"Rose, that won't do."
"And besides, the night's still young... this is only just getting started..."
As he spoke, his hand slid up over the flat, smooth plane of her belly, and then closed around that full softness.
"Yaaa...!!!"
Rose let out another scream she couldn't hold back, her body thrashing and shaking, her whole self tipping into a panicked loss of control.
"No, no!"
"Please, please... I can't take any more!"
Leon paid her pleading no mind at all, savoring the marshmallow softness in his hand, toying with it without pause. And as he began to tease that peak...
Rose's body went rigid all at once, and then, from between her clenched teeth, a long, wavering whimper broke loose.
"Hoooooo...!"
Her body convulsing, a glistening silver thread spilled from the corner of her mouth. She turned her face aside, cheeks flushed rosy, eyes gone hazy, shaking her head in a daze as she murmured under her breath:
"Broke, I'm broken..."
"How can you bully me like this..."
Looking down at the woman panting beneath him, Leon's hands never stopped, and as she trembled through another sweet fit he was on the verge of moving into a third round, when he suddenly felt it: beside them, Jeanne had stirred.
His hands paused on Rose. He narrowed his eyes and turned to the other side.
"Jeanne, playing possum is a bad habit to have."
Called out in a single stroke, Jeanne, her face flushed to the point of bleeding red, let out a small, adorable whine of dismay.
"Ngh..."
Even as he kept stroking the trembling, hypersensitive Rose into helpless gasps, Leon slipped his right hand into Jeanne's blouse and, with that same practiced skill, took hold of her softness and began to knead it, slow and fine.
The Holy Maiden had been trained and worked over so many times that her body had long since lost any power to resist him, and in mere moments her breathing had a thin thread of sobbing woven into it.
"No, no..."
"Both of us at once... no, no, that's no good!"
"It's, it's too humiliating!"
Leon said nothing. He simply kept toying with her.
"Yaaa...!"
"Ro, Rose... help me!"
Even with her eyes covered, Jeanne turned unerringly toward Rose.
"Je... yaa!!!"
"Heh. Still got the energy left to chat with each other? Are you two looking down on me?"
Without another word Leon caught hold of Rose's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders with well-worn ease. Feeling the wonderful firmness of those taut legs beneath the yoga pants, and ignoring the panic on her face, he unleashed the Dragon Charge without an ounce of hesitation.
"No, no!"
"I only just... guh!!!"
Rose's eyes went wide, her mouth fell open, and her feet crossed and locked hard behind his head, her ankles hooking tight around his neck. Her waist arched, and a near-shrill scream tore out of her:
"Guaaaah...!"
The next second, the scream cut off.
Rose's eyes rolled white, a bright thread spilled from her lips, and she fainted clean away.
Feeling the convulsions still running through her, Leon did not stop for it. He gripped her calves and pressed on with the relentless conquest.
Say what you would, Rose was a Lv.4 sword-and-shield warrior, and under the fierceness of Leon's assault she soon dragged herself back to consciousness.
"Je, Jeanne..."
"Help, help me!"
"On my own I... I can't handle it... guaah!"
Before she could finish, her body's sensitivity, doubled over by the elixir and the peaks coming one after another, melted her words back into a whimpering wail.
"He, he fed me the elixir that was supposed to be for you...!"
Beneath the blindfold, Jeanne's eyes flew wide.
"Do... ngh..."
Jeanne had barely opened her mouth to say something when Leon decisively pushed his fingers into her small mouth.
"Ngh, ngh, ngh..."
...
Two hours later.
In the dim light, Rose lay flushed and utterly unconscious.
Strands of hair clung damply to her forehead, tear-tracks lingered at the corners of her eyes, and a wet gleam still hung at the edge of her mouth. Her limbs were splayed out without strength, her skin carrying a faint crimson wash, and she looked for all the world like a doll that had been roughly played with until it broke, fragile and pitiable.
"Ro, Rose... ngh, ngh..."
Jeanne knelt beside her, her hands unconsciously pressing against Rose's ankles, her braid gripped tight in Leon's fist. Even as she called her "comrade's" name in a tearful voice, she was taking the impact from behind in one broken gasp after another.
Seeing Jeanne herself drifting toward the same daze, Leon abruptly turned her over and pressed her down into a kneeling posture in front of him.
"Take it in."
His palm bore down on the back of her head, forcing her to tip up her blindfolded little face, the one so full of humiliation and refusal, toward that scorching holy sword.
Looking down at the crimson flooding Jeanne's cheeks, Leon pressed his hand down a fraction and drew a deep breath at the exquisite tightness.
"Hss..."
"Miss Jeanne, aren't you rather good at this?"
"Ngh, ngh..."
Leon gave a low laugh, his voice gone hoarse.
"Your technique now, set against how you were at the start, tsk tsk... you're a different woman entirely."
"See, all you had to do was be willing to learn... and you do it beautifully."
The only answer he got was a stifled whimper and the wet sounds of her work.
"Ssslp..."
"Ngh, ngh, ngh..."
Rose had long since fainted offline under the conquest.
And Jeanne, left to fend for herself, how was she to hold out against a Leon backed by the Demon Lord's Crest? On top of a constitution that had always been supremely sensitive, it went as it always did, and in a little over an hour she was thoroughly, completely defeated.
Watching Jeanne sprawled spread-eagle and boneless across the bed, her gaze unfocused, her lovely body still twitching faintly at intervals, Leon slowly moved his eyes to the pair of tender feet sheathed in white knee-socks.
"Jeanne, time to show off the 'technique' you've been studying all this while."
The words had barely landed before Jeanne's pale violet eyes followed his gaze down to her own white-socked feet. Her eyes went wide, for of course she understood exactly what Leon meant.
"You... you pervert! Scum! Bastard!"
"Shameless!"
Leon paid no attention whatsoever to the accusation that carried no weight at all. If anything, rather than an insult, he was more inclined to take it as praise.
The next second...
Amid Jeanne's mortified, red-dripping cry, he gathered that pair of white-socked feet up into his palms.
And yet...
He waited, and waited, and Jeanne only curled her toes and clamped them together lightly, without a single move beyond that.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
"Jeanne, you wouldn't want to waste all of Rose's hard work and let her down, would you?"
Jeanne barely managed to prop her upper body up on both hands and glared up, stubborn and burning with shame, at the man tormenting her. But the thought of using her feet for that sort of thing set the immorality of it and her already-shattered bottom line trembling in the very tip of her heart.
"Miss Jeanne?"
"Ngh...!"
In the end, Jeanne submitted after all.
Feeling that exquisite service from her white-stockinged jade feet, and taking in the sight of her mortified, tide-red expression, Leon's sense of conquest reached in that moment a complete and total satisfaction.
"Hss...!"
...
...
The next day, just as the sky was beginning to pale.
Principal Leon, who had spent the whole night "instructing," slowly woke.
Expressionless, he eased Jeanne's thigh off him and slipped free of the arm Rose had thrown around his own, then lifted the blanket, sat up against the headboard, and let out a lazy yawn.
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