Edelgard's quarters

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Well, somehow you’ve ended up on Edelgard’s bed. Her room is a lot more feminine than you’d expect. It’s also a lot more spacious and luxurious than most other students’ rooms, which is what you’d expect of Miss Imperial Princess.

Dorothea has already been stripped bare by Ferdinand, while Edelgard has been too busy with herself to undress you yet. She looms over you wearing nothing but a purple strap-on. The size of the member is enough to distract you from the modest size of her breasts, perhaps the size of apples. But her athletic physique still makes her quite beautiful to look at. Not that you have any business looking at your students like that in the first place.

Wordlessly, Edelgard bends over and begins to undo your bra, completely unobstructed by your unbuttoned top. As soon as the bra is off, your boobs pop free, presenting themselves to Edelgard almost enthusiastically. She pauses for a few seconds, eyeing you up and down as her face goes as red as a tomato. “P-Professor, you know… S-Seeing it up close, your body is… really s-s-something… And your face too, and your hair. You’re… k-kinda beautiful.” She continues staring as her blush gets stronger, and you could swear you see a hunger forming in her eyes that you’ve only seen before in the eyes of drunken, lecherous old men. Of course, no such men have even gotten to see you naked before, much less have sex with you. You gulp again, feeling more and more like prey by the second.

By the time Edelgard has you naked, she’s literally drooling. Fortunately (or perhaps not) Ferdinand snaps her out of it. “Well Edelgard, the rules are as we agreed, are they not? First one to make their partner climax wins that round. We’ll continue until one of us wins two rounds in a row. I hope you remember my reward, for when I am inevitably victorious.”

“*ahem* That’s correct, Ferdinand. Though I’d be more concerned with whether you remember my reward for when I inevitably win. You’ll serve me well as a pack mule for my shopping trips this school year.”

“You know, Professor,” Dorothea starts, shooting an icy glare at you, “I really wish you had any power to stop this nonsense, but as long as you’re this worthless, I’m glad you at least have to suffer through it too.”

Ouch. What a grateful student she i-

“*HAAAH!*”

You both cry out in sync as your “partners” slide themselves into you, signaling the start of their competition.