Recently been looking at some uh...Pictures of Petra and quickly became interested in her. She's so innocent and cute and her body is just amazing, there's lots of lewd potential too.

So yeah, here's a smutty Petra chapter.

Enjoy.

Fodlan was vastly different from Brigid.

If it wasn't for Edelgard's assistance Petra would be extremely disorientated in this new land.

The other person she was grateful for was her new teacher, although she was told that he probably wasn't the best to go to if she had any questions regarding Fodlan, she couldn't help but feel at peace whenever she was around him.

Like her, he too seemed to be new to Fodlan, despite living his entire life there. So maybe that similarity is what made her at ease around him.

Not to mention his battle prowess was something to be admired. While Petra didn't know a whole lot about the fighting styles of Fodlan, if they were anything like her Professor's then she doubted even the strongest warriors in Brigid could go up against him. That said, learning under him as well as studying the man himself, it was clear that he stood out even amongst his countrymen.

There were times where she would find herself watching him fight, every strike so true and without a second thought.

Today was another one of those days where she watched her Professor tear through a group of bandits. It was only when Caspar called out her name that she came to, just in time to parry an attack from a bandit. Her sword sliding across his as she side-stepped out of the way, she ducked as the bandit turned around to swing at her, and she reversed her grip on her sword and sliced the bandit's ankles he fell to the ground and Petra finished him off with a stab to the chest.

As the battle came to a close, the Black Eagles all gathered around the center of the battlefield to regroup. Petra made her way towards them and as she did she heard the Professor approach her from behind.

"Good work out there, Petra" As he said that she felt something pat her butt lightly and she let out a light squeak, her face turning red. As soon as she did that Byleth stopped and turned around to face her, his face equally red.

"Petra, I'm so sorry I uh..." He scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the best way to explain it. "Back in my father's mercenary group that was how some of the men congratulated each other...I figured I could give it a try but...I should've known better."

While Petra's face was still a bright red, she nodded. "I-I am having forgiveness Professor." She thought for a moment. "Would this be considered...A Fodlan custom?"

"Um...I suppose so?"

"I see, I am fascinated. Would you be able to teaching me more of this custom?"

Byleth wasn't sure how to respond, and he never got a chance to has Edelgard called him over to discuss the battle with him. He bid farewell to Petra before walking off towards Edelgard.

As the week went on, Petra found herself becoming more anxious around the Professor. Her heart would began to race whenever she noticed he was behind her. She would tense up, and anticipate something; but that something never came. But it wasn't a bad feeling, rather it was thrilling. It reminded her of a hunt, when the hunter closes in on their prey.

Only this time, she was the prey.

And it was exciting.

This new found feeling urged her to do better around the Professor, she studied more digillently then she did before and found herself engaging in more fights during battles, striving to win them and impress her Professor. Whenever a battle was over she wound bound up to him and smile, waiting for his praise. But when he did praise her, it did not fulfill her. She must still be missing something.

She thought back to what happened on the battlefield, what was it that invoked this strange desire within her. He praised her, then he...

That's it! The physical contact! The feeling of his hand on her...She blushed upon recalling that moment, what an odd custom it was.

Deciding to see if this was indeed she was looking for, she passed an exam in a lecture Manuela was teaching with flying colors and waited for the class to end. Once it was over she ran out of the classroom and approached Byleth as he was cleaning his chalkboard. "Professor!" She called out to him.

The man turned around and set down the rag. "Petra, did you need something?"

She held up her graded paper. "I have had success with the examination!"

Byleth looked over the paper quickly before smiling gently. "Good job Petra, it's nice to see you taking your studies well."

Petra frowned, if only slightly. She needed more, she got closer to the Professor. "I would like you to be praising me more Professor."

Byleth was a little taken aback. "Um..." he glanced over her shoulder before looking back to her. "I'm not really sure what you want me to do..."

To be honest, neither did Petra. She thought the moment would just come naturally, but it seems that her desires would not be fulfilled so easily. She'd have to be more upfront about it.

"I would like you to be touching me." She stated blatantly. While not showing it Byleth was shocked at her sudden request.

"Umm...Touch you?'

"Yes, I would like for you to be praising me with your touch." She smiled as she stated her request again, seemingly oblivious to the absurdity of it. Still unsure of what to do, he decided to pat her on the shoulder. "Uh...Good job?"

Petra looked at the hand on her shoulder, even that was not enough. She recalled seeing her Professor pat Bernadetta on the head whenever she successfully attended class. She gently grabbed his wrist and set his hand on her head, smiling as she let it rest there. Byleth got the message and patted her head.

"Good job?"

But still, that did not fulfill her desires. But she decided she had pushed the Professor about this enough. She nodded. "I am having thanks Professor, I look forward to tomorrow's battle." She said before turning and walking out of the classroom. Leaving Byleth still confused.

With the discovery that it was physical contact from the Professor she desired, Petra begin to calm down a bit more. Each time Petra would accomplish something, she would eagerly approach the Professor and await his praise, along with a headpat.

But as this continued, Petra once again begin to crave even more from the Professor. Just what was it she wanted from the Professor?

As she walked through the town she heard some commotion over at the tavern. She looked over to its entrance and saw what seemed to be mercenaries making a lot of ruckus. One of them slapped the other on his rear and as Petra saw that something shivered within her as she remembered the Professor doing something similar to her during the end of a battle.

Wait...That was it!

What she desired from the Professor were butt pats! Petra blushed at this sudden revelation, but now she knew what she wanted from her Professor.

Now how was she going to go about fulfilling this desire?

If there was one thing about the Professor a few people liked it was that he was a creature of habit. His route on the days off were always the same, and thanks to that Petra knew the best way to ambush him.

After purchasing some books with questionable content inside of them from the red-headed merchant the Professor frequented, Petra hurriedly took them back to her room and studied them; Learning how to attract a male's attention.

Once she had adequately studied the books, and was confident she would be able to pull it all off. She went about setting herself up along the Professor's path.

Today, the Professor was currently crossing the long bridge towards the chapel. Petra was leaning forward on the railing overlooking the land below, but keeping an eye on the direction the Professor was taking.

As he approached her, She leaned a bit further forward, blatant in what she was doing, leaving her behind open for ogles and perhaps a slap or two.

She caught her breath at the thought, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, shaking her rear ever so innocently. She was practically on display for him.

But yet, nothing happened; the Professor walked right past her fully displayed rump. Petra shifted her hips in annoyance and rested her cheek on her hand, sighing. As she did this she felt a couple other students beginning to oogle her. She she certainly attracted the attention of men, so why couldn't she attract the Professor?

Beginning to grow uncomfortable from the leers of the male students she pushed off from the railing and walked to her dorm, fixing her tight skirt as it had rode up her waistline from her earlier stunt.

She would repeat her attempts many times over the following week, yet being met with equal results every time. Eventually she got so fed up with it, she decided that tackling this problem head on was her best strategy.

"Professor, are you liking men?"

Byleth was at a loss for words at this sudden confrontation. Scratching the back of his head to figure out exactly what she was trying to say.

"Am I...Liking other men?"

Petra nodded. "Yes, are you lacking the attraction to girls?" She asked again, this time Byleth finally figuring out what she was attempting to inquire.

Byleth shook his head. "N-No, I am attracted to woman. Why do you ask?"

"Because you are refusing to looking at my rear."

"I-I'm sorry?"

"My butt."

"What about it?"

"I would be appreciating if you were to look at it."

Byleth didn't have time to react as Petra quickly turned around and leaned forward on the table, displaying her rear end to him.

"Uh Petra, maybe this isn't such a good time to-"

"Why not Professor? If you are not liking the men then prove it." Petra suddenly had on a devious smile, to be honest she had no idea what prompted her to do this. But she was enjoying every bit of it.

Petra shook her hips side to side gently, Byleth eventually relenting and resting his hands on her sides. A jolt of electricity shot through her back and Petra felt goosebumps ride up her arms. Yes, this was it; this is what she had been craving. She pushed her rear further into the Professor, now flush against his pelvis. She shook her hips side to side again, and she felt the Professor's hands slide down to squeeze her cheeks. She let out a light hum in response, resting her head down on the desk and lifting her butt up just a little bit more, feeling the Professor himself giving into his lust as he pressed further into her.'

She let out a slight squeak as she felt the Professor pat her butt lightly, more shivers running up and down her spine. She urged him to do it again and he did, the Brigid girl letting out another yelp in response. She could feel something hard begin to poke against her backside, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was.

Before Petra could even think of beginning to explore that avenue, the classroom door flung open and Ferdinand and Dorothea came rushing it. The brunette was pulling the nobleman by the collar and throwing him against the wall before mashing her lips against his. Ferdinand responded by feeling up her skirt and roughly groping her rear, which made Dorothea let out a sudden gasp before returning to their kisses.

Petra and Byleth only watched in stunned disbelief, before looking at each other and decided to make a stealthy get away. Which they did so successfully, able to sneak by the lovebirds and outside of the classroom. Where the two stood awkwardly.

Finally Petra managed to speak up. "So...Will we be performing this task again?"

Byleth glanced at her before chuckling, patting her on the butt and walking off.

Petra would take that as a yes.

Sorry it took so long, I have no excuses.

Addiction to buttpats huh? Never thought I'd see myself writing something like that, hopefully that was enjoyable for you guys.

Until next time.