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Garreg Mach Classroom

Today was a day like any other in the peaceful monastery that was Garreg Mach. The blue sky was clear with nary a cloud in the sky as the Pegasus riders scoped the perimeter of the monastery, as well as watching the young students who were currently training to become riders themselves. Metal scraping and banging against each other was heard in the courtyard as students fought for dominance in the ring under the watchful eye of "Thunderbrand" Catherine.

Along with that, various archers were off to the side trying their best to hit the dummies strewn across the walls, each hitting or missing with varying levels of accuracy while the beautiful, but deadly, mercenary Shamir watched them notch their arrows one by one.

On the opposite side of the monastery, the dining hall was quite full with plenty of hungry students waiting for their meals, whilst others crowded the tables eating their humble portions of food (everyone except a rather large, muscular blonde boy whom was currently inhaling what could only be described as "mountains" of food). Plenty of other students, monks, and various other villagers that visited the monastery were strewn about the monastery either praying at the church, visiting the stables, or selling their wares near the entrance.

Yes, today was another peaceful day at Garreg Mach monastery.

Byleth stared at the quiet classroom of the Black Eagles as his eyes moved across each student whom were taking their weekly exams. He walked slowly and moved throughout the various aisles and took note of which students seemed to be breezing through the material, namely Lysithea, while others seemed close to tearing out their own hair from frustration, namely Caspar.

His eyes watched carefully for any potential note passing or other types of cheating as test time was in effect. While the blue-haired professor had faith that his students would never resort to cheating, his former life as a mercenary taught him to never take chances and to always be cautious.

Suffice it to say, no suspicious activity seemed to be taking place as he began walking back to his desk, while quickly stopping by Sylvain's chair and ripping what seemed to be a love letter out of his hand and crumpling it in front of him. Chuckling nervously, the red-haired young man simply scratched his head in embarrassment and offered a quiet apology as he got back to his test.

Before walking away, Byleth took a gander at the boy's test and noted that at least 95% of his answers were correct. Upon first glance Sylvain might seem like a vain playboy, but Byleth had quickly grown to learn that the boy excelled in certain topics that interested him and at least succeeded proficiently in other material.

'If he took things as seriously as his love life, then I doubt there would be anything that Sylvain couldn't do.' Byleth thought to himself as he returned to his desk. The former mercenary struggled to hold back a small sigh as he looked at the small stack of papers he had graded just today and noted the much larger stack of papers he still had yet to grade standing on the opposite edge of the table. While the blue-haired professor didn't regret his choice of his current profession, there were times where he missed the simplicity of mercenary grunt work from his old life.

'At least every time I cut down an enemy, I didn't have to grade myself or my battalion. Say what you will about mercenary work, but there was at least less paperwork involved.' He thought to himself as he sat down and began grading the rest of his pile before the student's tests added to it.

Unbeknownst to the former mercenary, a certain green-eyed songstress had her eyes on something other than the test in front of her. Dorothea tapped her pencil on the desk softly as her eyes stayed glued to her handsome professor. It was hard to say when exactly the young songstress found herself enamored with her teacher and found herself constantly thinking about him. Even when he first introduced himself to her, before she even knew that he was to be her professor, Dorothea felt something unique about Byleth.

Her professor was unlike any other man, or person in fact, she had ever met. He was stoic, yet warm. Quiet, yet attentive. Virtually emotionless, yet kind. All of these things perplexed the young woman about her feelings regarding her professor, and couldn't help but feel a desire to know more about him. To be closer to him and learn just what exactly made him tick. What did he like to do on his days off? What was his favorite food? Did he enjoy quiet walks on the beach?

'And if so, would he want to take one with me?' The songstress quietly tittered to herself at the thought of walking hand in hand with her professor on the beach. A small blush formed around her face as she closed her eyes and imagined the romantic scenario.

'I can see it now: I would be wearing a gorgeous sunhat to keep the sun away from my face, to avoid any unwanted wrinkles, and a cute red bikini with just the right amount of cleavage for my darling professor to ogle, if he so pleased. Hehe~ And he would be shirtless to allow the sun (and me of course) to beam down on his muscular physique. The water droplets from the ocean would slowly fall from his damp hair downwards onto his toned pecs, sliding down towards his abs…and he would wear tight blue trunks that cut off mid-thigh…so tight that if I looked closely…I could see…his…his…big…c-cock. And after seeing me in my bikini for so long, h-he'd pull he into his arms and embrace me with a passionate kiss. My soft breasts would mash up against his hard chest, pushing up against the other. T-Then, we'd fall onto the sand together, throwing our clothes off as we kissed and touched each other's bodies until finally-'

"Dorothea?" A feminine, but authoritative voice called out to her, breaking her from her beach fantasy. She opened her eyes to see Edelgard staring at her from in front of her desk and pointing to her test. "Class time is over, Dorothea. It's time for us to turn in our exams and venture outside while the professor grades our tests."

A small sense of panic shot through the songstress as she looked downwards at her test and found that she had left half of it blank.

'Oh no! …I must have gotten too caught up in daydreaming to properly finish. Oh Dorothea, you idiot! Now you'll fail this test for sure. The professor will surely be disappointed in me and will probably have to tutor me after-…wait a minute. Tutor me…as in…alone. By ourselves…with no one around to see us…' A sly smile formed at the corner of the brown-haired songstress' mouth as she quickly wrote down a slew of "answers" she knew were in-fact incorrect before handing it towards the Black Eagle house leader.

Edelgard gave the girl a disapproving glance as she grabbed her test from the songstress' hands and put it into stack of papers she had gotten from the rest of her class. After that, the Adrestian princess then walked off to hand the stack of exams to the professor. Dorothea breathed a sigh of relief that Edelgard didn't happen to take a look at her exam. Otherwise, she was sure that her plan would have crumbled the second the Hresvelg princess took one look at one of her "answers."

As the songstress took a moment to calm herself, said Hresvelg princess was currently also trying to compose herself as she walked ever close towards her beloved professor.

'Calm yourself, Edelgard! So what if you saw the professor and that green haired monster c-c-copulating the night prior?! It means nothing in the grand scheme of things. The professor is still my house leader and there's still a chance to steal him away for mysel-I mean for the Adrestian Empire! YES! That's what I mean, of course!' If puffs of steam could pop out of the poor young, white-haired girl's head, then clouds of it would surely be emanating out as she stood in front of her beloved professor's desk.

Byleth raised his head as he saw the young house leader standing and staring at him with oddly intense eyes today. He quietly returned the young woman's gaze for a short while before noticing that she had yet to give her the stack of exams that were tightly gripped to her chest. "Edelgard-"

"Y-Yes, Professor?" Edelgard responded quickly, while jumping slightly at being brought out of her thoughts concerning said professor.

"…The exams?" Byleth stoically replied, pointing towards the exams held in her grasp.

If Edelgard could blush any harder than she already was, then she would surely be as red as the colors on the Black Eagles banners layered throughout the classroom. "R-Right, of course! Excuse my foolishness, Professor. I was…lost in thoughts just right now. I apologize." The young princess said with an embarrassed expression as she lowered her head to keep him from seeing just how red her face surely was becoming.

Byleth merely shook his head in response. "There is no apology necessary. I'm sure you were just nervous on how you did on the test like everyone else. But if all your other exams are to go off of, then I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." He said towards the ivory-haired girl, causing her to blush even more intensely at seeing her handsome professor look directly at her and listen to him praise her.

'Calm yourself, you fool!' Edelgard quickly thought as she struggled to compose herself once again. Brushing her hair to one side in a haughty manner, while using it to cover the blush that was spreading across her face, the young woman merely replied, "Yes, of course. That's what I was thinking about. Thank you for your understanding, Professor. I'm sure I have nothing to worry about…" Turning around, the Hresvelg girl quietly and tranquilly walked back to her seat in a manner befitting a woman of her station.

After being handed the exams, Byleth ordered all the students to wait outside while he graded each of their exams individually. Once all the students were outside, many began to talk amongst themselves about either how well they did on the exam, or about what potential food was being made in the cafeteria, or about sneaking off to go flirt with some ladies.

"Don't even try it, Sylvain. If I see you walking off to go flirt with some floozies, then I'll drag you back here by your ear to have you apologize to the professor." Ingrid said with a mild glare towards her childhood friend.

Felix smirked as he let out a small scoff, thinking about that prospect. "Now that I wouldn't mind seeing.

"C'mon, man, you're supposed to be on my side! We could even go together and pick up some chicks! What kind of friend are you?" Sylvain huffed with a smile of his own.

"If being your friend means I have to watch as you go and do stupid things with stupid women instead of devoting yourself to training, then I'm no friend of yours, you fool." Felix replied with a growl.

"Ouch. Harsh." The orange-haired womanizer said with a laugh.

"That's Felix for you. Brutally honest to the last word." Ingrid remarked with a smile.

A sudden loud grumble was heard throughout courtyard, which was then followed by a large bout of laughter.

This time it was Sylvain's turn to smile. "Well well, sounds like someone is hungry."

Blushing, Ingrid muttered, "…Shut it."

Felix shook his head. "And here I thought that blonde bear of man, Raphael, had the biggest appetite on campus. I suppose I'll have to rethink that."

"I said SHUT IT!" Ingrid growled at her two childhood friends as her stomach continued to growl loudly.

Meanwhile, Lysithea, Mercedes and Annette were conversing about their potential scores on the exam they had just taken.

Letting out a heavy sigh, the petite, orange-haired girl slumped her shoulders, "Oh man, I hope I did good on this exam. I barely passed with a 90% on the last exam, and I had to guess on at least three of the questions! I studied so hard last night that I barely got any…*yawns*…rest." Annette said with a yawn, stretching her arms out as her eyes began to droop.

Mercedes frowned at her best friend. "C'mon, Annie, you know better than to try and pull all-nighters. Staying up all night is bad for your health and can lead to bad habits in the future."

Lysithea just rolled her eyes after hearing that. "What are you? Her mother?"

The brown-haired girl shook her head in response. "No, of course not, but I'm still her best friend. Annie, the next time you're nervous about studying for a test, then come to my room and we can do it together. I'll also make sure you get proper sleep too."

Annette's eyes opened widely at that idea and nodded fervently with a cute smile. "Oh yeah, Mercie! That's a great idea! We can even have homemade tea while we study! It'll be like a sleepover!"

Tittering at how giddy her best friend was getting, Mercedes smiled and nodded in response. She then turned to Lysithea and said, "You could even join us too, Lysithea. It would be nice to have some girl bonding time with girls outside of our normal house!"

"Tch, sleepovers are for little kids and babies, and I'm not either of those things. I'll pass. Besides, we all got recruited into the professor's house anyways, so there's no need for this type of 'girl bonding' anyways." The small, ivory-haired girl responded, turning her head away.

Mercedes replied with a sad nod, but quickly returned to her happy demeanor. "Oh, that's a shame. I guess only you and I will be able to enjoy my homemade sweets, Annie!"

"OH YEAH! I totally love your cakes, Mercie! They're so soft and squishy and they taste sooooooooo good too! I almost love them as much as I love you!" Annette giggled to herself.

"…You know how to make cake, Mercedes?" Lysithea suddenly chimed in, staring at the brown-haired girl in an oddly intensive manner.

Mercedes simply nodded with a smile, seemingly unfazed by the intense gaze of the small ivory-haired girl. "That's right, I do. It's one of the few things I know how to properly do."

"Hey, don't say stuff like that, Mercie! You're perfect at whatever you do, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your best friend. Anytime I need help with something, you're always the first one to lend a helping hand, and you always try your best! Which helps me want to try my best too!" The orange-haired girl replied with a smile.

"Oh, Annie, you're just the sweetest!"

"No, you're the sweetest, Mercie!"

"No, you are!"

"No, you!"

"I disagree, you are!"

"Nu-uh, you are!"

"But-"

"OKAY, YOU'RE BOTH SWEET! WE GET IT!" Lysithea screamed between the two of them while flapping her arms wildly, causing them both to jump back from the short girl's yells. Quickly recomposing herself, the ivory-haired girl cleared her throat as she said, "…Ahem, I have reconsidered my original answer and decided that perhaps it would be best to help you both in your studies. I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have some...'girl-bonding.'"

Hearing that, Mercedes clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, that's great! The next time we have an exam or quiz, then I'll make sure we have a sleepover then so we can be extra ready for it."

"Yay! Thanks, Lysithea! With your smarts, I bet we'll be able to get one hundred percents easily. Hehe, I guess it turns out that you're the sweetest one after all." Annette giggled.

A small blush formed across Lysithea's face as she turned around to hide her embarrassment, "Hmph, it can't be helped I suppose." 'That, and I'm sure Mercedes will make some scrumptious cake for me to eat up!' She chuckled to herself while rubbing her hands childishly.

Finally, circling back to everyone's favorite songstress, Dorothea was leaning against a wall as she awaited the professor to finish grading her test. Fiddling with her black cap, the brown-haired girl began moving her eyes around the courtyard and gazed over the various little groups talking amongst each other and finally stopped at Hubert and Edelgard conversing with one another. It seemed like Hubert was doing his best to dote on the Adrestian princess, which was par for the course when it came to Hubert. There was never a day where the black-haired attendant wasn't shadowing the ivory-haired girl and doing his best to assist in whatever obstacle he deemed a problem to her.

Sliding downwards against the wall, while making sure nobody could see underneath her black dress, Dorothea rested one of her arms against her knee and rested her head atop one of her hands. Thinking back earlier today, it did seem like something was bothering the young Adrestian princess, but the songstress just chalked it up to it being something that a lowly peasant would never understand and that it was above her station in life.

A lowly peasant…

That's all she was, wasn't she? Regardless of how well she sung on stage or how well she fought on the battlefield, being a commoner was all she really was in the end. Even though most were polite enough not to say it to her face, Dorothea knew that many students here didn't have the most positive views when it came to the common folk. Most times whenever she walked through the halls, she could have sworn she felt people staring at her and judging her, as if she didn't belong in such a prestigious academy amongst the nobles.

The songstress bit her lip as anger began to swell up inside of her at the feeling of being ostracized by her fellow students. It was unfair. Obviously she hadn't chosen to be dirt poor; to be forced to fight for scraps on the streets like a common dog, or to sleep under shop keep's stands to avoid the rain or snow fall. A solemn look began to sweep across the songstress' face as she looked at her classmates before her.

'If I died tomorrow on the battlefield tomorrow…would anyone leave roses on my grave? Or would they spit on my tombstone, like so many other nobles have before?'

Dorothea gripped her hand into a fist and was so lost in her negative thoughts in her head that she failed to hear a door open beside her. Out stepped the professor, stoic as ever, ready to announce to the class to return to their seats to receive their grades. However, before doing so, Byleth turned to see the songstress in what seemed to be a depressed mood. His eyes followed her gaze to see her staring towards the crowd of students happily chatting with one another. Turning back to the brown-haired girl, Byleth stepped forward towards her. "Is everything alright, Dorothea?"

The young girl suddenly snapped her head upwards, as if she hadn't sensed the professor's presence. She turned her head upwards and a luminescent blush spread across her cheeks as she squeaked out, "P-Professor?! Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't notice you standing there. Were you saying something to me?"

Byleth nodded. "Yes, I asked if you were okay. It seemed like you were in quite a foul mood right as I walked out."

"Oh…right. I mean, no, there's nothing wrong with me. I…I'm fine really." Dorothea said, forcing a smile on her face as she looked up at the professor.

The blue-haired man stared stoically back at the young student for a couple moments before finally nodding slowly. "…I see. Well then, if you could please round up your classmates and tell them that their tests have been graded, I would be very grateful." He said before turning back to enter into the classroom.

Dorothea just stood there a moment and stared at where the professor had been just a moment ago. Ever since the former mercenary had entered the academy and had become her house's professor, she had been drawn to him. There was just something about him that was different than other people, but she could never quite put her finger on it. He was like an enigma wrapped in a puzzle that was hidden behind a mystery. Nothing made much sense about him.

Before Byleth had begun teaching the Black Eagle's, Dorothea had heard about the professor's past life as a merc for hire and his nickname, The Ashen Demon. The songstress had always heard about some of the horrific and grisly tales that traveling bards would tell her opera troop surrounding the Ashen Demon. Some of the tales were far too gory for her to handle and there were times she had to excuse herself before she burst into tears at all the terrifying details.

Dorothea hated killing. She hated war. She despised all of it. It made no sense to her whatsoever why people romanticized murder and war in stories and it made her sick to her stomach whenever she and her troop were paid to perform famous battles from history for some of their opera performances. So, when she had heard that such a murderer was to be her teacher, the songstress knew she was going to hate him. Why wouldn't she?

After all the disgusting and horrific tales, she had heard, how could she ever respect or listen to a paid killer for hire? Dorothea remembered sitting in the Black Eagle's classroom with her classmates waiting for the professor to formally introduce himself. From what the bards had described him, he was supposedly a demon in human form, so she was ready to see horns and fangs sprouting from the man's head and mouth.

However, what walked through the door was no monster with sharp fangs or devil horns…but a man. What looked like to be a regular man at first glance. A seemingly emotionless man, at that. After all she had heard regarding the Ashen Demon, to say she was surprised would have been an understatement. And what the songstress later learned shocked her even more; the fact that the Ashen Demon, with the help of his father, Jeralt the Bladebreaker, had saved not just Edelgard, the Adrestian Princess, but also Dimitri, the Prince of the Holy Kingdom, and Claude, the future leader of the Leicester Alliance.

Would such a monster save innocent lives?

And if so, was he truly a monster like all the stories and rumors had said?

After learning of that, and seeing his reaction to the…odd nature of the Black Eagle's house, Dorothea noted at how their new professor seemed to be quite laidback and understanding on certain quirks of his new class. Like, for example, Bernadetta's aversion to being outside of her room, or Lindhart's laziness regarding things that didn't interest him, or Petra's way of speaking. None of it seemed to faze him at all, which showed on his stoic demeanor. To say that the songstress was embarrassed and a bit disappointed in herself for believing the words of traveling bards would have also been an understatement.

Sure the former mercenary's emotionless behavior was a bit odd, but it didn't stop the man from caring for his students. Dorothea noted how he always kept a healthy distance from Bernadetta whenever he began to teach her one-on-one, which the songstress knew for a fact that Bernie appreciated more than she could ever put into words. Not to mention how he never insulted or made fun of the way Petra conversed or answered his questions, and never got angry whenever he saw Lindhart dozing off in class.

Even with students outside of his class, Byleth was also calm and patient with all their quirks and foibles. He never fell into anger at Felix's barbs or sarcastic remarks, or became frustrated at Sylvain's lackadaisical attitude when it came to studying, or even showed any visible annoyance with Lorenz' oblivious condescending attitude. It got to her so bad that Dorothea thought that maybe the Ashen Demon and Byleth were two separate people entirely…

…that was until the Black Eagles were sent to handle the bandits that tried to kill Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude.

From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, it was like a switch had been flipped, and the stoic, but calm, professor she had seen in the classroom had transformed into the emotionless, battle-hardened mercenary she had heard about in stories. While he wasn't as bloodthirsty as the tales had made him out to be, she would be lying if she said that she hadn't felt a small amount of fear when she saw him cutting down bandits one by one. The way he moved, it was like watching a dancer in an opera; quick, but poised movements that expended as little energy as possible, and yet held great power and gracefulness all the same.

…That was also the first day she killed a man. Dorothea remembered the way the man shuddered after being hit by her magic as he hit the ground and twitched for a few moments before lying as still as a stone. She had to fight the urge to vomit after seeing what she had done and would have most likely fell to her knees and cried, which would have most likely led to her death…and it almost did. Unbeknownst to her, there was another bandit hiding behind some rocks, and as she was standing frozen in shock, the ravager was running towards her with an axe branded over his shoulder ready to strike her clean through the neck…

…and then she smelled blood. It was disgusting and it only made her want to vomit even more, but the smell of it brought her back to her senses and she turned…and saw the Ashen Demon…her professor stabbing the ravager clean through the neck with his iron sword. As she looked closely at the ravager's weapon, the songstress could've sworn she saw her own murky reflection in that dirty, old axe that lie mere centimeters away from her face. The thought of being that close to death almost made her break down in tears right then and there, but stopped when she heard her professor say something to her, as he pulled his sword out of the now dead ravager's neck:

"…It's okay to be afraid to kill, Dorothea. Taking a life isn't something to be proud of…it's an awful feeling that will eat you up inside and leave you hollow if you let it. And to be honest, I think that's a good thing. When the day comes when you kill a man, and you find yourself content with it…that's when you've lost what it means to be human, and become something far worse." Byleth said, turning his eyes to hers with a serious, yet calm look.

"But on the battlefield, your life, as well as the enemy's, is forfeit. Your hesitance will mean nothing to them and they won't be so kind as to show you mercy, Dorothea. I'm sure you're not the only one who will struggle with this, but if you want to protect your friends, then you must overcome this yourself. Otherwise, it'll be your friend's blood on your hands, instead of the enemy's." The professor said, reaching out his hand to her. "…However, until that day comes, I will protect all of you. I refuse to let a single enemy take you away. I promise." He said to her, as he pulled her up onto her feet.

Dorothea also remembered falling for him in that moment in time and how she never wanted him to take back his kind hand.

The songstress fought back a blush as she smiled to herself and entered the classroom along with her classmates, who she had called moments before as she was lost in her memories. Her eyes trailed back to her beloved professor as he began handing out the exams to the sitting students.

Sitting down, and straightening her skirt, Dorothea rested her chin on her hand as she stared lovingly at her handsome professor. She couldn't help it, after all. The songstress was in love. Ever since coming to this academy, she had been trying to find a man to take care of her, so that when she lost her youth and beautiful voice, then there would be someone to support her both financially and emotionally.

'I refuse to ever go back to the slums…' Dorothea thought to herself.The brown-haired commoner fought back a titter at finally finding a man who she knew would protect her and take care of her. 'All I have to do is steal your heart, Professor…and you'll be all mine~!'

As the songstress was lost in thought, several of her classmates were reacting to their test results.

"Heh. Perfect comprehension." Lysithea said with a haughty smirk as she showed off her 100%.

"Wowie, Lysithea! That's amazing! I only got a 90% on this quiz. You must have studied really hard." Mercedes replied, showing her own results.

Annette gleefully clapped as she held her quiz over her head, "Woo-hoo! I got a 91%! I beat ya this time, Mercie!"

"…By one percent." Lysithea deadpanned.

"DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!" The orange-haired girl squealed back.

Ingrid frowned slightly at her test results as she saw her 85%, "Hmm, I could have done better…"

"Tch. I don't know what's worse; the fact that you failed something as basic as infiltration tactics, or that you did worse than him." Felix said with a disapproving glare, pointing to the grinning Sylvain with a 95%.

"Oh shut up! You barely beat him by two percent! That's nothing to be proud of either! And besides, I didn't fail at all. An 85% is still a good grade." The blonde-haired girl growled back.

"You're definitely right, Ingrid. An 85% is most definitely a passing grade, and just because it's 10 percent lower than mine makes absolutely no difference to your achievement." Sylvain said with a wink.

"…I can't tell if you're trying to cheer me up, or being condescending." Ingrid replied with a frown. 'And I don't know which is worse…'

A sudden shout suddenly grabs everyone's attention as they turn to see Caspar hopping up and down in front of his seat. "OH YEAH! WOO-HOO! I KNEW I COULD DO IT! HAHA THIS IS MY BEST GRADE I'VE EVER GOTTEN IN THIS CLASS!"

Lindhart merely shook his head in response, "Caspar, I don't think you should be proud of what you got."

The short, blue-haired boy turned to the tall, green-haired boy with a glare. "EH?! And why not, huh?! I earned this grade fair and square! Why shouldn't I be proud of it?!"

"Because being 'proud' over a 56% isn't something to boast about." Lindhart quipped back with a yawn quickly following after.

"OH, SHUT UP! YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" Caspar shouted back, trying to swing his fists towards Lindhart, while the green-haired boy merely yawned in response.

"…Too sleepy…" Lindhart responded, laying his head on the table and closing his eyes.

Finally, the moment of truth had arrived and Dorothea saw the professor handing her quiz back. She noted that it was turned face down so as to avoid seeing the grade. 'If this means what I think it means, then I'm pretty sure my plan worked!' The devious songstress thought to herself as she took a peek at the front side of her quiz and saw a low percentage circled with a note that said, "Please see me after class," scribbled right beside it.

The young girl had to restrain herself from squealing in joy at her plan succeeding and having some alone time with her crush. 'SUCCESS! Now I can confess my feelings to the professor! No matter how stoic he is, my feminine wiles will surely be enough to seduce him…and if I have to go a bit further to seal the deal…well I'm more than okay with that!~' Dorothea thought to herself with a blush, tittering to herself in a giddy fashion.

Hearing her classmate giggle to herself beside her so loudly, a sudden curious feeling sprouted inside of the Adrestian princess. Turning her head to look at the songstress, Edelgard asked with a confused expression, "What's so funny, Dorothea?"

Having been caught giggling to herself, Dorothea jumped slightly at hearing her friend's words. "O-Oh, Edie, um, it's nothing! I was just…thinking of a joke I heard just the other day."

"Oh? Care to tell it to me? I could use a good laugh right now." The white-haired princess said with a smile. 'Especially after witnessing my lovely professor being manhandled by that green-haired she-beast!'

A feeling of unease began swirling inside of the brown-haired commoner's body.

"Uh, I don't think I would do it justice if I were to tell it hehe. Sorry, Edie~." Dorothea giggled, scratching her head awkwardly.

"Ah…I see. Well no matter then. Since we're talking to each other though, perhaps we could exchange answers with one another? I happened to find a few of the answers a bit difficult to answer so I failed to ascertain a perfect score on this quiz unfortunately." Edelgard said with a forlorn look, disappointed in herself.

Dorothea was a bit shocked at being asked to exchange answers with the future empress of the Adrestian empire. Sure, they were classmates, but to think that such a noble could fathom that a mere commoner would be able to answer any question that they themselves failed to answer was inconceivable.

"Umm, I doubt that if you were unable to answer any of the questions, then I certainly would have failed them as well. You're a princess after all, and I'm…well me." The songstress somberly stated. 'Gutter trash…'

Edelgard frowned at hearing that though. "Nonsense, Dorothea. I'm not perfect by any means. I make mistakes like anyone else, regardless of my noble status. I've seen how hard you work here and I wouldn't have asked you if I believed that you were incapable of the task. You're a smart girl. You wouldn't be here if you weren't." She said, smiling at the songstress.

A small blush of embarrassment spread across Dorothea's face at the praise she was seemingly getting from the Adrestian princess. "O-Oh, no really, Edie. I'm nothing special. I'm ju-"

"Dorothea." Edelgard spoke, cutting off the songstress' words. "I don't want to hear you speaking poorly of yourself anymore, okay? I swear, you're almost as bad as Bernadetta at taking compliments. You're a strong, beautiful and wise woman, Dorothea. Own it and don't let anybody tell you different. Otherwise you, or they, will have to deal with me, is that understood?" The ivory-haired princess stated, giving the brown-haired girl a stern look.

Before the songstress could answer though, the ringing of a bell began to echo throughout the classroom, signaling that class time was at an end. Hearing that, a majority of the students began packing up their stuff to either go eat, study independently, train, or go goof off. Standing upwards from her seat, Edelgard looked at Dorothea and asked, "Are you hungry, Dorothea? Perhaps we could talk more in the dining hall, or if you want, we could drink some tea out on one of the tables outside of the hall?"

"I would be honored, Edie. Really, I would…but unfortunately, I have to see the professor after class. Maybe we can take a rain check?" Dorothea said with a sheepish smile.

Edelgard frowned slightly, but nodded her head. "I see. Well then, I'll hold you to that then. And don't forget what I said, okay? Be proud of who you are. Noble or commoner, anyone can succeed in this world if they try hard enough. After all, you're certainly famous in the opera world, are you not?"

"I-I suppose, but-"

"No buts. Take pride in your achievements. Let no one take them away from you. Even if the world is your enemy, stand up and fight for what you believe in. No matter the cost." Edelgard said, looking at the songstress with an eerily serious face.

Dorothea sweatdropped at some of the words that Edelgard had just said to her. 'The world as my enemy? I don't think I would have gone that far…'

But before the songstress could answer, Hubert suddenly stepped in between the two girls. "I think what Lady Edelgard means to say is that you shouldn't let yourself be put down by the complaints of mouth-breathing idiots. Take heed of Lady Edelgard's words and be thankful that she is giving you such kind words." The black-haired attendant uttered before turning towards the door. "Now then, if you are thirsty Lady Edelgard, I would be more than happy to fetch you some tea, or brew some myself, if you would like."

'I see. I almost said something I should not have. As always, Hubert is wary of what I say.' "…Yes, I do believe some tea would be delightful." Edelgard nodded before turning to give Dorothea a small smile. "We would be more than happy to have you with us, if you have any time after your meeting with the professor, Dorothea." She said before turning with Hubert and walking out of the room.

As the two exited the room and the doors shut, Dorothea's heart began to beat wildly as she realized that she and her professor were the only two in the room. She turned slowly and saw him working on some paperwork at his desk, as if he didn't even realize she was in the room. Her eyes stayed glued to the blue-haired man before jumping slightly at suddenly hearing his voice call out to her. "…I haven't forgotten about our meeting. Don't be nervous." He said, trying to calm the nervous air that was surrounding the songstress.

'I wonder if he thinks I'm scared to be in a room with him alone? Maybe after seeing him kill a man right in front of me, then I should be. And yet, I feel the complete opposite with him. Safe. Secure. Protected. That's what I feel inside when I see him. I have to let my feelings known, and even if he rejects me…no, don't think like that. Remember what Edie said: I'm a strong, beautiful, and wise woman. I swear by the end of today, the professor and I will be together…even if I have to give my all to him.' A small blush spread across the songstress' face at the thought of doing something lewd with the professor, but she would be lying if she said that a part of her wasn't excited at the fact.

'Not to mention the fact that anybody could walk in on us. Naked…sweaty…our two bodies intertwined with one another. Mmmmm~! Goddess, what I wouldn't give to throw him on that table and have my way with him. Or even better, let him have his way with me~!' Dorothea bit her lip lightly before she could utter out a squeal at thinking something so naughty and turned towards the door.

Quietly, she locked the inside so that nobody could enter, along with subtly unbuttoning a few of her buttons on her jacket top, and turned back to walk over to the professor. "Nervous? Why, Professor, how could I ever feel anything but safe and secure with you at my side." Dorothea said, sitting her butt softly on the professor's desk and stretching her arm out and resting it on top of the desk. "After all, you did say you'd always protect me, right~?" She said with a coy smile and wink.

Byleth turned to look at the songstress and nodded with a serious gaze. "I said I'd protect all of you, yes. I always will. No matter what."

'Mmmmmmm~ You're gonna make me fall in love with you more and more if you look at me like that, Professor!' The young girl thought to herself with a light blush.

"Now then, I took a look at your quiz today and, to be quite honest, was disappointed at the results. Usually you do very well on all tests and quizzes, but on this one it's like you gave up halfway through. Did something happen?" Byleth asked with a stoic gaze.

Dorothea scratched her head with a sheepish smile. "Hehehe~ What can I say? I guess today wasn't my day…or maybe…" The songstress began to say before looking downwards and trailing off.

Curious, and slightly worried, the blue-haired professor leaned it and inquired, "Maybe what? Was I moving too fast during lectures? Or perhaps my way of teaching this curriculum was too comprehensive?" Byleth asked, leaning his chin on his hand in a questioning pose.

'…Perhaps I failed Dorothea as a professor? If even one student of mine falls behind because of me, then surely, I'm a failure. Maybe I could ask Dorothea some feedback on how to improve on my style of lectures?'

"Geez, you're really dense, aren't you?" A feminine voice with a condescending tone uttered out from within the professor's head.

'Sothis?'

"No, it's one of the other voices in your head…OF COURSE IT'S ME, YOU FOOL!"

'…Must you really shout inside my head? I can hear you fine.'

"Hmph, well I find myself unable to hold back my annoyance on such a dense fool such as yourself."

'…Dense? Who?'

"Who? WHO DO YOU THINK?! You, of course! It's plain to see why the girl failed her quiz and why she's allowing so much cleavage to almost spill out of her uniform!"

'…I hadn't noticed.'

"Hence why I called you an utterly dense buffoon!"

'…You called me a dense fool.'

"That's because you've now been upgraded to being an utterly dense buffoon! Now hold your tongue! Since you're nothing but a dim, thick, dense buffoon, it seems I shall have to explain just what is going on here. Do you happen to remember your little rendezvous with a certain green-haired Archbishop last night?"

'…'

"Don't bother denying it, I saw the whole thing."

'…You watched us?'

"Isn't that what I just said? Of course I did. What else was I supposed to do? I'm a part of you. Besides, I can't tell you the last time I got to experience having sex with anyone…or at least that I can remember. *Sigh* That's the problem with having partial amnesia, I guess. You remember the stuff you don't need to remember, but forget the stuff you actually want to remember…oh well. What were we talking about?"

'…You watching me have sex with Rhea.'

"Oh yes! My, I must admit, you really gave it to her good that night. Try going for anal sex next time though. With a nice plump butt like that, it would be downright criminal not to take advantage of it!"

'…'

"And those breasts of hers! My goodness, if I had a kid like that, then I would be proud to call her mine own! Be sure to play with them more since it seems she enjoys having you suckle them. Mmmm~ And those thick thighs of hers, why if I were there-"

'…Please stop talking.'

"HUSH! I'm sure it's been centuries since I've laid with another person. Be thankful I haven't forcibly dragged you inside your own mind to pleasure me. Why, I have half a mind to make you go unconscious in front of your student and have my way with you right now, fufufufufu~"

'…I'm going to stop talking to you now.'

"Oh fine, since you're gonna act like that, I'll be serious! To make matters short, that little busty songstress has a thing for you, you dolt."

'…Be serious.'

"I am being serious! DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A LIAR?! Choose your words carefully!"

'…No.'

"Hmph, as I thought. Know I do not seek to deceive you, and that girl wants you to plow her like there's no tomorrow. She's giving off all the signs you humans give when you're so obviously attracted to another; higher pitch in voice, dilated pupils, the seductive looks, and so on and so forth."

'…I see. I suppose there's only one way to deal with this.'

"Mmmhmm~ I'm liking where this is going."

'…Yes, I suppose I'll have to reject her advances.'

"Oh yeah, plow her like there's no-wait, WHAT?!"

'…I've never rejected a girl before. Hmm…this is one thing I have no training for. Perhaps I should just tell her straight out.'

"Wait, whoa whoa whoa whoa, hold on a minute! Are you seriously telling me that you're gonna reject such a sweet and sexy girl like that?! Have you lost all sense of your wits?!"

'…I have no desire to copulate with one of my precious students, regardless of how attractive they may be. Besides, I doubt Rhea would approve of me doing such a thing without her consent.'

"Pshhh, oh please, it's not like the two of you are married or anything. If so, then obviously things would be different, but you're not! So come on, live a little!"

'…Why do I get the feeling that you only want me to do this so you can watch us like you watched Rhea and I?'

"Huh, maybe you're not as dense as I thought. Fine, okay, yeah. I want to see you have sex with girls, is that so wrong?"

'…On many levels, yes.'

"Oh, shut it! You owe me anyways! In case you've forgotten, it was my powers that saved you from having an axe lodged into your back when you saved that little ivory-haired girl a couple months ago! Not to mention all the other times you've used it to save your precious little students' lives. Without me, you would have been dead a loooooooong time ago!"

'…'

"Oh, what's that? Nothing clever to say back? Maybe there is a brain inside this thick head of yours and you realize that I'm right! Now then, here is what's going to happen: You're going to accept that sweet girl's affections, hug her, kiss her, plow her like there's no tomorrow, and make her happy for the rest of her life, understand?!"

'…'

"I'll take your silence as an agreement. And don't worry about your precious relationship with the archbishop. If anything happens, I'll have your back, trust me."

'…Thanks, I guess.'

"Fufufufu, I wonder if you could even convince her to join you in having sex with more of your students! Having such a pure woman doing something so naughty makes me wet beyond belief!"

'…I'm going to stop talking to you now.'

Byleth pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened for the voice of the little green-haired woman that lived inside of his head, but heard nothing. '…Well that was a conversation I never thought I would have. What am I going to do now?'

"Um, Professor? Hello?" Dorothea called out with a worried expression on her face.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Byleth looked up to see the songstress looking at him with concerned eyes. "…Ah, forgive me, Dorothea. I was lost in thought. What were we talking about again?"

Seeing the professor snap out of his serious silence caused the songstress to sigh in relief as she smiled. "I was merely saying that it had nothing to do with your style of teaching or anything. I think you're a great professor, the best even."

"No, I'm-"

"No, you are!" Dorothea said, slamming her hands on the desk, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Byleth looked downwards to see that the girl did indeed unbutton several of her buttons of her uniform, allowing ample amounts of her cleavage to be seen.

"Now Professor~ You're not looking anywhere naughty, are you?" The songstress said with a sly grin, catching the professor red-handed at staring at her boobs. 'Got ya~!' She thought happily herself. "Geez, Professor, looking at one of your precious students with such lustful eyes? How naughty! Why, what would professor Maunuela or Hanneman think? Or Seteth? …Or Archbishop Rhea?"

Byleth gulped nervously at the thought of Rhea bursting through the door right now. 'I've been with her enough times to know just how strong she can really be…'

Oblivious to the thoughts going on inside Byleth's head, Dorothea continued with her teasing. "My my, I'm sure it would cause such a scandal for this monastery if word got out that a professor was doing lewd things with a student." The brown-haired girl said, putting her finger atop her mouth in a thinking pose. "Hmm, now if only there was a way to keep me quiet so I wouldn't say anything…" She continued, fingering the outline of her open school jacket, allowing more of her breasts to be seen by the professor.

Byleth clasped his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he sighed inwardly at what he was thinking of what needed to be done. "…Are you sure you want to do this, Dorothea?"

Dorothea looked down so her green eyes could stare deep into the professor's own blue eyes. A half teasing/half pure smile spread across the songstress' cheeks as she answered, "Of course. After all that you've done to me, Professor, you have to take responsibility for stealing a young maiden's heart." Dorothea continued unbuttoning her school uniform, still staring deep into the professor's eyes.

Byleth gulped as he saw more and more skin peeking out from the uniform and saw more of the songstress' exquisite figure. "It's your fault after all. Ever since that day on the battlefield, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. That's why I failed the quiz, you see. I want to make you mine…and to be yours. Only yours. No one else's." She said, suddenly stopping unbuttoning mid-way through.

"…Why did you stop?" Byleth asked.

A teasing smirk stretched across the brown-haired girl's face as she sashayed her hips side to side. "Oh? Did you want me to continue, Professor? Well, it's rude to watch a girl strip while you stay fully clothed, wouldn't you say?" She said, biting her lip and hoped that her ploy to see her beloved professor's naked body worked.

Byleth continued staring at the almost half-naked student he had sworn to protect and contemplated whether it was right to continue with this affair. Conflicting emotions swirled together inside of the professor's mind and wondered if what was going on here was truly right. "You're my student…and I'm your teacher. This…wouldn't be right." He murmured out towards the songstress.

Hearing that almost broke the young girl's heart and nearly shattered her confidence, but Dorothea wouldn't give in so easily. Licking her lips in a seductive fashion, the songstress tore open the rest of her jacket, allowing the professor to see her bare upper body in all its glory. Her confidence got a huge boost at seeing the shocked and surprised look of the professor's face in front of her.

"Oh, Professor…that's what makes it so hot." Her right hand touched her chin softly as it trailed down the base of her neck, falling slowly downwards in the middle of the valley of her breasts. Being well-versed in the form of opera, Dorothea knew how to keep the attention of an audience. Sashaying her hips side to side, her right hand cupped one of her breasts slowly, as the left moved down to the outer hem of her black dress underneath.

Byleth couldn't help but find himself entranced at the show that was going on in front of him. Never before had he seen anything so ribald or lewd. Several of the men in his father's mercenary company often invited him to come with them to courtesan/dancer clubs, but he always rejected them. He never had any interest in seeing half-naked women prance about for gold…until now that is.

The former mercenary gulped and groaned lightly at the bulging pressure that was building inside of his pants. He was ashamed to admit that such a vulgar and bawdy performance from his own student was eliciting such a biological response in his nether-regions.

Dorothea giggled at hearing her beloved professor groan in what sure to be pleasurable pain at having an erection from seeing her little dance. "Oh, Professor, are you okay? Is my little dance making you a little too happy~? Hehehe~ Oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me. In fact…" The songstress whispered, gripping the outer hem of her dress slowly, she slowly began pulling it upwards in front of the professor.

Byleth couldn't help but find himself leaning forward to see what was beneath his naughty student's dress. Ashamedly, beneath his desk, the former mercenary had pulled his pants down to release the pain of his erection pressing up against his pants, allowing it to spring forwards and throb peacefully.

Luckily, the protection of his desk allowed him to rub his now erect cock secretly as his student continued to tease him. Unbeknownst to the professor though, while the songstress could not see his erection, she could definitely see his right arm moving itself up and down beneath his desk, which made it easy to deduce just what exactly he was doing.

However, before Dorothea could fully reveal what was beneath her dress, she gave another teasing smile towards her crush. "Professor, you still haven't stripped yet~ I don't think I can continue until I see that you're following the rules." She said with a coy wink, as she pinched one of her nipples in the process.

Sighing to himself, Byleth knew that he was in too deep to stop now. 'For better or worse…I have to see this to the end now, and accept whatever consequences come later.'

Steeling himself, the professor tore off his gloves and placed them neatly on his desk. Unclasping his cape that spread itself behind him, he laid it out across the back of the chair he was sitting on. Taking one last inhale of breath, Byleth placed both hands on top of the table and stood upwards, allowing Dorothea to see his now throbbing erection lie dangling from between his legs.

This time it was Dorothea's turn to gulp nervously at seeing how big the professor truly was. Quickly shaking it off though, the seductive songstress smiled lustfully towards the half-naked professor. "Okay then, I guess it's my turn." She said softly, pulling the rest of her dress upwards, revealing the sopping white panties that lie in between her legs. "I'm so wet right now, Professor."

"…I suppose that's my fault too?" Byleth asked, taking off his pants and resting it across his table.

Dorothea nodded. "Yes, it is. Being here like this with you, it makes me hornier than I've ever been in my life." Her body trembled as she stood under the gaze of her beloved professor.

The blue-haired man closed his eyes and nodded, "…I see. Well then, I suppose I'll have to take responsibility and fix that then." Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he quickly took it off and laid it flat on the desk in front of him. "Sit." Byleth said, pointing towards the spot where he placed his shirt. Dorothea almost fainted at hearing how commanding her crush sounded at ordering her to sit and quickly did as she was told before either of them came to their senses. Pushing herself up, the songstress sat down on the middle of the desk, allowing her legs to dangle on the edges.

Dorothea gulped nervously at seeing the muscled and chiseled body of the former mercenary stand right in front of her. Her green eyes looked up into his blue ones as she suddenly shivered at being underneath such an intense gaze. She nearly jumped when she felt one of his hands touch her shoulders, causing him to ask, "…Should I stop?" Dorothea quickly shook her head and told him to continue.

Nodding, Byleth put both his hands on his student's shoulders and slowly slid off the girl's school jacket, allowing her upper torso to be completely bare and free. "…Beautiful." The blue-haired man whispered as he trailed a finger across the girl's naked body, causing her to blush at the compliment.

"T-Thank you, I'm glad you find me attractive." Dorothea murmured out.

Byleth stared down at the girl, "…Of course I find you attractive. You're beautiful." He softly petted the girl's soft, brown hair, causing Dorothea to nearly swoon at how gentle he was being. "…Like a rose. I hope I don't cut myself on your thorns." Byleth said, eliciting a small chuckle from the songstress.

"I didn't take you for a jokester, professor." Dorothea teased, smiling at her soon-to-be lover.

"…Was it not funny?" He asked with a stoic look.

The brown-haired girl shook her head with a smile. "It certainly won't win any competitions, but I still found it humorous. And don't worry, you're the only one who'll ever be able to touch this rose without getting cut, I promise." She stated, grabbing the hand that was petting her head and pulling it closer to her face.

"…Just promise to always be there for me, okay? That's all I want from you. I know I'm not an empress or anything, but I can still make you happy." Dorothea said, using her other hand to slowly rub up against the professor's erection. "This right here is proof of how happy I can make you; wouldn't you think?"

Byleth could only nod his head in agreeance.

Dorothea had to fight back tears as she pushed her head onto the professor's chiseled chest. "So, we're agreed then? We're going to make each other happy forever, right? We've come this far…we might as well see it through to the end, right Professor?" She pressed her forehead tightly into the man's chest as her large breasts mashed up against his lower abdominal muscles.

'One word…just one word. That's all I need to hear you say. Please say it.' Seconds turned into minutes and the fear of rejection began to grow larger inside of Dorothea's mind. 'Was I wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I push too hard? I'm so stupid! I'm sure that he could have any women he wanted. So why would he settle for gutter trash like me?' Tears began to fall down the songstress' cheeks as the silence continued to grow between the two and she was sure that something had gone awry and she had ruined everything and-

"…Yes."

Dorothea's tear-filled eyes suddenly shot open as she pushed herself off of the man's chest and stared upwards at the professor's face. "W-What?"

"…I said, 'yes.' Isn't that the right answer?" Byleth said, tilting his head in confusion.

A small chuckle murmured from the songstress' mouth as she replied, "I thought…I thought that you were…"

"That I was going to what?" The blue-haired man asked, still confused.

"…No, it doesn't matter. You said yes, and that's all that matters." Dorothea smiled upwards at her new lover. "You know, in the opera plays, the two lovers would seal their promise with a kiss, Professor."

"…Oh really? Well, even though we're not in an opera, I suppose I can humor a professional songstress with a kiss." Byleth said, placing one hand on the back of his student's head and slowly leaned downwards.

To say that Dorothea was happy would have been an understatement as her lips slowly pressed up against her beloved professor's own. It was soft, yet powerful as their tongues rolled against the other inside of their mouths. The former mercenary's arm coiled itself around the back of the half-naked songstress and slowly pushed her down onto his desk.

Their lips still in contact, Byleth moved his hands atop the lewd songstress' body and found them both cupping the enormous bosom that belonged to his student. Dorothea moaned inside of their kiss as she felt her lover groping her naked breasts and pushed her chest up so she could feel more of his gropes.

Byleth kneaded his student's breasts with gentle, but fervent, passion as his fingers pressed deeper into her doughy flesh and felt the hardened nubs of her nipples begin to spring forth. Carefully, the man rubbed his thumb across and heard the girl squeal happily and took it as a sign to continue. Leaving one hand to carefully tease one of the songstress' breasts, the blue-haired professor moved his other hand slowly down the girl's stomach until he felt his fingers touch the girl's dress.

'Oh yes please! Tease me more, Professor! Play with your naughty student~!' The girl thought to herself as she continued lolling her tongue around with the professor's own.

The songstress, in an effort to assist her lover, pushed her hips upwards so as to allow easier access to finger her as he pleased. Not one to disappoint, Byleth quickly moved his hand underneath the skirt and found his fingers pressing up against his student's sopping panties. Dorothea moaned louder inside of the professor's mouth at feeling his masculine fingers press up against her soaking pussy.

The professor, curious to see what would happen, softly pressed one finger against the damp panties, allowing it to push deeper into the girl's sopping slit. Dorothea's eyes began to roll back in pleasure and felt her mouth open wider from the amount of pleasure she was currently feeling thanks to the professor's touches. "B-Be gentle, Profe-SSOR!" She squealed loudly as she felt the warm pleasure of Byleth latching his mouth to one of her breasts as he continued fingering her now dripping crevice.

The professor's tongue lolled around the hardened nipple that was sticking upwards inside his mouth and continued suckling the girl's bosom, causing her to moan incoherently as his finger pressed further and further inside of her. Getting annoyed by the cotton barrier, Byleth quickly slid it aside as he inserted two of his fingers to spread open Dorothea's pussy and began shoving them with more force.

"P-Professor, I said be ge~nnnnnnntle!" She echoed out, feeling the professor fervently ram his fingers inside of her drenched slit along with his sucking intensively on her doughy breast. 'My mind…I can't…I feel myself slipping! It's too good…He's too good at this! Has he done this before with someone el-OH FUCK! Now it's three fingers inside of me! He's going to break me at this rate~!'

Drool began to fall at the sides of the girl's mouth as she pressed her hand against the back of the blue-haired man's head, allowing him to suck deeper onto her nipple. "Professor, nnnnn~ there's no milk in there yet~" Dorothea squeaked out, her lip trembling at how good she was currently feeling.

'I don't want this to ever end…please don't let this be a dream.' This what went for what felt like hours until she felt her lover's mouth release her now reddishly hued breast and pulled himself away from her grip. The girl pouted in a cute fashion, "Look what you did to me, Professor. My breast feels all sore now, and my panties and dress are all soaked! You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Just another thing I'll have to take responsibility for, I suppose." Byleth responded with a stoic look, as he picked himself up from his lover's embrace and slowly kneeled down at the base of the desk.

Dorothea used her elbows to prop herself up to see the professor moving his head between her legs and underneath her dress. A playful smile spread out across her face, "Do you see how wet I am for you, Professor? Look how soaked my panties are. They're ruined because of you."

"…I'll buy you new ones."

The girl bit her lip excitedly at hearing that. "Any kind I want?"

"…Okay."

The songstress rolled her eyes at that response. "Professor, you have to play along~!"

"…Okay."

Dorothea huffed annoyedly at the same stoic response, but continued with her teasing as she smiled again. "If I want you to buy really naughty ones, would you buy them for me?"

"…Oka-"

"And don't say okay!" The girl huffed angrily before her lover could respond.

"…I'll buy whatever naughty underwear you want."

The naked songstress' lips shivered happily at the idea of trying all kinds of new underwear for her professor.

"…You're even more wet than before." Byleth noted, stretching the girl's slit further as he inspected it.

"That's because what you're saying is making me happy. Being loved by you is the cause of it. Promise me you won't ever stop loving me." Dorothea whispered quietly.

"…I promise." He replied as he stretched his tongue to lick his student's sopping slit, causing her to almost moan even louder before covering her mouth with one of her hands. "Good. Don't squeal too loud. I don't want to be caught doing this with one of my students." The brown-haired girl nodded her head and begged her lover to continue, which he did so gladly.

Stretching the girl's pussy apart with his fingers, the blue-haired professor stuck out his tongue and began flicking it inside. Dorothea pressed her hand tighter against her mouth to avoid any more yells, but couldn't stop herself from moaning entirely. The man's warm, moist tongue wiggled and squirmed inside and out of the woman's slit as it alternated between the labia and the clit, causing the songstress' eyes to roll back into her head at the intense feelings of euphoria.

"MMMMMMPH~! Oh yes, please don't stop, Professor. I've been such a naughty student! Oh lick me like that all day please! Oh yes yes yes yes yes! YES! Oh, make me yours, please! I love the way your tongue feels inside of me~! I want more please~! I want to feel all of you inside of me, Professor!" The girl squealed out, using one of her legs to lean against the backside of the man while using one of her hands to push his head deeper into her slit.

"…You taste good." Byleth murmured out as he continued slurping his student's juices from between her legs.

Dorothea couldn't help but make a vulgar and bawdy smile at being praised while her professor was licking her pussy. "Professor, you're gonna make me cum again!"

"…Go ahead."

"I'm cuuuuuuming~!" Gritting her teeth to hold back the ongoing orgasm, the feelings of the professor's tongue were too much for her to handle and she finally climaxed, drenching her lover's mouth with her juices. Using her fingers, she pulled the man's hair to allow his mouth deeper into her pussy to allow greater access to her cum as she climaxed again and again thanks to her lover's skilled tongue. As her climaxes continued to shoot through her body, Dorothea continued to lay there on top of her beloved professor's desk and stared up at the ceiling as she smiled in blissful happiness.

'This isn't a dream…I can feel his tongue inside of me, licking me endlessly. I can feel his hands gripping my thighs with intense pressure to keep me steady. I can his hot breath billowing onto my slit, which only makes me wetter. I want him…I need him to be inside of me…I can't wait any longer.' The girl thought to herself.

"P-Professor, please I can't wait anymore. I need you inside of me, please." She whispered to her lover as she finally felt him cease his licking. Her eyes followed his body as he stood upwards and saw just how soaked his mouth was with his juices. She saw him use his finger to scrape against his mouth and soak up some of the juice before pushing it in front of her mouth.

Wordlessly, he stared at her with a patient gaze as his finger soaked with his cum waited mere centimeters from her mouth. Trembling with anticipation, Dorothea slowly opened her mouth to her lover's finger and allowed it to enter safely as she closed it around it, suckling it gently as her tongue coiled around it.

Her thighs began to tremble as well as she felt the enlarged erection of her lover press up against her hungry, lustful, pulsating slit that was aching to be penetrated. Nodding at her staring lover that he could proceed, Byleth slowly pressed the head of his cock on the outside of her pussy and gently pressed forward.

The songstress' eyes widened at how big the professor truly felt and was grateful that he at least tried to prepare her with his fingers and moistened her up with his tongue. Opening her mouth to moan, which allowed the professor to take back his finger, Dorothea's body quivered at both the pain and pleasure at being filled by her lover and was happy when he finally stopped. A few moments later, she asked, "Is it in?"

"…Yes, but I'll wait for you to get used to it." Byleth responded.

Dorothea smiled gratefully and nodded her head. Staring upwards at her lover who was now on top of her, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck as she waited for the feeling of pain to be replaced with nothing but pleasure. The two continued to stare at each other as their naked bodies pressed up against the other and their heavy breaths fell onto their bodies.

The smell of sex was in the air and it would be clear to anyone who walked in now, even if they were to dress themselves back up and act like nothing happened, would clearly be able to smell what had just transpired here. But neither cared at the moment. To them two, they were the only people in the world right now.

Nothing else mattered.

"O-Okay, I think you can move now, Professor." Dorothea shakily said, nodding her head for her lover to continue. Slowly, Byleth pushed his throbbing cock deeper into the songstress by thrusting his hips forward. The girl beneath him moaned at the feeling of her professor driving his erection deeper into her, as the man grunted with every push and plunge, grunting from the pressure of her pussy.

The former mercenary planted his hands onto his desk next to the girl's head to stabilize himself as he continued his thrusting. Pain quickly turned to pleasure for the songstress as her professor began moving faster and faster with his thrusts.

"Mmmmmph~ Oh, yes! P-Professor, do it harder~! Oh, you're making me feel so goooooood~!" She moaned, grabbing one of the professor's hands and pressing it up against one of her heaving breasts.

"Hold me tight! Squeeze it all you like~ They're yours to play with now! Make me feel even better, Professor!" Dorothea squealed, feeling her professor grope her chest with an intense pressure. Her hardened nipple kept rubbing up against the calloused palm of the former mercenary's hand as he groped and squeezed the girl's jiggling breast, causing said girl to moan even louder.

"OH, PROF-" She began to scream before having her lips crashed against the professor's own.

The songstress' green eyes rolled to the back of her head as the man intensified his thrusts, and his tongue fought hers for dominance inside of her salivating mouth. Her hands slammed up against Byleth's muscular and toned back as she fought to hold herself steady with every push and shove of the man's hips, as her fingers took great pleasure in tracing every contour of the man's muscles.

Byleth was having just as much enjoyment in playing with his lover's body, as his calloused palm kneaded and squeezed his student's bosom. Using his index finger and thumb to pinch the girl's nipple only made her moan louder into their passionate kiss. With every thrust of his hips, all previous reservations he had before of fucking one of his students began to recede to the back of his mind. To say what the two were doing currently was naughty and wrong only seemed to enhance the sexual experience.

'…Just like with Rhea.' The blue-haired professor thought, as he began thrusting his hips even faster. After today's end, Byleth would be in a sexual relationship with one of his students AND the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros.

'If anyone ever finds out about either of these engagements…' No, he couldn't think like that. And even if he did, it was too late to stop now. His relationship with Rhea was something that he didn't want to give up, as well as whatever it was he had with Dorothea now. Sothis had said that if anything happened, then she would have his back. But aside from Divine Pulse, he didn't know what else she could possibly do for him.

"P-Professor-" The songstress' voice suddenly called out, breaking away from their heated kiss. "I can feel myself about to it's…" She began, only to trail off as her words turned into pants and grunts as Byleth began plunging deeper and harder into her.

"…It's okay." The professor replied, caressing the songstress' face. "Go ahead."

Tears of euphoria and happiness began to spill out from the edges of the girl's face as she looked up at the stoic, yet kind face of her professor. "I'm cuuuuuu~mmmming, Professor!" The songstress screamed out as her body pulsated from the intense orgasm spreading throughout her body. Gritting her teeth, the brown-haired girl's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her skull as she felt her pussy grip her lover's cock even harder, allowing her to nearly feel every bulging vein surrounding his erection.

Dorothea's body shook as if electricity was shooting through her body and let another squeal as she felt a large gush of cum spurt out of her pussy, wetting the edge of her professor's desk, as well as the floor beneath them. While the pressure surrounding his penis had intensified thanks to the girl's orgasm, Byleth was able to hold off any orgasm of his own as he pulled his erection out of her, which allowed even more of his student's cum to seep out of her drenched slit. Dorothea moaned in discontent at feeling herself empty and without the feeling of her professor's cock inside of her.

"Mmmmmm, it feels better when you're inside of me, Professor." She panted, clearly exhausted from her first sexual experience. Byleth, however, seemed like he had barely broken a sweat, which may have mildly put dent in the songstress' pride at seeing that. The young woman's green eyes trailed down to see the man's erection still throbbing with passion and had to fight back some drool from escaping the corner of her lips.

"You didn't cum yet…" Dorothea said somberly. "…W-Was I not good?"

Byleth was quick to shake his head in response. "Not at all. I just…" His thoughts immediately drifted to Rhea and compared her own sexual intensity with that of Dorothea's own. '…It's no contest. Rhea is far more ravenous and voracious than Dorothea is by a large margin.'

"Heh, it's because you have far more experience with this type of stuff that I do, right?" Dorothea replied, oblivious to the professor's thoughts concerning the Archbishop.

"…Yes." The professor replied, clearly uncomfortable with the subject entirely.

'I suppose I shouldn't broach the subject any further based off of his reply. Part of me wonders who's the woman who took his first time…no, don't think about that! Just keep making him feel good and I'm sure he'll forget about whoever she was!' The songstress thought to herself as she shakily pushed herself up, wincing at how sore her pussy felt at all the rough thrusts from her professor.

"Geez, professor, I'm gonna have a hard time walking to my room after this. Hehe~ I guess you enjoyed being inside of me more than I thought, huh~?" She said, winking as she pushed herself up into a sitting position at the edge of Byleth's desk.

Byleth nodded in response. "…I greatly enjoyed being inside of you."

Blushing, Dorothea twirled her hair at the compliment. "Well then, I'm glad we both enjoyed ourselves then." Looking down at the man's erection, the girl's shoulders slumped in discontent. "But I didn't make you cum…"

Byleth shook his head. "…It's fine. It was your first time. Besides, I only care that you were able to cum. That's all that matters to me."

Dorothea only pouted annoyedly at that response. "That doesn't make me feel better at all! Can you imagine how much it hurts not to have your lover cum after sex? It's horrible! No way! We're not leaving this room until I make you cum at least once!" Hopping off the table, the songstress moved aside and pointed to where she was just sitting. "Sit!" She said, ordering her lover.

The professor knew that was someone was bound to come looking for either of them and any more time spent here only led to more likelihood of them being discovered. "Dorothea-"

"SIT!" The songstress growled back with a snarl, causing the professor to sweatdrop at how seriously she was taking this, and could only shake his head. Deciding to humor her, Byleth quickly moved and sat where the girl was prior.

Huffing lightly, Dorothea crossed her arms underneath her ample breasts as she said, "Now then, what would you prefer: a blowjob? A footjob? Maybe a handjob?" A teasing smile sprang forth as she pushed her breasts together, "Or maybe a boobjob?"

Byleth only shook his head again. "…Whatever you prefer."

Dorothea had to fight back another growl at the neutral response. "No, I want YOU to choose! The point of sex is to make your lover feel good, after all. I don't want to do something that you don't want. Come on…please, Professor." She said, looking at her lover with puppy-dog eyes.

Sighing, Byleth scratched the back of his neck as he thought. A few moments later, he spoke, "…I want to feel your breasts."

Giddy at her lover's response, Dorothea jumped up, causing her breasts to jiggle. "Yay~! I knew you'd make the right choice! Don't worry, Professor, I know you'll be in heaven when you feel my breasts clamping down on your thick cock!"

Quickly getting on her knees, a perverted smile stretched across her lips at seeing her beloved professor's throbbing erection in front of her face. "Wow…it's even bigger when I get up close." She said in slight awe as a small strand of drool began leaking from the side of her mouth.

Byleth could only look away as he scratched his cheek in slight embarrassment at the compliment.

Seeing that, Dorothea winked and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Professor~! You should be proud of having such a big dick! It only makes me wetter after realizing I was able to take this gigantic 'sword' inside of me and still be able to walk! Hehe~!" The songstress tittered, sticking her tongue out in a playful fashion. Seeing the professor's cock throbbing in anticipation, the brown-haired girl stuck her tongue out further as it touched the tip of her lover's penis.

Her tongue could feel the vibrations emanating from the pulsating erection, which only made her pussy moisten further. The girl quickly moved one of her hands to tease her clit as she began tracing her tongue all around the head of her professor's cock.

"Such a naughty dick you have, Professor~! To think you just fucked one of your precious student's in your own classroom! And now here you are allowing your student to be on her hands and knees and lick your dick as if it's no big deal! Such a perverted professor I have!" Dorothea teased, slowly trailing her moist tongue all around the throbbing length of the former mercenary's penis.

Byleth could only grit his teeth, as he gripped the edges of his desk to stabilize himself. "Eh? Nothing to say. Or maybe…it's because you don't want to moan loudly and alert all the other students and faculty at the monastery. Hehe~ I understand that way of thinking, but I really want to hear you moan for me, Professor~!"

Her tongue continued flicking itself around, ravenously coiling itself every inch, causing Byleth to groan from the feeling of the girl's wet tongue. Dorothea could feel her hand become drenched from the liquids that were leaking from her slit as she began inserting two of her fingers inside.

"I want to know how you taste, Professor. I want to feel you shoot your hot, sticky cum down my throat. Wouldn't that be great? Cumming inside your student's mouth? Hehe~ I felt your cock twitch even harder from my words! It makes me happy that you want to cum in my mouth, Professor! Well then, I guess I shouldn't keep you or your penis waiting anymore~" The songstress said, opening her mouth as she slowly closer her lips around the head of the man's erection.

Byleth grunted, almost losing his balance as he felt Dorothea close her mouth around the tip of his penis. 'I'm a failure of a professor…to think of one of my student's like this. To watch her debase herself like this for me…but I suppose it wouldn't be the first time I've done something like this. Thinking back on all those times with Lady Rhea…the way she looked at me with such lustful, predatory eyes every time we were alone together in the chapel, or the halls of the monastery…and now the way I look at her whenever nobody is watching. To think such impure thoughts of the Archbishop, and now my own student…'

The former mercenary pulled his head back as he stared upwards at the ceiling, moving one of his hands to rest atop his precious student's head. Moaning softly, the man felt as his student began sucking away at the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the slit. The songstress suckled the head and pulled away, and suckled again, and pulled away once more, and repeated the movement again and again.

"Dorothea…" Byleth groaned as he felt Dorothea tease the head of his cock over and over. It felt incredible to say the least, and the thought that it was his own student made it seem all the better. The former mercenary took a sudden intake of breath as he felt the girl push her breasts along the sides of his cock.

"Hrgh!" The professor grunted, pressing deeper onto the girl's head, while holding himself steady onto the edge of his desk to keep his balance.

The blue-haired professor panted as the songstress began to slowly bob her head, up and down, along the length of his dick, while pushing her bodacious bosom along the sides of his erection. Dorothea squished her marshmallow-like breasts together as she kept moving her head up and down between her lover's legs, as she also continued fingering herself rapidly.

Moaning as she felt her fingers plunging deeper and deeper inside of her, the vibrations from her moans only enhanced the feeling of the blowjob/boobjob. This time it was Byleth's turn to roll his eyes back at the intense feelings of euphoria that were shooting through his body. '…F-Fuck…' The man's brain found it difficult to spin together a more articulate way of putting just how great he was feeling at this moment in time.

Unconsciously, Byleth couldn't help but push his hips forward in tandem with his student's head movements, which caught her off guard in the moment. Quickly adapting to the thrusts, Dorothea took her fingers out of her pussy and used both hands to push her breasts even harder onto the man's cock, causing him to groan louder at the orgasmic pressure.

"D-Dorothea, this feels…amazing!" The blue-haired man said through gritted teeth as he continued bucking his hips in tandem with the brown-haired girl's bobs, while patting the girls head in the process.

'Ehehe~! The professor praised me! If you keep doing and saying stuff like that…you're going to make me want to become even lewder for you~!' Dorothea thought to herself, giddy at the compliment she got from her lover, as she continued her gluttonous assault on her professor's erection with her mouth and breasts.

'I can feel his cock pulsating even harder now! Yay~! That means he's close to cumming! Go go go, Professor! Cum inside your naughty student's mouth~!' Quickly speeding up her bobs, the songstress could hear her professor's pants begin to hasten as his orgasm was rapidly approaching.

"Dorothea, I can't hold back anymore!" Byleth grunted, pushing his cock deeper into the girl's mouth as he ejaculated inside. Grabbing hold of his perverted student's tits, the blue-haired man squeezed them with intense pressure, causing Dorothea to roll her eyes back in pleasure at the manhandling of her precious bosom, along with the hot cum streaming down her throat.

'It's so warm~! Oh Goddess, I'm cumming from my professor shooting his load inside of my mouth~! Please forgive this perverted girl!' Dorothea thought to herself as she rolled her eyes back at the intense pleasure of cumming and swallowing her lover's entire load down her throat.

In this moment in time, neither the two cared if anyone were to walk in on such a perverted and vulgar display between a professor and his student. Together the two managed to bring about both love and pleasure to each other that far outweighed any disparaging or negative consequences that could be wrought from such a sordid affair. Byleth's entire body shook furiously as he released the last of his cum inside of Dorothea's mouth.

Breathing heavily, he felt his cock still hard inside of his perverted student's mouth. Slowly, he pulled his cum-soaked erection out of the songstress' mouth and away from the intense, pillowy pressure of the girl's breasts, allowing him to see ludicrously amounts of cum still drenched inside of her. It ashamed him to say that he felt a bit of pride at being the one to create such a depraved look on one of his precious students.

"You don't have to swallow if you don't want to." Byleth said, caressing the girl's sweaty face.

Quickly closing her mouth and giving the man a determined expression, Dorothea tensed up as she tried with all her might to swallow all of her beloved professor's cum. Rolling her eyes back, the girl nearly came again at the feeling of her lover's load falling down her throat once more, and opened her mouth hoping to be praised by her professor again.

"See, Professor! I did it! I swallowed all of your cum-filled love~! Hehe~!" The songstress said, throwing her arms around her lover in a tight, sweaty hug.

Byleth patted his student's head again. "…Good job, Dorothea. You made me feel really good."

A spoiled and perverted smile stretched across the girl's face as her lover's kind, masculine hands caressed her head softly. "Ehehe~ I love it when you say things like that, Professor. Did you like the way my tits felt around your cock?" Dorothea asked hopefully.

Byleth nodded.

Dorothea squealed in delight. "I'm so happy that I made you feel good, Professor!"

"Would you…like to continue tonight?"

Dorothea hugged the professor tighter at hearing that he wanted to continue making love to her. "Yes yes yes! I want to feel your cum inside my naughty pussy this time, Professor!" She squealed happily before being silenced by her lover's hand across her mouth.

"…You're going to have to be quieter then." Byleth said with a stoic stare.

Dorothea sweatdropped and apologized, "S-Sorry, Professor."


Inwards in the recesses of Byleth's mind

A certain green-haired girl sitting atop a stone throne continued rubbing her pussy as she watched both the professor and the songstress finish their sex session and moaned as she felt her cum gush out of her for what felt like the hundredth time today.

"Oh wow, that fool can be quite vivacious when he puts his mind to it. Phew, wow, that felt great. Who knew watching a professor and his student have sex with each other could be so hot? Mmmm, I'm going to have to convince him do that with the rest of his female students, hehehe~! I can't wait to have a harem again!" Sothis chuckled, rubbing her hands in a faux evil gesture.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT'S A WRAP! Holy fuck…this chapter was waaaaaaay longer than I anticipated it would be. Don't get used to this! This just happened to be one of the times I was able to channel my inner horny and burst forth a long ass chapter like this haha. I gotta say, I'm a bit proud of myself. It's been a while since I've written a smutty chapter as long as this in quite a while. I guess I still got it in me, huh?

And who knew Dorothea was so perverted? :P

Haha and I guess Sothis has plans for our stoic professor too. Horny plans, I might add! And for any confused, Sothis has half-amnesia, which means that she remembers her name for instance, but doesn't quite know that Byleth is banging her daughter…yet. But hey, she's in for quite a shocker that she birthed such a sexy ass woman such as Rhea. I mean…WELL LOOK AT HER! Those hips, that ass, her thighs, AND THOSE BREASTS! MMM! *chef's kiss* Perfect. I'm probably gonna add some Rhea x Byleth quickie goodness in the next chapter before moving onto the next girl for Byleth/Sothis to add to their harem.

Also, people might say Sothis is acting a bit OOC, but hey, Rhea had to get her lewdness from somewhere, right? XD

Leave a review to see who you would like to see next! And hey, maybe give me some feedback or praise. That's always appreciated after writing such a long ass chapter like this :P

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