Hentai King System

The world fell silent as if it had lost sound.

Only the feel of that one point was everything.

(Aah! I’m kissing Lord Rigel…!)

With an unbelievable feeling Lene tasted that feel.

Something burst deep in her chest.

A sensation as if her feet floated softly.

Happy enough to cry, painful, and hard.

Her chest grew hot, and she trembled to her core.

No one’s voice entered her ears anymore.

In her world there was only Rigel.

”Alright, I’m about to cum! Make your hip work fierce!”

”Y-yes!!”

Pan!

Pan!

Fierce sounds rang.

And it was the instant Lene struck her hips especially large.

Byurururuu!!

A large amount of sperm was spat out.

(Aah!)

Lene’s body trembled with jolts.

To a girl like that the boy said.

”It’s my… no, Rigel’s sperm! Receive it properly so you can get pregnant!”

”Y-yes…”

”You’ve done well until now! With this the VIP viewing ticket is yours! Congratulations!”

”Th-thank you very mush…”

Lene said it while soaking in the afterglow of climax.

Her face was bright red, her breath disordered, steam seemed ready to rise from her whole body.

Even so she was smiling.

In the dreamlike time a little happiness seeped.

”You’ll want to go to the venue right away, but… may I make a small request?”

”A request…?”

Lene tilted her head.

In the depths of her eyes a little confusion and a shadow of fatigue could still be seen.

Her breath was rough, her hands trembled in small increments.

”See, your hole was good. Won’t you let me enjoy a second round?”

”Eh…?”

Lene’s pupils swayed.

The instant she understood that meaning, the red of her face deepened further.

”What, rest easy! This time I’ll move! You can be a tuna!”

While saying it like a light joke, there was a strange force in those eyes.

Pushed by that atmosphere, Lene unconsciously stepped back.

”Th-that’s… Ah, aaaah!!”

While Lene hesitated, the boy inserted without hesitation.

Then he began moving his hips again.

”Nn! A-aaan!!”

The boy’s movement was skilled.

Pleasure incomparable to when Lene herself had been moving in cowgirl assailed her.

She kept being toyed with and was made to climax many times.

”Alright, I’ll cum inside! Receive it without holding back!!”

”Nnnn!!”

Dopyu!!

Byurururuu!!

A large amount of sperm was spat out again.

While trembling her body with jolts, Lene reached a large climax.

To a girl like that the boy said.

”We’ll still go! Third round!!”

”A… u…”

A hoarse voice leaked from the back of her throat.

She could no longer even form a reply.

On top of mental fatigue from challenges accompanied by strong shame, she was physically spent from moving herself in cowgirl.

To finish it, overwhelming pleasure.

Lene was already at her limit.

(…What time is it now… I have to go soon… I won’t make the final…)

Inside her head such words floated vaguely.

But she could not put them into her mouth.

The edges of her vision blurred, and sound receded.

”Come on! Tighten your pussy properly!!”

”Uuu…”

Pan!

Pan!

Fierce sounds rang out again.

”Aaaah…”

She could no longer resist.

Lene simply kept being violated by the boy.

(I don’t… know what’s what anymore… I’m sorry, Lord Rigel…)

Lene apologized inside.

Her eyelids were heavy, the world was going dark.

Only her own heartbeat could be heard faintly.

Then she let go of consciousness just like that.

What came after… she did not remember well.

Only.

”Kyaaaaah! Lord Rigel! Lord Rigel!! Lord Rigel!!!”

At the final, in the VIP seats.

Lene’s voice rang especially high.

One way or another, she had apparently made it in time.

Her fervor was intense enough to call out of place.

Waving her hands, leaning forward, shining her eyes, she kept shouting with all her strength toward Rigel who would enter soon.

Even among the audience seats, a limited place called VIP seats.

In a place where formality and quiet were demanded, the existence of a girl who stood out especially.

Naturally the surrounding VIP guests furrowed their brows.

”Hey…! What’s with this girl…!!”

Testarossa turned a severe expression.

Those eyes clearly contained anger.

”You’re in the way! At this rate I can’t see Rigel-san’s valiant figure!!”

Continuing, Char raised her voice without hiding irritation.

Lene had blocked the vision of her who was somewhat short.

”Know your place! Otherwise I’ll ’condemnation execute’ you!!”

Aria spat it in a cold voice.

In that hand the Scale Sword was gripped.

Testarossa, Char, Aria.

The feelings each held toward Rigel varied, but to Rigel they were roughly the same.

”My women.”

Because they themselves were tournament participants and there was much to gain from watching, Rigel had given them VIP viewing tickets.

In that, a foreign element that appeared from somewhere.

The air of the place and order apparently did not get through to her.

The figure raising her voice, waving both hands, and calling Rigel’s name over and over with an ecstatic expression was truly a ”runaway.”

It was only natural Testarossa and the others would want to complain.

”I haven’t done anything wrong! I properly obtained a VIP seat viewing ticket!!”

Lene said it puffing her chest.

Indeed, she was a legitimate viewer.

However.

”That doesn’t mean you can make a racket! Think of the trouble to other viewers—”

Testarossa tried to admonish as calmly as possible while holding down her anger.

But those words did not reach to the end.

”Ah! Lord Rigel is about to enter! Lord Rigel! Lord Rigel!! Lord Rigel!!!”

Lene raised a cheer.

At that frenzy the surrounding VIP guests recoiled again.

A gentleman cleared his throat, a noblewoman stopped her fan, and even venue staff stopped moving for an instant.

But the person herself did not care at all.

Rather, as Rigel’s appearance approached, those eyes increased their shine further.

”…For Lord Rigel, I don’t mind if this throat breaks!!”

”You don’t need to break it!!”

Testarossa immediately retorted, and Char held Lene’s shoulder.

Aria no longer had any energy left to say anything.

In the end the three looked at each other’s faces in silence and arrived at the same conclusion.

”””…This is hopeless.”””

While cheers and sighs crossed, only Lene’s voice rang especially bright through the arena.

”Now then, the Academy Martial Arts Tournament is finally at the climax! Two people worthy of the final remain!!”

The female commentator announced.

In that voice dwelled a heat that had not been in the commentary until now.

Excitement and expectation seeped from the edges of the words, and it came through vividly that she herself was enjoying this instant from the heart.

The many spectators packed into the venue also held their breath as if affected by that air.

”First, Her Highness Amelia Fiorett Wistaria the Fifth Princess! Belonging to third-year S-class, and also student council president!! Her ability is recognized by all! The leading championship candidate has advanced as expected!!”

At the same time as the announcement, gazes gathered on one corner of the stage.

Amelia lightly flipped her long flowing hair and stepped forward with a majestic gait.

That bearing was truly a princess itself.

A gaze that held both elegance and severity tightened the air in the venue in an instant.

”””””Uooooooooh!!!!!”””””

As if a dam had broken, the spectators’ cheers roared.

Fervor.

Applause.

Praise.

All of that was poured on her alone.