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hat evening, Colette put theLionel’s shirt in a basket and left the maids’ dormitory.

This time, she would leave as soonas she returned the shirt. If he propositioned her again, she would tell himthat they both had fiancés and they need to stop whatever this was.

Since, he was the Commander of theBlack Dragon Knights; he won’t do anything against a lady’s will. (Zuben: Youdon’t know many men, do you?) Therefore, if she refused calmly, he would lether go peacefully.

As she came out of her building,she came across a Black Knight standing in the way. It was the female knightwho had come to her in the morning,

‘I will escort you,’ she said.

Colette was surprised and gaveshort bow,

‘I am sorry to trouble you. I cango alone.’

‘No. Even though, it is the RoyalCastle, I don’t think a woman should walk around by herself at night.’

‘But…you’re also a woman.’ Colettereplied. The knight was surprised.

‘Well, I am like a man; I amconstantly training my body.’ She said in protest.

‘Don’t be silly, you’re a verybeautiful woman.’

While the knight was taller thanmost women, she had a grace that was completely different from a man. Surely,when she was in town, the knight must have lots of admirers looking at her withlonging.

‘You’re just saying that. You’re akind person, Colette.’

‘I’m not just saying it. This iswhat I think, truly.’

‘No one has ever told me thatbefore. It is rather pleasant.’ The knight said shyly.

Colette wondered if the knight hadlow self esteem about her looks. Although, she made the knight shy, she seemedto sparkle a bit too. It made Colette happy.

Lionel would tell her she waspretty and cute, too, in that situation.

But after thinking about it, shedoubted the knight and Lionel were in that kind of relationship. She did notbelieve Lionel would hara.s.s a member of his own team, even if they were awoman. Colette felt bad for thinking about such things.

‘I am sorry I am late inintroducing myself, I am Margo.’

‘Thank you, Margo, for especiallycoming to escort me.’

‘Actually, the Commander asked meto do so.’ Margo said sheepishly.

‘Eh?’

‘I did offer to come and get you.’

It was still early in the evening,so there were people about. But, since she was walking with a knight no onebothered her. (Zuben: No one bothered you the last time.) There would be no weirdrumours.

As soon as she saw him, she wasgoing to declare that she wasn’t coming anymore. She had to make sure she didnot get deeper into this affair. She needed to do this for Margo’s sake, Colettedecided. (Zuben: If not for yours)

‘Thank you for coming anyway’ Colettesaid, she reached into her basket for a handkerchief (Zuben: A magichandkerchief basket!), ‘If it pleases you, please take this silk handkerchief;it was embroidered by my family’s shop.’

‘Wow really? Thank you. It’s myfirst time being given something so lovely.’

‘I am glad, please accept it. Whatshould I do if I am rude?’

‘There is no such thing. You cantalk informally. Please feel free to call me by my name.’

‘Is this truly alright? I am a merecommoner…’

‘It is. Even if I am fromaristocracy, my father is a mere country viscount. I am his third child ofseven children. We are rather poor.’ Margo said with a laugh.

She was rather friendly, Colettewas surprised but happy.

‘Thank you, I am happy to have anew friend.’

‘Me too. There aren’t many otherfemale knights.’

They talked about work as theywalked to their destination. But they arrived at Lionel’s door soon enough. Shedidn’t want to see Lionel; she wanted to chat with Margo. However, Margo’s dutywas to bring Colette, so she knocked on the door.

‘Commander, I have brought yourguest.’

‘Enter.’

‘Yes. Well then, Colette, I’ll takemy leave here. Let’s chat again.’

‘Come with me, let’s talk somemore.’

‘No, you and the Commander have toget on.’

‘…’

Colette was at a loss. Naturally,Margo thought that she and Lionel were in a relationship, hence why she wasthere. But it was not the case. (Zuben: hmmhm)

Margo left and Colette was left tocontend with Lionel by herself. She clenched her fist and entered the room.

Lionel was lounging before his deskwaiting for Colette. There was heat in his gaze as he looked at her.

Colette came forward and handed himthe basket,

‘This is the shirt you borrowed me.Thank you very much.’

He took it and dropped itcarelessly on his desk, ‘I don’t care about the shirt.’ He said.

She wondered if borrowing her his shirtwas a planned pretext to ensure she came to him again.

‘Let’s not do this, Lionel-sama. Weboth have fiancées. The other day was my fault, I made a strange offer.However, thanks to that, things have become easier for me. I feel that thisshould not go any further. We should walk away and keep a cordial relationship.Wouldn’t that be preferable?’

There. She said it properly. But,Lionel didn’t reply, he just stared at Colette in his usual stoical way. Shewondered what was wrong.

‘Er, Lionel-sama…?’

‘You’re not wearing that lingerie tonight?’he asked.

Of course not! She did not plan todo that. She came in her uniform.

She wondered if he even listened towhat she had said. Nevertheless, she would reiterate,

‘Lionel, as for me –‘

‘It’s alright even if you come likethis. You look lovely in your livery. It makes me want to be naughty.’ He saidas he moved closer.

‘What?! No. Lionel, let’s not dothis anymore. Wait. Stop. Don’t take it off.’

He began to unb.u.t.ton her uniformdeftly. Colette tried to stop him with no avail.

‘Do you want it do get dirty?’ heasked.

‘Well, no. But, we should think ofour fiancés and not betray them by doing this.’

‘How do you define betrayal?’

‘Eh?’

While Colette was puzzled, hestripped her.

‘If you want, we can keep frompenetration like the last time.’

‘No, that is just sophistry. Doingthat is still betrayal…’

‘In that case, we are alreadyaccomplices in betrayal, Colette,’

Colette went pale and still. Shefrowned. She supposed that was true. Last time, she lost her head and embracedLionel with abandon; kissing and touching him all over. When they finished,they bathed together. They had been like close lovers who spent their dailylives together. (Zuben: You still can say no, now. But I guess we won’t have astory if you did)

It was useless. (Zuben: Was it?)She could not resist him, she admitted to herself. (Zuben: You didn’t put upthat much of a fight, but it’s cool) Even now, she could see that there was afeverish desire in Lionel’s eyes for her. She decided to let things take itscourse (Zuben: Until you calm down from the feverish desire yourself.) Shewould like to know what he thought of her, but she feared his expressionlessvisage if she asked.

As a result, there wasn’t much coercionrequired as he finished taking off her uniform gown and tossed it on a sofa.Her shoes, tights and underwear joined it.

‘Don’t want to put them in thebedroom, they might get dirty.’ He said huskily. (Zuben: Because youre.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n is like a fountain, right?)

‘Yes, I suppose…’

That was indeed why she had to gethim to throw the baby doll away. (Zuben: Nothing liberal application of soapand water could not have handled, but hey, whatever.)

However, she was naked in hisstudy/receiving room. She used her hands to cover her exposed breast and lowerarea. Lionel looked at her with delight,

‘Embarra.s.sed Colette is cute.’

‘No don’t look at me.’

‘That is impossible.’ He said, ashe began to take off his clothes. He knew Colette would come, so he had wornfreer clothing. His tight, well muscled body was soon exposed; he was aphysically beautiful man. Even though, they hadn’t touched his erection was up.It looked really big and thick, Colette was glad he wasn’t going to penetrateher.

It was still embarra.s.sing to lookat him, so she averted her gaze. Lionel came up to her and pulled her with himto the bedroom.

She imagined that he was going topush her down on the bed like the last time. But this time, he got on first andpulled her on top of him.

‘Oh, aren’t I heavy?’ she asked,bracing her hand on the bed, trying not to put her whole weight on him.

‘Not at all,’ He replied, as hepulled her head in for a kiss while holding Colette’s lush body closer to his.Just with kissing, Colette’s honey pot was overflowing. Her body remembered thepast pleasures.  As they entwined theirtongues, his large hand stoked her body, her b.u.t.tocks and thighs.

She moaned, ‘Fuu…ahn…’

Colette’s body was getting hot inantic.i.p.ation, but Lionel did not seem to be in a hurry. He continued to kissand stroke her languidly. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were crushed against his chest, and shebegan to touch him too. Her womanhood was straddling his c.o.c.k, it had gottenwet despite not being touched. She began to make small movements with her hips; up and down his shaft. Lionel made a sound between a purr and a groan. Hestopped kissing her and looked in her eyes, his gaze filled with l.u.s.t.

‘Colette, I want to love you withmy lips tonight.’ He said (Zuben: Who says that?)

‘Alright…’ she replied hesitantly.

She did not understand what meantuntil he turned Colette so her legs straddled his head and her head was at hiscrotch. She realised that her secret place was completely visible to Lionel,she became hot with embarra.s.sment.

‘Oh no!...it’s embarra.s.sing…’

‘Colette, touch me,’ he said as heran a finger between her damp petals. Every time he touched her sensitiveprotrusion, waves of pleasure coursed through her,

‘Ahh…’ she moaned.

As she sighed with pleasure, Colettewrapped a hand around his throbbing shaft. As she learned the other day, as shestroked it, sticky fluid also came from the tip.

A man also gets wet, she thought.

As she caressed his meat stick, hewas stroking her sensitive nubbin and petals with something hot and smooth. Thepleasure was too intense; Colette threw her head back and moaned.

‘Oh…’

Colette tried to pull away to seewhat he was doing, but Lionel held her down onto his face. He told her she wascute as he began to furiously suck and lick her swollen petals. Her sensitive c.l.i.toriswas teased tightly between his lips and licked with his tongue, as his fingerswere stirring at the entrance of her honey pot. Colette moaned and soon she wasclimaxing as he sucked strongly on her nubbin.

‘Oh. Ahn…ahn!’ she cried as sheclimaxed.

‘You come so easily, Colette…so cute.’

‘Hah…ah, not true…’

‘Move your hand up and down, Colette.’He said, his usually stoical voice was thick with desire.

She did as she was told, strokingthe shaft up and down. She put the head in her mouth, to give him pleasure as he was doing to her, and she heard his sharpintake of breath. She licked around the head. And she heard his sigh ofpleasure. It spurred her on and she sucked on the tip while pumping the shaft. Hecontinued to lick her honey pot and c.l.i.toris; Colette could not help but wriggle herwaist.

‘Ah…’ he moaned, ‘It’s coming, Colette.’

‘Ah, yes…’

Colette had wanted to keep him inher mouth, but she also wanted to watch him come. From the tip, white mucousjetted out vigorously. It almost got in her face, but she leaned back and itcaught her neck.

‘Sorry,’ he said. Even though, hewas expressionless, he seemed anxious as he grabbed a cloth to wipe her with.

‘I’m alright,’ Colette said. Shetook the cloth from him and cleaned his p.e.n.i.s where there were still somedroplets coming out.

‘Ah…you don’t have to clean there.’

‘It is alright.’

Despite, the amount that came out,it did not weaken, it was harder than before. She stroked it, liking thevelvety feel against her hand. Lionel grabbed her into a tight embrace.

‘Colette is so lovely, I like you.’

‘Lionel. Even I …’

Lionel took her lips in a deepkiss, sending them both into heightened excitement.

They embraced, and touched eachother, licking and sucking and touching without restraint. Even though therewas no penetration, they made each other feel good and they both climaxed many times.

As the night wore on, the two ofthem regretfully separated. Colette went into the bathroom to wash up; shenoticed that the bathroom was warmer than last time. There were warmed bricksin a clay pot. There was also a large tub filled with water, Lionel came andput one of the bricks in the tub with a pair of tongs. The water was soon warm.He must have prepared the warm bricks for her because she mentioned last timeshe didn’t like cold water.

‘Lionel-sama, thank you for goingto the trouble,’ She said sweetly.

‘It was no trouble.’

‘It is so sweet of you to rememberwhat I said last time.’

He really knew how to make a womanhappy (Zuben: Ah Colette, so easily pleased). Although, she thought it was useless, she couldn’t help her feelings. Sheglanced up at him shyly, and he was looking down at her with eyes that were again burning with desire.

♙

Colette and Lionel met up for a fewmore pleasurable trysts, but suddenly the invitations stopped.

Colette realised felt lonely whenshe was not invited to see him, but Margo came to visit when she had time; shewas also grumbling,

‘We are so busy, extremely busy,but we aren’t sure why. But no one dares take time off, just in case, so wererunning about morning to evening.’

‘Do you have any suspicions as towhat is going on?’

‘No.’

‘You seem to have it hard.’ Colettesaid, commiserating.

‘The Commander is even busier. I’mfine as long as I get to sleep.’

‘I see.’

Perhaps Margo came to tell herabout things so that Colette would not feel lonely and worried. At the veryleast, Colette should be patient, and she decided to give Margo a gift,

‘Margo, do you like chocolate?’

‘You have some?!’

‘My parents sent a few boxes ofchocolates, they are very good. You should take one and share them with yoursquad mates.’

‘Thank you. How about you, is worktiring?’

Colette nodded in reply.

‘Yes, but it is same as usual.Since I’m not being hara.s.sed as much recently, we can have these chocolates.’

‘That’s good to know.’ Margo saidsmiling.

Colette saw Margo off a short timelater. She turned to go back to her room and found Rose watching her.

Colette went a bit pale.

Rose was quiet for a long time andthen she said,

‘Is that a Black Dragon Knight?’

‘Yes…’

‘You seemed to be involved in someserious thing.’

‘Eh?’

‘But that is not my concern.’ Rosesaid contemptuously as she walked away.

What on earth was that about?

It seems that Rose talked aboutwhat she’d seen because everyone stopped speaking to Colette. (Zuben: Are thesepeople fools or sheep?)

After a few days of this behaviour,it became a matter of concern.

Colette confronted Rose,

‘Rose, what did you do or say?’

Rose laughed, it looked like afriendly smile, but Colette wasn’t fooled. (Zuben: Rose wants you to herself, Colette.If this was a yuri story, you’d begetting coerced by Rose.)

‘What do you mean what did I do, Colette?’

‘You say that, but people aretreating me differently…’

‘Hmm? Isn’t it the same as theytreated you before? I must dash; I have lots of work to do.’

It seemed rather strange for Roseto laugh and call her by her name. Colette remained careful; she did not wantto be bullied as she had been before.

♞

It seemed like it wasn’t only theBlack Dragon Knights were busy, but the other Knights as well. There was arumour going round about a war with another country. So she could still notmeet Lionel. Knights do not have much time for leisure.

There was  also a problem withRose being awe-struck by the Black Dragon Knights and she was a stickler forsocial segregation. Margo, an aristocrat’s daughter, was being friendly comingover to visit Colette, a commoner. Colette grew nervous. It was impossible forColette who was a commoner to understand the unwritten rules of society thatonly the aristocratic cla.s.s could understand. (Zuben: What rules are these? Andwhy are we suddenly worrying about them)

Her heart that had been movingpleasantly suddenly withered. 

What if their country went to war?They would be could be in a desperate situation, and Lionel, a war commander,would have to head to the front lines.

Sanity returned to Colette. She hadforgotten her family status and her fiancé.

She needed to put Lionel out of hermind.

So she was coolly polite to Margowhen she came to visit. She even brought a letter from Lionel, but she said,

‘I cannot take that.’

(Zuben: Coward. Don’t deny us somes.m.u.t time!)

Margo looked sad but did not saymuch. She returned to her barracks after a while.

With this, Lionel should understandher meaning. For now, he should have no time for dealing with the situationwith Colette. Colette felt a.s.sured, she wouldn’t see him again.

♙

A few days later, Colette finishedwork, had her dinner, took a bath and returned to her room. In her room a largeshadow appeared before her.

‘What?!’ she cried, alarmed. Butthe shadow quietly approached and closed the door behind her. His movementswere like a panther, sleek and graceful. (Zuben: I can’t believe I just wrotethat.) It could only be Lionel.

‘Colette,’

‘Yes…’

‘We’re going out tomorrow, and I donot know when I will return.’

‘I will pray for good luck andsafety.’

That was the right thing to say,right? She wasn’t sure. Colette’s body hummed with tension as her heart thumpedfast in her chest.

He put his hand in his pocket, andbrought out a small box.

‘I want you to have this.’

‘What is it?’

He placed the box in her hand andurged her to open it. It was a brilliant jewel the colour of the sea. It wasn’tjust a gla.s.s bauble but an aquamarine set in a brooch. It was cut very beautifullyand was the same colour as his eyes.

‘This… I cannot take this. It looksvery valuable.’

‘You must take it, I may not comeback.’ He said, (Zuben: Melodramatic-much)

‘That is an unlucky thing to say.’

It wasn’t really a war; it was onlya skirmish at the border, keeping the war between two other neighbouringcountries from spilling into their country. Yet, Lionel looked at Colette witha heated gaze. But there was something else, something that looked to Colettelike obsession.

Colette had thought that notmeeting for such a long while, she would have faded from Lionel’s mind. But onthe contrary, it seemed not to be the case.

She had heard rumours and gossipmostly of the pattern: A rich t.i.tled gentleman has an affair with a commonwoman and throws her aside after he was done with her. Of course, there weret.i.tled women who did it to men, too.

But extremely rarely, she had heardthat some lord had fallen for a commoner woman and he made her his mistress andeventually married her.

At this moment, it looked likeLionel was on that path. He looked at Colette without wavering, his gaze wasnot just of l.u.s.t, but filled with pa.s.sion and other emotions that she couldn’tdescribe. He was here on the night before leaving for war, bringing herexpensive gifts. It seemed Lionel had become obsessed with her.

A cold sweat formed inside Colette.

It has become a serious thing…(Zuben: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.)

♞