Chapter 22: Two Farewells and One Reunion (*)

With a thunderous roar, the smell of gunpowder wafted through the air.

In the training grounds on the outskirts of the Tolmakia Empire capital, an experiment with a certain new weapon was underway.

A soldier holding a torch read the angle gauge attached to the cannon and lit it.

Another roar echoed.

There was a target several hundred paces away, but a pillar of dirt erupted in front of it.

“Aaah! No no nooo! What’s wrong this time? My calculations said it should hit at this range…”

Lizalith Prada scratched her head furiously.

Dandruff fluttered down because she hadn’t bathed in who knew how long.

But the genius inventor paid it no mind and started inspecting the cannon again.

“It’s the iron after all, huh.

Increasing the powder boosts power but the barrel can’t take it…

We need high-strength iron, but that costs money and time.

Right.

Maybe tweak the shell instead…”

Even though Crown Prince Austro Tolmakia was standing right there, Lizalith was lost in cannon analysis.

Ignoring royalty was unforgivable rudeness.

The aides tried to speak up, but Austro stopped them.

He walked over to the somewhat filthy female inventor himself.

“So, how’s progress?”

“Hm? Oh, Your Highness Austro.

Um, progress?

We’re still testing, but the problems are becoming clear.

Simply put, strength issues.

I want faster, farther shots, but more powder and the barrel can’t handle it and breaks.”

She jerked her chin at the steaming barrel and sank back into thought.

That was no way to speak to royalty, but Austro didn’t seem to care and turned to the gunners.

The soldier answered, stiff with tension.

“A-at first it was dangerous, barrels bursting, but lately it’s much more stable.

Repeated tests have shown the relationship between barrel strength and powder charge pretty clearly.”

“Can’t we just make the barrel thicker?”

“Well, if it’s too thick, the temperature difference between inside and outside causes internal cracks, apparently.

One or two shots might be fine, but rapid fire puts that much more stress on the barrel and it wears out faster.

Last time we fired five in a row and the barrel overheated and exploded.”

“I see.

Good idea, but new weapons don’t come overnight…”

(I was thinking of fielding it by spring, but looks like it’ll take longer.)

Austro muttered to himself.

Claire Jilfied was troubled.

Her ex-husband had come back.

The man she had given her “first time” to.

If she slept with him, the goddess’s blessing would activate and grant her temporary strength and beauty.

She had complicated feelings about him abandoning her, but she had considered taking him back.

Yet Claire couldn’t quite bring herself to reconcile with her ex.

The reason was one academy student thirteen years younger than her.

“Aaahhh…”

A hot, hard length pushed deep inside her.

He had already cum once in her mouth and once on her tits, yet his hardness and vigor hadn’t faded at all.

Her beautifully toned abs trembled, and her huge breasts—too big to fit in one hand—begged for more, nipples stiffening.

The man buried his face between the swaying mounds, savoring their soft bounce, and nibbled the tips while thrusting.

“Fuck… no matter how many times I eat this, I never get tired.

Claire’s body is…”

His fucking was relentless.

He took his time tasting every inch of her.

In the last few months there wasn’t a single spot on Claire’s body he hadn’t touched.

Even her asshole had been devoured, marked with female pleasure.

Officially she could never become his holy knight.

But she didn’t care anymore.

He gave her this much bliss.

Becoming his “sex slave” and getting fucked forever didn’t sound bad at all.

(And yet… and yet why did that man have to show up now…)

She had just awakened to female pleasure and was about to grab new happiness when her past man reappeared.

He was already a stranger.

Normally she wouldn’t have let him inside the house.

But somewhere deep down Claire still couldn’t fully trust the student thirteen years her junior.

She was terrified he would get bored and throw her away one day.

So she let her ex in.

A kind of insurance.

“Nn… so deep…”

She straddled him and rocked her own hips.

The hot shaft reached all the way to her cervix.

Thickness, length, hardness, stamina—nothing like her ex.

If this man was a blazing volcano, her ex was nothing but dying embers in a fireplace.

(I’m a bad woman… I have a husband yet I spread my legs for another man and moan like a whore.

But… but I can’t help it! With my husband… I don’t feel anything anymore!)

Guilt and immorality only fanned the flames higher.

She willingly sank into the sea of pleasure.

Her tits bounced wildly up and down as drool spilled from the corner of her mouth and she screamed.

“It feels so good! I’m cumming so hard! Being fucked by you… ruined completely…”

He scooped up her swaying breasts, kneading them greedily while slamming upward.

Her back convulsed and she came again.

No matter how many times she felt it, the ecstasy of that moment was always fresh.

She twitched and collapsed onto his chest.

The cock still buried inside her hadn’t cum yet.

Its presence was almost annoyingly powerful.

“Enough… this kind of relationship… it’s wrong…”

She muttered it in a daze.

The man caught it instantly.

He whispered into the ear of the flushed beauty.

“So you met that ex-husband who dumped you, huh?”

Claire gasped and looked up.

She hadn’t wanted him to know about the love triangle; it would only burden him.

But the young stud ravaging her wore a sadistic grin.

“I see.

That’s why you’ve had that conflicted look lately… weighing me against your ex, right?”

“N-no! I was thinking of you—”

But he sat up without pulling out, shifting to face-to-face.

Claire wrapped her slender white legs around his waist and clung to him with both arms.

“No can do, Claire… you’re already mine.

This body eats only my cock from now on.”

He started devouring her again.

Insane pleasure surged.

While she moaned “Ahn, ahn,” Claire still thought of her husband somewhere in the back of her mind.

“Then let’s test it.

See if that ex-husband is really worthy of Claire.

I’ll check if he even deserves to eat this perfect body!”

His cock swelled and exploded inside her womb.

Thick hot lava pumped in.

At the same time the goddess’s blessing descended.

The beautiful mature woman in ecstasy had no choice but to obey the man.

During his academy days Richard Hofner had been a lucky man.

As a hero Chevalier candidate he was average at best, so from the start he had set his sights on Claire Jilfied, whose recovery magic was expected to manifest.

Even then Claire had been beautiful with an incredible figure.

Her pure, innocent aura paired with a body that stimulated every male instinct made her the target of many rival hero candidates.

Richard won her because he was the most aggressive.

Day after day he called out to her, begging her to become his holy knight.

He ignored every other woman and focused only on Claire.

That single-minded devotion finally made Claire yield.

On their first night, when the lovely pure beauty lay naked on the bed, Richard trembled with emotion.

Her body far exceeded his expectations.

But after becoming a hero Chevalier and constantly burning his own life force, doubts slowly crept in.

At this rate he would die before long.

Yet this woman would stay young and beautiful forever.

Someday someone else might embrace this body that drove him crazy.

Just thinking about it filled him with rage.

What was his life for?

He hadn’t touched any other woman, only sacrificed his lifespan for her.

The overwhelming emotion of that first night he had begged for was forgotten the moment he claimed the woman he loved.

It was pure male instinct: once you possess the female you adore, your eyes start wandering to others.

Richard gave up his hero Chevalier title and became a commoner.

Work was never a problem; literate people who could calculate were rare.

He joined a trading company, built a decent record, and figured he could open his own shop someday.

Still, dissatisfaction remained.

He bought prostitutes to handle his lust, but none had Claire’s beauty or her overflowing vitality.

Skin smooth as white porcelain that sucked him in, a honey pot that gripped and milked his cock perfectly… he only realized their true value after losing them.

“Let’s start over.

I’ll bow as many times as it takes until she forgives me.

It worked back in the academy, right?

She’ll forgive me this time too.”

When he heard through rumors that Claire was running the academy infirmary, he went straight there.

His ex-wife looked troubled but still let him into the house.

Yes.

She would definitely forgive him.

He believed it and apologized over and over.

Eventually she let him have her body.

It was an incredible night.

Nothing like the whores he had been with.

He savored her endlessly sweet, melting body and fell asleep satisfied.

They met several more times after that.

Maybe she would forgive him soon.

“Today I’ll propose remarriage.

She’ll definitely say yes.”

After work Richard made up his mind and headed for Claire’s house.

The instant he stepped inside he noticed something wrong.

Sweet female moans drifted from somewhere.

There was no mistaking his beloved wife’s voice.

It came from the couple’s bedroom.

As he walked closer he also heard rhythmic flesh-slapping sounds.

The voice of his wife was sweeter, more sensual, and filled with joy—something he had never heard from her even as her husband.

A dark, ugly premonition gripped Richard.

Don’t go in.

Don’t enter the bedroom.

A corner of his mind screamed it.

But he couldn’t stop.

The sweet, desperate cries had numbed his brain.

“Claire, I’m back! You in the room? I’m coming in?”

Richard swallowed hard and opened the bedroom door.

What he saw was…

“Nooooooo… ah, darling… don’t look…!”

His beloved wife had turned her flushed, beautiful face toward him.

On the bed that belonged only to the married couple she was completely naked on all fours, getting pounded from behind by a stranger.

Every thrust drew a sweet female moan from her, and the man’s hips and ass slapped loudly against her.

The young, well-trained man turned his face toward Richard.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the ex-husband who threw Claire away and left… Your Excellency.

You’re the one who abandoned her, yet here you are slinking back like a worm…”

But Richard couldn’t react to the man’s mocking laugh.

The wife being fucked wore an expression of ecstasy she had never shown him.

As if ridiculing the speechless Richard, the man continued.

“Dumping a woman with a body this delicious—you must be one hell of a freak.

What I really can’t forgive is abandoning your own holy knight Paladin just to save your skin.

I took your place and carved female pleasure deep into Claire for you, you pathetic loser.”

“Lies… lies… Claire…”

Richard stood frozen, clutching his head.

The man wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist and lifted her.

Her beautiful naked body was presented to Richard in a kneeling position.

Still connected, the man reached around from behind and stroked from her lower belly to her breasts.

The overflowing, rich tits that only Richard should have known were being defiled by a stranger’s hands.

“She’s the best fucking meal, your ex-wife…

Even while you watch she’s squeezing me like crazy, begging to be bred.

A three-pump chump like you doesn’t deserve this body.”

He ran his tongue along her neck and stroked her lower belly.

Just light hip movements made the beauty in front of him react.

The ex-husband desperately shook his head, still clutching it.

This had to be a dream.

He wanted it to be a dream.

But the man’s cruel words kept coming.

“This body is already mine.

You just savor the crime you committed and jerk off alone with your right hand!

Come on, Claire, say your goodbyes.”

“D-darling…”

Claire reached out her right hand toward her ex-husband.

But Richard collapsed on the spot.

Claire looked sad and lowered her hand.

“Forgive me… I’m not the woman you knew anymore…

After being held by him I learned what real female pleasure is.

Melting ecstasy, exploding climaxes… he taught me pleasures you could never give me… please, forget about me…”

“Claire is my bitch maid now.

This body is exclusively mine.

From today on I’ll spoil Claire as much as I want!

You just sit there and watch quietly.”

She went back on all fours and started getting devoured from behind again.

His beloved wife faced him.

But her eyes no longer reflected him.

Drool spilled from her lips as she screamed in female ecstasy.

“Hey! Claire! Which one’s better?

This pathetic husband over there or me—which cock do you want inside you?”

“Yours! Only yours now! I can’t feel anything with him anymore!”

The man burst out laughing.

The sound of flesh colliding grew even louder.

“Good girl.

Here’s your reward.

Just like always, I’m pumping it straight into your womb while your husband watches!

Take another man’s seed right in front of him!”

“I’m so happy! Give it to me! Fill me up, pump me full until I’m overflowing!”

“Kuh… so fucking tight… squeezing even harder… here it comes!”

The two of them no longer saw the man in front of them.

Claire had become a bitch possessed by lust and came spectacularly in front of her husband.

The man spurted thickly inside her.

Her back twitched as she took every drop.

Still not satisfied, he kept thrusting even while cumming.

Richard finally understood.

Everything had been his own delusion.

While he was gone his ex-wife had bonded with another man and gone to a place he could never reach…

“Uwaaaaaah!”

Richard screamed and fled the bedroom, then ran straight out of the house.

Only the two of them remained in the bedroom.

The man muttered, sounding fed up.

“She even rejected her last safety net, the right hand…

Well, now the annoying bug is gone.

Claire, forget him already.

You’re mine.”

He shifted back to face-to-face and connected again.

Claire clung tightly to the man who was devouring her.

“I’ll do it… I’ll become yours… so please, don’t throw me away…”

“Idiot.

Why would I throw you away?

No way I’d throw away a body this perfect.

Claire, you’ll stay young and beautiful forever.

As my personal bitch slave you’ll keep feeding me this body, got it?”

Claire hugged the head of the man sucking her breasts and whispered happily.

“Yes… Master…”

Winter ended and spring arrived.

At the end of March a change came to the Royal Knight Academy.

Academy Headmistress Reda Factlin was stepping down.

Voices from all sides urged her to stay, but her decision was firm and the resignation was officially accepted.

Reda made the rounds of every classroom to say her farewells.

When that was done and she was tidying up in the headmistress’s office, Kaito came to visit.

“…There’s no need for the headmistress to resign.

That incident was my responsibility.”

“No.

If we’re assigning blame, then Stefan, Carlos, Elfina, and Sofia who went with you had a duty to speak up.

Every teacher shares responsibility too.

You bear none of it.

Everything that happened in this academy is my responsibility.”

Kaito couldn’t say anything more.

So he changed the subject.

“Where will you go now, ma’am?”

“First I’ll visit Roksane’s family.

Her father is dead, but I hear her mother and little sister are still alive.

I’ll apologize as best I can.

After that… maybe settle down quietly in the countryside.

Teach reading and writing to the children…”

“It’s a shame.

Someone like you retiring to the sticks…”

“Oh my, thank you.

I never thought I’d get an evaluation like that.”

“Strict, nagging, sharp-eyed, wickedly beautiful in a disappointing way… but that’s exactly why I thought no one was more suited to be headmistress.”

“Hmm… just so you know, I’m still headmistress until today.

Talking that casually to me—what kind of punishment should I give you, I wonder?”

She said it with a smile.

Then her face turned gentle.

“These past six months weren’t boring at all.

I won’t forget my student named Kaito.

Luckily the new headmistress is an even better teacher than me, so I have zero worries about the future.

She’ll discipline you thoroughly too.”

That last part caught in Kaito’s mind.

“Does the new headmistress already know about me?”

“Who knows?

She arrives in a week, so look forward to it.”

Reda gave a mischievous grin.

Looking at that face, he slightly regretted never making a move on her.

One day in the first week of April the new headmistress arrived.

All kinds of rumors had flown around during that week.

Some said it was a man this time and extremely strict with hero Chevalier candidates.

Others said it was an elderly former holy knight Paladin who was great at listening to paladins’ worries…

That day proved every rumor completely wrong.

When the new headmistress entered the classroom Kaito’s eyes widened.

The beautiful woman in her prime with flowing golden hair stood at the lectern and introduced herself.

“I have been appointed headmistress of the Royal Knight Academy.

My name is Lilia Shurisupu.

Pleased to meet you all…”

It was a reunion after roughly eight months.