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🕑 Added 2025-10-04 22:11:41 +0000 UTCChapter 44: Disciplining the Lazy Female Knight (3)
People say that having talent is a blessing in itself.
Everyone admires geniuses, but Petunia lived with a sense of skepticism about such envy. Her innate talent only made her peers fearful and jealous, leaving her with no real friends. On top of that, her parents, blinded by her abilities, constantly pushed her into difficult tasks.
‘Petunia, you’re special. That means you have to work harder and achieve more than anyone else.’
Her parents, obsessed with wealth and fame, always brought her new challenges, and Petunia solved them all with ease. She won competitions full of experienced adults, became the object of admiration at various banquets, and so on. But as she kept accomplishing so much so easily, even the joy of achievement wore thin.
‘I’m talented, so I don’t need to try. I can do anything. So why bother working hard like everyone else?’
Actions without effort lack passion, and repeated success becomes mundane, dulling any sense of stimulation. Disillusioned, Petunia left her obsessive parents and wandered as a mercenary. She worked only when she needed money; the rest of the time, she just ate and slept. With her talent, there was no need to try, so everything felt meaningless and bothersome.
She entered Renes’s service to make her lazy life even easier.
‘Even if everything is a hassle, you still need to eat and sleep, right? Then come work for me. If you just do what I ask occasionally, you’ll never have to worry about food or shelter again.’
Just occasionally.
If she lent her talent only when needed, she wouldn’t have to wander for work. She’d only have to work a handful of times a year, and could live lazily the rest of the time. As long as she met Renes’s expectations, she could live like that for the rest of her life.
‘But in the end, I lost.’
She had fought at Renes’s command. Maybe she should have put in more effort? The thought crossed her mind, but it was soon drowned out by her ever-present laziness. She still had the energy to move, but doing so would only mean more troublesome fights like before. Repeating that process was just too much of a hassle.
So, even if she was scolded by the lord, it was better to just lie still here. With that decision, Petunia let all the strength drain from her body and simply watched as he acted toward her.
“Now that I touch you, you’re really small. Are you actually an adult?”
“...It’s too much trouble to explain. Do I really need to convince you?”
“Well, if you’re not, it could be a big problem, you know?”
A big problem? Petunia found even questioning that to be a hassle, so she simply let herself be held and passively allowed him to touch her.
Squeeze, squeeze. His rough hands kneaded her nearly flat chest.
The sensation made goosebumps rise all over her body, but even reacting to that felt like too much work, so Petunia just yawned and spoke in a bored tone.
“I don’t know what you’re doing... Is this supposed to be fun?”
“Mm, it’s not exactly fun, but it’s exciting. Look, even the crowd is enjoying it.”
Enjoying it?
Curious, Petunia glanced around. The murmuring spectators watched intently, their eyes filled with anticipation and mockery, just as he said. It was as if they found her downfall amusing... and though the attention was unfamiliar, she found herself understanding it. Those who had envied her talent had always secretly wished for her to fall. Now, it was simply the first time it had actually happened.
“...Ugh.”
Suddenly, Petunia’s body twitched and she let out a small moan. Noticing her reaction, Aid, who was touching her, spoke up.
“What’s this? Acting all indifferent, but you’re feeling it, aren’t you?”
Feeling it? What?
Confused by the new sensation, Petunia replied honestly.
“I don’t know. It just tickles a bit...”
“Oh, is that how it is?”
Seemingly provoked by her words, he turned her face toward him and made her look at him.
Then, gently grabbing her chin, he asked,
“Have you ever kissed someone?”
“Kiss?”
“...Don’t tell me you don’t even know what a kiss is?”
She knew, of course. It was something men and women did to express affection.
And bringing it up meant he intended to do it with her.
“Mmph.”
Understanding, Petunia leaned in slightly and pressed her lips to his.
It was a brief contact. When she pulled away, he looked surprised.
“You’re more forward than I thought.”
“I figured if I didn’t play along, you’d just get more annoying.”
Petunia just wanted this situation to end quickly. She stayed still to minimize movement, not because she didn’t mind being touched. Plus, the noisy crowd made it impossible to sleep.
“Is that enough for you?”
She hoped that cooperating a little would make the hassle end sooner, but he looked dissatisfied and reached to pull her head in again.
“Of course not. That was a childish kiss.”
“What... Mmph!?”
He pulled her in for another kiss.
But unlike before, this time his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring and licking every corner.
“Mm, mmph...”
Petunia’s body flinched in reflexive resistance, but her lazy nature quickly subdued it, and her mouth was left to be ravaged by his tongue.
As she felt the heat and strange sensation, she realized his hand was sliding down to her lower body, past her stomach, between her legs, and to the slit there.
Slide, slide.
His fingers carefully parted her secret folds and gradually slipped inside.
It was the first time anything had entered her as a woman. When his fingers reached her inner walls, Petunia felt a primal sense of danger she’d never known.
Creak, creak.
His fingers explored her still-dry inner lining, searching as if probing for something. As Petunia unconsciously tensed, his finger pressed a certain spot.
“Mm!!?”
Her body spasmed, and he pulled away from her lips with a sly smile.
“Found it, your G-spot.”
She didn’t know what that meant, but instinctively realized he’d found her weak point and intended to attack it.
“Wa-wait...”
She tried to protest, but it was already too late.
Creak!
“Ugh!”
The sharp moan escaped as he pressed that spot with his finger.
Her back arched and her body trembled, prompting his fingers to thrust even more actively inside her.
“Ah, ugh, haa...♥”
The dangerous sensation, never before felt, made her moan involuntarily.
But he didn’t even allow that, kissing her again.
“Mmph, mmph...!”
Her rising moans were swallowed by his mouth, and his tongue danced, dominating her mouth.
Simultaneous stimulation above and below.
Overwhelmed and confused, Petunia finally raised her hands to his body in a feeble attempt to resist.
‘Stop. Something’s wrong...’
But he didn’t stop.
Neither the invasion of her mouth nor the thrusting of his fingers.
Creak, creak!
Her insides, now wet from the stimulation, provided lubrication for his fingers to move even faster, and she felt something surging from deep within.
Like a dormant volcano erupting.
Her body shook with the intense, hot sensation, and as he pulled his tongue from her mouth, he hugged her and focused all his effort on the fingers inside her.
“Ah, ugh, haa... Wait. Something’s...!”
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!
“Ah, ugh, oh, oh, oh...♥”
Her words were cut off, replaced by broken moans.
The crowd’s excitement grew as Aid, savoring his victory, whispered in her ear.
“What happened to all that composure? You’re flooding down here!”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t know...!”
“What, you’ve never even masturbated before?”
“I haven’t... oh, oh...♥”
Now her slit was so wet his hand was drenched, and as her back arched, Petunia focused all her senses on her spine.
It was coming.
Something was surging up from her lower body, climbing her spine, and threatening to pierce her mind.
Squelch!
As soon as she accepted it, a torrent of fluid shot forward.
Her head thrown back, Petunia shuddered, water gushing from every orifice of her face.
“Oh, oh...♥”
What just happened?
It felt like electricity, her mind went blank, and her body went limp.
She had never experienced anything like this.
As she struggled to define it, the man holding her whispered teasingly.
“How does it feel, reaching climax for the first time?”
Climax.
That’s what he called what just happened. The surge from deep inside her that scrambled her brain there was no better word for it.
“My head is blank... My body feels so weak...”
Still in the afterglow, Petunia put a hand to her chest.
Her heart was pounding wildly.
It had never beat like this before, as if she’d just awakened from a long sleep.
The stimulation cleared her drowsy mind, and her heated body began to crave more.
“Well, that’s enough warm-up. Time to get started.”
Responding to her feelings, he laid her down, spread her legs, and took off his pants.
And then, an enormous, heavy pillar was revealed.
It was so long it easily reached past her stomach, and Petunia, overwhelmed, asked nervously,
“W-what are you going to do with that...?”
“I’m going to put it inside you now.”
“Put it... in?”
“It’ll feel good, I promise. Way better than fingers.”
He rubbed his shaft against her tightly closed slit.
The unfamiliar anticipation made Petunia swallow as she stared at it.
‘Is that really going to fit in me...?’
Her heart pounded even harder.
Even though she could repel most weapons with her bare body, she instinctively knew she couldn’t easily withstand that thing tearing through her insides.
“If you don’t want this, you can run away.”
He paused and spoke gently.
“R-run...?”
“You could, you know. It’d be easy for you. Just get up and run away.”
He wasn’t wrong.
She had only admitted defeat because fighting more was too much trouble.
Even after that climax, she still had enough strength to move if she wanted. If the pounding in her chest was fear, then running away would be the right choice.
But...
Gulp.
Petunia swallowed, her throat dry with tension.
Staring at his member, she averted her gaze and muttered,
“It’s... too much trouble.”
She hid her anticipation behind shyness.
For the first time in her life, she felt something new, and she was clumsy in expressing it.
“It’s too much trouble to move... If you want to do it, just do it.”
Trying to act as lazy as usual, she saw him grin as he brought his shaft to her slit.
Creak.
The blunt head parted her folds.
The gap was so tight it seemed impossible to accommodate.
“Ah, ugh...”
Even as she gasped at the sensation of being impaled, his shaft kept pushing forward, prying her open.
When he was about halfway in, he thrust into her wet hole and reached the end.
“Oh, ohh!!”
Petunia’s back arched as she lost her virginity.
