『Huff, huff, huff..』
The old men continue to embrace her in the silent darkness.
This number of people is the same as when she defeated the red-haired, braided, woman with a club as her weapon. A considerable amount of fuel is poured into the Knight, and its speed and strength increased greatly.
But the only change in Plain Queen is that now her mouth was smiling. She made her arms swing wider and struck Black Tights-chan’s Knight.
(All of this, and it’s still not enough?)
Black Tights-chan bit her lip, barely preventing the barrage of whips with her shield. She put her strength into her eyes and shouts in her heart.
(The third one!)
The third summoned middle-aged man, seeing that she is used from the front and back, grabs her black hair roughly with one hand.
Then he pulled the lump of cloth out of the back of her mouth and plunged himself in, forcing her to serve him with her mouth.
Choking, Black Tights-chan fought back against the Plain Queen, swallowing more magical power.
(How about this!)
Black Tight-chan is running around in the magic circle while dodging with a sharp movement and hover.
She even has enough leeway to counterattack. However, the small and slender girl resisted the temptation, and as a result, her judgment was correct.
Plain Queen’s eyes narrowed lightly, and the composure she had worked so hard to create was instantly shattered.
(What an unfathomable amount of magic.)
A single line of drool runs down the edge of Black Tights-chan’s mouth, and she wipes it with her sleeve.
But she believes. She believes in the days of training she spent with her instructor Tauro. And also her own efforts that she has accumulated.
(Fine then. Let’s see which one of us will lose our reasoning first. The real fight starts from here.)
With renewed determination, she shifted her gears.
The number of old men summoned is the same as the gear steps. The fourth who was waiting, scurries around her, and the moment she is free, he fills it without giving her a chance to rest.
(Ugh, Ahn, ahn!)
Her reasoning is being chipped away from the inside.
However, the Queen wearing a red butterfly mask still shows no sign of running out of magic power. While Black Tights-chan’s reserve is being eaten away by each thrust of the old men.
(I’m at my limit. I’m at my limit but… I don’t want to lose!)
What the spectators are seeing is a dense barrage of whips chasing Black Tights-chan’s Knight moving at high speed.
Half of them struck the air, while the rest were blocked by the Knight’s sword and shield. Gradually, however, the ratio of the whip hitting the sword and shield was increasing.
(There’s no choice but to use that.)
The forbidden fifth speed, which she has never succeeded. But if she did not use it here, he would surely regret it.
With this conviction in her heart, she pulls her chin back and resolved herself. She hit the fifth speed.
Immediately after, a man appears from outside the tent with dense hair on the underside of his protruding belly. A strong smell of gasoline, probably from his sweat, filled the tent.
『Do you want more magic power?』
The fifth middle-aged man pulls away the four old men who were holding onto Black Tights-chan by force and whispers in her ear.
The tip of the nozzle has already been applied to her refueling port, but it is so thick and big that one would think it was the wrong size.
[…..Yes]
But the bob-cut, athletic-type kouhai-chan nodded her head firmly.
『Alright. Then, I will give it to you.』
As soon as he finishes saying it, the gasoline uncle puts his weight on it, forcing the nozzle to the very back, and then pulls the lever.
(Is this… a club?)
It was similar in shape to the weapon of the red-haired braid she had just fought against in the earlier match.
And while the hair rubbed against her belly, he began to wield the cudgel as wildly as the red-haired braid.
[Uaaaahhhhhhhh!]
The black-haired bob-cut kouhai-chan bent her back and screamed at the berserker treatment. But she and the gasoline-smelling old man are not the only ones crammed into the small tent.
The four remaining shift knobs rush in, as they can no longer wait. They blocked her mouth and rear and made her small, smooth hands hold onto them from each side.
(UUuuuuuUUuuu)
Both are floor shifts, albeit smaller than the old man in the front. There is nothing cutesy about the instrument panel shift.
(I beg of you, my heart! Please! Please hold on!)
Kouhai-chan desperately continues to struggle as her body continues to shake. However, she is unable to keep up with the lust that continues to flow into her and is finally swallowed by the sea of old men and sunk.
(….Hm?)
How much time has passed? The young girl with black hair sensed that her surroundings had become brighter and slightly opened her eyes.
(Ah, it’s morning already huh.)
I entertained the old men until morning. That’s what she thought.
But that is not true. This was a part of the light that fills the world of paradise and purity that comes to those who have reached an extreme state.
(Instruc…tor….-dono….)
The image she saw in her mind was Tauro, dressed in robes like those of the Greek era, smiling as he came to greet her.
Finally, Black Tights-chan’s consciousness melted away into the light.
[OooooooooooooAAaaaaaa!!!]
That was the reaction of the unconscious Black Tights-chan as she returned to the real world.
Her petite, slender body is bent over as she roars like a beast, while a geyser spurts intermittently from the inside of her tight skirt.
Her prostration turns into convulsions, and she bounces around in the mock cockpit with her tongue sticking out of her mouth.
It was the scene of Black Tights-chan who had gone beyond her limits that Tauro was accustomed to seeing in the brothel.
[Match over! We have a winner!]
The Knight lost power due to the overflowing magic power and fell on the stage. The referee immediately announced that the match was over and called the staff.
Black Tights-chan is pulled out of the simulation cockpit and carried on a stretcher from the venue to the medical room.
Looking down from the honored guests’ seat at her still writhing and convulsing figure, I exhaled with a sorrowful expression on my face.
(Her earnest and serious nature has backfired on her huh.)
Perhaps she had also realized this midway. She knew that her current self cannot win against the Plain Queen.
The reason why she continued to fight even though she had exceeded her limits. It was probably because of her nature of not giving up in the middle of the match.
(But those symptoms. That’s not the same symptom of someone who is running out of magic power.)
Extreme drowsiness is one of the most common symptoms. To an excessive degree, some people may even pass out. The current Black Tights-chan is the exact opposite of that.
And there is one more question.
(I’m certain that the Black Tights-chan I know doesn’t have that much magic power.)
This reminds me of a conversation we had earlier at lunch.
The part where Herbivore Mechanic’s girlfriend, the freckled girl with red braids, mentioned that her opponent, Black Tights-chan suddenly had a fluctuation of magic power in the middle of the match.
Since they actually crossed their sword and club, that impression shouldn’t be taken lightly.
(This means that she has discovered something. Or maybe invented something.)
That’s what I consider a prime condition. If she does fulfill it, then Black Tights-chan has become one of us.
(So she has obtained a power that is unique to her huh? Congratulations.)
I’m sorry to say this, but she was definitely third-rate in the past.
She has grown up to this level. I can’t say congratulations to the loser, but it’s fine if it’s in my heart.
(I wish her good luck if she ends up joining the knight order.)
Even if she doesn’t make it to the finals, and even if she doesn’t beat Cool-san in the third-place match, she will still be able to participate in the knight order training.
And with her seriousness and ability, there was no way that the Kingdom’s knight order, which was short on pilots, would not hire her.
(….So this is what it feels like.)
I watched the stretcher disappear into the back door while having a feeling like I was seeing off my daughter who had fulfilled her dream and was now on her own.
『Huff, huff, huff..』
The old men continue to embrace her in the silent darkness.
This number of people is the same as when she defeated the red-haired, braided, woman with a club as her weapon. A considerable amount of fuel is poured into the Knight, and its speed and strength increased greatly.
But the only change in Plain Queen is that now her mouth was smiling. She made her arms swing wider and struck Black Tights-chan’s Knight.
(All of this, and it’s still not enough?)
Black Tights-chan bit her lip, barely preventing the barrage of whips with her shield. She put her strength into her eyes and shouts in her heart.
(The third one!)
The third summoned middle-aged man, seeing that she is used from the front and back, grabs her black hair roughly with one hand.
Then he pulled the lump of cloth out of the back of her mouth and plunged himself in, forcing her to serve him with her mouth.
Choking, Black Tights-chan fought back against the Plain Queen, swallowing more magical power.
(How about this!)
Black Tight-chan is running around in the magic circle while dodging with a sharp movement and hover.
She even has enough leeway to counterattack. However, the small and slender girl resisted the temptation, and as a result, her judgment was correct.
Plain Queen’s eyes narrowed lightly, and the composure she had worked so hard to create was instantly shattered.
(What an unfathomable amount of magic.)
A single line of drool runs down the edge of Black Tights-chan’s mouth, and she wipes it with her sleeve.
But she believes. She believes in the days of training she spent with her instructor Tauro. And also her own efforts that she has accumulated.
(Fine then. Let’s see which one of us will lose our reasoning first. The real fight starts from here.)
With renewed determination, she shifted her gears.
The number of old men summoned is the same as the gear steps. The fourth who was waiting, scurries around her, and the moment she is free, he fills it without giving her a chance to rest.
(Ugh, Ahn, ahn!)
Her reasoning is being chipped away from the inside.
However, the Queen wearing a red butterfly mask still shows no sign of running out of magic power. While Black Tights-chan’s reserve is being eaten away by each thrust of the old men.
(I’m at my limit. I’m at my limit but… I don’t want to lose!)
What the spectators are seeing is a dense barrage of whips chasing Black Tights-chan’s Knight moving at high speed.
Half of them struck the air, while the rest were blocked by the Knight’s sword and shield. Gradually, however, the ratio of the whip hitting the sword and shield was increasing.
(There’s no choice but to use that.)
The forbidden fifth speed, which she has never succeeded. But if she did not use it here, he would surely regret it.
With this conviction in her heart, she pulls her chin back and resolved herself. She hit the fifth speed.
Immediately after, a man appears from outside the tent with dense hair on the underside of his protruding belly. A strong smell of gasoline, probably from his sweat, filled the tent.
『Do you want more magic power?』
The fifth middle-aged man pulls away the four old men who were holding onto Black Tights-chan by force and whispers in her ear.
The tip of the nozzle has already been applied to her refueling port, but it is so thick and big that one would think it was the wrong size.
[…..Yes]
But the bob-cut, athletic-type kouhai-chan nodded her head firmly.
『Alright. Then, I will give it to you.』
As soon as he finishes saying it, the gasoline uncle puts his weight on it, forcing the nozzle to the very back, and then pulls the lever.
(Is this… a club?)
It was similar in shape to the weapon of the red-haired braid she had just fought against in the earlier match.
And while the hair rubbed against her belly, he began to wield the cudgel as wildly as the red-haired braid.
[Uaaaahhhhhhhh!]
The black-haired bob-cut kouhai-chan bent her back and screamed at the berserker treatment. But she and the gasoline-smelling old man are not the only ones crammed into the small tent.
The four remaining shift knobs rush in, as they can no longer wait. They blocked her mouth and rear and made her small, smooth hands hold onto them from each side.
(UUuuuuuUUuuu)
Both are floor shifts, albeit smaller than the old man in the front. There is nothing cutesy about the instrument panel shift.
(I beg of you, my heart! Please! Please hold on!)
Kouhai-chan desperately continues to struggle as her body continues to shake. However, she is unable to keep up with the lust that continues to flow into her and is finally swallowed by the sea of old men and sunk.
(….Hm?)
How much time has passed? The young girl with black hair sensed that her surroundings had become brighter and slightly opened her eyes.
(Ah, it’s morning already huh.)
I entertained the old men until morning. That’s what she thought.
But that is not true. This was a part of the light that fills the world of paradise and purity that comes to those who have reached an extreme state.
(Instruc…tor….-dono….)
The image she saw in her mind was Tauro, dressed in robes like those of the Greek era, smiling as he came to greet her.
Finally, Black Tights-chan’s consciousness melted away into the light.
[OooooooooooooAAaaaaaa!!!]
That was the reaction of the unconscious Black Tights-chan as she returned to the real world.
Her petite, slender body is bent over as she roars like a beast, while a geyser spurts intermittently from the inside of her tight skirt.
Her prostration turns into convulsions, and she bounces around in the mock cockpit with her tongue sticking out of her mouth.
It was the scene of Black Tights-chan who had gone beyond her limits that Tauro was accustomed to seeing in the brothel.
[Match over! We have a winner!]
The Knight lost power due to the overflowing magic power and fell on the stage. The referee immediately announced that the match was over and called the staff.
Black Tights-chan is pulled out of the simulation cockpit and carried on a stretcher from the venue to the medical room.
Looking down from the honored guests’ seat at her still writhing and convulsing figure, I exhaled with a sorrowful expression on my face.
(Her earnest and serious nature has backfired on her huh.)
Perhaps she had also realized this midway. She knew that her current self cannot win against the Plain Queen.
The reason why she continued to fight even though she had exceeded her limits. It was probably because of her nature of not giving up in the middle of the match.
(But those symptoms. That’s not the same symptom of someone who is running out of magic power.)
Extreme drowsiness is one of the most common symptoms. To an excessive degree, some people may even pass out. The current Black Tights-chan is the exact opposite of that.
And there is one more question.
(I’m certain that the Black Tights-chan I know doesn’t have that much magic power.)
This reminds me of a conversation we had earlier at lunch.
The part where Herbivore Mechanic’s girlfriend, the freckled girl with red braids, mentioned that her opponent, Black Tights-chan suddenly had a fluctuation of magic power in the middle of the match.
Since they actually crossed their sword and club, that impression shouldn’t be taken lightly.
(This means that she has discovered something. Or maybe invented something.)
That’s what I consider a prime condition. If she does fulfill it, then Black Tights-chan has become one of us.
(So she has obtained a power that is unique to her huh? Congratulations.)
I’m sorry to say this, but she was definitely third-rate in the past.
She has grown up to this level. I can’t say congratulations to the loser, but it’s fine if it’s in my heart.
(I wish her good luck if she ends up joining the knight order.)
Even if she doesn’t make it to the finals, and even if she doesn’t beat Cool-san in the third-place match, she will still be able to participate in the knight order training.
And with her seriousness and ability, there was no way that the Kingdom’s knight order, which was short on pilots, would not hire her.
(….So this is what it feels like.)
I watched the stretcher disappear into the back door while having a feeling like I was seeing off my daughter who had fulfilled her dream and was now on her own.
