It Became a Serious Thing Chapter 3

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hat 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 hara.s.s 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 unb.u.t.ton 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 e.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 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,

‘Embarra.s.sed 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 embarra.s.sing 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 b.u.t.tocks and thighs.

She moaned, ‘Fuu…ahn…’

Colette’s body was getting hot in antic.i.p.ation, but Lionel did not seem to be in a hurry. He continued to kiss and stroke her languidly. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were crushed against his chest, and she began to touch him too. Her womanhood was straddling his c.o.c.k, 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 l.u.s.t.

‘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 embarra.s.sment.

‘Oh no!...it’s embarra.s.sing…’

‘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 c.l.i.toris 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 c.l.i.toris; 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 p.e.n.i.s 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 hara.s.sed 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 cla.s.s 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 s.m.u.t 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 a.s.sured, 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 gla.s.s 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 t.i.tled gentleman has an affair with a common woman and throws her aside after he was done with her. Of course, there were t.i.tled 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 l.u.s.t, but filled with pa.s.sion 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.)

♞