Byleth starts to enjoy her new life.

Byleth had settled in quite well to her new position as a professor, guiding the Black Eagles for the upcoming mock battle. Dorothea had become a fast friend of hers, lending an ear and helping her get to know the other students and their problems - any struggle they had or issue that arose, she would be sure to keep Byleth apprised of the situation. Ferdinand’s rivalry with Edelgard was annoying at times, but at least he was serious about improving. On the other hand, Linhardt tended to sleep in class and Caspar struggled to grasp some of the more advanced lessons, but they seemed to pick up on the critical points of each lecture. Petra took well to her lessons, and would quickly out-pace the others if not for the occasional misunderstanding. Bernadetta was rarely seen outside of class and would often skip training. She apparently made sure to stay well read on her lessons, but Byleth was worried about her usefulness once she was on the battlefield. And then there was Hubert and Edelgard…

While good students, the two of them seemed to regard Byleth with a much cooler air than when they first came to the monastery. It was far from hostile, but the two of them seemed guarded when in the Professor’s presence. Byleth was all but sure it had to do with her encounter that night… when she had asked Hubert to stand down. There was no way to tell how much he knew of what happened that night, but with how Kostas had been groping her, Hubert most certainly thought less of her in some fashion. Not only that, but she feared what others might be saying: Kostas was anything but subtle, and the frequency with which he and the professor had gone missing at the same time was sure to raise a few questions - especially to those like Hubert and Edelgard.

Regardless, just this short time was more fulfilling than at any point during her time as a mercenary; every day she had something to look forward to. Part of her loved teaching, of guiding her students to become better, but another part of her however, was always thinking about the evening after... of when she'd hear a knock at her door.

Every night for a week straight ended with her being fulfilled in an entirely different matter. In her bed, in the lecture hall, or on her desk... she only "lost" one student's assignment, making sure the desk was clear now. She worried about what others may think, of how her father would see her... but it all melted away once he had his hands on her:

His manner of sex was aggressive. Primal. Years of raiding taught him to fuck only to please himself or tease his victim. Even so, she never felt unsatisfied, but Byleth did wonder how long things could continue like this; she wanted to guide him like she would one of her students, turn him into a more caring, gentle partner. Unfortunately, she feared she lacked the experience... or the willpower to do so: she was the submissive virgin, claimed by a brutish thug, unable to do aught but surrender to him. She thought that, perhaps, she might find some knowledge or manner of advice to help her, but with how unlikely Garreg Mach was to hold a tome - or person - that could help with such matters, she was unsure on exactly how to proceed.

Currently however, Byleth's needs went unanswered, Kostas having been assigned to a mission by the church to hunt down a band of brigands. Quite a few of the knights expressed concern over having Kostas sent with them, but Lady Rhea believed his fighting prowess and background as a bandit would prove to be a unique advantage.

It seems she would have to make do for a few days. Still, however much she enjoyed the sex, having her evenings free once more would be quite nice. She thought of what she could do in her free time...