Hentai King System

"My victory. On this stage, confess all of your own sins. After that I will personally punch you flying. You lose by ring-out. You will be expelled from the academy immediately… and imprisoned as a criminal."

In the taut air only Aria's voice rang cold.

That gaze was sharp as a sword and did not move an inch.

"..."

There was no reply.

Only silence fell.

Rigel did not even move his gaze and kept an attitude as if ignoring even those words.

But she did not mind.

A winner's composure gave meaning even to a silent opponent.

(Now that it's over, it wasn't much. I didn't even need to spend myself with [Blade Marionette]. Most of the collection got broken, so I'll have to replenish it again. …Eh?)

It was the instant she breathed inside.

A sense of wrongness suddenly pierced the spine of her who had been getting drunk on the pleasure of victory.

The sense of mana perception went slightly off.

The scale, the magic tool symbolizing the trend of the match, seemed to creak.

The dish trembled faintly.

The proof of advantage that had been tilting toward her until now began to shift just a little toward Rigel's side.

"Kuku, outside your calculations?"

A smile floated on Rigel's mouth.

But it did not come from mere composure of victory.

The moment a scheme rooted in darkness finally bloomed in visible form, that sense of achievement loosened his expression.

"Honestly, it would have been more dangerous if you'd announced that 'evidence' or whatever regardless of the match. I'm glad you had confidence in your own mana amount. With this I can bury the truth in darkness."

The voice was soft, but its ring was cold.

An unpleasant sensation as if being handed a blade of ice ran down her spine.

She could not immediately swallow the meaning packed into his words.

But gradually, slowly, it soaked into her mind.

"…What do you mean?"

Her voice trembled involuntarily.

An emotion of disbelief violently struck the wall of reason.

"You should be noticing soon. I was suppressing the amount of mana I naturally release. You misread my ability."

"…That's impossible. I'm a genius of magic, you know? Especially when it comes to seeing through another person's mana amount I have absolute confidence. There was no sign that you were intentionally holding your mana down."

The tone was sharp, but impatience mixed in the depths of the voice.

Somewhere in her heart she could not completely deny the possibility that her sense had been deceived.

"Hoh? You can detect it at that level. But unfortunately. I had been practicing suppressing mana from before I entered the Royal Academy. And after enrollment I kept suppressing it almost constantly. To the point that this state became normal."

"…Are you an idiot? Why would you do something so meaningless…"

Fear mixed into the voice she squeezed out, not understanding.

If his words were true, her "absolute" would crumble with a sound.

"Yeah, it's meaningless. But here and now I can beat you. Making a woman who was sure of victory submit instead… that's the most exquisite thing."

Every time Rigel took a step, the jewel of the Scale Sword dyed purple-indigo, and the lines of the magic circle creaked.

That sound was like cracked glass showing its last resistance, sharp and sorrowful.

"…Don't screw with me. I'm a genius of magic. After graduation I'm already informally decided as an aide to Her Highness Amelia the Fifth Princess, and I've already been bestowed one of the Seven Treasure Swords, the Scale Sword. Soon, while still a student, I'm scheduled to receive a military action in the former Valstine Kingdom territory—"

Desperation mixed into the voice.

It was as if she were telling herself, and as if she were clinging to someone.

Her career, results, future. She instinctively resisted the premonition that those "accumulations" would crumble away with a sound.

"Hoh, the Valstine Kingdom. A nostalgic name. Then I'll tell you something good."

At that single line the air changed.

His eyes narrowed smoothly, and a presence as if peeking at some deep darkness ran.

What would be revealed. She did not know and stopped her breath.

"Aria, the one standing in front of you is… the hero of the Valstine campaign. You've heard the rumor at least, right? That there's a man who almost single-handedly slaughtered the royalty. That's me."

The voice was calm and even somewhat proud.

But the content was so far from the ordinary that the brain immediately refused to understand.

"Wha!?"

A short yet certainly raised voice burst from Aria's mouth.

The shock and fear packed into that voice were beyond even her own control.

Rather than not being able to believe, she did not want to believe.

If what the man in front of her had spoken was fact, then just who had she been facing.

"Aria, do a straddle-legged masturbation."

A command that did not even reach a whisper.

Even so the scale tilted completely to Rigel's side, and purple-silver chains wrapped Aria's limbs and throat.

The mana she tried to resist with flowed backward, and intense pain that burned her whole body ran.

"Th-this can't be… I…"

Aria had no room to resist.

The fatal price that came with the powerful effect of the Scale Sword.

That was eating her now.

"Nn…! Kuu…!!"

Aria spread her legs wide and timidly reached a hand to her groin.

Then she began stimulating slowly from over her skirt.

"Nn… ah, haa…"

Aria's breathing grew rough.

The figure flushing her cheeks and shedding sweat was sensual.

But a strong color of humiliation could also be felt.

(To think I would suffer such humiliation…)

Ignoring that inner thought of hers, Rigel continued watching the masturbation.

She still had her clothes on, but that too felt fresh.

"P-please. Forgive me already!"

Aria shouted.

Her body was already fully in heat, and drool hung mixed with the sweet voice.

The figure desperately resisting while in that state was truly comical.

"Forgive you? Why?"

"I'm a candidate aide to Lady Amelia… So…"

"So?"

"So I can't expose an ugly state in a place like this!"

The voice jumped.

In that instant silence was born.

The tone was strong, but it by no means came from composure.

Rather it was something close to a defense instinct mixed with fear and impatience.

If she let her guard down even a little, tears seemed ready to spill.

Right now the two of them were in the situation of fighting in front of a large audience.

Some of the audience felt something off about the strange combat scene, but most did not well understand what was happening.

She was in an enslaved state and being made to masturbate, but she still had her clothes on, so it was barely safe… something like that.

But that too was a matter of Rigel's discretion.

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