He follows her home.

It isn't far. The two of them walk through the bustling streets of Tolis and eventually arrive at a district filled with manors of varying size. He has seen huge, beautiful homes before, though he has never been able to actually stay in one. She leads him through a metal gate with a name carved along the front with large, cursive letters, "Dalaworth".

They creak open, and Trevor continues to follow the exotic beauty up a path leading through a courtyard trees and flowers. The manor itself is decently sized--not the biggest in the city or even the district, but it's a beautiful home nonetheless, and still far more expansive than any place he's been inside. She stops at the door, turns to him with a jerk of her thumb, and turns the knob to push the door open.

"Right through here, my cute little squire," she says.

"Cute?" he responds, feeling a little flustered at such a blunt compliment.

"Get on in there." She pushes him forward by his behind, and then shuts the door behind them. "Welcome to Wyvern Manor. It has a whole story behind it about how Dalaworth inherited or something, but I don't really care that much. I'm not really a scholarly type."

"I thought this was a house of alchemy," Trevor says.

"She's an alchemist sure, but most of us here don't do that sort of thing at all actually. We just live here together, like one big happy family. That's probably why she was so happy to take you in. It'll be nice for her to have an assistant that's passionate about her trade."

He gazes around the foyer. The floor is a chessboard black and white, and there are doors and such in multiple directions. It's a little overwhelming for him. Straight forward is a staircase that leads up to the next level, where he can see walkways with railings looking down. For a moment, he's pretty certain he sees someone watching him, but they disappear just as he looks.

"Before anything, we should check in with Dalaworth," says Vika. "Come on. Up the steps you go. Third door on your right is the master bedroom."

He walks ahead, and she follows behind. As he reaches the top, he takes a deep breath, and starts to realize he might need to work out a bit more if he also wants to be a mighty paladin in addition to doing alchemy. He has been training, and has already learned a spell or two, but he has a long way to go before he's anything like his lord. Trevor pushes forwards, and stops at the door he's pretty certain is the one previously mentioned.

"Yup. That's her's," she says. "Just barge right in."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. She knows you're coming. She told me to tell you to walk right inside without knocking."

"... All right. Fair enough."

He takes the knob, turns, and pushes it open.

The room itself is gorgeous. There's a bed fit for several people with soft purple blankets. The furniture is all dark wood and carved with intricate details. Much of it has hearts, whether it be around the dresser knobs, or to flourish the legs. What catches his eye the most, however, is the woman standing directly in the middle of the room with her feet on a spiral-patterned rug. There's a stand-up mirror next to her as well. She turns to meet eyes with the boy who just walked right in on her in the middle of changing.

She's stunning. He can't look away. Dalaworth is a mature woman with a body to put all others to shame. He had no idea a human being could even be so attractive--a goddess, or something that escaped from his deepest, most forbidden dreams. She has thick, flowing red hair that reaches down beyond her shoulders, and a piercing, deep blue stare--beautiful, like the depths of the ocean. Her skin is smooth and clear, and her figure is slim, yet her hips have a tantalizing curve, and her breasts are large and perfectly perky. She's dressed in nothing but a black frilly brassiere, and matching panties. The former barely restrains her ample bosom, and the latter hugs her ass so tight, and he can see it all through the mirror behind her. Somehow he's been blessed with the perfect position to see both sides of her body, and she's wearing nothing but cute lingerie.

Trevor's jaw drops. His body trembles. Viki was already working him up before, but with the gorgeous head of the household wearing so little before him, he can't help it anymore. The tingle in his cock grows, and it starts to stiffen behind his ever-shrinking trousers. His face flushes as he tries to hide his rising erection. As nonchalantly as he can manage, he readjusts his pants, and raises his hands up to cover his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he cries.

"Look at me," she says. Her voice is smooth and sensual. It alone beings a shiver down his spine.

Vika grabs his hands and forces them to his sides. "Don't be so rude. She's taking you in, and you avert your gaze like she's some kind of monster?'

"That's not what I--" He tries to respond, but fumbles over his words.

Dalaworth smiles. She slides her hands down her collar bone, over her tits, and down to her hips as she never breaks eye contact with him. "We're just teasing. Welcome to my home, Trevor. I hope you prove yourself to be a capable alchemist." She pinches the fabric of her bra straps, and gives them a tug up, causing her breasts to bounce. "It looks like... your vial is already filling up," she whispers.

Wait was that supposed to mean something dirty? What kind of mental image is that?!

Vika pinches his shoulder.

"Ow! Why did you do that?" he asks.

"You've been staring in silence for like a minute."

"I have?!"

Dalaworth chuckles warmly and steps towards him. He watches, and struggles to keep his eyes on her face. It's extremely obvious--she isn't stupid. In fact, this is a dream come true for her. A cute, shy boy to play with that's trying to resist her sounds entertaining. She stops close to him, and takes his chin in her gentle grip. "I don't mind. Allow me to properly introduce myself."

"Sh-Shouldn't you finish getting dressed?"

She ignores his comment. "My name is Krystal Dalaworth, professional alchemist and graduate of Redbloom Academy. Would you care to grant me a proper introduction as well?" He slowly forces his face to lower, so that he has **** but to stare directly at her tits.

Meanwhile, he's caught further by surprise when Vika presses into him from behind, and wraps her hands around to caress his cheek. "Answer the question~." He grunts and flushes red as he feels her chest press up against his back.

Sh-She's not wrong about my vial!

He can feel the arousal growing as his hard cock remains restrained uncomfortable within his underwear. His pent-up desires start to escape, and his body grows hot and heavy. Struggling to find words, or even air to breath, he manages to make out, "Trevor T-Tanner, squire of L-Lord..."

"All right. That's enough." Dalaworth chuckles. "You're going to overheat at this rate. Let's give him some space. You can go back to your training if you wish, Vika."

"Sounds good, m'lady!" She releases him from her grasp, salutes, and then runs back down the stairs.

"And now I will do as you suggested and finish getting dressed. Please wait out here while I finish. Unless you wish to join me inside instead."

"N-No thank you," he stutters. "Such a thing is improper of a knight, or even a man."

"I see you look up to Sir Milgard."

"Yes'm. I would never even think of acting without purity and sullying his name. I promise that while I'm here, I'll help you to the best of my ability, and I will do so with noble intentions only."

"How gentlemanly. Suit yourself. If you truly mean what you say, surely you'll have no troubles at all living here while maintaining this purity." She giggles as she turns, and sashays herself back into the room. With a swing of her foot, she shuts the door behind her, leaving him in an empty, quiet hall.

It gives him a much-needed chance to catch his breath and cleanse his thoughts.

Old grandpas. Puppies. Kittens. Come on, brain. You can't be this weak.