Battler walked into the garden, holding a tray bring tea for his oponent. In front of the table, there sat Beatrice. She simply sat there, unresponsive to everything around her, eyes dull and pratically void of any life. The only way you could tell she was alive and not dead was through her breathing.
"Hey Beato. I've brought you some tea and your favorite cookies." Battler said cheerfully.
"..." No response. She merely sat there continuing to stare blankly.
Battler sighed. It had been like this for what, nearly a month? It was so strange seeing someone who was once so proud and noisy just sit there quietly. Every moment, he expected her to just start cackling, call him a fool and ask how many times will he fall for that like her usual self might.
As he helped her eat a cookie, he began to look down at her chest. Battler blushed then gulped turning his head away. You know despite her being this 1000 year old wicked witch...she's not so bad looking. He thought to himself before quickly shaking off those thoughts. No, she's his opponent, the enemy...he shouldn't be having this thoughts. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of the sound of glass hitting the ground. Beato had dropped her teacup, spilling tea on herself and the ground.
Battler sighed and picked up the hankercheif on the table and proceeded to wipe her. As soon as he placed it on her chest and began rubbing, he soon felt himself feeling her breasts. As soon he realized what he was doing, he backed away. This wasn't right. She was his opponent and in her current state, she can't even fend for herself...Those last thoughts echoed in his head and he couldn't shake off any impure thoughts he had. It wouldn't hurt doing it just once, would it...?
He paused and looked around, making sure no one was took a deep breath and unzipped his pants. He stuck his throbbing cock out close to Beato. He proceeded to rub himself. He moaned in pleasure and ectasy as he moved his hand up and down. Eventually he couldn't hold it any longer and spilled his seed all over her. He suddenly came to his senses and stepped back when he realized what he'd just done. He quickly zipped his pants back up and tried to clean up his mess.
"AHAHAAHA BATTLER YOU'RE SUCH A MAN~!" Battler heard a cackle and turned to see the scantily dressed demon, Gaap. "Though I think you should've gone the whole way~! I bet 'Riiche would've enjoyed that. tee-hee. Now I'll go tell Lia of your little shenanigans~!"
"Wait don't-" Battler desperately cried but in vain. For Gaap had just disappeared as quickly as she appeared through one of her holes.
Suddenly, a smothered mate came flying through the air nearly piercing Battler. He had just barely dodged by a hair's length. Virgilia appeared riding a horse. Her eyes wide open and a vein popping. Battler panicked. "Wait, I can explain, I-" he was cut off. He quickly ran like a bullet trying desperately to avoid Virgilia's attacks. FIN.
