ass. ¡°Nhh¡­nhhh¡­¡± Glinda slowly opened her eyes, likely due to the sensation in her lower stomach. ¡°Oh, come to already?¡± Glinda was shocked to see Irene standing over her with a cold smile on her lips, so she quickly checked on her surroundings. She went pale when she realized she was chained up and Irene was free. And Irene smiled while holding a third dildo right in front of Glinda¡¯s face. Even Millia felt a chill down her spine at how fearsome a smile it was. ¡°Nh, nh, nhh!¡± Realizing what Irene intended to do, Glinda widened her eyes and desperately shook her head. Just one of these dildos was quite thick, so if a single narrow passageway had two shoved into it, there was a real danger of it tearing. But Irene cared not a whit for the woman¡¯s wellbeing and prepared to shove another dildo between the labia already containing one. ¡°Nhh!¡± Glinda desperately tried to plead with her despite the gag. What Irene was doing here was not the sort of training Glinda did; it was torture. The intense pain felt like being torn in two from the crotch, so Glinda¡¯s restrained body convulsed and tears flooded from her eyes. And finally, Irene¡¯s strength forced the second dildo into Glinda¡¯s vagina. Liquid exploded from the witch¡¯s crotch and her head slumped back down. This was the second time Glinda had pissed herself and passed out from Irene¡¯s torment. Glinda was naked and chained up with two dildoes in her vagina and one in her ass and her lower body was wet with urine. ¡°Eek¡­¡± Millia actually felt bad for Glinda after seeing this, but Irene shook the drops from her hands and looked back at her student like nothing had happened. ¡°Now, we can¡¯t hang around here for long. We really do need to hurry out of here.¡± After readily performing such a cruel action, Irene turned around. Once she and Millia left that room, they ran out of the castle. Meanwhile, Millia made a mental note to never make Irene angry. Chapter 6 - Escape Chapter 6 - Escape ¡°Pant, gasp, pant.¡± After escaping Vloodvane¡¯s grasp in a stroke of good luck, Irene and Millia left the castle and ran toward the village at the foot of the mountain. The half-naked girl and woman raced through the mottled sunlight filtered through the forest leaves. Some might have mistaken them for fairies of the forest, although they were dressed quit provocatively for fairies. Millia only wore a black evening dress as she ran. Thanks to the torn hem and the way her feet kicked up behind her, her healthy thighs came into view and sometimes even her jiggling ass was exposed. Irene wore an open-cup bra, an open-crotch thong, long gloves, and long boots, so her shapely bare breasts jiggled as she moved and her crotch was exposed to the wind. All they could do was run and run and run while praying Vloodvane did not catch up to them. They had already challenged Vloodvane with their swords and lost. Plus, they did not even have their swords now. If he caught up, they knew they had no chance of winning a fight. And once they were recaptured, they would be ¡°trained¡± once more. And another chance at escape would not be so forthcoming. They had to get away from that castle and put together some kind of plan. Once in a village, Vloodvane would not be able to do anything too crazy. Then they could summon the swordswomen of Beatrice and burn down Carell Castle. Irene decided to forget she was wearing sexy lingerie, but that was easier said than done. Her large and beautiful breasts danced with her every move and the wind tickled her labia. This was a first for her, so she could not help but feel worried. The thought of someone seeing her like this embarrassed her so much she thought her body would ignite. If she ran across a hunter and he raped her here, he was bound to insist she had been ¡°asking for it¡±. ¡°Pant, gasp, pant.¡± And her heavy breathing was due to more than the exertion of running. The aphrodisiac made from banshee flower nectar was still in effect. A sensual tingling would occasionally race maddeningly around her body. That caused her to lag behind Millia who was running with all her youthful energy. ¡°Are you okay, Irene? Should we take a break?¡± Millia gave her a worried look. ¡°I-I¡¯m fine. Th-this is nothing¡­pant, gasp, ahn, pant.¡± It was obvious she was putting on a strong face in front of Millia. She was usually so calm and composed, but her cheeks were flushed to a feverish extent and her legs were shockingly unsteady for such a skilled swordswoman. But more than any of that, her toxically sexy lingerie meant her erect nipples and crotch glistening with love juices were visible for all to see. Millia knew all too well what was happening to Irene¡¯s body ¡°Okay.¡± Millia kindly pretended not to notice. ¡°But once we get to the village, let¡¯s take a bath at the inn. Washing off that drug should help.¡± ¡°Good idea, nhh.¡± Irene gave a brief response, but she could run no longer. She slowed almost to a stop while rubbing her inner thighs together and wiggling her butt side to side. Her head was pounding and her mind was cloudy. Unable to take another step, she leaned against a tree. ¡°Nh, pant, gasp, nhh.¡± She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and tried to suppress the heat in her body. She had endured this intense desire all night long. No, she had been forced to. The chains on her arms and legs had kept her from masturbating, so she had had no other option. But her arms and legs were free now. She was dumbfounded when she looked down at her crotch. The translucent open-crotch panties were so wet they only functioned as a decoration for her hips. The sight was unbelievably sexual. She felt so pathetic running away in fear of pursuit while dressed like this. She looked up in an attempt to suppress the tears, but they dripped down her cheeks regardless. She gulped and released an undeniably heated breath. She could not help it. She knew this was not the time or the place, but she could not move another step until she had masturbated to her heart¡¯s content and orgasmed at least once. (But what if Millia sees me doing it here?) ¡°Gulp.¡± Irene¡¯s willpower was said to be as strong as steel, but it succumbed to her carnal desire here. She focused on those shameful thoughts while reaching a trembling hand to her heated crotch. And she touched it. ¡°Ahh¡­¡± It felt good. Nothing more than her fingertips touching her labia blanked out her mind and brought her to heaven. And with no thoughts remaining in her head, she could only obey her instincts and continue masturbating. ¡°Irene?¡± After running on ahead, Millia realized Irene was not following her and turned back. She found the woman leaning against a tree, groping a breast with one hand, and fingering herself with the other hand. ¡°Pant, pant¡­I¡¯m sorry, Millia. Just¡­just give me a little time. If I¡­if I cum just once, I should calm down enough to keep going.¡± When Irene saw Millia there, tears welled up on her flushed face and she pleaded with the girl. And her hands did not slow down as she did so. The uncertain look on Millia¡¯s face filled Irene with guilt which only heightened her lust. She was giving into her desire in front of the adorable student who trusted her so thoroughly. This was different from being defeated and raped or being imprisoned and tormented. No one was making her do this. She had succumbed to her lust and started masturbating all on her own. This had to have destroyed all of the trust, respect, and love Millia had for her. Irene had asked Millia to let her cum once, but she had already cum several times and her body¡¯s throbbing showed no sign of dying down. (Ahh, I¡¯m so sorry, Millia. There¡¯s no coming back from this. Abandon this shameful woman and get away from here as fast as you can.) Irene hoped the girl would pick up on that from her behavior while she shut her eyes and continued masturbating. ¡°Ah!¡± She cried out in despair when something stopped the finger she was using to knead her clitoris. She looked down in confusion and saw Millia holding her finger. Irene shook her head to tell the girl to let her continue masturbating. ¡°I¡¯ll help you out.¡± Millia kneeled in front of her, brushed aside the hand in her crotch, and buried her face there instead. ¡°Ahh, ahh, nhhh.¡± Millia¡¯s tongue felt so much better than her own fingers. What little rational thought she had left told her that moaning too loud could lead Vloodvane to them, so she bit her thumb to suppress her voice. Millia had been forced to perform cunnilingus on Glinda countless times, so she knew how best to orally pleasure a woman. But now she used that technique to satisfy her beloved teacher as an act of love. She licked up along and inside Irene¡¯s slit several times. Millia kept her body between Irene¡¯s smooth thighs, pumped two fingers in and out of the woman¡¯s vagina, and drank of her beloved teacher¡¯s nectar. Before long, she had stuck her hand below her cocktail dress to finger her own crotch while moving her tongue so vigorously. ¡°Ahh, Millia¡­¡± The pleasure was so great that Irene could not support herself against the tree and her knees gave out. Then she pulled Millia¡¯s head in close and sucked at those lips that were sticky with her own love juices. ¡°Was that enough to satisfy you?¡± Once the kiss was over, Millia wrapped her arms lovingly around Irene¡¯s neck. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m feeling much better thanks to you. But what about you? How are you feeling?¡± Millia had swallowed Irene¡¯s love juices and that would have included the banshee flower nectar rubbed into Irene¡¯s crotch. ¡°Ah ha ha. This is nothing. I can handle it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t push yourself too hard, Millia. You don¡¯t have to act tough for me, okay?¡± After that, Irene rolled onto her back and pulled Millia¡¯s hips toward her face. ¡°Ahn!¡± When Irene buried her face in the girl¡¯s crotch, Millia¡¯s body jumped in response while she closed her eyes and moaned. Irene was a little hesitant to lick at another woman¡¯s vulva, but once she started, that faint resistance vanished and she started making lewd wet sounds as she licked. ¡°Ahh! Irene, you¡¯re so good at this.¡± Milla trembled with joy. Vloodvane and Glinda had superior technique, but when it was her beloved Irene doing it, the pleasure was so much greater. They eventually situated themselves in a sideways 69 position and used each other¡¯s thigh as a pillow while eating each other out in the mottled sunlight filtered through the leaves. But this moment of newfound peace was not to last long. ¡°Hey, check this out.¡± It was a lovely afternoon. After losing their leader, a group of five bandits were seriously considering turning over a new leaf. Seeing a single warrior woman so easily take out so many large men had been a shock. If it had happened once, they could chalk it up to being unlucky and running across an incredible enemy. But that did not work when it happened twice. When one of them called to the other four, they looked over and their jaws dropped. They thought they were dreaming at first. Two half-naked women were in the 69 position and entirely focused on each other¡¯s crotches. The women were getting more and more into it while unaware they were being spied on. ¡°Wait, I recognize them.¡± Once of the bandits told the others what he had realized. That was the girl that had captured them and let them go and the woman who had cut down their leader and abandoned them. ¡°No fucking way!¡± They all thought that, but those two had left an indelible impression on them. But why were they engaged in lesbian sex out here in the woods? Normally, two half-naked women having lesbian sex would look like an excellent target to the bandits, but they knew all too well how absurdly strong these two were. They felt like dogs forbidden from eating the delicious food in front of their eyes and they stared greedily at what seemed like a midday mirage. ¡°Gulp.¡± The bandits grew intensely aroused as they watched. How could they not with two sexy women going at it in front of them? ¡°I can¡¯t just watch like this.¡± The youngest of the bandits stood up. ¡°Wait, hold on.¡± ¡°I¡¯m going too.¡± ¡°Tch. Let¡¯s do this then.¡± Once the first bandit walked out, the rest soon followed. All five of them ended up approaching the women focused on their outdoor lesbian sex. Two of the men circled behind the women, pulled out their dicks, grabbed the women¡¯s asses, and penetrated them without any foreplay. ¡°Wha-!?¡± ¡°Ahn!¡± Millia and Irene had been so focused on licking and fingering each other that they had not noticed the men until this very moment. They suddenly saw a penis in front of them and then a different one penetrated their labia. They were both already wet, so the penises easily plunged deep inside them. Irene and Millia were unsure what had even happened until they saw a hard cock pumping in and out of the vagina in front of their eyes. After about ten thrusts, the intruders came. The shafts throbbed and the women could feel a sticky liquid pumping inside them. They could feel the image before their eyes also happening to their own lower body. And once the penises were pulled out, a milky liquid dripped out and onto their faces. These bandits had been easily defeated by these swordswomen before, but apparently third time¡¯s the charm when it comes to sexual assault. ¡°What are you doing out here, ladies?¡± ¡°Looks like fun. Mind if we join in?¡± Irene and Millia looked around to see ten male legs standing there. ¡°¡­!¡± Surprised and panicked, Irene and Millia tried to stand up and fight, but their hips were too weak. The hips were the foundation of so much in human life and not being able to move them was devastating for martial arts. Before they could get up, different men from before grabbed them from behind and thrust into them despite the cum already inside. Irene could not believe she had been careless enough to allow these men to get close enough to penetrate her before she noticed their presence. Especially when she was so afraid of Vloodvane pursuing them. She raised her head while on all fours with a man¡¯s hands on her hips and dick in her vagina. She was defenseless now, but she hoped she could steal this man¡¯s weapon and escape this crisis. ¡°Not so fast. Try anything funny and I¡¯ll stick you with this.¡± To Irene¡¯s surprise, the sword held in front of her face was her Raiment Render. ¡°Eh heh heh. Nice sword, ain¡¯t it? First we find this thing and then some half-naked chicks stick their asses out for us. Our luck is really turning around.¡± Untrained bandits threatening a Master Swordswoman with her own blade was such a ridiculous sight that it would have brought tears to the eyes of Jelcrinas, the master swordsmith who had presented her with the blade. But knowing that old man, the sexual part of the scene might have made him watch on with delight instead. ¡°Kh.¡± Irene groaned with regret and stayed down on her hands and knees. But not because she had succumbed to the metal sword held threateningly in front of her. She had succumbed to the pleasure from her vagina. This was apparently what her body had wanted. Millia¡¯s tongue had been incredible, but it was no match for a solid cock. ¡°Heh heh. That¡¯s a woman for you. Stick a sword in her face and she¡¯ll do whatever you say.¡± The bandit brandishing the weapon was satisfied with their superior position. He was wrong about the reason, but Irene did not have it in her to explain right now. The bandits did not have the technique Vloodvane had used to teach her the pleasures of her body. These were rough and unrefined movements. But that roughness was exactly what her aphrodisiac-affected body wanted. She wanted to become a mere animal while she was fucked rough and hard. Since she was on all fours, her breasts looked bigger than normal and those white masses jiggled each time the cock pounded into her from behind. ¡°Ahh!¡± Once the bandit came on his own, he pulled out his flaccid penis. Then a different bandit entered her with no concern for the previous bandit¡¯s sticky cum inside her. ¡°Ah, ah¡­¡± She wrinkled her brow while bearing with the pleasure of being fucked from behind like an animal and the bandits were shaken by how sexy that expression was. Her coldhearted expression from their previous meeting had been seared into their minds, so this one looked all the more seductive to them. Meanwhile, Millia was also being fucked by a thick flesh sword, but things were a little different there. ¡°Eh!?¡± She was surprised to suddenly have a penis inside her, but she looked even more surprised when she saw the rustic man doing it. ¡°Ahh, you!?¡± ¡°Eh heh heh heh. Nice to see you again.¡± The bandit scratched his head apologetically when he realized she recognized him. ¡°You saw me down there last time, didn¡¯t you? I swore I was going to punch you the next time I saw you and this isn¡¯t exactly changing my mind. I hope you¡¯re ready! Ahh.¡± Millia bravely swung up her fist, but the bandit picked up her small body and placed her down in his cross-legged lap to stop her. ¡°You gave us quite a show back there. Your pretty pussy is burned into my mind and that image got me through some lonely nights.¡± ¡°Ugh.¡± He seemed to mean that as a compliment, but she had trouble taking it that way. ¡°You want this, don¡¯t you? This has gotta feel a hell of a lot better than a woman¡¯s little tongue.¡± ¡°Irene¡¯s tongue is a million times better.¡± The bandit ignored her and pulled down her evening dress. Since she was not wearing any underwear, her healthy boobs spilled right on out. ¡°Whew, that¡¯s what I¡¯m talking about. Your tits are as big as your heart.¡± The impressed bandit grabbed her large breasts in his hands and massaged them. Irene and Millia were both being raped by the bandits, but the bandits were treating them very differently. They were mercilessly fucking Irene while only interested in getting off, but they worked to pleasure Millia to make sure she did not feel any pain. ¡°Enjoying yourself?¡± ¡°I was until¡­ahh¡­you showed up.¡± The bandits had not turned over a new leaf like Millia had asked them to, but they had not forgotten that she had saved them either. In a way, they had fallen for her. Of course, if they truly cared for her, they would not have been doing this in the first place. They told themselves they would stop if she resisted, but she was still too weak and traumatized from her kidnapping to put up a fight. But the bandits took that lack of resistance as a desire for their cocks, so they happily thrust inside her and stirred her up inside to pleasure her. ¡°Kh, you¡¯ve got a ton of folds inside you and you¡¯re so damn tight. I¡¯ve never felt such a great pussy.¡± ¡°Th-thank you.¡± Millia politely responded to the compliment without thinking, which only made the bandits love her even more. ¡°We¡¯re all in love with you and we lost our last boss, so how about you be our new boss? We¡¯ll do anything for you. And we¡¯ll all work hard to pleasure you, so you¡¯ll never spend a night alone again.¡± ¡°That sounds like hell. And I don¡¯t like doing bad things anyway.¡± ¡°How could this be hell?¡± The bandit massaged her breast with one hand and lowered the other. His rough fingertips searched out her clitoris. Millia¡¯s clit was her most sensitive point, so she climaxed in no time. ¡°Ahh¡­stop that. That¡¯s too sensitive.¡± ¡°We won¡¯t stop. Not until you agree to be our new leader.¡± ¡°Eek!¡± Millia¡¯s body was unbearably sensitive after what Glinda had done to it. Her large clit naturally poked out of its hood and the man¡¯s thorough rubbing of it was too much for her. Meanwhile, the rape of Irene was growing even worse. The bandits were at least making a misguided attempt at pleasuring Millia, but they simply pounded their hips roughly at Irene from behind. They were dead set on thoroughly fucking the proud and coldhearted woman who had killed their leader. Doing it from behind was probably meant to be more humiliating for her. And since they felt none of the fondness for her that they felt for Millia, they were more aggressive in every way. Their powerful thrusting eventually caused her hips to completely give out, so she collapsed flat on the ground. But she was not allowed much of a rest before they forcibly picked her up and placed her on the penis of a man lying on his back. One bandit spread her legs and lifted her by the back of the knees, but he stopped before the penis left her vagina and moved her in a slow circle to widen her vaginal opening. ¡°Ahh¡­¡± The visual was incredible. A mixture of love juices and semen flowed endlessly from her labia and down the penis. When they saw that obscene image, Irene¡¯s eyes widened, Millia was dumbfounded, and the bandits gulped. The man below her reached out to pinch and massage her clitoris. ¡°Ahh¡­ah¡­ahhhhhh!¡± ¡°My arms are getting tired, so start moving your own hips.¡± The man holding her from behind suddenly let go, so her hips naturally dropped down along the penis inside her. ¡°Ah, ah¡­nh¡­nh, ah! Ahh, ah.¡± It almost felt like the dick had penetrated her from the opening of her vagina to her brain, so her eyes widened and waves of orgasm washed over her. She subconsciously moved her hips so roughly the bandits were taken aback. She moved her full body weight up and down with such force they wondered if she was trying to crush the man beneath her. ¡°Ahhh, I¡¯m cumming, I¡¯m cumming, I¡¯m cumming again!¡± Her unfocused eyes looked up into the sky, her black hair clung to her beautiful white skin, her breasts danced in the summer sunlight, and her flying sweat glittered like jewels. ¡°Whew, I¡¯d heard proud women were great in bed, but this is more than I ever imagined.¡± The bandits waiting their turn gulped at how sexual Irene was acting. ¡°Grab this.¡± ¡°Mine too.¡± They had Irene hold and stroke a cock in each hand. The bandit below her released his cum inside her orgasming body. ¡°Is this what you wanted, you horny slut!?¡± Horny and slut were so far removed from Irene¡¯s usual image, but not even she could deny it fit how she was behaving. (This is the drug¡¯s doing. It¡¯s all the drug. So there¡¯s nothing I can do. I can¡¯t stop my hips from moving or my crotch from throbbing.) Irene desperately tried to convince herself of that while she devoured the penises. The combination of the ecstasy on her face and the rubbing of her hands sent lots of cum shooting from the two bandits receiving handjobs and their hot semen splattered all over her body. And a different liquid sprayed into the air as well. ¡°Oh, wow. Did you see that? This woman just squirted.¡± ¡°Yeah, I saw it. It really flew, didn¡¯t it? I¡¯ve never seen a woman squirt before, but I had heard it was only the really horny women that do it. Guess that¡¯s true.¡± ¡°Kh¡­¡± The bandits¡¯ discussion made Irene blush. Vloodvane had made it so she could no longer climax without squirting. And that squirting only ignited a further flame of lust within the bandits. ¡°C¡¯mon, do it again, Lady Squirter.¡± ¡°Ahh¡­wait.¡± Master Swordswoman Irene was known as the Sword Dancer, the Blade Ballerina, and the Moon Slicing Princess, but now it seemed Lady Squirter had been added to the list. That horribly indecent name brought tears of shame to her eyes, but she could not argue with it either. ¡°Okay, Lady Squirter, let¡¯s make use of that other hole.¡± She felt someone grab her hips from behind without warning and then a dick pushed into her ass. ¡°Ah¡­ah, ahh.¡± ¡°Oh, Lady Squirter, this is pretty great. You act all proper, but you like it up the ass, don¡¯t you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± The man¡¯s penis was smaller than the dildo Millia had used, so her anus swallowed it with ease. That said, she was still not used to the odd feeling of having something in there. Cold sweat soaked her body and her strength was sapped from her. ¡°Okay, you can suck me off.¡± Another was shoved deep down her throat like the man had mistaken her mouth for a vagina. And when he came deep in her throat, she gagged and had to swallow it. ¡°Oh, she¡¯s squirting again. Fuck, I can feel the warm liquid on my balls. It¡¯s like just my nuts are soaking in the bath.¡± Ecstasy covered the bandit¡¯s face. ¡°Is it really that good? Let me try. C¡¯mon, get squirting.¡± Another bandit entered her vagina, lifted up her thighs, pounded on her cervix, and generally violated her body so violently she thought he was trying to break right through her. ¡°Ahh.¡± Irene squirted again. Now it may have just been her body crying out in protest by urinating, but the provocative image was enough to satisfy the bandits. ¡°Oh, that is great. I never knew sex could feel like this.¡± After that, they each entered her and thrust their hips as hard as they could to try and get her to squirt. She was in an appalling state as a woman, but it had an irresistible charm for the bandits. They sensed a masochism in her not found in Millia and it drew out their sadism. All of the bandits had incredible stamina. Like Millia had pointed out, bandits were on the bottom rung of society. And if they were not making much money, they would have no chance of getting laid. They were all pent-up as could be. ¡°Wait, stop that! Don¡¯t be mean to Irene!¡± Millia pleaded with them, but the bandits were too ruled by desire to listen. They made some effort to pleasure Millia, but their own pleasure was their only concern when it came to Irene. ¡°Oh, I get it. Coldhearted Lady Squirter over there must have tricked you and forced you to do that lesbian stuff with her.¡± ¡°What? No! That isn¡¯t even close to true, so leave her alone!¡± Millia earnestly begged them, but the bandits had no interest in the truth and continued to torment Irene. In fact, their invented scenario made them treat her even worse. With a dick thrusting into Irene¡¯s vagina, anus, and mouth all at once, they moved their hips with no concern for her wellbeing and pumped their semen inside her. ¡°Ahh, no. If you keep this up, Irene¡¯s going to die. She¡¯s really going to die. Irene, Irene! Are you okay!?¡± It was unclear if Irene could even hear Millia¡¯s voice because her expression had grown blank while the men raped her. Only unwanted pleasure could be seen in her eyes. ¡°If you agree to be our leader, then you could order us to stop.¡± ¡°No, Irene wouldn¡¯t like it if I became a bad guy. Oh, but if I don¡¯t do it¡­¡± Millia knew how dashing Irene looked in action, so it was far too sad to see the woman soaked with cum and repeatedly pissing herself. The bandits were continuing to rape Millia in turn as well, but she was more worried about making them stop attacking her teacher. When one came inside her, another would soon enter her. They were gentler than with Irene, but that was the only real difference. ¡°Ahhhh!¡± ¡°Hell yeah! She just squirted again. But not as much this time. Is she almost out?¡± The sun had fully set, but the bandits were still taking turns raping Irene and Millia. The five men had each cum four times inside both of them. They had started a campfire, cooked some meat, and started drinking. They enjoyed cheap drinks and snacks while watching Irene being tormented by one of their fellow bandits. It seemed like the insanity would continue forever, but it met a sudden and unexpected end. The bandit raping Irene was decapitated at about the exact same time as the one raping Millia was decapitated. ¡°What!?¡± The drunk and partying bandits were shocked, but the rest of their heads started flying off into the air while blood sprayed out. ¡°Honestly, I didn¡¯t realize the two of you were into orgies.¡± Vloodvane stood with his back to the moon and a bitter smile on his lips while five gruesome corpses lay around him. That legendary mage was undoubtedly the one to have killed the bandits. They had been given a second chance and chosen to rape instead, so this was their just deserts. But at the same time, Irene and Millia had lost their last chance at freedom. This was about the worst timing to meet Vloodvane again. They had both just been gangraped, so their hips were too weak to stand and their physical strength was drained. No, it was their minds more than their bodies that had reached the limit. ¡°Master Vloodvane, give me your hot stuff.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t wait a moment longer. Put it inside me. Please. I need more.¡± Millia and Irene¡¯s hips were too weak to stand after being freed from the bandits, so they crawled over to him, spread their legs of their own volition, and stuck out their labia as bandit cum flowed out. They begged him in that indecent pose with melted looks on their faces. ¡°¡­?¡± He frowned in suspicion for a moment, but finally decided to accept it. He figured being gangraped by the bandits had left them slaves to pleasure. Being helplessly violated by people so vastly inferior to them in skill must have been a real shock. It must have shattered their pride as swordswomen. And being together as teacher and student must have helped a lot too. They might not have had the courage to succumb on their own, but being with each other gave them the peace of mind they needed. (This actually saved me a lot of trouble.) Vloodvane internally rejoiced while shrugging. ¡°Honestly, the trouble you put me through.¡± He lifted up his robe to reveal a cock far too large for his young appearance. ¡°You need to be punished for running away, so you can start by sucking this.¡± Irene and Millia crawled over to him with damp eyes, approached the one dick together, and breathed heated sighs as their tongue tips touched his balls. They worked together to lick him until the wrinkly sack was coated in saliva. Millia sucked one ball into her mouth and Irene followed her lead with the other. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± Vloodvane groaned from the pleasure of having his balls tugged in opposite directions. If they had wanted to, they could have bitten his balls off right then. He looked down at Irene, but she showed no sign of doing that. They were pleasuring him by gently applying pressure inside their mouths. Glinda had taught Millia how to pleasure him, so Irene followed Millia¡¯s lead. This was probably Millia¡¯s first time teaching Irene something. She looked a little proud and Irene worked hard to follow along. After thoroughly tasting his balls, they slowly licked up along the sides of his shaft. After passing the ridge of the head, they arrived at the head itself. Precum dripped from the tip, so Irene and Millia lapped it up like a cat would milk, leaving the head sticky with their saliva. Then their tongues crawled back down the shaft. They reached out their tongues and seemed to compete to suck, lick, and slurp the precum from his one penis. ¡°Good, good.¡± Irene gradually grew less awkward and better at pleasuring him. Their combination was unbelievably good. When Irene licked up, Millia licked down. When Irene licked the tip, Millia licked the balls. When Millia sucked at the head, Irene sucked at the sack. They had perfect coordination. They were both experts with the sword and they had apparently mastered how to handle this flesh sword as well. Pleased by that, Vloodvane tickled their chins as they sucked his dick. ¡°Hh, hhhhhhn.¡± Irene responded with a sexy nasal breath and Millia with a cute one. Irene took the tip into her mouth and Millia took the shaft into her mouth and they moved their tongues to pleasure it. Vloodvane shut his eyes to savor the direct sexual pleasure and the psychological satisfaction. Irene took the entire head into her mouth and then moved her head up and down with a sticky sound. Meanwhile, Millia moved down to the bottom, but when he thought she would move back up, she instead moved past his balls, between his legs, and started licking at the boy¡¯s small ass from behind. This was not something Glinda had taught her to do to him, so it had to have been her own idea. Millia herself had felt pleasure from her ass and Glinda had had Millia do this to her. Even Irene had moaned while Millia licked her ass, so it was only natural to assume the same would happen here. She would normally never have considered doing this to a man, but even though Vloodvane was over a hundred years old, he looked like a boy even younger than her. That more feminine appearance may have helped. ¡°¡­!¡± With Irene sucking his cock and Millia licking his ass, Vloodvane¡¯s body shook and a hot tingling sensation filled his brain. And to finish it off, Irene and Millia lifted up their breasts and pressed them together with his dick in between. Then they started rubbing up and down with them. They gave him a two-person titjob. They massaged his rod between Irene¡¯s large breasts and Millia¡¯s larger breasts. They also lewdly stuck out their tongues and worked together to lick the tip. He was at his limit and he came between that total of four boobs. His dick throbbed, lots of white liquid shot out, and it got all over Irene¡¯s beautiful face and Millia¡¯s cute face. Once it was all out, Vloodvane released a satisfied sigh. And in that very moment, he saw two flashes of silver. Raiment Render in Irene¡¯s hand and a scimitar in Millia¡¯s hand sent two slashes into Vloodvane¡¯s body. Apparently even someone of his level could grow careless. Irene was only a woman without her sword, but when she did have her sword, she was the Sword Dancer and Millia was the Golden Wolfling. Millia and Irene had been patiently waiting for this chance. Without exchanging a word, they had communicated entirely via eye contact. It was a real testament to the trust they had in each other. Vloodvane staggered from two wounds deep enough to kill a normal person and then some kind of liquid was poured onto him. Millia had dumped out the bandits¡¯ drinks. They were cheap drinks, but they contained alcohol. And more than that, Irene shoved a torch into him. His robe burst into flames. ¡°The best way to kill the undead is to burn them. All the old stories say so.¡± Irene smiled as she watched Vloodvane become a human torch. ¡°Hm. It would seem I must admit defeat this time.¡± He smiled calmly even as he burned. ¡°Nonsense!¡± A sword slash removed Vloodvane¡¯s head from his body. ¡°I will not let you kill Master Vloodvane.¡± Glinda suddenly appeared using teleportation magic and lovingly held Vloodvane¡¯s severed head in her arms. ¡°Hi, Glinda. I really screwed this one up. They completely outdid me. I did consider the possibility that it was only an act, but I apparently lose my senses when someone licks my ass.¡± The severed head spoke while buried in Glinda¡¯s chest. ¡°My, I wasn¡¯t aware of that weakness. I will have to treat you to that later on.¡± ¡°Please be gentle. Of course, I don¡¯t actually have an ass at the moment.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right. I need to heal you up as quickly as possible.¡± Glinda blushed while holding his severed head and then she activated her teleportation magic again. ¡°I hope we can meet again someday.¡± Vloodvane¡¯s head left that final comment before vanishing with Glinda. The mage had not sounded all that bothered by his state of affairs. He had not even seemed frustrated. Perhaps he felt no regret after trying his best to catch them and realizing he could not. Only the two cum-drenched swordswomen remained below the summer stars and in the chilly breeze. ¡°Well, that was weird,¡± muttered Irene. ¡°We¡¯re finally safe~,¡± said Millia as her hips gave out. ¡°Millia, let¡¯s get back to the village.¡± Irene walked over to Millia, picked her up, and gently whispered to her. But surprisingly, her student shook her head. ¡°No, I only just started my journey. I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll find all sorts of fun and mysterious things if I keep going.¡± She was already trying to move on. She apparently wanted to think of all this as a strange adventure she shared with her beloved teacher. Irene rubbed Millia¡¯s blonde hair in response. The above is the truth of the commonly-told story of Sword Dancer Irene battling Immortal Mage Vloodvane. In her journeys through several different kingdoms, Millia left exciting stories in all those lands and further increased the fame of the Shooting Star Flower. She was also quite successful on the sexual front, so she ended up intorducing countless women and girls the wonders of lesbian sex. She eventually became known as the Baby-Faced Demon for this reason, but her strangely innocent personality was much beloved and she became folk hero. After returning to her village, Irene¡¯s fame as a swordswoman only continued to grow and she became known as the person who revived the Shooting Star Flower to its former glory, but she went beyond that and played several crucial roles in the many wars of this era in history. However, that is a story for another day. And true to his name, Immortal Mage Vloodvane was not killed by something as simple as decapitation and there are many incidents at crucial points in history that are rumored to have been his doing. Afterword Afterword This book takes place in the same world as Kingdom Conquered by the Golden Dragon and A Queen Disgraced, but once again, the characters and setting are different, so there is no direct connection between them. This is a completely independent story, so feel free to read it even if you have not read the others. (But if you find you like this world, then I would appreciate it if you did read the others as well.) This story focuses on swordplay instead of war. Please enjoy seeing a strong young woman defeating enemies left and right and then enjoy seeing that strong young woman being fucked. The news section of the 2D Dream Novels website mentioned an author being in a lot of trouble after getting so hooked on a major video game they missed their deadline. Well, that was me. I confess. (But I only played it for 20 hours. ¡­Because I was playing another game too.) *Editor¡¯s Note: That¡¯s not an excuse. So I would like to apologize to the editors, everyone else involved, and to B-RIVER who drew such wonderful art for this book.