Subaru fell onto his bed, giving a sigh of relaxation. Today had been a hard day of work. Ram had felt particularly lazy today, leaving him, Frederica, and Petra-chan to do most of the work. Though Petra had insisted to help him, he'd told her he was fine. He could do it himself. And afterwards, Beako went to play with her. After all, today was Thursday, and he'd told her she should try to spend those with Petra, have some fun.

He felt his mood dampen at that realization. It was Thursday. The fifth day of the week. Which meant two days until Saturday, the last day of the week. Two days until he was seeing her again. That bitch. That fucking arrogant, smug bitch. God, he fucking hated her. T-That smug smile, filled with the utmost confidence that she was the greatest thing to ever grace the earth.

That any meatbag, as she called them, should be grateful to be in her presence. Grateful to be graced by her attention. T-To have her gorgeous, ruby eyes gazing at them, staring into their soul. T-To feel her soft, perfect skin, not a single blemish or imperfection. G-Get even a single whiff of her heavenly scent, that made him feel so calm. O-Or even better, the smell of her pussy. Utterly d-divine, making his head spin, dizzy in the most wonderful way, all of his worries wash awa-

He slapped himself.

"Goddamn it, not again," he muttered. This wasn't the first time he'd thought like that. Thought of how she looked, how she felt, how she smelled. All material things, appealing to base desires. The very definition of superficial. Not what should really matter. She wasn't like Emilia-tan or Rem-rin. She wasn't kind. She wasn't generous, no matter how many times she called herself that. She wasn't lovely at all. Her heart was as black as her tainted blood. Hell, she was barely even a lady.

So why? Why did he think of her like that?

Subaru sighed, getting up from his bed. Maybe a couple laps of pacing would help with his thoughts. Get a grip on himself. He made his way around his room, able to hear nothing but the sound of his own footsteps.

Until he stepped on a particular spot, rather out of the way. Unlikely to be stepped on, by design. And as he stepped there, he heard a creak, snapping him out of his concentration. He knew what what was. A false panel. And he knew what it hid.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was on his knees, pulling out the false panel. This revealed a box, airtight. And one that she got one of her 'children' to do a little enchantment on. The box was keyed to his mana gate, making sure that only he could open it. Well, him, or someone with an identical gate. And there was only one person who could make their gate identical to his own. What a happy coincidence, as she would say.

Subaru gulped, feeling his mouth become dry. He knew what was in the box. It had been a 'gift' from her. She called it a keepsake, for when he got lonely. Said it was to keep him satisfied, since he was 'so needy'.

He'd removed the box from the panel, placing it on the solid floor. His hands were getting ready to open it. Subaru gulped again. H-He was just going to look at it. T-To get his nerves ready for Saturday. N-Nothing more.

The brunette opened the box, revealing his gift. Panties. Capella's panties. Dark black, lacy. The image of a rose near the top, identical to the one near the end of that ponytail she had.

"I-I'm not doing anything wrong," he muttered to himself. "I'm just looking." Beako wouldn't be back for a while. Emilia-tan was busy with her studies. Garfiel was training with Clind. Otto was doing paperwork. He knew Ram and Frederica were unlikely to just pop on by his room. So he wasn't going to get caught. He wasn't gonna have someone walk in on him staring at panties in a box, which would lead to questions. Questions he wanted to avoid answering, avoid being faced with.

And besides, like he just said, he wasn't doing anything wrong. He was just doing something he could only do because he'd done something wrong. Something despicable, that they would hate him for. As they should. He'd been going behind their backs for months. To see an Archbishop. And it wasn't like he could say he didn't know she was an Archbishop, as he'd been perfectly aware from the start of who she was, what she did. But that hadn't stopped him.

"I really am scum," he said to himself. Staring at an Archbishop's panties. What would they say? They'd be disgusted. He didn't have an excuse for this, even counting his 'relationship' with her. After all, why had he kept them? Why hadn't he just tossed them out, first chance he got. It wouldn't be difficult. Head out, throw them away. No hassle, and it's not like she'd find out.

But he knew why he hadn't just gotten rid of them. Because he wanted them. He liked having them.

His hands trembled as they reached down, delicately gripping the undergarments. He licked his lips absentmindedly. "J-Just one sniff," he mumbled. "T-To prepare for Saturday."

It was as good an excuse as any, he supposed. Maybe if he got lucky, her scent was gone from them. He'd be forced to go cold turkey. Because god knew he didn't have the self-control and discipline to willingly do it.

He went over to his bed, figuring it'd be slightly less demeaning and pathetic to sniff them there, rather than on the floor. Legs touching the floor, he brought the panties up, trying one last time to resist. To muster the will to put them back in that box. To deny his desire. To prove he wasn't her pet.

He failed.

Subaru brought the panties forward, until they were inches from his nose. He then took a light whiff… before giving a soft moan, cheeks dusting pink. They still smelled like her. Like her sweet, pretty pussy. It reminded him of when she'd shove her muff into his face, demanding him to eat her out. Of her moaning, praising his tongue as he lost control, greedily digging in, hungry for more. And just like then, he could feel his self-control evaporating. One sniff wasn't enough. He could wallow in shame and disgust later.

He shoved them against his nose, taking a deep, hungry sniff, moaning louder. His cock twitched, becoming erect from the familiar scent, from the images it brought to his mind. His cheeks were no longer dusted pink, now more like painted, turning entirely crimson.

Sniff

"F-Fuck~"

Sniff

"C-Capella-chan~"

SNIIIIFFFF

"So good~"

He fell onto his bed, almost desperately shoving them against his nose. Drowning in the scent, needily huffing more and more. His erection ached in his pants, demanding freedom. He brought a hand down, clumsily messing about with his pants, unwilling to take the panties away for a better view of his action. Finally, it was let free, exposed to the cool air, twitching in need. Still greedily huffing, his hand got to work, stroking up and down his shaft, getting it to full hardness.

His hand started out slow, speeding up as time went by. Thick pre began to drip from the tip of his cock, providing lubrication to go quicker. He lightly bucked his hips into the air, desiring more. As he felt himself get closer to completion, Subaru realized a dilemma. What to do with his load. He couldn't just cum onto his clothes or the bed, that would be noticeable. He didn't want to take the time to stop and go to the bathroom to let his load be washed down.

He came up with a solution. Fairly quick, and not being nearly as opposed to it as he probably should. Subaru lowered the hand holding the panties, and wrapped them around his member. He loudly moaned as he felt the softness surround him, so much better than his hands. They weren't calloused, but they didn't compare to the smoothness of her undergarments.

Now giving himself a pantyjob, Subaru bucked his hips harder, faster, thrusting into the black underwear, quickly staining it with his pre. Soon enough, that wouldn't be the only thing staining it.

Meanwhile, Frederica was doing some final rounds for the day, and was passing by his room. Her sensitive ears and nose picked up two things. One, the sound of him groaning, and the mattress slightly rocking. Second, his musk. The head maid blushed lightly, knowing exactly what he was doing. Subaru was a growing boy, after all. As fast as she could, Frederica went past, not wishing to disturb the knight's 'downtime'.

Oblivious to himself nearly being caught jacking off with the panties of an Archbishop, Subaru kept going on, panting as he neared completion. Barely remembering how risky this was, he used his free hand to grab a pillow, covering his face. Last thing he wanted is others wondering who Capella was, and why he's masturbating to her.

"MAMA~!" he moaned into the pillow, muffled by it, eyes crossing as he gave one final thrust, and came. His load shot against the panties, soiling them even more. If a woman were to wear them, they'd certainly recognize that these underwear had been stained by a pervert. If not from a look, then from how they'd feel against their crotch.

As Subaru's orgasm died down, and his senses, as well as his sanity, returned, he gave a chuckle, no real humor or happiness present. He was so fucked.

Notes:

OKAY, OKAY! I know it's been just under a year since I last did anything with this fic, I know that some of you might have heard I was planning to do a chapter detailing their first time together.

But... stuff happened. Life happened. My sister's dad passed away. I'd never been close to him, and didn't get along with him for the longest time. I'm just happy that the last time we talked ended on good terms. Better late than never.

Besides this, I came upon a case of writer's block. Combined, I just sort of lost track of time, and forget about this fic for a while. So I came up with a way to remind everyone I'm in fact, not dead, and neither is this fic. For the next couple of days, I'll be uploading 'omakes' here. Largely dealing with Subaru's life when not getting his brains fucked out by Capella. Though a couple will be different. I'm not sure how many of these I'll make, but I hope you enjoy them.