"Organizing a new tournament…sending a group after a bandit camp near the monastery…deciding the new week's church hymns…why did they have to drop so much work on me on one day?" Seteth asked no one in particular as he shuffled through papers on his desk. He was about the tackle the tournament when there was a knock on his door. He sighed, his hand going to the space between his eyes, but even so, he said "Come in."

Byleth entered the room and as soon as she saw that the man was at his desk going over papers, she knew he was swamped. She gently closed the door behind her. "What's up?"

"What's up is that I'm very busy, so whatever you have to say, please say it quickly so I can get back to work," he snapped, and she frowned. Seeing her expression, he sighed and collected himself. "My apologies. I have been given way too much work for me to be able to tackle in one day, and it's been a little…stressful."

"Would you like any help?" Byleth asked as she stepped forward, her shoes clacking against the floor.

"No, no I wouldn't want to burden you when you've likely got plenty on your plate already," he said with a hand wave as he looked over the potential selections for the tournament.

"It's fine, if you need help, I'd be happy to give it," she replied. He paused and looked up at her, surprised to find she was giving him a rather wide smile, a rare sight indeed. He let out a sigh and flipped the paper over to point it toward her.

"Here. Help me determine what to do with the next tournament. It'll take something off my plate for me," he said. Byleth nodded and knelt down at the desk, grabbing a pen and putting it to her chin. Seteth chanced a glance at her and immediately regretted it. Since classes were over, she was wearing a casual black shirt that drew in his eyes to her chest, and the two mounds that swung down as she bent over. His gaze was only on them for a moment before he looked away, clearing his throat. He couldn't be distracted like that. Not only was she a professor, someone who could be seen as an associate, but it was just plain inappropriate. It didn't matter that he'd been catching glances at her and her chest every once in a while, he would never make an advancement for a multitude of reasons. For now, one of the big ones was that he had plenty to do already.

"There," she said and handed it back to him. He gave her a look of shock as he examined the paper. Not only had she determined the type of weapon that would be used, but had already decided who would participate.

"This is-"

"When I was a mercenary, the guys would sometimes set up their own sorts of 'tournaments' to see who was the best with specific weapons," Byleth explained. "Sometimes I would be asked to help set them up, so this wasn't any different."

"I-I see," Seteth said, dumbfounded. He was always surprised how the woman was able to use her experience as a mercenary to help out like that. "Well-"

"Give me something else," she said as she looked him in the eyes. He wanted to object but something in her expression told him she wasn't up for accepting anything else. He sighed again and handed another paper over regarding the bandits near the monastery while he held up the list of hymns to determine which ones they'd perform the next week as well as in what order. Byleth happily accepted the paper and got to work, as did Seteth. They both worked in silence for a while and Seteth was able to keep his eyes on the paper, even as Byleth shifting around caused her chest to sway as well. It felt nice being able to have someone else work with him on stuff. As much as he loved her, he wished Flayn could be as useful.

"Done," Byleth said after some time.

"It so happens that I am, too," he said as he finished writing the final selection. He set it down, and Byleth slid her paper up as well, allowing him to collect both and set them aside along with the tournament paper. "That helped a lot, thank you."

"So does that mean you're free now?" she asked.

"I mean…I always have more work to do, but the rest is not as prevalent so…" He looked at her. "Did you need me for something?"

"Not necessarily," she admitted. "I just think you deserve some…relaxation for all the work that you do." He allowed a smile.

"Why thank you. It's…probably true, but I like being able to work and help out," he said, and Byleth.

"I understand, but it is good to take a break every once in a while," she noted. "I can…help with that if you'd like."

"Help?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow. "How would I need help with relaxing?" She smiled somewhat shyly.

"Well…there is a certain form of…relaxation and stress relief that requires two people," she said as she began to slide around the desk.

"What? Like a game? Because that kind of thing isn't something I often do to pass the time and relax unless it's with Flayn," he said as she was now on the same side of the desk as him.

"No, something more…stimulating~" she said, and without warning, she climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He instantly stiffened and grabbed onto her arms.

"H-Hey! What are you-"

"I saw you looking, you know~" she said. "It was just a glance today, but I know you've been looking at them~" She didn't need to specify what she was talking about, she was busy pushing them into his chest. Seteth gulped.

"M-My apologies, my eyes have wandered yes, but it is a natural reaction. You, on the other hand, are being very inappropriate right now-"

"Seteth, come on. It's just us here," she pushed forward. "We can lock the door, and I can give you some real relaxation, some real stress relief. We don't even have to tell anyone, or even talk about it ever again after this. Just a one-time thing."

"P-Professor, this is-"

"Call me Byleth," she said as she planted a gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes widened. He hadn't been kissed since his wife passed away, and to feel her soft, sensual lips on his, it flashed him back to those times, so long ago. It was brief, only lasting a moment before she pulled away and smiled at him, almost as if she knew. "Seteth, it's okay to indulge every once in a while. So indulge with me. Rhea doesn't have to know, and neither does Flayn, or anyone else." Seteth stared at her as she sat on his lap, her softness pressing completely against him. He couldn't deny that he was stiff below the waist and that now that she was offering, the possibilities were flashing in his mind. He thought of everything, of Flayn, Rhea, his wife…

"I…I…I don't…" He shook his head. "You…truly…with me?" She nodded eagerly. "Why?"

"Because I appreciate you. I know we've only known one another for a short time but…I do. And this is how I want to show it. And if you never want to talk about it again after…I'm fine with that, too," she explained. He took a deep breath and then exhaled. For a few moments, he didn't speak.

Surely it would be fine, right? Just this once?

"Alright…fine," Seteth said, and Byleth immediately leapt from his lap and started striding towards the door. "Hey, what're you-"

"Locking the door, duh," Byleth explained as she flicked it, and then turned back to Seteth. With a smirk, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it, quickly exposing a bra underneath. Seteth watched her breasts bobble within the fabric confines as she gripped the sides of his chair tightly. His dick throbbed in his pants as she turned and bent over, pointing her ass in his direction as she slid her pants down her legs, quickly leaving her in only her underwear. Whatever hesitations he'd still held were quickly dissolving as she turned back to face him and started walking over, her breasts bouncing with every single step.

"Don't worry, this isn't my first time," she assured him, even though the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. She knelt in front of him and reached for his pants, which she began to undo. "It's not a lot of experience, but I'm sure I can help you destress enough~"

"I-I see…" he answered as his pants were soon around his ankles. He felt the urge to question who her partner had been, see if it was someone at the monastery, but any questions died as she thrust down his underwear, and his erect cock bounced into view. She stared at it with a hunger in her eyes that the man had not seen since his wife, a fact which he felt should give him pause, but instead only made him hornier. The woman smiled up at him as she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around the organ.

Seteth suppressed a gasp at her feather touch. His entire body shook with arousal and memory. She seemed to smile even wider at that as she started to stroke it, her hands sliding up and down his shaft and head, her fingers leaving whispers of pleasure across his member. A tiny noise escaped his throat, one he had not made in countless years. She let out a small giggle as she let go, leaving him feeling an immediate sense of disappointment. It faded as she reached behind her back and undid her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor, and finally expose her large chest. Seteth sucked in a breath at the sight of them, watching them move up and down with her breathing, her nipples looking so small against the enormity of her chest.

"Do you like them?" she asked as she cupped her hands underneath them and held them up. He gulped.

"I-I think I do, yes. They are quite nice," he said, and she giggled as his face reddened. It seemed his flirting game had truly not improved since he lost his wife.

"Good~" she said and then did something he had never actually seen before. She grabbed his cock again, a little harder this time, and slid it directly between her breasts. As he felt their softness envelop his chest, he felt a deep shudder run down his entire body. By the Goddess, it was heavenly. He was actively panting now as he tried to catch his breath, and that was before she began to move. Her smile was gorgeous as she slid her breasts up and down his shaft, leaving barely able to see it amidst her mounds. His toes curled in unbelievable pleasure that she was somehow only about to make even better.

She leaned down and opened her mouth, gently placing her lips around his head, and closing. Instantly, as soon as she began to suck on it, his entire body trembled. Moans escaped his lips as everything else began to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them. He could feel the swirling pressure building inside him already, a feeling he rarely was able to allow himself to indulge in. Her lips, her soft breasts, it all felt so good, too good. It was clear she knew the effect she was having as she shifted her breasts up and down as if she was begging for his release, begging for him to finish. He forced his gaze on her, to take in what was happening as much as he could, to never forget this moment. Never forget the beautiful professor pleasuring his cock with her chest and her mouth, especially as she looked up at him, smiling even despite having his head in her mouth.

That finally pushed him over the edge. He let out a groan as he came. His cum exploded out and down her throat. He heard her gag a little before she started swallowing the hot, wet fluid eagerly, her throat bobbing as it went down until he was completely empty. When he was done, she pulled away and wiped her mouth, smiling from ear to ear. "Was that good enough to destress with~?"

"M-More than adequate…" he said. "Truly…immaculate." Byleth giggled.

"Well…there's still more where that comes from…if you want it~" she said as she gently grabbed her panties and pulled them down, allowing them to drop and exposing her full, nude body to him. Almost instantly, he was getting hard again.

"I-I think I'd enjoy that very much," he admitted, and with that confirmation, she strode towards him once more, leaving them to continue with such activities for the rest of the day, until Seteth felt all of his stress completely melt away.