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"Sabro!"

The person in question barely had the chance to react before he was attacked by someone. There were only two people in the world that would boldly throw themselves on top of him like this. One of them was his younger sister.

The second one was Valac Clara, who was the one currently doing so.

"Hello, my pet." He greeted her, not bothering to push her off. He never had, even back when he still was in his "aggressive" phase back in beginning of freshman year. Now they were approaching the middle of their second year, and he had mellowed out considerably.

"What are you doing here by yourself?" Clara asked while hanging off his shoulder.

"Reading." He gestured towards the book in his hands. The Royal One had quite an expansive library and he would often find himself spending the cold afternoons in here once classes were finished for the day. "How come you are not with Iruma and Asmodeus?"

"Azz-Azz is teaching Iruma chess. And it's a very boring game. So, I wandered around until I found you!"

Sabro hummed in understanding. "I don't think I'm doing anything entertaining, either." He warned her. "You'll probably be better off finding someone else like Lied."

"But I like spending time with you!" She grinned, and he could not help but to feel a bit warm at her words. "I bet I can find something to do here."

"Alright." He could feel Clara slide off from his head and down the back of the arm chair as he went back to his book. But his focus slowly went back to the female wandering around the area. Other than the occasional hum, she wasn't doing anything too distracting. However, she would always catch his eye whenever she was around.

He had started to pay attention to her last year, just after the first lesson where he had almost died to the claws of the guardian of the valley. She had boldly, or foolishly, started to chase after his tail. He had been so astonished by her actions that he did not do anything to stop her. At first, he pretended to not notice her. After all, he knew from dealing with his younger sister that this weird demon would eventually stop. But it seemed like it only spurred her on because she kept coming back. It became harder and harder to ignore her as days went on. Not only would she continue playing with him, but she would also conjure up items and ideas that he simply could not fathom at all. She became a person that he was oddly fascinated with.

He didn't know exactly when he started calling her his pet, but Clara never seemed upset about him calling her that. He thought the moniker fit her. She reminded him of an animal he couldn't understand yet he had the urge to protect her no matter what. For a while, he had been fine with that kind of relationship with her.

Then, Iruma went into his evil cycle.

Iruma was usually a soft and polite person. To see him almost the complete opposite of himself threw everyone for a loop until they figured out that it was just his evil cycle. However, Sabro kept his eyes on his rival, curious to see how he would continue to act.

But then curiosity changed into something else when his rival had told Clara to sit on his lap.

And it only grew when she did.

For some reason, seeing that normally eccentric female sitting bashfully and silent on Iruma bothered him. She would look up at times, a red tinge to her cheeks as her green eyes locked with his for a second before ducking her head again. It wasn't until she slid off her friend's lap at the appearance of a blanket that he realized that he had been staring at her during the whole ordeal. He didn't have the opportunity to think about the scene until after the events of obtaining the Royal One classroom when he had a quiet moment to himself at home.

Eventually, he came to the realization that he wanted her to sit in his lap as well.

A couple of days later, when his other peers were distracted or off doing their own thing, he plucked the green haired demon from his head and sat her down on his lap. Clara, who had been in mid-sentence when he had suddenly did that, looked up at him with wide and curious eyes. Then she seemed to get over the movement and started to talk again. However, he was only half listening to her words. The other half of his attention was focused on the view of her perched on his lap. For some reason, it felt so natural, so pleasing to have her there.

He then had the sudden urge to touch her.

His hand had gone up, but he had caught himself in time from cupping her cheek in the middle of the main classroom. Instead, it went to her head and ruffled her hair. To his surprise, she giggled, and the sweet sound brought a warm feeling his core.

What scared him was the urge to touch her again, this time in many other places.

Luckily, Iruma had shown up in the classroom then and she slid off his lap to greet him. Sabro, seeing that he was free, made a beeline to the bathroom to calm himself down.

His urges turned into fantasies. He would sometimes wake up with boners or even soiled bed clothes because he had dreamed that he had gone so much farther with Clara. Sometimes, they even spilled into his daily life. Quite a few times he had caught himself daydreaming in class about her and had to will down any excitement he had gotten. Despite all this, he continued to allow her to climb all over him. He just didn't sit her on his lap anymore. He felt like if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself in front of his classmates.

But we are the only ones here right now.

Would it be that bad to allow himself to give in just a little to his urges while no one was around?

"Pet." The call slipped out of his mouth. Clara looked towards him.

"Yes?"

"Come sit on my lap." He patted his leg.

"Oh? Are you getting cold?" She asked as she came closer to him.

"Yeah..." It wasn't a total lie. He wanted to feel her warmth on him again. Clara, ever so innocent looking, climbed on him at sat down.

"I'll keep you warm!" She declared.

I'm sure you will. He thought, trying to focus back on his book.

However, it became clear that he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on it completely as he once had. His gaze went back to the female on his leg. She had seemed to find interest in a book herself as she was beginning to read it. He still thought it was so natural to see her on him, even more so because he had dreamed this so many times before. A quiet exhale escaped him.

"Can I pet you?" He asked.

She beamed at him and nodded. Sabro placed his book down and brought a hand to her head and scratched lightly at it. He watched her eyes close at the movement, relaxing.

He thought she looked adorable like this. Entranced and feeling a bit more bold, he let his other hand go down to her stomach and started to rub at it through her shirt.

"Belly rubs, too?" She inquired; eyes still closed.

"Yeah. Unless it's uncomfortable?"

"I like it." She hummed.

For a few minutes, he managed to keep up with the surprisingly arduous task of doing two motions at once. He dared to let his hand slip under her shirt to keep rubbing at her stomach and, when she didn't complain, allowed his other hand to join down there.

"Here, move this way a bit more." He told her, and soon he had her straddling him. "You okay?"

"Yup!"

"Good." He went back to rubbing her stomach with both of his hands. It was much easier this time because not only was she in a better position to do so but she also abandoned her book and was now leaning against him with her arms to the side. Her eyes had closed again, showing how at ease she was with him. He let his hands wander further up until he was touching the bottom of her bra. He watched her for any discomfort, and when he deemed that there was none, allowed himself to gently cup the mounds through her bra. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at him curiously. However, he did not let go right then.

"Is it okay to pet you here as well?" His voice was surprisingly low. As much as he wanted to continue, he still did not want to make her uncomfortable.

"Y-you can." Clara replied in an equally quiet voice. Sabro noticed that she was turning a bit pink. But she had given him permission. He pushed up the bra until he felt her breast drop into his hands. He had been almost painfully aware that they had grown a bit in the year and so that he had been pining for her. And right now, they fit snugly in his hands. His thumbs automatically brushed her hardening nipples.

The unintentional moan that escaped her was beautiful.

"You sound amazing, my pet." He told her. "But don't get too loud. We are still at school, after all." The risk of getting caught was the reason why he had not lifted up her shirt to see what he was doing. But he was happy enough to be able to touch her. He squeezed and rolled the nubs in between his fingers, paying attention to the sounds that she made to make sure he wasn't hurting her. He shifted so he could kiss the top of her head. He could feel how hard he was with that slight movement, but he could not do anything right now to relieve himself other than bucking his hips occasionally.

Instead, he let a hand wander down to her skirt. He rubbed the wet spot on her panties, and the way she rolled her hips told him that she gave him permission to touch her there. Like he had done with her chest, he didn't bother to stay on the outside long.

"You're so wet." He groaned as he blindly explored under her panties. He found her nub almost immediately. He gently rubbed it, knowing enough that it was very sensitive. It caused the girl to open her legs more so he could have more access to her most private part. He allowed a finger to slip in her hole, earning a hiss of pleasure from her. He couldn't go too deep because of the position he was in, though. He brought his fingers back to her clit and started to rub the sides of the hood.

"Too much?" He asked when she started to squirm.

"No…keep going." She panted.

Unfortunately, he only was able to rub a bit more because their ears caught the sound of the door handle opening. Quickly, his hand slid out as she reached to adjust her bra as Iruma's voice echoed in the library.

"Clara?"

"I-Iruma!" She called back. Thankfully, their chair was facing away from the door so they had a few extra seconds to adjust before both Iruma and Asmodeus appeared by them. "Hey, Sabnock."

"Yo." He nodded. "Come to pick Clara up?"

"Unfortunately." Asmodeus sighed. However, Clara seemed unaffected by his word and climbed down from Sabro's lap.

"Bye, Sabro!" She gave him a trademark smile. "I hope we can play again." Sabro swore that her cheeks tinted pink again. He gave her a nod and the trio left him alone again. He brought his hand up his face, noticing that his fingers were still a bit wet. He gave them a curious lick, and when he realized he liked the taste, licked off the rest of his fingers.

Later on, he sent his pet a text message.

If we play like that again, it's going to be at my apartment so we can finish the game. Over the weekend, actually.

He got her reply a few minutes later.

I would love that, Master. You give the best pets.