Hentai Dragon King

"Anyway, Masaharu has high basic abilities but lacks combat technique. First, let’s train in real-combat style. I’ll attack with my wooden sword, so focus only on evasion and don’t counterattack."

"Understood."

"Go! Taah!"

"Kuh!"

My head was lightly tapped by the wooden sword.

"What’s wrong? Stop looking at the ground. Don’t just think about stepping."

"Ah, ah..."

"Again. Taah!"

"Kuh!"

Again, before I knew it, my head was lightly tapped by the wooden sword.

I couldn’t see Iria’s wooden sword at all. No, I couldn’t even perceive it.

"Amazing. This is the time-manipulation skill. I get hit the moment I notice the attack."

"Skill? But I didn’t use it..."

"Eh?"

"No way... You’re only looking at my crotch! You’re not even looking at the sword!"

"Why not?! You’re wearing a gym uniform and bloomers! It’s impossible to look anywhere else!"

"You told me to wear clothes that make it easy to move, right? It’s cold! Do it seriously!"

"You pulled your shirt out of your pants. Damn it! No good. I’m getting erect and my body won’t move the way I want...! I want to pin you down and insert my cock into your anus right now. Ground combat is basically grappling, so I can move quickly."

"What if a woman becomes my opponent during a match... The Black Shadow Leader has big breasts. If she steps on your shadow, your body freedom is taken away at that moment."

"I don’t have a chance against her... But if I approach her with a lewd hand posture, she’ll protect her breasts. Then there will be an opening and I can grope her butt, right?"

"If I can grope her butt from that distance, touching her shadow means my defeat is decided, and she’s wearing armor too."

"What the—?"

"Where’s the surprise that a knight participates in a tournament while wearing armor?"

"That’s stupid... I thought everyone wore thin clothes that showed the shape of their butts like you usually do."

"Because of the nature of my skill, I only wear light clothing. Also, in the horse-lance tournament you wear armor."

"Eh? Then I can’t see the butt and breasts bouncing on top of Uman-co?"

"...Let’s get serious. Listen. The Silver Staff Leader reads minds. Even though I don’t think it’s possible for her character, if she sees you getting erect she’ll know she’s won, right?"

I see.

Iria, the Silver Staff Leader, and the Black Shadow Leader—these three women are natural enemies who almost guarantee victory if they get close to me.

It’s the worst if the opponent is a man, but if cute girls come close, it’s welcome.

But...

"I’ll transform into the Cosmic Golden Knight Sahar Galactic. If I’m wearing armor I won’t get stabbed in the anus, I can hide my erection so I don’t become paralyzed, and my golden glow can erase my own shadow."

"Oh, by the way, Sara also said something about what the Cosmic Golden Knight is."

"Eh? You never saw it, Iria? Okay, watch."

"Ah."

I took one step back to create distance.

I bent my left elbow like checking a watch, twisted my body right-left, dropped my waist, and touched the ground with my right hand.

Then I immediately stood up—

"Floor change!"

Kaa!

The nanomachines inside me transformed into the Battle Suit.

My entire body was covered in golden armor in just 0.05 seconds.

"Cosmic Golden Knight Sahar Galactic!"

Ooi Masaharu can change into the nanotech suit in just 0.05 seconds.

Let me explain the floor-change process.

By tensing my body and raising my spirit, the signal is sent from 10 million meters above the planet, from the Galaxy Federation flag ship Durangrudasil, allowing the nanomachines inside me to transform into the Battle Suit.

Then the Battle Suit changes to gold after bathing in the Dragon God Lucia’s urine, becoming harder and stronger than any metal in this world.

"W-What is that?!"

I stepped forward with my left foot, leaning a little, bent my left elbow in the watch-checking angle, and extended my right arm diagonally backward.

"Cosmic Golden Knight Sahar Galactic!"

"Ah, no, I already knew the name. I was curious where the armor came from."

"Cosmic Golden Knight Sahar Galactic!"

"Is there a rule that I can only say that name...?"

"This armor was born from the courage that comes from unhesitating love and youthful vigor."

"I don’t get it, but I see. My erection should be hidden."

"Ahh. Look at this."

I activated Wind-Pressure Masturbation inside the suit and let wind flow out from the gap at my wrist.

"I can make wind."

I floated slightly by using the wind coming out from both wrists at my waist.

"O-Oh..."

"I can also make wind from the soles of my feet and fly freely."

I closed the wrist slit and floated using wind from the soles of my feet.

"If I can do that, I can fly in the sky and blast magic and win for sure... But the tournament is a place to show daily training in front of the king, so if I leave the ring I’ll be disqualified. The sky is... Flight itself is probably fine for some events, but if I fly too far from the arena it might be a foul."

"Ah, I see."

If I watched pro wrestling or fighting games and a fighter flew in the air, I might think "Wow!" in the first match, but starting from the second match the match would get boring and I’d say "Give the money back," right...

Medieval European tournaments were where knights showed off cool poses and appealed to kings and noble ladies.

Similarly, the Christmas Tournament held in Arasgard—

"I have to show off a cool pose to the audience."

"Ah. While winning is the most important thing, it’s also important to clearly convey my strength to the people. Even if monsters or foreign countries attack, the knight order will protect them, so I have to make them feel safe."

"I see..."

I had thought of flying from a high enough altitude where magic would be weakened, but that’s not good...

"I have to get stronger too. Let’s train together to grasp something."

"Ah."

Bashun!

I released the golden armor.

"...What’s wrong? Not using the armor?"

"We’re practicing under the rule of ’grasp to win.’ If I hide my erection, I have no chance against Iria, right?"

"That’s the meaning of ’grasp something to get stronger’... No, it’s fine. If I grasp your cock I win."

"If I grope and squeeze your breasts, I win. My motivation is rising!"

"Go!"

"Come!"

Iria’s attack is too fast—or rather, there’s no way to defend if time is manipulated.

But Iria set the victory condition wrong.

I can reach out and grope her breasts in one action.

But Iria needs two actions to grab my cock: drop her hips and reach with her hands. Iria has more actions than me.

I have overwhelmingly more advantage.

Also, I’ve groped girls’ breasts more times than Iria has grabbed my cock. The difference in experience will decide the winner.

I start by restraining her with a straight-arm swing.

Iria dodged right. At this point I had succeeded in groping, but I didn’t know if it was negated by the time-manipulation skill. I also didn’t know if Iria had just dodged with pure physical ability.

I swung my hand toward the direction she dodged and aimed for her breasts again.

Her blonde hair fluttered. Then Iria’s figure vanished.

She’s probably squatting and reaching for my cock.

Kuh!

If I react after seeing it, it’ll be too late.

I’m going to lose like this!

...Wait.

I’ll lose, but I can make her grab my cock!

I thrust my crotch forward.

The next instant.

Pokon.

From the Iria standing in front, my forehead was lightly tapped with the wooden sword.

"You tried to lose on purpose so I’d grab your cock."

"...?"

"No choice. I didn’t want to, but it’s to make you serious. Let’s change the conditions. I’m stabbing this wooden sword into your butt."

"N-No!"

"Some people return to the opponent’s side after defeating them in the Christmas Tournament. What if I say I lost to a man and the opponent wants me as his wife? Is it okay if I lose due to lack of training?"

"No!"

"Huh? Then cooperate in training so I can get stronger. I’ll cooperate so you can get stronger too."

"Understood. I’ll do it seriously!"

"Then, go!"

Iria swung the wooden sword.

If I step forward and reach out with both hands I should be able to grope her breasts.

That means she’s teasing me. Not with sexual meaning, but as a battle game to lure me. Gropping this breast is dangerous.

I moved sideways one step and dodged the wooden sword. The wooden sword was one, my arms were two. I kept alternating swings and tried to grope one of her breasts.

Shuu!

Saa!

Gaa!

The extended arm was blocked by the wooden sword.

I thought of grabbing the wooden sword and taking it away—but my forehead was tapped by the wooden sword.

I couldn’t see anything...