Hentai King System

”Ah…! A-ahaaah!! Nnghaaahaaaah!!!”

Anitta reached orgasm.

At the same time, her vagina tightened.

(Guh…!?)

Unable to withstand the stimulation, Rigel came inside her.

But not a single drop of semen leaked out.

Every bit of it was pumped straight into Anitta’s womb.

”Ah… Aah…”

Anitta murmured in a trance.

She could feel her uterus filling up.

”Haa… Haa…”

Thanks to the [Rape] cheat skill, Rigel had creampied countless times before.

Even for him, the pleasure of his first rape-and-creampie against a virgin was overwhelming.

And with a brand-new situation like this one, it was even stronger.

He poured all his semen deep into Anitta’s vagina, then pulled his cock out.

”Ah…!”

”This concludes the bathing assistance. Next… wipe her down and dress her. That’s it.”

”Ah… Yes…”

Rigel wiped Anitta’s body with a towel.

”Nngh…”

Anitta let out a sweet little sigh.

Rigel leaned close to her ear.

”If anything comes up again, call me anytime. The Health Committee member will come running.”

”Yes…”

”Then that’s all.”

Rigel put his clothes back on and left the bath area.

Anitta’s eyes, watching him leave, had turned completely dazed.

Several minutes after Rigel finished raping and creampieing Anitta—

”Alright, the Royal Academy Martial Arts Tournament has entered the second round! In the first round, Class S first-year Rigel managed a miracle lucky win! But the second round has some strong opponents. Will the boy who only has luck to rely on be able to advance!?”

The female commentator’s bright voice echoed through the venue.

The audience seats immediately erupted into noise.

Among the heated words flying around—mostly jeers and curses—Rigel stood calmly at the center of the stage, expression unchanged, eyes fixed straight ahead.

His replies to the barrage of shouts were light, almost bored.

”Step back, you lucky bastard!”

”You don’t get miracles twice, loser!”

”Give up already, you trash!”

”You ruined my bet! How do you plan to pay me back, huh!?”

”Give me my money back, you bastard!”

He didn’t even bother to answer. He just waited quietly for his opponent to appear.

The sword he held was the standard wooden sword issued by the school for training and practice matches.

Despite carrying the S-class title, his stance carried no intimidation whatsoever.

”The opponent facing Rigel… is also a dark horse! The assassin from Class C first-year, the Heavily Armored Warrior Noah!”

With the commentator’s announcement, Noah walked onto the stage.

The moment the audience saw him, the atmosphere shifted from jeers to excitement.

”Oh, he finally came!”

”Heavily Armored Warrior Noah! Even though he’s from the mid-class, his combat ability is real!”

”No way you can beat Rigel!”

The boy called Noah stood on the stage in full plate armor covering his entire body from head to toe.

The silver armor reflected sunlight like polished metal, radiating an overwhelming presence that made him seem like an unbeatable enemy.

In his hand was a long wooden sword, giving him an almost ceremonial air.

His stance was perfect—no openings, no movement, nothing.

”…I will definitely win.”

Noah’s low mutter reached Rigel.

Rigel’s cold gaze showed he already believed he would win.

”Noah has achieved top grades in swordsmanship class even though he’s from C-class! In the first round he used his heavy armor to defeat an opponent far stronger than him! Is there really a chance for Rigel, who lacks in combat ability despite being S-class?!”

Every time the commentator spoke, the audience grew louder.

No one believed Rigel could win anymore.

Rigel ignored the noise and slowly raised his wooden sword.

His movements were slow, almost fragile.

But his eyes glowed with quiet confidence.

”Hmm… Interesting.”

He spoke to himself in a low voice, then took a single step forward.

For a moment the audience’s mockery died down and an eerie tension filled the air.

”Then… let the match begin!”

The commentator’s voice rang out.

The heat in the venue spiked instantly.

And with that signal, Noah launched his first attack.

”Haaah!”

With a sharp cry of spirit, Noah’s sword sliced through the air.

It moved faster than the heavy armor would normally allow.

The blade aimed straight for Rigel’s waist.

”Oh?”

Rigel was completely calm.

He sidestepped lightly, swung his wooden sword to deflect the attack.

For an instant Noah’s strike bounced off Rigel’s sword and flew wide.

”Tch…!”

Noah staggered for a moment, correcting his stance.

But while he recovered, Rigel didn’t move at all. He simply watched.

”Is that all you’ve got? I was expecting something heavier from a ’Heavily Armored Warrior’…”

At Rigel’s provocative words, Noah’s face twisted in rage.

”Tch…! Not yet!!”

Noah reset his sword and charged at Rigel again.

”Haaah!”

This time it was straight on.

A simple, no-frills attack.

But—

”Oh?”

Rigel deflected it just as easily.

His movements even had a hint of laziness.

”Haaah!”

Noah didn’t slow down.

He swung his sword again and again, attacking with full power.

Every swing was blocked, parried, or dodged by Rigel.

(Well well… Is this the real strength of a ’Heavily Armored Warrior’? It’s struggling to put up a decent fight.)

Rigel felt a little bored inside, but he kept observing Noah’s movements.

Noah’s attacks were fast and heavy.

But they were all perfectly straight-line, easy to read.

”Hyah!”

Rigel’s light swing of the sword struck Noah’s armor.

With a dull thud, Noah’s body rocked for a second.

”Guh…!!”

Noah couldn’t help but grunt in pain.

But he didn’t fall.

”Haa… Haa…!”

Breathing through his shoulders, Noah’s eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

The anger and shame toward Rigel burned brighter than ever.

Rigel stared at him for a moment, then shrugged.

”Just so you know, are you ready to surrender?”

At the question, Noah answered without hesitation.

”No.”

That single word carried such resolve that a few murmurs escaped the audience seats.

Some people were moved by Noah’s determination.

But Rigel’s face didn’t change.

In fact, he was silently clicking his tongue inside.

(So the heavy armor is reducing the damage… I could easily knock him out if I went all out, but showing my real strength to the audience and other players right now would be too early. So…)

Rigel, who carried the [Rape] cheat skill, loved fresh rape-and-creampie scenarios.

Noah wasn’t a rape target, but if he defeated him here it would mess up his later plans.

Since this was the Royal Academy Martial Arts Tournament, he wanted to hide his power as much as possible and connect it to a tournament-specific rape situation.

”Hmph, what’s the matter! Attack already!”

Noah’s voice boomed across the venue.

The audience stirred wildly at his taunting tone.

Noah’s sword swung again, aiming for a heavy blow.

”…?”

But Rigel said nothing.

He simply swung his wooden sword lightly and parried Noah’s attack perfectly.

No panic. No wasted strength.

”Tch…!”

Noah ground his teeth and retreated.

Instead of chasing, Rigel calmly returned to his stance.

The two stared each other down, neither landing a finishing blow, and time passed.

”Ohhh! What’s going on here!? It’s a stalemate!!”

The commentator’s voice echoed again.

The audience heat cooled slightly, but the murmurs continued.

”What the hell, Noah’s attacks aren’t even landing!”

”Is that all Rigel can do? Just defend?”

”Attack already! This match is too boring!”

Jeers flew from the audience.

Rigel’s expression didn’t change.

He continued watching Noah calmly.

(Time to finish this…)

”Guh…!?”

Suddenly Noah groaned and dropped to one knee.

The sudden change made the audience shout.

”W-what!? Noah dropped to his knees in the middle of the match!? What the hell is happening!?”

The commentator sounded shocked.

Rigel didn’t move. He simply watched.

”Haa, haa… It’s hot…!”

Noah muttered painfully, removing his helmet.

The moment the helmet came off, a waterfall of sweat poured down his face.

The audience erupted again.

”Oh my? Noah is sweating buckets! Is the long fight in full plate armor really that tough!?”

The commentator shouted.

Half right, half wrong.

No matter how heavy the armor, the current temperature wasn’t high enough for a waterfall of sweat even after a prolonged fight.

So why was Noah looking so miserable?

It was—

(Hehehe! Looks like I named it [Range] magic.)

Rigel thought as he checked his own magic’s effect.

Since the start of the match he had been subtly raising the temperature of Noah’s full plate armor.

The magic he had used—[Range]—was a heat-manipulation spell that only worked at mid to close range.

To the naked eye there was no change, and it left no trace of attack.

It was the perfect embodiment of Rigel’s cunning.

He raised the temperature just enough to make Noah overheat in the armor, but nothing obvious.