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That evening, Colette put the
Lionel’s shirt in a basket and left the maids’ dormitory.
This time, she would leave as soon
as she returned the shirt. If he propositioned her again, she would tell him
that they both had fiancés and they need to stop whatever this was.
Since, he was the Commander of the
Black Dragon Knights; he won’t do anything against a lady’s will. (Zuben: You
don’t know many men, do you?) Therefore, if she refused calmly, he would let
her go peacefully.
As she came out of her building,
she came across a Black Knight standing in the way. It was the female knight
who had come to her in the morning,
‘I will escort you,’ she said.
Colette was surprised and gave
short bow,
‘I am sorry to trouble you. I can
go alone.’
‘No. Even though, it is the Royal
Castle, I don’t think a woman should walk around by herself at night.’
‘But…you’re also a woman.’ Colette
replied. The knight was surprised.
‘Well, I am like a man; I am
constantly training my body.’ She said in protest.
‘Don’t be silly, you’re a very
beautiful woman.’
While the knight was taller than
most 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 with
longing.
‘You’re just saying that. You’re a
kind person, Colette.’
‘I’m not just saying it. This is
what I think, truly.’
‘No one has ever told me that
before. It is rather pleasant.’ The knight said shyly.
Colette wondered if the knight had
low self esteem about her looks. Although, she made the knight shy, she seemed
to sparkle a bit too. It made Colette happy.
Lionel would tell her she was
pretty and cute, too, in that situation.
But after thinking about it, she
doubted the knight and Lionel were in that kind of relationship. She did not
believe Lionel would harass a member of his own team, even if they were a
woman. Colette felt bad for thinking about such things.
‘I am sorry I am late in
introducing myself, I am Margo.’
‘Thank you, Margo, for especially
coming to escort me.’
‘Actually, the Commander asked me
to 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 one
bothered her. (Zuben: No one bothered you the last time.) There would be no weird
rumours.
As soon as she saw him, she was
going to declare that she wasn’t coming anymore. She had to make sure she did
not get deeper into this affair. She needed to do this for Margo’s sake, Colette
decided. (Zuben: If not for yours)
‘Thank you for coming anyway’ Colette
said, she reached into her basket for a handkerchief (Zuben: A magic
handkerchief basket!), ‘If it pleases you, please take this silk handkerchief;
it was embroidered by my family’s shop.’
‘Wow really? Thank you. It’s my
first time being given something so lovely.’
‘I am glad, please accept it. What
should I do if I am rude?’
‘There is no such thing. You can
talk informally. Please feel free to call me by my name.’
‘Is this truly alright? I am a mere
commoner…’
‘It is. Even if I am from
aristocracy, my father is a mere country viscount. I am his third child of
seven children. We are rather poor.’ Margo said with a laugh.
She was rather friendly, Colette
was surprised but happy.
‘Thank you, I am happy to have a
new friend.’
‘Me too. There aren’t many other
female knights.’
They talked about work as they
walked to their destination. But they arrived at Lionel’s door soon enough. She
didn’t want to see Lionel; she wanted to chat with Margo. However, Margo’s duty
was to bring Colette, so she knocked on the door.
‘Commander, I have brought your
guest.’
‘Enter.’
‘Yes. Well then, Colette, I’ll take
my leave here. Let’s chat again.’
‘Come with me, let’s talk some
more.’
‘No, you and the Commander have to
get on.’
‘…’
Colette was at a loss. Naturally,
Margo thought that she and Lionel were in a relationship, hence why she was
there. But it was not the case. (Zuben: hmmhm)
Margo left and Colette was left to
contend with Lionel by herself. She clenched her fist and entered the room.
Lionel was lounging before his desk
waiting for Colette. There was heat in his gaze as he looked at her.
Colette came forward and handed him
the basket,
‘This is the shirt you borrowed me.
Thank you very much.’
He took it and dropped it
carelessly on his desk, ‘I don’t care about the shirt.’ He said.
She wondered if borrowing her his shirt
was a planned pretext to ensure she came to him again.
‘Let’s not do this, Lionel-sama. We
both 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 this
should 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. She
wondered what was wrong.
‘Er, Lionel-sama…?’
‘You’re not wearing that lingerie tonight?’
he asked.
Of course not! She did not plan to
do that. She came in her uniform.
She wondered if he even listened to
what she had said. Nevertheless, she would reiterate,
‘Lionel, as for me –‘
‘It’s alright even if you come like
this. You look lovely in your livery. It makes me want to be naughty.’ He said
as he moved closer.
‘What?! No. Lionel, let’s not do
this anymore. Wait. Stop. Don’t take it off.’
He began to unbutton her uniform
deftly. Colette tried to stop him with no avail.
‘Do you want it do get dirty?’ he
asked.
‘Well, no. But, we should think of
our fiancés and not betray them by doing this.’
‘How do you define betrayal?’
‘Eh?’
While Colette was puzzled, he
stripped her.
‘If you want, we can keep from
penetration like the last time.’
‘No, that is just sophistry. Doing
that is still betrayal…’
‘In that case, we are already
accomplices in betrayal, Colette,’
Colette went pale and still. She
frowned. She supposed that was true. Last time, she lost her head and embraced
Lionel with abandon; kissing and touching him all over. When they finished,
they bathed together. They had been like close lovers who spent their daily
lives together. (Zuben: You still can say no, now. But I guess we won’t have a
story if you did)
It was useless. (Zuben: Was it?)
She could not resist him, she admitted to herself. (Zuben: You didn’t put up
that much of a fight, but it’s cool) Even now, she could see that there was a
feverish desire in Lionel’s eyes for her. She decided to let things take its
course (Zuben: Until you calm down from the feverish desire yourself.) She
would like to know what he thought of her, but she feared his expressionless
visage if she asked.
As a result, there wasn’t much coercion
required 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 the
bedroom, they might get dirty.’ He said huskily. (Zuben: Because your
ejaculation is like a fountain, right?)
‘Yes, I suppose…’
That was indeed why she had to get
him to throw the baby doll away. (Zuben: Nothing liberal application of soap
and water could not have handled, but hey, whatever.)
However, she was naked in his
study/receiving room. She used her hands to cover her exposed breast and lower
area. Lionel looked at her with delight,
‘Embarrassed Colette is cute.’
‘No don’t look at me.’
‘That is impossible.’ He said, as
he began to take off his clothes. He knew Colette would come, so he had worn
freer clothing. His tight, well muscled body was soon exposed; he was a
physically 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 penetrate
her.
It was still embarrassing to look
at him, so she averted her gaze. Lionel came up to her and pulled her with him
to the bedroom.
She imagined that he was going to
push her down on the bed like the last time. But this time, he got on first and
pulled 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 he
pulled 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 the
past pleasures. As they entwined their
tongues, his large hand stoked her body, her buttocks and thighs.
She moaned, ‘Fuu…ahn…’
Colette’s body was getting hot in
anticipation, but Lionel did not seem to be in a hurry. He continued to kiss
and stroke her languidly. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she
began to touch him too. Her womanhood was straddling his cock, it had gotten
wet 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. He
stopped kissing her and looked in her eyes, his gaze filled with lust.
‘Colette, I want to love you with
my lips tonight.’ He said (Zuben: Who says that?)
‘Alright…’ she replied hesitantly.
She did not understand what meant
until he turned Colette so her legs straddled his head and her head was at his
crotch. She realised that her secret place was completely visible to Lionel,
she became hot with embarrassment.
‘Oh no!...it’s embarrassing…’
‘Colette, touch me,’ he said as he
ran a finger between her damp petals. Every time he touched her sensitive
protrusion, waves of pleasure coursed through her,
‘Ahh…’ she moaned.
As she sighed with pleasure, Colette
wrapped a hand around his throbbing shaft. As she learned the other day, as she
stroked it, sticky fluid also came from the tip.
A man also gets wet, she thought.
As she caressed his meat stick, he
was stroking her sensitive nubbin and petals with something hot and smooth. The
pleasure was too intense; Colette threw her head back and moaned.
‘Oh…’
Colette tried to pull away to see
what he was doing, but Lionel held her down onto his face. He told her she was
cute as he began to furiously suck and lick her swollen petals. Her sensitive clitoris
was teased tightly between his lips and licked with his tongue, as his fingers
were stirring at the entrance of her honey pot. Colette moaned and soon she was
climaxing as he sucked strongly on her nubbin.
‘Oh. Ahn…ahn!’ she cried as she
climaxed.
‘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, stroking
the 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 sharp
intake of breath. She licked around the head. And she heard his sigh of
pleasure. It spurred her on and she sucked on the tip while pumping the shaft. He
continued to lick her honey pot and clitoris; Colette could not help but wriggle her
waist.
‘Ah…’ he moaned, ‘It’s coming, Colette.’
‘Ah, yes…’
Colette had wanted to keep him in
her mouth, but she also wanted to watch him come. From the tip, white mucous
jetted out vigorously. It almost got in her face, but she leaned back and it
caught her neck.
‘Sorry,’ he said. Even though, he
was expressionless, he seemed anxious as he grabbed a cloth to wipe her with.
‘I’m alright,’ Colette said. She
took the cloth from him and cleaned his penis where there were still some
droplets 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 the
velvety 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 deep
kiss, sending them both into heightened excitement.
They embraced, and touched each
other, licking and sucking and touching without restraint. Even though there
was no penetration, they made each other feel good and they both climaxed many times.
As the night wore on, the two of
them regretfully separated. Colette went into the bathroom to wash up; she
noticed that the bathroom was warmer than last time. There were warmed bricks
in a clay pot. There was also a large tub filled with water, Lionel came and
put 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 time
she didn’t like cold water.
‘Lionel-sama, thank you for going
to the trouble,’ She said sweetly.
‘It was no trouble.’
‘It is so sweet of you to remember
what I said last time.’
He really knew how to make a woman
happy (Zuben: Ah Colette, so easily pleased). Although, she thought it was useless, she couldn’t help her feelings. She
glanced 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 few
more pleasurable trysts, but suddenly the invitations stopped.
Colette realised felt lonely when
she was not invited to see him, but Margo came to visit when she had time; she
was 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 were
running about morning to evening.’
‘Do you have any suspicions as to
what is going on?’
‘No.’
‘You seem to have it hard.’ Colette
said, commiserating.
‘The Commander is even busier. I’m
fine as long as I get to sleep.’
‘I see.’
Perhaps Margo came to tell her
about things so that Colette would not feel lonely and worried. At the very
least, 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 of
chocolates, they are very good. You should take one and share them with your
squad mates.’
‘Thank you. How about you, is work
tiring?’
Colette nodded in reply.
‘Yes, but it is same as usual.
Since I’m not being harassed as much recently, we can have these chocolates.’
‘That’s good to know.’ Margo said
smiling.
Colette saw Margo off a short time
later. 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 and
then she said,
‘Is that a Black Dragon Knight?’
‘Yes…’
‘You seemed to be involved in some
serious thing.’
‘Eh?’
‘But that is not my concern.’ Rose
said contemptuously as she walked away.
What on earth was that about?
It seems that Rose talked about
what she’d seen because everyone stopped speaking to Colette. (Zuben: Are these
people 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 a
friendly smile, but Colette wasn’t fooled. (Zuben: Rose wants you to herself, Colette.
If this was a yuri story, you’d be
getting coerced by Rose.)
‘What do you mean what did I do, Colette?’
‘You say that, but people are
treating me differently…’
‘Hmm? Isn’t it the same as they
treated you before? I must dash; I have lots of work to do.’
It seemed rather strange for Rose
to laugh and call her by her name. Colette remained careful; she did not want
to be bullied as she had been before.
It seemed like it wasn’t only the
Black Dragon Knights were busy, but the other Knights as well. There was a
rumour going round about a war with another country. So she could still not
meet Lionel. Knights do not have much time for leisure.
There was also a problem with
Rose being awe-struck by the Black Dragon Knights and she was a stickler for
social segregation. Margo, an aristocrat’s daughter, was being friendly coming
over to visit Colette, a commoner. Colette grew nervous. It was impossible for
Colette who was a commoner to understand the unwritten rules of society that
only the aristocratic class could understand. (Zuben: What rules are these? And
why are we suddenly worrying about them)
Her heart that had been moving
pleasantly 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 had
forgotten her family status and her fiancé.
She needed to put Lionel out of her
mind.
So she was coolly polite to Margo
when she came to visit. She even brought a letter from Lionel, but she said,
‘I cannot take that.’
(Zuben: Coward. Don’t deny us some
smut time!)
Margo looked sad but did not say
much. She returned to her barracks after a while.
With this, Lionel should understand
her meaning. For now, he should have no time for dealing with the situation
with Colette. Colette felt assured, she wouldn’t see him again.
A few days later, Colette finished
work, had her dinner, took a bath and returned to her room. In her room a large
shadow appeared before her.
‘What?!’ she cried, alarmed. But
the shadow quietly approached and closed the door behind her. His movements
were like a panther, sleek and graceful. (Zuben: I can’t believe I just wrote
that.) It could only be Lionel.
‘Colette,’
‘Yes…’
‘We’re going out tomorrow, and I do
not know when I will return.’
‘I will pray for good luck and
safety.’
That was the right thing to say,
right? She wasn’t sure. Colette’s body hummed with tension as her heart thumped
fast in her chest.
He put his hand in his pocket, and
brought out a small box.
‘I want you to have this.’
‘What is it?’
He placed the box in her hand and
urged her to open it. It was a brilliant jewel the colour of the sea. It wasn’t
just a glass bauble but an aquamarine set in a brooch. It was cut very beautifully
and was the same colour as his eyes.
‘This… I cannot take this. It looks
very valuable.’
‘You must take it, I may not come
back.’ He said, (Zuben: Melodramatic-much)
‘That is an unlucky thing to say.’
It wasn’t really a war; it was only
a skirmish at the border, keeping the war between two other neighbouring
countries from spilling into their country. Yet, Lionel looked at Colette with
a heated gaze. But there was something else, something that looked to Colette
like obsession.
Colette had thought that not
meeting for such a long while, she would have faded from Lionel’s mind. But on
the contrary, it seemed not to be the case.
She had heard rumours and gossip
mostly of the pattern: A rich titled gentleman has an affair with a common
woman and throws her aside after he was done with her. Of course, there were
titled women who did it to men, too.
But extremely rarely, she had heard
that some lord had fallen for a commoner woman and he made her his mistress and
eventually married her.
At this moment, it looked like
Lionel was on that path. He looked at Colette without wavering, his gaze was
not just of lust, but filled with passion and other emotions that she couldn’t
describe. He was here on the night before leaving for war, bringing her
expensive 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.)
lol thank you for the translation
ReplyDeletethanks!
ReplyDeleteyour tsukkomi(i'm right to say that, right?) is so on point! keke! fiction, aye, fiction! but colette is that type of girl, so...and she likes lionel anyway---! also, the class difference is such nonsense! if a commoner can become a king through rebellion, it goes to follow that every noble started out as a commoner, rofl!
Honestly, even I am not sure what 'tsukkomi' means. The word suddenly appeared in the consciouness one day and I never bothered to find out what it was. I make comments early on because I will forget my thoughts when I am done with a chapter, and it is more fun to have comments as it happens as it were than at the end. Thanks for reading.
DeleteZUBENNNNNNNNNNN Omfg I think I dieeeee eeeek these comments are hilarious!!! LMAO
ReplyDeleteZuben: Nothing liberal application of soap and water could not have handled, but hey, whatever.
ReplyDeleteTranslator sama: men rarely know how to launder delicate items. Commander could ask Miss Margo... On the second though, the silk underwear is probably stored with other combat memorabilia, laundered slowly and delicately by our hero.
All your comments made me laugh. Thank you for reading. XD
ReplyDeleteI enjoy zuben's comments more than the story.I feel as if I have someone to discuss this story with.and thank u very much.
ReplyDeleteHow did he know that my birthstone was an aquamarine~~~
ReplyDeleteZuben: Because your ejaculation is like a fountain, right?
ReplyDelete‘Yes, I suppose…’
Make me laughing sooooo hard! Ahhahhhahah