Hentai King System

”Hmm…”

Having won the semifinal against Testarossa, Rigel held his head.

This was the third treatment room of the arena.

During the first and second rounds it had been a room with a high usage rate, but now that the matches had advanced to the semifinals, no contestants were using it.

Health Committee member Rigel had been using it as he pleased as his ”personal waiting room” and ”sex room.”

”Aah… what should I do.”

Deep hesitation seeped into the mutter that leaked from his mouth.

What he was worrying about was none other than Testarossa.

Her movement was smooth as water, and even in the middle of the fight that beauty had stolen his eyes.

But for him that was an emotion belonging to a more instinctive domain, separate from respect toward a warrior.

Rigel, a born rape demon, had from the start been looking at her supple, well-arranged body as a target.

Closing the distance as classmates had also been unrelated to friendship or familiarity.

It was solely to enjoy the gap.

Winner and loser, superiority and humiliation.

He intoxicated himself in that dramatic gap.

While always exchanging light talk, inside he had been searching for timing.

Where to cross the line.

Which instant was suitable for changing her from ”friend” to ”possession.”

Now that he had ended up showing his own ability through the course of the tournament, it was certainly about time to proceed to the next stage.

But.

”It’s just… different, somehow…”

Rigel furrowed his brow as if confused.

The winner’s composure on the stage had hidden itself, and rather the conflict inside seeped into that expression.

If it were an opponent like Aria who from the start bared hostility toward him and threw provocative words, the talk would be quick.

For that type he only had to thoroughly crush them on the stage.

Shatter their pride to pieces in front of the audience and hammer the reality of defeat into their body.

An ideal ”staging of defeat” that matched Rigel’s aesthetics.

But Testarossa had challenged Rigel with earnestness to the end.

No hostility, no provocation.

She had simply looked straight at his strength and collided from the front without fear.

As if asking to be taught.

Rigel had somehow had his rhythm thrown off by that.

It doesn’t suit me, Rigel felt again.

The closing of the match had been far too moderate, far too kind.

That somehow did not feel like himself.

”She doesn’t have an interesting unique magic like Aria either… Invite her to dinner and slip her a sleeping drug? No, that overlaps with Char… Praise her effort as a martial artist and introduce a good massage shop. That overlaps with Evelyn.”

While putting a hand to his chin Rigel muttered to himself without pause.

His gaze wandered the ceiling as if wandering a maze of thought.

”Hmm… Can’t be helped, I’ll go with ’violence’ by proper means! Beat her to a pulp from the front, make her lose the will to fight, and violate her while she’s in a daze! It’s an old hand I used up on the battlefield, but against a classmate it should have a different freshness!”

Rigel muttered that as if organizing his own thoughts.

Memories of the battlefield crossed his heart.

The smell of iron.

Enemy women soldiers smeared in white fluid.

Those days when power was logic.

A rape life unique to academy life was good, but the rape life accompanying invasion of an enemy country had been wonderful too.

”Strike while the iron is hot. I’ll call Testarossa here right away and—”

”Hm? I’ve been here for a while, though?”

”…!?”

At the voice from behind, Rigel jumped.

No, not as a metaphor. He might have truly floated a few centimeters.

When he turned, Testarossa was there.

She wore a faint smile.

”Wha…!? Why are you here…!”

”I have something I want to say to you, Rigel-kun. More precisely, something I want to ask. I heard you were in this third treatment room, so I came to the room.”

A composed tone as if taking an afternoon stroll.

Testarossa’s face let one feel no sway of emotion at all.

While agitated inside, Rigel tried somehow to pretend calm.

”S-so… did you hear something?”

Gulp, his throat sounded.

He fell into the illusion that his own voice echoed through the whole room.

If the rape plan had been heard, it would hinder his future rape life.

That alone he wanted to avoid.

Receiving Rigel’s question, Testarossa tilted her head a little.

Then she smiled gently.

”No? I didn’t hear anything particularly strange.”

”I-I see…!”

Receiving the words, Rigel finally leaked a breath of relief.

The hand on his chest trembled faintly.

But the next instant.

That peace was easily broken.

”But I didn’t think you’d seek me too, Rigel-kun.”

It was a calm voice.

Yet behind those words there was an unidentifiable pressure.

”…What?”

”Unique magic, sleeping drugs, violence… You were thinking of various things to make me your ’thing,’ Rigel-kun. I’m glad.”

”…!”

Rigel’s complexion changed all at once.

Without caring about Rigel like that, Testarossa continued.

”It’s fine. Do as you like, Rigel-kun. As I am now I can’t match you. If you use violence, I can’t resist.”

Testarossa smiled.

That smile contained no provocation or irony.

It was only quiet, and far too natural, so Rigel stalled on words.

”…!”

”But can I ask one thing first?”

Testarossa approached with a slow gait.

In that movement there was neither intimidation nor killing intent.

Rather it was calm, and even looked like a familiar way of closing distance before talking.

But Rigel’s instinct rang an alarm.

He desperately made the foot that had started to retreat hold its ground.

Without realizing it he had put strength in his shoulders.

”W-what is it…”

”About children.”

That single line stabbed like a knife.

Rigel could not return words.

”…”

A single line of cold sweat ran down Rigel’s brow.

Strange.

Originally he should be overwhelmingly above.

In power, and in position.

And yet the one being cornered now was him.

”I want to raise the child into a martial artist above myself. Can I leave the education policy to me?”

”Y-yeah… That’s fine. It’s fine, but… no, wait! The talk is jumping too far!”

”Is it? Isn’t it better to think about this kind of thing in advance?”

”…Kuh!”

Rigel was particular about creampies.

The level-up conditions of the cheat skill [Rape] were involved too, but it was not only that.

A deeper preference of his own was entangled.

Among past women there had been those who declared in front of him,

”I don’t need a child with a scum like you. I’ll abort it.”

But when Rigel flew into a rage and strongly threatened them, they eventually withdrew it.

The number of children a woman can conceive in a lifetime is not that many.

At most three to five, even many would stay around ten.

Making her use that precious one time on his child.

Forcibly, dominantly.

That itself was the real thrill of rape.

Rigel thought that way.

Of course he also calculated that the women would eventually bear his children.

But having the initiative on child-rearing policy offered from the woman’s side was outside his assumptions.

Moreover the eeriness of it being spoken so matter-of-factly, as if it were natural.

His rhythm was being thrown off by a situation outside his calculations.