Kazuma X Darkness (Part 3: Dancing and Dinner)

We soon arrived at Michelangelo's. It wasn't a very big place, the restaurant was just on the ground floor, though there was a significant amount of height to the roof that let the room breathe. Outside was a nice street performance band that the owner often hired to give some ambience to the evening. The happy group playing smooth, soothing music on their violins and saxophones certainly helped set the mood.

Inside, the building was almost split in two. At the front was a man behind a counter serving the row of customers in front of him. Behind him, multiple rows of tables filled with various couples eating their meals and enjoying each other's company. A few larger groups in the booths built into the walls, but for the most part you could feel the romantic air that Michelangelo was aiming for. It was still quite busy, as one would expect for a Saturday night I suppose, with multiple couples waiting around the outside of the building. Hoping to get in without a reservation, or reality altering earrings.

As Kazuma talked to the man at the desk, I looked around the other couples chatting away.

This almost felt like infiltration.

Both to enter the domicile of a man who had previously banned us, and to enter the world of real couples so casually. None of these people knowing we were a Harem Knight and a masochistic cow together, blending so well in to the average man. Though that could have been because of my earrings. Men and women were looking at my dress, but showed no real reaction of horny or jealousy as they potentially would have previously. It made me wonder why Kazuma was free of that trapping now? Vanir had said he'd weaken the earrings affect, but perhaps there was some growing immunity that Kazuma had?

I didn't get a chance to ponder long before my date walked back over to me.

“Our table is still going to be a few minutes wait,” Kazuma said, gesturing over to the guy he'd talked to, "He said we should either go to the bar and get drinks orrrrr" his hand shifted from the bar to behind us with. The band had a very impromptu dance floor for a few of the waiting couples to sway together. Kazuma was looking at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “Wanna do this properly? Shall I take the elegant lady to the dance floor?”

I could only smile at him. I really couldn't hide my desire to make the most of this date, so I hung my hand out and said, "I'm ready for the gallant man to guide me."

He quickly guided me out to the street, joining about three other couples who were enjoying the beats of the band. It wasn't very high tempo, but one could definitely tap their foot to it, helped by the 'drummer' playing on a set of buckets he'd laid out. The band didn't care though, and neither did anyone else with a sound like they were playing.

The real problem was: I had never danced before.

Extravagant galas where I had to walk elegantly with potential suitors? Sure. But out here in the street? I was a lost lamb begging for guidance. My eyes tried to find any hints from the band, who just winked at me... or the other couples? No, I couldn't tell what they were doing from here. Worst of all, Kazuma seemed to be getting into it, with strangely erotic movements while keeping his eyes glued to me. Was his instincts kicking in? Or was he a natural dancer from his homeland?

I tried to copy Kazuma's movements. Shimmying my arms to the left, then to the right. But as soon as he caught on, he switched up his movements to a grander motion of pointing to the bottom right then to the top left with one hand. Again, I tried to follow him, and we mirrored each other for a few minutes before we couldn't stop bursting into laughter.

“I’ve got to say, you’re talking to a guy who’s lived under a rock of his own making for many years, and even I can tell that your dancing is terrible.”

“Kazuma! Are you bullying me? I can’t believe you’d bully a noble!”

“Oh is that what I’m doing? I’d say you’re bullying me with those moves of yours.” He laughed before taking imaginary blows to the head, “Taking. Mental. Damage. Dance. Too. Awful!”

I grabbed his arms and draped them around me. “Well then, if you think you can do better then please, oh mighty hero, guide this fool how to dance.”

He gulped at that. Several people glanced at our closeness, seemingly both entranced and outraged at the act. Kazuma tried his hardest to get into the role and guide me appropriately, but his dancing knowledge was clearly tied to his own body and not guiding a female around the floor.

“...oi. You trying to make me look bad?” He grumbled into me after stepping on my foot again.

“You’re doing a good job of that yourself,” I teased, giggling at his frown. “Besides, I’m MORE trying to rub myself up against you, was that not obvious?”

Spongy breasts passed over his mouth and nose. Kazuma muffled out, “I picked up on that, yeah.”

Kazuma spun me around and tried to up the ante as the music began to increase tempo. It was hard for him because of my weight, but with some strain he managed to dip me backwards to catch my back in his arms. The moment was so impressive I decided to ignore how much his face was visibly struggling to get me back to my feet. Copying was still my only technique, so on my turn I spun him lightly as well and dipped him downwards. The surrounding couples all snickered to themselves at the 'unmanly' position Kazuma found himself in, which made him blush in seeming embarrasment.

"Don't worry Kazuma, they're normally just jealous of us," I told him, earning a few snorts of derision and sudden jealousy from those who'd been rude. Kazuma shook his head though as I easily brought him back to his feet.

"I don't care about them. I just had a fantastic view down your top," He admitted, leaning forwards and kissing my open chest without a care in the world. I heard another scoff from the crowd but couldn't care less as I brought my arms around Kazuma.

His hands squeezed into my rear. Though he was shorter than me, I tried to let him lead as much as possible, though it became more difficult as our touches once more became so electric. That internal heat we loved to stoke with each other's bodies. This close I could feel that lovely third leg of his start beating to life, helped by my mostly uncovered leg slipping in between his and rubbing up and down his pant that he'd stored it in.

It was a fantastic memory I would hold onto forever, and I'm sure I could have used the earrings to continue but soon our erotic fun was interrupted by the waiter of the restaurant calling out to the crowd "Dustiness Ford party of two? Your table's ready!"

We finally disconnected and adjusted our clothes. Panting at each other and barely saying a word lest we both give in to temptations. This date was getting hard, for all three of us (Kazuma's dick included), but we silently agreed to stay on track and walked towards the restaurant proper. Ignoring the jealous whispers from the onlookers who were trying to replicate our energy with hugs and kisses of their own.

“I’m sorry if this date is bad…”

We'd been shown to our table now, it was a simple table amidst the others but we did have a nice window view of the nearby park. The owner Michelangelo had come over to welcome us personally, while also giving heavy 'I hate you, please leave' vibes, which I always appreciated from my dining experiences. The short man with a loveable face and large round belly was usually so pleasant to everyone, but wore a heavy grimace while interacting with us and telling the two of us that if anything goes wrong he would come after us with the 'strength of all his ancestors'. Whatever that meant. He didn't stick around though, just gave us our warnings and let the waiter take over so we could choose our food and drinks.

With the owner and waiter moving on from us, we were left alone.

And sat across from me, was Kazuma.

I had instantly forgotten everything that had ever happened to me. No conversation topics, no interesting anecdotes, and no idea what to say to your date as he's looking out the window quietly. I'd wanted to wow him, to show him a lovely evening with a noble, but every second of silence felt like a nail in the coffin of my future. There was clearly boredom, he was fiddling with his fork! He looked so calm and serene, and probably so ready to just reject my feelings at a moments notice, I couldn't help but apologise...

Kazuma gave me an eyebrow, “Bad? Nah, seems pretty normal to me.”

“I-w-what?”

He just laughed at my flustered feelings. “Jeez Lalatina, I thought you liked teasing.”

I sighed in relief and frustration. Something about that word has changed all meaning, and he knew it, the meanie. At least he was laughing, the night isn't lost yet.

“I’ve just… never been on a date before. I don’t really know the, um, protocols.” I admitted.

"Ha, 'protocols'. Like we're on a mission? Man, it's nice to not be the awkward one on a date," He snickered, making me pout again at his bullying, “I mean, you’ve hung out with, ya know, people before. It’s like that but more focused on each other. Finding out stuff you wanna know, vibing with their personality, seeing if you’re a good match for the other.”

I took a large ragged breath as my mind tried to work through what he was saying. We just have to get to know each other. On paper, it made sense. But in practice? Now that I’m here? It was like that paper was written in a dead language only a feral bull could explain. How does one get to know each other? Why was this room so damn sweaty?

His hand reached over and brushed against mine, the electricity making me look directly at his caring eyes. "Chill out, take a breathe, the most important part is to just relax and have fun, okay? There's no pressure here, I'm already having a good time with you."

My heart needed a few moments, but it did finally relax as I focused on his touch. Perhaps I was overthinking this. Kazuma would reject me when the time is right, and I've sworn to have a good time regardless. I should at least enjoy the meal before throwing myself into the dregs of madness.

“Thank you.” I smiled, taking my other hand and clasping his briefly. It was a nice moment before we both retreated to our respective table sides. I was still pondering the thought a little though, “So, finding out what you want to know is step one?" He nodded. I placed my hand on my heart, "Then by my honour as a knight, I vow to answer any question truthfully and to the best of my ability. Please Kazuma, is there anything you would like to ask me?”

He tapped his fork against his chin in thought. “A chance for Darkness to answer some questions honestly? A tempting idea." He mulled, looking at my determined face as he determined my fate, "They could get pretty personal though…”

“T-that's fine! I so badly wish this date to go well, anything you want to ask I’ll answer.”

Like the torturous man I know he is, he took his time answering. He lowered his eyebrow, studying me while sipping at his drink, before finally shrugging in acceptance.

“Fine, fine. But! We do it on my terms. It will be three no holds barred questions each, back and forth. That way you can ask anything super personal of me as well and I won’t feel as bad. And they have to be good questions on your end too or else the game is over, I don't want to ask something then you ask 'how was your day' or some BS. We do this properly, yeah?”

The agreement was made. We even shook on it to make sure neither of us could back out of it. Though part of me certainly feared the questions he would ask of me...