Volume 10 Chapter 17 That Female Warrior Was a Villain ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hoo~ I heard this was a rundown fort, but damn, you’ve cleaned it up real nice, huh?”
”Uh—y-yeah.”
The auditor for today shot him a sharp glare.
The man always avoided eye contact, staring off in some random direction with just his eyes.
Why the hell did it have to be this guy, of all people?
Please, just go home already.
This was clearly a pinch.
The woman he’d meant to ditch after screwing her over hadn’t cut ties at all.
A piercing stare stabbed into his back—like she wanted to run him through with a rapier over and over—and cold sweat poured down nonstop.
She was a punk girl adventurer with black hair streaked in red lines and a lip piercing.
Among adventurers, she was effectively the top tier—an A-rank. The Swift Ada? That was her.
A warrior who sat at the peak, earned through countless achievements and unmatched skill.
She had the Unique Skill Air Walk.
She probably excelled in battles using super-fast movement.
Cianie. Tiet. Meina. Rosetta. Viola.
Just thinking of those women made it clear how insanely strong pure speed could be.
With nothing but that ability, she’d climbed to the highest rank.
In short, Ada was terrifying in a straight-up fight.
Totally different from sneaky bastards like Klock.
And he’d fucked her over—literally buried her in the wall from behind.
He’d created that rape-level grudge.
”…Ah, so this is the soldiers’ living quarters, yeah?”
”Hmm.”
Ada followed along, looking bored as hell.
She kept stabbing Klock with her gaze the whole time, and whenever he turned, she’d shoot him death glares.
No matter how you sliced it, she screamed delinquent.
Her weird mood even had the inspector guys tagging along looking kinda confused.
”Hey, uh, Ms. Ada, you thirsty or anything?”
”Hah?”
Klock signaled Suzette with his eyes, and she bowed quick before slipping away.
Operation start signal.
”Come on, this way. You must be tired from the long trip, Ms. Ada.”
”Hoo.”
”Come come, right this way. Come on, come on, come on…!!”
”Hoo~?”
When it came to bootlicking, nobody beat Klock.
Well, that was exaggerating a bit, but he went all out groveling to Ada.
He flashed a toothy grin, rubbing his hands together.
She watched, eyebrows shooting up, then smirked with pure evil glee.
He walked slow, guiding her through the fort.
He rambled about pointless shit, stalling just enough so she wouldn’t catch on.
Once he led her to the courtyard, he took her straight to the simple rest spot he’d set up yesterday.
Not long after he got her seated, Suzette came back and offered Ada a cup.
Klock secretly gave her a thumbs-up for her speed.
He’d walked slow to the courtyard on purpose—to cut down wait time for Ada.
”Huh~ You can drink tea out here?”
What he served her was the same leaves Cianie loved.
The aroma alone lifted your mood.
”Damn… this is some good shit.”
Of course it was—the stuff even matched the taste of a legendary Hero with zero emotional swings. It had to be delicious.
Klock tsukkomi’d that in his head while
”Hey, glad you like it, that’s what matters…”
He rubbed his hands, peeking at her mood.
This was the plan: pamper her, cheer her up, and send her home peacefully.
He narrowed his eyes at Ada’s slightly better mood.
Suzette, watching from the side, quietly sighed.
”Oi, you there—maid.”
Ada called out to Suzette.
”Yes, ma’am?”
”The captains gotta talk private. You show the inspectors around.”
The delinquent warrior jerked her chin at someone else’s servant like she owned the place.
Suzette shot Klock an eye signal, asking for orders.
Shit. If Suzette left, he’d be alone with this bitch—and that was bad.
Actually, even with her here, it might still suck.
Suzette didn’t know he’d fucked Ada yet.
If she stuck around, she might figure it out.
In that split second, Klock made the bitter choice and gave Suzette the go-ahead.
She said, “Understood,” and led the group off somewhere in the fort.
Then—pow—a hand slapped onto his shoulder.
She hooked an arm around him like some thug harassing a random citizen, all casual menace, and
”Alright, let’s find somewhere quiet.”
”…Uh, I haven’t shown you the wall defenses yet.”
”Shut up and come on. Right? There’s stuff we can’t talk about unless it’s just us two?”
Cold sweat trickled down his cheek.
Did I fuck up? He looked up at the sky.
With her arm slung over him, harassing him the whole way, she made him guide her to the chapel.
”The regs say five hundred soldiers.”
Ada drained the cup she’d brought from the courtyard.
She plopped onto one of the chapel’s pews, set the cup down with a clink, crossed her legs, and relaxed.
”Hah? No, we got three hundred—”
”Hah? You sayin’ I’m wrong?”
Ada jabbed a spear-tip glare right at him.
Klock shut his mouth under her death stare.
Her up-from-below look was pure beast-mode intimidation—enough to make any kid piss themselves.
”Oi. Get closer.”
”…Y-yeah.”
”Hurry up. Can’t hear you from way over there.”
The chapel was dead quiet. Her voice echoed like crazy.
He could’ve heard her fine. But she crooked her finger—come here, come here.
I’m getting punched for sure.
Thinking that, Klock quietly obeyed.
He stepped closer, but her finger kept crooking.
He kept coming, until he was right beside her, and then—
”!!?”
Klock’s balls got grabbed—hard.
”You’re short on soldiers. That’s on the Borges family, huh?”
”…P-please, have mercy…”
He’d braced for a face punch, but not this.
Why did tough bitches always go straight for the nuts as leverage?
”Mercy? You know what a court-martial is, asshole? Rule-breakers get judged. You wanna deal with that shit? Huh?”
Like hell you’d get court-martialed for a few missing grunts.
He tsukkomi’d it in his head but kept his mouth shut.
She was the Gildegant type—same twisted mindset.
Never mouth off to a woman gripping your balls.
”Uh, Ms. Ada, here…”
”Hah?”
He yanked a hemp sack from his pocket in a rush.
Glanced around quick, then offered it with both hands, all polite.
”It’s not much, but as a welcome gift…”
”…Hoo~?”
She took the sack, frowning at first.
She opened it skillful with her fingers and peeked inside.
Then—bam—her face twisted into a nasty grin.
”You came all this way, so a little gift…”
”Heh. Good attitude.”
”The Borges family wants to stick with Count Grasso from here on…”
”I get it. Knowing greetings shows class. Fine, I accept your sincerity.”
Ten gold coins.
She snatched the sack, peeked, and her mood shot up instantly.
Good thing he’d prepped it just in case.
Looked like she was the type who lit up for cash. Just as he’d figured.
Victim or not, this bitch was straight-up villain material.
No different from those roughneck adventurers with zero chill.
Her hand finally left his crotch.
Relief hit as his balls got free—he let out a breath.
Then she yanked him,
”By the way…”
”Guh—?!”
And slammed him down to sit next to her—hard.
She hooked her arm around his shoulders like a restraint.
”You got somethin’ to apologize to me for, right?”
”S-sorry!”
”Hah?”
She turned—just inches away, close enough for a kiss if she wanted.
Full-on intimidation, glaring daggers.
”No—about that time, really—”
”Pull out your dick.”
His apology got cut off.
The weird-ass demand flowed out smooth.
Huh? He turned to her. She smirked all vicious, pointing right at him—
Long nails for a warrior.
That finger aimed straight at his crotch.
”Pull it out, oi.”
”Y-yeah.”
He did what she said. Under that killer stare—like she’d murdered plenty—he fumbled in a panic and yanked out his cock.
”Hah? It’s huge!”
And the second she saw it, she made a sour face.
”…Huuuge. You’re fucked up. You shoved this monster into me? That’s attempted murder, you bastard!”
She sized up his shaft and declared it a weapon.
She pinched it between her pinky and thumb to measure, then double-took.
Even for a woman who seemed used to guys, this felt way too big.
”Anyway, this ain’t a dick anymore. Who said pull out a sea cucumber? I said pull out your dick—your actual dick!”
”This is my dick, ma’am.”
Dick, dick—straight from a woman’s mouth.
No shame at all. It was crude as hell, screaming bad upbringing.
Ada kept her sour face but leaned in close.
She sniffed—sniff sniff—and
”…Stinks. You hid this nasty shit while talking to me? You’re seriously looking down on me, you pervert.”
”S-sorry!”
”You got off on me smelling your stink, huh? You perverted rapist fuck!”
”N-no way, that’s not—”
Unreasonable abuse piled on.
The female warrior stabbed her gaze at Klock with a slight smirk.
She stared hard at him while he kept his eyes averted, then—bam—her hand grabbed his shaft tight.
”Thief rapist. You fucked around with me using this, right?”
”No, really, I’m sorry!”
”Can’t complain if I rip this dick right off now, huh?”
”…P-please, no, have mercy!”
”You gotta do whatever I say. Got it?”
She leaned in, whispering threats right in his ear.
Klock nodded frantically—yes, yes.
Her hand kneaded it—squeeze, squeeze—like a deep massage.
Dick massage and ear-whispered threats hit him at once.
”Of course I won’t go against you, Ms. Ada!”
He raised both hands in surrender. Inside, his middle finger was flipping her off, but right now, he had to obey. Just endure till she got satisfied and left.
”Bend down here.”
”…Huh?”
She pointed at the floor right in front of her eyes. Between the chapel pew and the one ahead—the tight gap. She meant kneel there.
”Hurry up.”
Confused as hell about her intent, he still did what she said.
He dropped to his knees right in front of her, squeezing into the narrow space. It was so tight his chest pressed against her knee where she sat crossed-legged.
”…Heh.”
Full-on villain smirk. She looked down at him like she’d kick a kid for fun on a whim.
She uncrossed her legs, swung one over his head. Leaning back against the pew, she hooked one foot on the seatback ahead—and spread her legs wide right in his face.
”Suck it.”
Just that one command. Elbow on the backrest, attitude like a goddamn queen.
”…Y-yeah.”
He sighed deep in his mind. Look up—Ada eyed him like she was appraising meat. Look down—her crotch, hidden under the waist cloth.
Shaking with fear, he reached out both hands and flipped up her waist cloth.
Black garter belt stockings jumped into view.
He caught a quick glimpse of the female knight’s exposed pussy—and glanced up at her. She shot him a narrowed-eye glare. Piss her off, and that heel would come crashing down. Right now, Klock was on the scales—being weighed.
”…Excuse me.”
He slipped his hand under her waist cloth. Hooked his fingers on her tights and underwear. She tilted her hips, lifting her ass. He yanked them down in that moment.
What got bared was the pussy of the female warrior he’d roughed up before. The neatly trimmed hair—probably done thinking of guys seeing it. That well-used-looking slit. Never thought he’d reunite just to service it. The thick, musky woman scent hit him, and his shoulders slumped.
He took off her iron boot. Tights and underwear pulled down to her knees. Once he got it all off, he was finally ready to show loyalty.
Under her stare, he buried his face in the female warrior’s crotch. Like kissing a princess’s gauntlet, he pressed his lips to her labia.
”Heh…”
Her shiver hit him through the squeeze of her thighs. Female musk, the hard-yet-soft feel of her thighs, female musk. Stinks, he thought—but he stuck out his tongue and licked along the slit. Smeared saliva on his lips, pecked at her clit—smack smack—showing full service mode.
This middle management life, huh? To get by in the world, you gotta lick even a superior’s stinky pussy. If this keeps Brigante running, it’s a cheap price…
He got why maids gritted their teeth inside while pulling down panties. When nobles turned their asses, it must feel just like this. The natural order of shit.
”Nn… heh heh.”
His tongue touched her clit, and a little moan slipped out. He looked up—female warrior grinning ear to ear. She looked pleased in all kinds of ways.
”Out west, y’know.”
”Nmm?”
”Heard rumors about that pint-sized knight. Some little girl wrecked a monster army in the big war. Turns out it’s that hero party holy knight Tiet.”
Her hand plopped on his head. Not petting or anything cute. Keep sucking. Listen to me with her pussy in your mouth. No lifting your head—that’s what the pressure meant.
”The one who punched me back then? Holy knight Tiet. And she’s out west now—not here. Means no one’s protecting you. Right?”
”…”
She’s not gone, but no need to argue seriously. Instead of answering, he rolled his tongue more carefully on her. Sucked her labia into his mouth—slurp slurp—begging for mercy at her lower mouth.
”You—what are you to that brat? Family or something? Tied to Borges house means you got some position, huh?”
Her hand lifted off. She wanted an answer, apparently. Tricky question. No clue what she wanted with him. But he knew his reply would decide her mood.
”Tiet? Just acquaintances, that’s all. Borges house? Met ’em recently for work. Pitched myself to get the job.”
”Heh? Pitched yourself—your skills?”
”…Ah, this group’s a militia outfit. After the war started, I rallied ’em. Pitched myself as their leader, y’see.”
He skipped the “I’m a Brave Knight” bit. Wouldn’t help much anyway. But he mentioned Brigante—judged it smart. Showed his value a bit. Like, side with me, you get the whole organization as allies.
”Militia? To fight Demon Lord’s Army? Bullshit. A sneaky thief like you ain’t got that kinda guts.”
”I quit that life, ma’am.”
”Hah? Quit? What, knock up some girl?”
Even a barbaric halberd-swinging warrior was still a woman. Ada’s instincts sharpened quick.
Klock skipped answering, focused hard on dragging his tongue along her slit. Crushed her clit under his tongue, let the wet slurping echo.
”Nn… fu… heh, alright. Whatever. But you still fucked with me. Normally I’d crack your skull right now and feed you to monsters…”
Her fingertips tickled down his neck.
”But if you apologize proper and obey me? Might let it slide.”
She said it with a flushed face and vicious grin. Probably the type who got off on breaking men. Good—she looked like she was enjoying it.
”I’ll obey Ms. Ada!”
He declared it with her clit in his mouth. His breath and voice vibrated right into her pussy—she jolted once.
After that, service time dragged on. She went dead quiet. He thought maybe he’d pissed her off, but her little twitches said she was getting into it. Her breathing got rougher.
He focused his tongue on lip movements. From below, he cupped her thick, amazing ass, slid his tongue deep into the slit.
Slurp slurp—he sucked hard, flicked her clit up with his tongue. Soon her breaths came faster and faster.
”…Ku, fu, fuu…♡”
She covered her mouth with one hand, slammed the other on his head. Pushed his face hard into her crotch. She trembled quietly, her pussy lips opening and closing—pucker, pucker. Her open hand grabbed his arm hard and squeezed tight.
”Nn—♡ Nn, ku… fuu♡”
If the roles were reversed, she’d be gulping it down her throat right now. Thinking that, he sucked her bouncing pussy into his mouth and kept skillfully flicking her clit with his tongue. Even a tough female warrior leaked moans when she handed over her crotch. She was holding back, but the spasms shook through her thighs.
He kept tongue-fucking her pussy till she came. To avoid complaints later, he slurped loud—slurp slurp—as his apology service.
”Anyway, you were this huge? Shoving this in would kill a normal person!”
”No one’s died yet, ma’am.”
He’d buried his face in the female warrior’s crotch, apologizing for a while. Now he sat next to her—face still a bit flushed—and it was dick appreciation time again. She’d already pulled her tights and underwear back on, but for some reason, she gripped his shaft tight.
”Stinky stinky,” she said, but she squeezed hard. Not proper stroking—just half-assed rubs, kneading and playing to feel it out.
Just like guys can’t resist groping tits, asses, or pussies, women get the itch to handle dicks too. This was Ada’s version.
She raised her eyebrows, staring hard at his dick. Measured the length with her hand again, pressed it to her lower belly to see how deep it’d go. Didn’t like what she saw? She clicked her tongue for no damn reason.
Then—bam—her fist jabbed his side. Sudden punch. He turned, like “Why?”, but she ignored him. He staggered, but she kept her grip on his dick. Her eyes stayed locked on the shaft, suspicious as hell.
Choke choke—her idle stroking went on, and pre-cum leaked from the tip.
”Oi. You’re gonna blow. Cum.”
”Right here?”
”Wherever. Hurry up and cum. I’ll watch.”
She must’ve felt the throbbing—knew he was close. Experienced woman for sure. Her grip and strokes screamed “I know dicks.”
Choke choke—the handjob sounds echoed in the chapel. Arm slung over his shoulder, tits mashed against his arm, her breath hot on his neck.
”Still? Hurry the fuck up.”
To force it out, her hand sped up. She gripped a bit harder, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulder to pull her close. She caught the move—release signal—and smirked nasty.
”Ugh… what a load!”
Spurt, spurt—white ropes shot out. Not inside a woman, but she watched every bit up close.
”Volume’s insane. Wait, for real? You can cum this much?”
She kept stroking firm, watching the semen spray. Her hand didn’t stop. Leaned in, eyes on the tip—even with white stuff on her hand, she jerked nonstop.
”This thing’s definitely killed people. Murder dick!”
Chuk chuk—the wet sounds got faster and faster.
”…H-hey, Ms. Ada…?”
”Hah?”
Even after he came, she didn’t stop. Like a pushy guy ramming a spent pussy, she kept jerking his cumming dick.
”You fucked me with it, right? When I couldn’t move—forcing it in!”
”…”
”So it’s only fair I do the same to you.”
”…Even if you say that—”
Fair or not. Men and women weren’t built the same. Punch back if you get punched? Sure. But a woman raping a guy back? Tough as hell.
”Getting jerked through your orgasm hurts, huh? That’s your payback today. Resist, and I punch you.”
”W-wait… this is payback…?”
”Damn right. I force shit on you—that’s my revenge. Gotta do it. Won’t stop till you cum like twenty times.”
”D-doh?! T-twenty?! No way, Ms. Ada—that’ll kill me!!”
Current Klock could probably handle it fine, but still. Realizing this random handjob was turning into torture, he tried to bolt.
Her leg hooked over his, tangling them. To stop him closing his legs or standing up, probably. The arm on his shoulder slid to his waist, pinning him down too.
”Hah? Look at your dick. You rammed this into me. Ripped my guts—that’s murder, asshole!”
”No no, but men ain’t built to cum twenty times!!”
Except Klock.
”So what? Cum, now! Won’t stop till twenty. Go soft, I punch you.”
”H-hey, that’s crazy…!!”
He shook his head wild. All the while, she gripped his dick firm and jerked merciless—shlick shlick.
”Crazy? So you broke military regs, defied the Count’s house? Means you’re good to judge for trying to murder me with this dick, huh?”
”N-no…!! H-hey, you’re serious…?!?”
Her long nails scratched his neck teasing. Fuu—she blew on purpose, tickling his ear.
”Come on, hurry and spurt spurt. Dawdle, and someone walks in. Warning—won’t wait for your cumming dick to calm down.”
Up close—breath on him—she laughed vicious. Women could smirk that evil, huh. No victim here—pure predator.
Come to think of it, he’d once fingered some maid while lecturing her. Same motive as this punishment on him now. Men, women—maybe we all wanna do the same damn shit.
”Gu, oooo…?!!”
Prodded for another load, the floor got white again. He writhed in agony, pinned by the grinning swordswoman.
”You’re nuts—cumming this much no matter what. Even a horny kid dries up at five, six. …Ah, what number was that? Forgot—starting over from one.”
”Haaaahhh?!?! H-hey, you tryna kill me… O-ohhh…?!?”
Shlick shlick—rough, no-delicate shlicking on his rock-hard dick.
”Come on! Nineteen left! Cum apologizing to me, punk. Or bored of hands? Say ‘Lady Ada’ right, and I’ll suck it. Huh?”
The handjob torture dragged forever. Her stupidly skilled grip milked him nonstop—no going soft, straight to another cum.
This is bad. She’ll keep toying till I die cumming.
When he hit double digits in loads, fatigue finally kicked in. Normal guy? He’d just twitch—no more drops. But his dick still spurted lively. What a hopeless beast. The female warrior laughed at the sight. Her face flushed more—bad feeling brewing.
Then—the door creaked open. A third voice echoed in the chapel.
”Captain siiiir. …Huh, Ada?”
”Hah? …That voice—Fit?”
Notes:
• Ada – Female. Ada the Wild Wind. An A-rank adventurer. Her appearance is striking, with black hair mixed with fiery red, multiple earrings, and an axe spear as tall as she is. She is incredibly strong and fast, with a Unique Skill called the ‘Blessing of the Wind’ that enhances her speed and agility. Ada is ruthless in combat but shows a surprising willingness to negotiate. She is highly respected in adventurer circles and feared by criminals. Her relationship with Klock is adversarial, as he stole from her and escaped using trickery.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Gildegant – One of the Four Generals of the Demon Lord. Flame General.
• Count Grasso – Human noble of Conro known for strict discipline. His troops appear during Klock’s campaign march under the Borges crest. Leads the region’s highest-ranking house, commanding respect and tension with Klock’s forces. Alias: “The Silver Lion.” No direct ties to Klock, but his vanguard includes Ada, a former comrade turned rival.
• Fit – Solo archer adventurer; first appears at Barreith volunteer gathering, introduces herself to Klock and group, joining Brave Knight against Demon Lord’s Army
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