I’m the Only Male Knight in a Chastity-Reversed World, and When I Enrolled in a Female Knight Academy, I Somehow Got Treated Like a Hero — Dominating with an Unparalleled Skill That Makes Me Stronger the More Sex I Have - 6

Chapter 6: To Harbor Feelings

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She had thought he was someone with potential, but she never imagined it would be to this extent. Since Cassandra Barretheart had begun living together with Kreto in order to train him, she had repeatedly found herself thinking that way anew as she witnessed his latent abilities firsthand.

Kreto’s swordsmanship was magnificent. Sharp, fresh, and powerful. A raw gem of talent polished by ambition, drive for self-improvement, and overwhelming effort. Its brilliance was enough to leave even Cassandra, the captain of the knight order, utterly captivated.

Above all, what deserved special mention was his amount of mana. Normally, men possessed only enough mana to use basic life magic. Through training, it was possible to expand one’s mana circuits, but even that had its limits, and it was impossible to exceed a certain fixed amount of mana. That was precisely why this world was ruled by women.

And yet…

The amount of mana Kreto possessed far surpassed the upper limit of what men were supposed to have. Even now, after daily training, it continued to grow without any sign of hitting its limit. Thinking back, he had been different from other men from the very beginning. While the vast majority of men were slender and short, he was tall, with a sharp, well-defined face. He seemed like an entirely different creature compared to other men.

He was clearly an anomaly among the men of this world. Normally, he should have been reported to the nation and designated as a research subject. With such a valuable specimen, researchers would surely be drooling with delight. For the sake of the kingdom’s development, that was what should have been done. Especially considering her own position as captain of the knight order.

But Cassandra had no intention of doing so whatsoever. She placed her own pleasure above the kingdom’s development. Her days spent with Kreto were fulfilling to that extent.

Each time they crossed swords, Kreto visibly grew stronger. He instantly stole the techniques she showed him and made them his own. The speed of his growth was remarkable, enough to make one stare in amazement. Watching the blossoming of a young talent up close and guiding it was far more enjoyable than she had imagined.

Until now, she had only thought about becoming stronger herself. Fighting strong opponents and acquiring even greater strength—through repeating that process, she had risen to become captain of the knight order. Yet at some point, she had begun to feel bored. With no one standing beside her as an equal, she started to feel emptiness in training solely for her own sake.

Then Kreto appeared.

Crossing swords with Kreto day after day as he grew stronger by the day brought her a sense of fulfillment equal to that of having sex. And of course, she was also  satisfied with the nights.

Kreto actively sought Cassandra out. All men in this world were passive and lifeless in bed. Yet Kreto moved on his own, precisely caressing the spots that felt good for her. That was a first for Cassandra.

And that wasn’t all. Kreto knew positions she had never seen before.

He called them the missionary position and doggy style. In this world, the mainstream positions involved the woman mounting the man and ravaging him unilaterally, but these were positions where the man attacked the woman. She was made to climax over and over again. Never before had she screamed out while reaching her peak.

But it wasn’t bad. It was far more enjoyable than bedding a “dead fish.”  Cassandra sought Kreto out almost every night, and Kreto responded in kind. Cassandra taught Kreto a great many sexual techniques. Through their wooden sword sparring by day and their coupling by night, Cassandra-san deepened her relationship with Kreto. To Cassandra, Kreto was nothing more than a tool for her own enjoyment, a playmate, and an instrument to satisfy her sexual desires.

At least, Cassandra herself had believed that without the slightest doubt. However, that perception was overturned when she responded to a request from the knight order and ended up leaving home for a while on an expedition. She had finished a monster subjugation mission and was scheduled to return to the mountain cabin the following day.

Before that, Cassandra was walking around the city market.

“Is there something you want?”

Sylphie, the vice-captain, asked her that.

“I was thinking I’d buy a souvenir or something.”

“You seem quite fond of that boy.”

“…Does it look that way?”

“Yes. Ever since you started living with him, Captain, you’ve changed. Compared to before, your expressions have become much softer.”

She had not been aware of it.

Have my expressions really softened?

“Could it be that you’ve grown attached to him?”

Cassandra snorted and brushed it off.

Me, growing attached to a man? That’s impossible.

“He’s nothing more than someone who satisfies my desires.”

If there was a man she wanted to take, she had always taken him immediately, following her instincts. As a result, many men had been broken, unable to endure Cassandra’s sexual appetite. But she had never given it a second thought. Men were, in the end, nothing more than tools to satisfy her desires.

Several days later, Cassandra returned to the mountain cabin where Kreto awaited her. Even while Cassandra was gone, Kreto had continued his sword training, swinging his blade single-mindedly in front of the cabin. When she saw that sight again after so long, emotions stirred within her chest. Noticing Cassandra, Kreto stopped swinging his sword. He wiped the sweat from his neck with the back of his hand, then smiled and spoke.

“Welcome back.”

“…Y-yeah.”

She had never once had someone wait for her return. As a warrior, she never knew when she might not come back alive. That was why she had avoided having anyone who would wait for her. As she responded, she realized she was feeling oddly embarrassed.

That night, Cassandra gave Kreto the souvenir. It was a pair of gloves. When she saw high-quality gloves lined up in the market, she suddenly remembered how worn out Kreto’s gloves were and bought them for him.

“Thank you. I’ll treasure them.”

Seeing Kreto happily put on the gloves, Cassandra noticed herself thinking, almost unconsciously, that she was glad she had bought them.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I ever gave someone a gift.

From the next day on, they returned to their daily life together. He must have continued training without fail during her absence, because Kreto’s sword had become sharper than before she left on the expedition. Compared to when they first met, the change was astonishing. He could now dispatch monsters that had once given him so much trouble with ease. The youthful innocence that had once lingered on his face was gradually being replaced by that of a true warrior.

And then, one day. Kreto finally landed a blow on Cassandra. It was just a single strike. There was still a vast, overwhelming difference between their strengths. But Kreto had broken through the thick wall that had towered before him.

That night, Cassandra quietly approached Kreto as he slept in bed. She had intended to steal upon him as usual. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Cassandra looked at Kreto’s sleeping face. Exhausted from training, he breathed peacefully. His features were as well-formed as ever. His face, his build—both stirred desire. Until now, she would have surrendered herself to the blazing fire within and taken a man by force if necessary.

But strangely enough, that feeling did not arise. Instead, her chest was filled with a different emotion.

“…You did well.”

Before she realized it, she was gently stroking Kreto’s head and murmuring those words. They were words of praise for today’s training, for landing that one blow on her. Cassandra herself was surprised. She had intended to make a move. To attack him in his sleep and unleash her pent-up lust. But the moment she actually faced him and was about to reach out, the feeling of wanting to let the exhausted Kreto sleep won out.

“Could it be that you’ve grown attached to him?”

Sylphie’s voice echoed in her mind. Cassandra let out a small, self-mocking smile.

Sylphie, it seems you were right. Apparently, I really have grown attached to him.

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