Hentai King System

"Haa, haa… W-what the hell is this heat…?"

Noah's movements had clearly grown sluggish, and a waterfall of sweat continued pouring down her forehead.

With every swing of her sword, the sharpness faded in a way that was obvious to anyone watching.

"Hot…"

Noah somehow managed to stay on her feet with unsteady steps.

She was using her sword like a cane, barely holding her ground.

Unforgiving voices flew from the audience seats.

"Get it together, you!"

"Don't you dare lose!!"

"Do you know how much I've bet on you!!"

At those almost-angry shouts, Noah somehow scraped together the last of her willpower and tried to straighten up.

But her body was reaching its limit.

In contrast, Rigel watched her with a thin smile.

(Almost time…)

He was refining his plan in his head.

In terms of class ranking Rigel should have been the superior one, but the commentator and audience had initially treated Noah as the stronger fighter.

If he won too quickly it would look like a huge upset and draw too much attention.

That was why he had dragged it into a long, muddy fight.

Now that the audience had started lowering their evaluation of Noah…

(Finishing touch. [Range – Medium Heat], something like that.)

Rigel muttered under his breath and increased the output of his magic.

Slowly, carefully, so no one around would notice, he heated Noah's body further.

"I-it's hot…! Hot… …Ah…!"

Noah's legs buckled. She finally couldn't take it and collapsed to the ground.

She tried to stand using her sword as a cane, but even the strength in her hands had left her. She crumpled into a sitting position.

Rigel's magic had pushed her into a state similar to heatstroke.

Of course, if Rigel had gone all out it wouldn't have stopped there.

Depending on the target's resistance, ordinary soldiers could be boiled alive in an instant.

Keeping Noah at heatstroke level was Rigel's mercy.

Well, it was also because he was looking forward to the rape and creampie that would follow…

"Ohhh!? Noah has collapsed here!! She started the fight in heavy armor, so the stamina drain must have been severe, huh!?"

The female commentator's voice rang through the venue.

The audience held their breath for a moment, then erupted in uproar the next second.

"Hey! Is it over already!?"

"Don't screw with me! Collapsing from exhaustion? What the hell is this!"

"This isn't a proper match! Give me my money back!"

While angry shouts flew one after another, Rigel glanced at the audience seats and shrugged.

A faint mocking smile played on his lips.

"Well then, we confirm Noah is unable to continue! The winner is Rigel!!"

The commentator's declaration echoed, but the audience kept booing.

"I didn't want to watch a match like this!"

"Running out of stamina? Pathetic!"

"Rigel is trash for not taking Noah's full power head-on!"

"You call this a win? It's just pure luck!"

Ignoring those words, Rigel quietly walked over to Noah.

He gently scooped up her fallen body.

The motion carried a carefulness that was different from the leisurely attitude he had shown during the fight.

"Princess carry, huh… Well, it's my duty as a Health Committee member."

Rigel muttered softly as he carried Noah toward the exit.

The audience's angry voices continued, but he paid them no mind and kept walking.

His goal had been achieved—win without standing out too much.

That was enough.

The curtain on the match had fallen, but there was still more between the two of them.

With the uproar of the audience at his back, Rigel quietly walked toward the treatment room—.

"Nn… Where… is this…?"

Noah slowly opened her eyes.

Her vision was blurry, the ceiling seeming to sway.

Her consciousness still wasn't clear.

In the gradual process of waking, she heard the faint sound of cloth rubbing and caught a faint herbal scent in her nose.

Realizing she was on a bed, she faintly furrowed her brow.

"I was fighting that guy named Rigel…"

A dry voice leaked out. At that moment, a low voice suddenly reached her ears.

"Yo, you're awake."

At the voice from beside the bed, Noah whipped her head around as if struck.

There stood the familiar man—Rigel—with his arms crossed.

His demeanor was the same as during the match, wrapped in composure.

In contrast to Noah's harsh expression, he even looked somewhat amused.

"You…! What happened after that match!?"

Urgency colored her voice.

She wanted to know why she had woken up in a place like this.

"Whoa, don't get so worked up."

Rigel raised one hand and shrugged as if telling her to calm down.

Noah regulated her breathing and forced herself upright.

Her head spun a little, but she couldn't afford to care about that.

"The match was my win. You were declared unable to continue, so the match ended."

"Tch…! Don't screw with me! That wasn't a match!! I didn't lose!!"

Noah's anger heated up.

The fists she clenched trembled slightly.

Regret welled up.

She hadn't been cut by a sword or defeated by powerful magic.

Just—heatstroke.

She couldn't accept that this was how it had been decided.

"The weather just favored you! I didn't lose!!"

"Kuku! What an optimistic fool. I could explain it from the beginning, but… yeah…"

Rigel's lips twisted into a grin.

That amused expression gave Noah a bad premonition.

He was plotting something—she could instinctively understand that smile.

"Hey! Are you planning to do something to me!?"

"I'm planning to rape you."

"Wha…!"

At Rigel's answer, Noah lost her words.

He continued to her.

"Well, I'm not a complete demon. You're exhausted right after the match, so I can put it off until next time if you want."

He lightly shrugged, wearing a composed smile.

The gesture seemed joking, yet something bottomless could be felt from it.

"I-I see…"

"However!"

With a low voice, Rigel took a step closer.

The shadow looming right in front of Noah's eyes.

She involuntarily held her breath at the distance.

She tried to say something, but the words stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out.

And then—suddenly, a warm breath brushed her ear.

"Hya…!?"

"Hehe…"

Rigel laughed.

Lust colored his eyes.

"If you come on to me, that's a different story. Listen carefully—don't you dare take anything off. If you strip completely naked on your own, I won't be able to hold back."

"Wha…!"

At Rigel's words, Noah's face turned bright red.

Her cheeks burned as if set on fire, and she unconsciously clenched her fists.

"Don't screw with me! Do you think I'd do something like that!?"

"Kuku… Who knows?"

Rigel chuckled low in his throat, laughing with full composure.

A teasing color seeped into his gaze.

He remained standing beside the bed, quietly looking down at Noah.

As if waiting for something, he didn't move an inch.

(This guy… what is he planning?)

Noah found it suspicious.

Losing because of the heat was frustrating, but what was done was done.

Being told to her face that he "planned to rape her" had surprised her, but it was still within the range of what she could barely expect.

She was a first-year in the swordsmanship club, and she had been treating Rigel as an enemy because she believed he had seduced and corrupted her classmate Ruby.

But she couldn't understand the true meaning of the words he had just spoken: "Don't you dare take anything off. If you strip completely naked on your own, I won't be able to hold back."

Even without being told, there was no way she would strip of her own will.

"Hey! How long are you planning to stay there!?"

Unable to hide her irritation, Noah shouted.

Rigel shrugged and answered in a carefree manner.

"Hey hey, don't rush me. I'm a Health Committee member, you know? Taking care of someone who collapsed so pathetically from the heat is my natural duty."

"Tch…! What 'taking care'…!"

Noah ground her teeth in frustration.

Rigel's words sounded reasonable, but they carried a mocking tone.

That attitude got on Noah's nerves.

But he seemed to be enjoying even her reaction.

"Now then…"

Rigel muttered deliberately and leisurely sat down on the chair beside the bed.

He tossed his arm onto the armrest and crossed his legs.

The gesture was like a spectator settling into a special seat in a theater, waiting with full composure for the curtain to rise.

But his gaze was sharp.

With the eyes of a hunter that wouldn't miss even the slightest movement of his prey, he quietly fixed his stare on Noah.

"W-what…?"

Unable to endure it any longer, Noah raised her voice and furrowed her brow.

"No? Nothing in particular."

Rigel shrugged while wearing a thin smile on his lips.

His face was far too innocent, yet it was wrapped in a bottomless scent of malice.

An uneasy stirring spread through Noah's chest.

Something was wrong.

The air was different.

—And then the change came.

"Ah…"

At the short sound that leaked out, Noah herself was surprised.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and a single droplet slid down the nape of her neck.

An abnormal heat. Was the air hot?

No, that wasn't it.

"Haa… Haa…"

Her heartbeat quickened.

Her breathing grew shallow.

Unconsciously, Noah put her fingers on the collar of her jacket.

She wanted to let this heat escape—the moment she thought that.

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