[Body Frenzy] 5

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This article was hastily written to explain something, but now it seems to have completely lost its original feel.
Two brief points: 1. Please do not discuss my work in any form in mainland China to avoid unnecessary
trouble. 2. I'm not writing plot-driven stories anymore, no more, no more, no more… I only want to write crossover stories now
. As before, please suggest any good ideas or gameplay suggestions. Next, I'll update with Circus and Auction
… Well, actually, these are the only two I'm continuing. Anyone want to read Pirate Ship?
The Western Alliance nations, the center of the chivalric system. Within the Western Alliance nations, the tournament between knights is
a traditional sport that people are extremely enthusiastic about. Whether from the upper class or the lower class, whether for entertainment
, military, or political purposes, the tournament always attracts attention. Commoners love heroes
, and knights prove their strength, gain prestige, and advance their careers through the tournament. Although various countries hold
tournaments, the most prestigious is the triennial tournament hosted by the allied power, Clarent.
Each time, the most beautiful and renowned young woman from each nation is chosen to serve as the officiant of love and beauty. For every
knight, receiving a wreath from this maiden is the highest honor.
The knightly tournaments include many events. In an era where female knights were abundant, there were special
tournaments for them. Female knights from various countries showcased their beauty and charm on the field, attracting attention
and providing them with an excellent opportunity to establish themselves on the political or military stage.
From the Harlan Knights—a core military power of the allied nations, developed from the Harlan Knights—
Shira, known as the "Golden Bough Knight," is a contender for the title. This young lady, born into a military family of the Harlan Knights
, has earned a place among the allied nations' female knights for her outstanding beauty and elegant horsemanship.
"My opponent today is Gurney, the White Knights' rival." Sheila took the roster and
casually set it aside. A tall, thin male attendant took the roster. "Pran, prepare my horse tack and equipment."
Sheila lightly brushed her orange hair. The battle was imminent, yet she remained seated, elegantly sipping
her honey tea. "This tea is quite good. When did you learn to brew tea?" Despite her excellent skills, Sheila
also possessed the flaws typical of a young lady, such as condescending arrogance and the habit of delegating trivial matters
to others, typical of nobles. The man named Pran was her personal attendant, but in reality, he was her half-
brother. Pran's mother was a maid, born out of wedlock to a nobleman. Like countless
stories in novels, Pran grew up to become an attendant, remaining in the castle to serve the young
lady like a slave.
"Gurney from the White Knights is a formidable opponent, young lady, you must be careful," Pran
warned, narrowing his eyes.
"Hmph, how could I possibly lose to that stone-headed female knight?" Sheila retrieved the roster and
continued flipping through it. "After defeating Gurney, my opponents will be Chris from Brest,
the wielder of the Blazing Demon Sword, and Bressa, the Frozen Spear from Brutara. Will it be a duel between the winner of these two?
In any case, I will be the victor."
Winning the tournament would earn her the favor of the Grand Master, elevating her to an important member of the Harlan Knights and even a regional leader—a tremendous 　　honor
for Sheila and her family living in the Knights' Kingdom . Sheila closed her eyes, as if she could already see the victory. 　　On the field, two valiant female knights in gleaming armor clad in battle drew thunderous cheers with each mounted duel 　　. Gurney, from the White Knights, rode a white horse and wore a white helmet. She was serious and rigid, and her fighting 　　style was the most traditional. On the other side, Sheila, without even a helmet, 　　appeared on the field in the most dazzling way, garnering even louder cheers. However, in a brilliant exchange of blows, 　　Sheila's sword struck Gurney's shield, and the two horses separated. The White Knight stopped, clearly sensing 　　that her opponent's condition had changed. 　　Sheila, mounted, was fighting almost as if she were barely holding back her urination; each impact made her bladder tremble. The 　　magnificent female knight couldn't imagine the scandal it would be if she couldn't urinate during such a tournament—it 　　would probably be a laughingstock in the Knights' Kingdom, and even among the Western Allied nations. In fact, if she could, 　　she really wanted to just admit defeat, but under these circumstances, she needed a suitable reason and opportunity to do so. 　　Sheila gritted her teeth, spurred her horse forward, and the two female knights clashed again, but it was clear that Sheila's movements 　　had become very unstable, and she almost fell off her horse, causing Gurney to stop as well. The White Knight removed 　　her helmet, revealing a beauty no less stunning than Sheila's. At that moment, all the praise flowed towards Gurney 　　. Gurney, true to her chivalrous spirit, extended her hand to Sheila. 　　"Excuse me, what happened? You look terrible." Gurney's chivalrous demeanor, compared to Sheila's 　　embarrassment, made the latter even more ashamed. But Sheila, consumed by shame and anxiety, couldn't care less about anything else. If one were closer, 　　one could see urine leaking from her breeches and dripping from the saddle. For Sheila, who was 　　desperately trying to hold back her urination, every second was torture. She was incapable of fighting. All Sheila wanted now was 　　a dignified end. But as she forced her horse to turn, the intense urge to urinate struck again, like 　　a thousand needles piercing her bladder. Then, with a scream, the magnificent female knight 　　urinated in public during this grand tournament… 　　The title "Urinating Female Knight Sheila" became her shameful nickname from that moment on. Rising to prominence within the Knights of Harlan 　　became impossible, and Sheila, soon returning to her homeland, was assigned to the border as a branch 　　captain. Although she retained her position as branch captain due to her family's influence, Sheila was now far removed from 　　the center of the order and completely ostracized. 　　But for Sheila, her nightmare stemmed not only from her political setbacks but also from her 　　physical condition. 　　... 　　A knock sounded at the door of Sheila's office.

"Don't bother me! Didn't I tell you I'm working and not to disturb me?" Sheila's shrill
voice rang out from inside. Despite being kept at arm's length, this young lady hadn't changed her temper—at least
that's how most people perceived her.
"Oh, young lady, are you sure you're working?" The squinting man raised his voice, then
heard the frantic rustling of someone tidying a desk. The man smiled inwardly and opened the door. Sheila
was sitting at her desk, half-crouching. Upon seeing him enter, she immediately blushed and then laughed.
"Plan, didn't I tell you not to come in?" Although it was a command, her tone sounded more like
a plea.
"Ah, that's because the military officers are waiting for you, young lady. There's still military business to attend to. Have
you forgotten?"
"Military business? What can be called military business in a place like this? It's all just trivial matters."
Sheila sighed. With the entire Allied Nation embroiled in internal strife due to Aseria's actions,
the Harlan Knights, as allies, were fully supporting Aseria. This was the perfect opportunity for a knight to establish merit, but
she… Halfway through her thought, a familiar yet repulsive urge to urinate surged up. Sheila quickly clenched
her legs, but the urine still flowed uncontrollably between them, soaking the ground.
"Ah, you've peed again. Watching you pee every day is quite a sight." Pulan
leaned closer, laughing at Sheila's urine-soaked legs.
"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll kill you!!" Sheila said fiercely.
"Oh, how terrifying. But if you kill me, no one will be there to explain to Father. After all,
the young lady is now a famous urinating knight, otherwise she wouldn't have been estranged from the Grand Master." Pran reached out and
lifted Sheila's skirt, revealing the young lady's alluring lower body and the diaper soaked with urine. Sheila's modified
urethra had lost its control, and she was constantly urinating, so she had to rely on diapers
to survive.
"Last time we went to war, everyone remembers the scene where you couldn't help but urinate while wielding your sword during battle
? It was quite a sight for us, and the enemy must have been stunned, right? From now on, Miss
can use this alluring pose to defeat your opponents." Pulan mocked Sheila. "Alright, you're
completely soaked down there, there's your piss all over the ground. Hurry up and take off your diaper."
"I, I've run out of diapers." Sheila blushed. Seeing Sheila's embarrassed eyes, Pulan suddenly remembered that
as Sheila's personal attendant, he had deliberately prepared only a few diapers for her, just to see this
arrogant young lady make a fool of herself.
"Well, there's no other way, just take them off here." Pulan shrugged, and the latter glared at him resentfully
. Forced by the threat, she could only stand up, blushing, and slowly remove
the diaper, now a clump of urine, from her half-brother in front of him. She carefully pulled it down her smooth thighs to her ankles and then took it off. She then
dried her thighs with a cloth.
"Alright, everyone's waiting for you, Captain Sheila," said Pulan, opening
the door with the air of a servant. Stepping outside, a cool breeze swept over Sheila's bare legs, sending a chill through the young lady.
As she descended the stairs, soldiers stood guard on both sides. Each time one passed, Sheila could feel
their eyes fixed on her legs and her private parts. After all, she was only wearing such a short
skirt and no underwear, practically naked from the waist down. Watching their beautiful captain
walk by was a sight to behold for the bored soldiers.
Pulan was quite satisfied with this attire, though Sheila was certainly unhappy inside, she had no choice but
to obey. For this proud young lady, the constant urge to urinate every day was already
a nightmare.
"Hey, look, it's Captain Sheila. She always dresses like this, walking around with those long, bare legs. It
's unbearable," a seasoned veteran nearby commented without restraint. "
Look, this time it seems she's not wearing anything underneath, completely naked," another veteran suddenly remarked.
"Really? Let me see too," the veterans crowded around, making Sheila both angry and anxious.
"What are you looking at? If you look any longer, you'll be sent on guard duty!" At this moment, Sheila remembered she
was still the captain here and sternly stopped them.
The veterans let out a mocking laugh, then turned and left, allowing Sheila to continue forward. The castle
corridors were long, and to reach the military affairs area, one had to climb winding staircases, which gave Pran, following behind, a good
look. After all, Miss Sheila's long legs were always a sight to behold, not to mention
the way they contorted as she struggled to hold back her urination.
"Don't hold it in, look, you're already dripping down there. It's still a long way to the military affairs area, you should find
a place to relieve yourself." Looking at Sheila limping because of her need to urinate, Pulan couldn't help but laugh out loud from behind.
"But there are people ahead, and there's nowhere to relieve myself nearby," Sheila complained softly. This
constant urge to urinate was making her life extremely difficult.
"That patch of grass over there looks good," Pulan squinted and pointed to the grass not far away. Sheila turned her
head, gave him a wary look, quickly half-squatted down, and then, unable to hold it in any longer, ran
into the grass. She squatted down, took a deep breath, and prepared to urinate.
"Pran, have you seen the captain? Why hasn't he come over yet?" Two military officers who came out of the military office
happened to be ahead and asked Pran as soon as they saw her, because normally Sheila
was always with her half-sister, the officer.
"Ah, the captain, he seems to have gone over there." Pran squinted and walked towards the bushes where Sheila was squatting.
"Pran, you actually plotted against me!" Sheila was furious that she should have thought of this sooner. She was urinating
and watched the officers approach. There was no other way, so she forced herself to stand up and held back her urge to urinate, only to see
two men smiling at her with ill intent.
It turned out that although she had held back her urge to urinate, the urine that had flowed out had already soaked a large area of her thighs.
Under the sunlight, she looked exceptionally conspicuous.
"As expected of the captain, she can urinate anywhere... cough cough." Here, many soldiers
already knew that this beautiful female captain, for some unknown reason, would urinate anytime, anywhere
, and she had absolutely no control over it. Privately, many called her the "Never-Urinating Female Knight."
"Anyway, let's head to the military affairs office now. By the way, do you have any handkerchiefs?" Sheila asked awkwardly
.
"No, of course not!" Several men answered almost simultaneously, all waiting to see their proud
female captain make a fool of herself. So, Sheila, suppressing her urge to urinate, could only
walk into the military affairs office with her bare, urine-soaked thighs.
Because it was a border region, the so-called military affairs were actually quite simple: assigning soldiers to their posts
, checking military supplies, and so on. For Sheila, born into a noble family and with lofty ambitions, this was a truly
boring task. But for those present, including Pran, it was a different story. Everyone was staring at the captain
's genitals, watching her beautiful legs tremble with the urge to urinate.
"In short, that concludes today's meeting." Having finally finished reviewing a series of routine matters,
Sheila, who had endured until the very end, was preparing to conclude the meeting.
"Wait a minute, Captain, there are a few additional proposals from soldiers within the Knights Order. For example,
regarding duty hours, the distribution of military pay, and so on."
"Let's leave those issues for next time. I'm adjourning the meeting now." Sheila
was very dissatisfied with the military officer's extension of the meeting time.
"But, in doing so, the soldiers will also complain. If discontent reaches the higher-ups, won't it
cast doubt on the captain's abilities?" the military officer said in a half-threatening tone.
"Yes, that won't do. If Miss really can't hold it in, she can just relieve herself here
. Everyone's used to it anyway." Pran also incited the crowd, and those around them laughed maliciously.
"Well, anyway, I... I need to go to the toilet first." Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, Sheila abandoned
her composure as captain, ignored the quartermaster's objections, opened the door, and rushed out.
The quartermasters were left shaking their heads and smiling wryly.
"Speaking of which, the first time the captain embarrassed herself was at the tournament a few years ago, right? I remember her
opponent was Gurney from Ramosbia's White Knights."
"Yes, why bring her up all of a sudden?" someone asked.
"Oh, but I've heard some rather unsavory rumors about that White Knight lately, like she's always
farting or something. Some people call her the 'Farting Female Knight.'" The military officer tilted his head. "Looks like
they're in similar situations now, even though they were once rivals."
"I've heard that too. Theresa of Brutala, also a participant in that tournament,
is rumored to lay eggs."
"Ha, a female knight who lays eggs? Isn't that even more impressive than our captain?" The man laughed. "Truly
a remarkable female knight."
"Speaking of which, do you know Felina of the Temple Knights? That devout White Sword Knight's platoon leader,
I heard she committed adultery with a demon in her labyrinth, not only losing her platoon leader position but also being monitored… oh no,
spied on." The story of the White Sword Knight Felina has become an indispensable
element in many people's erotic jokes.
"Haha, it seems our allied female knights are truly plagued by misfortune." The entire military affairs team
burst into laughter.
Outside, Sheila, anxiously searching for a toilet, finally couldn't hold it in any longer. Her bladder
gushed forth as she descended the stairs, urinating all over the stairwell. When Sheila came to her senses,
several soldiers were downstairs, staring at her still-profusely urinating
genitals with eyes that made her want to disappear into the ground. This ordeal happened almost daily; her uncontrolled, modified bladder subjected her
to constant shame and pain, while Plan held her vitals, leaving the young lady powerless to stop it
.
For the soldiers here, watching the proud young lady constantly urinate was the greatest pleasure.

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