Are You Sure Our Empire's Knight Order Captain is a Yandere? - Chapter 5

“You… You’re one of the Crimson Leaf Hunt lot, aren’t you?” After the fight with the Hecatoncheires ended, Wu Feng instantly moved, blocking Blancien before he could slip away.
“What does it matter?” Blancien felt his patience thin, yet he admired the nerve. Surely the disparity in their power was obvious?
Wu Feng brushed off the aggressive question, launching into his deduction instead.
“The technique you used just now to nullify the Demon Lord’s Blessing on the Hecatoncheires—that was the Crimson Leaf Hunt’s Seventh Divine Technique, the Spear of Release, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I was with them once.”
He’s done his homework, hasn’t he?
No point in lying now…
“But, could you explain this?” Blancien casually flicked the katana that was clipped between his fingers.
“I don’t explain anything to trash.” Wu Feng spun, drawing a second blade and pressing the attack.
“I said I used to be one of them!” Blancien could tell the youth had a serious grudge against the Crimson Leaf Hunt.
But he’d already confirmed he was an ex-member. Was the lad daft?
“Once trash, always trash.”
“Nonsense.”
“What in the blazes are you two playing at?”
“Shut up!” Both sides spun around simultaneously, snapping at the interruption.
“Rubbish!”
“…We’re screwed.”
That was the first thought that surfaced in both of their minds after they turned back in perfect unison.
“Heh heh heh~~” The impassive Jingong Ye gripped her unsheathed ice sword, a cold smile playing on her lips. “Someone’s been using filthy language, haven’t they?”
“Ow!” Blancien grumbled, rubbing the cheek where the sword’s scabbard had clipped him.
“Hmph, can’t even trash handle a little knock?” Wu Feng held his face perfectly still, goading Blancien.
Provocation is all well and good, but must you look so… gleeful when you do it?
“Halt!” Jingong Ye’s voice sliced through the battlefield, and the knights immediately began to move.
“Oh? Has the trash finally cleared off?” Wu Feng coolly scanned the spot where Blancien had been standing.
“It’s a good thing he isn’t… him… always clinging to my sister.”
“I am terribly sorry!” Jingong Ye lowered her head, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Blancien, who was still restrained by chains against the wall, shook his head with a tired smile. “It’s nothing.”
“CRACK!” He lifted a hand, and the chains instantly tore loose. “Forbidden Curse,” Blancien murmured.
Several black chains suddenly manifested and coiled around Jingong Ye.
“I… I… I can’t… hold it back… Lanlan~”
As the chains coiled around her, Jingong Ye’s eyes flared wide, her face turning a deeper crimson as she let out a choked, incoherent moan.
“Hold on. You have to last longer than yesterday.” Blancien’s face was a mask of calm… though it was a struggle to keep it there.
They really are never this obvious!
“Lanlan, please… please, quick… Ha~ Ngh.” Jingong Ye’s features twisted in agony, panting as she pleaded for relief.
Blancien closed his eyes. Applying the Forbidden Curse this time had taken far more stamina than previous attempts. He was nearing his limit.
“It’s coming out… It’s nearly out… It is!…” Jingong Ye’s slight body twisted relentlessly, making the chains ring and clatter. Her uniform was already soaked through with sweat.
“Release!” Blancien chose the critical moment and undid the Forbidden Curse just as the young woman could no longer sustain it.
CLANG! The chains on Jingong Ye’s body snapped and dropped off. She made a strange sound, then slumped weakly, kneeling on the ground.
“Oh?” A glimmer of hope involuntarily rose in Blancien’s heart. Has he finally succeeded today? He was just about to leave the basement to clear his head—not only was his stamina completely spent, but he also had some private matters to take care of.
“!!!”
Every warning sensor in Blancien’s body screamed a maximum alert for him to retreat at once. Stiffly, he slowly turned his head.
And sure enough, Jingong Ye, who had been kneeling, was slowly rising. Her messy black hair concealed her facial expression.
“Heh heh heh~ Lanlan, you~” Jingong Ye suddenly snapped her head up, her right eye, uncovered by her fringe, blazing with a wild, manic light.
“…Were you trying to run away again?”
“No, of course not, Miss Hui Huo, please believe me.” Blancien sighed internally. It’s never that simple.
Did wearing the mask today to avoid recognition actually pique her interest instead?
“Lanlan, don’t call me Miss Hui Huo, and never call me Jingong Ye like those tiresome knights. To me, you~ are a singularly exceptional being!… You must call me Elder Sister.”
Jingong Ye pressed a finger to her lips, tilted her head, and made her quiet proclamation.
Well, you’ve already got a little brother, you know! Blancien felt a deep wave of awkwardness, sensing that if a certain Vice-Captain with a severe sister-complex were to hear these words,
He would be… nothing would happen, it’s about strength, after all!
Blancien let out a faint sigh. “Elder Sister… I…”
“No need to explain,”
Jingong Ye extended her right index finger and shook it lightly. “My poor little brother must have wanted his Elder Sister’s love too much; that’s why he did this.”
“Wait…” Before Blancien could intervene, Jingong Ye reached for her waist and rapidly unbuckled her belt.
Hurrying to cover his eyes with his hands, he listened to the sound of cloth slipping.
Unable to curb his curiosity, he peeked through his fingers, only to see that Jingong Ye had merely pulled off her belt, completely ignoring the fact that her miniskirt would slide down with it.
…Black stockings… Blancien’s gaze snuck upwards, immediately catching a flash of pure white.
“Whoa~~~ Whoa!” He couldn’t stop the involuntary gasp.
This…
This… This is the classic combination!
Even the usually unflappable Blancien felt twin streams of nosebleed trickle down his face at the sight.
The black stockings offered an unimpeded view of Jingong Ye’s long, elegant legs. Higher up, a pale-pink strip of thigh was framed perfectly between the pure white fabric and the black stockings, creating a flawless balance of beauty and titillation.
“Is Elder Sister just too much?” Jingong Ye watched the captivated Blancien with sharp amusement, whipping the belt.
Blast it, I nearly didn’t make it back. Why is the situation unfolding so differently this time?
“…”
Blancien paused. He noticed the Imperial Knight Captain was looking at him… looking at the space between his legs… with a lecherous expression.
“Whoa!”
“Y-yes?”
Now, concealing it wasn’t an option, and neither was leaving it uncovered. What on earth was he supposed to do?
Jingong Ye ignored the silent panic in Blancien’s mind, smoothed the belt in her hand, and giggled sweetly.
“Do you desire Elder Sister’s love so much? Then let us… commence!”