Rumours

Viridescent Venturers
Harpstring Moon
Spreading Out

A rumour had started in Garreg Mach. A glorious rumour, a tantalising rumour, a rumour that would shake the very foundation of everyone inside its walls.

“Fuck off.”

Yet, it was being met with pretty harsh resistance.

“I’m serious! I’m getting this from a premium source!” said Catherine, who had been a little too eager to start this tea party in the teacher’s lounge with Shamir to share the unbelievable information.

Shamir tightened her eyes at Catherine, “...who?”

Catherine looked less confident with each passing moment, “...a premium-”

“Who is your ‘premium’ source, Catherine?”

“...okay, I happened to hear Ferdinand and Caspar talking, and-”

“I repeat: fuck off.” said Shamir, sipping at her tea that had finally cooled.

“Why would they lie?!” Catherine exclaimed in exasperation, not that it moved Shamir a single inch from her sassy stance. “They didn’t even know I was listening in on them, and they were talking about a student having a boner and fucking a girl!”

“First of all: they’re guys. They probably don’t even really know what sex entails, let alone be able to identify it from a distance,” Shamir huffed back. “Second: did they even see it? Or are you hearing what you want to hear?”

“I-!” Catherine started, shoulders slumping like a deflating balloon, “I… yeah… they had only heard it as a rumour themselves… but man, wouldn’t it be great if it were true? Finding a young man so full of cum and lust that he needs a sexy older woman to guide him through maturity~”

Shamir sighed along with her, nodding, “Obviously, yeah. It’s how a bunch of steamy novels start. Hell, it’s half the reason I agreed to become a teacher in the first place.”

“Still not impossible. The rumour has to have come from somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Shamir, “I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

Byleth had just finished her first day of teaching. The Golden Deer were a nice group. Studious learners, and open to new ideas from the bounty hunter’s experiences.

The real struggle had been Kazuma’s eyes. Always keeping a knowing look on her person with a playful yet hungry grin. Sometimes he stared into her eyes, daring her to strip in front of class for him. Other times he would just gaze upon her body like he was remembering their glorious fornication all around the room they sat in.

Byleth wondered how Darkness had gotten anything done with such veracious eyes staring at her chest.

What was worse was when she noticed what he was doing with his hands. Marianne sat right beside him, and when her attention did shift to the blue haired girl often times a deep blush was cast upon her cheeks. Kazuma’s fingers were nowhere to be seen, but his arm at an angle that told Byleth exactly which pussy he was currently stroking. She found it highly distracting, yet so arousing to not want to stop. Just the thought of Kazuma’s dick growing harder under the table made her so hot.

No one could tell though. Byleth didn’t even blush; she was that in control of her emotions. Though some did wonder if she was sweating when they noticed a few droplets of liquid around the floor beneath her skirt.

Unfortunately she had to keep up appearances, and thus had to bid the whole class including Kazuma adieu. She couldn’t keep him behind on the first day, though she would more than likely hunt down his room to give him a new chore of pleasuring her frustrated pussy.

After the class had concluded, Byleth had to stay behind to finish her initial ‘class report’. A questionnaire that Seteth was making her fill out to see her initial thoughts on her class, supposedly so she could compare her notes to later in the year. She believed it had an ulterior motive though. Seteth had been rather surprised that Byleth had taken Kazuma directly under her wing upon arriving, and this questionnaire was perhaps being used as a gauge to find out what Byleth saw in Kazuma. She didn’t mind. She could play this mindless game of cat and mouse–it would arouse more suspicion to not fill out the questionnaire–but it still ate into the time she could be playing with the other girls.

“So, Kazuma finally got his teacher.”

Byleth was torn from her papers when someone sat down on her desk. His ass shifting her name plate before he brazenly leant back.

“Hello Claude,” said Byleth calmly, putting down her quill to address the boy sat on her desk, “How can I help?”

Claude chuckled, “Oh, it’s not me you can assist, Teach. Though it seems you’ve already helped Kazuma plenty~”

“I’m assuming your original comment means you know of Kazuma’s special gift,” she continued, “What does ‘The Schemer’ want with him?”

“I just like to know who my allies are, don’t you?” Claude never broke his smirk, even as he turned away from Byleth to stare towards the door, “I’m sure we both know that Kazuma doesn’t fully realise the gravity of his own situation. I’m sure he’ll appreciate all the allies he can get soon enough.”

It had been a while since Hubert had been summoned to Edelgard's room. He stayed close to her side whenever he needed, but would leave her be whenever she needed to relieve her curse of feminine lust. This could and would often taken long enough that he could settle many needed matters and return to her room before he was summoned, he even prided himself on often subconsciously knowing when his fair lady was satisfied, but not today. Dorothea passed him on her way out as they had apparently wrapped far earlier than usual. Without a word to the songstress he entered the space and knelt before Edelgard, as she stared out her window completely naked with pussy clearly still dripping.

“Hubert,” said Edelgard, eyes not turning back to grace him with her gaze, “Do you think there’s any credence to these rumours?”

There was a brief pause as he considered his response. He knew, of course, the exact rumours she spoke of, even if the details changed per person regaling the tale. A man had been seen bending a woman over by the stables and doing her raw, or maybe he was in bed with her with her legs around his back, or perhaps even her riding him in a tree, all while sporting an ever growing fictitious erection. The desires of females baffled Hubert, but this was a strangely pervasive perverted rumour.

He shook his head, “No, Lady Edelgard. The rumours are clearly fake, perhaps being used to distract the female population from their studies. Would there truly be a fabled ‘erection’ out there then the woman who received his coital thrusting would surely have evacuated him out of Garreg Mach for their own personal enjoyment by now. I’d say it is best to forget about this fake.”

“...”

There was a long pause as Edelgard stayed staring out of her window.

She knew to follow Hubert’s advice. To forget about the rumour, forget about the woman or women who were all getting their pussies reamed by a real flesh and blood stud beneath her nose, forget about the long and hard pole that could be right next door…

“Find him.”

“Lady Edelgard, you must understand there is a chance there isn't even a man to find. Perhaps there is a woman with a crest capable of forcing erections and memory loss on its victims, and that is why no one-”

“Find. Him.”

Hubert internally sighed and externally nodded.

“As you wish.”

The mood in the Blue Lion dorm room was dour. Sour. Had been for an hour.

A lot of quiet planning and thoughts being shared between the three men. They had come to a pretty unanimous agreement, and were now waiting to speak their truths to the one that could make a difference.

“My word, these tracksuits are truly freeing! I can’t believe the time I saved in my…!”

Dimitri had returned to his room expecting it to be empty, not to see the other three male members of the Blue Lion house to be sat around waiting for him. Frowns on their faces that only seemed to deepen at his exclamation of love for tracksuit freedom. “Dedue, Sylvain, Felix! I apologise, this wasn’t… Is everything alright?”

As soon as he’d closed the door, he recognised the tension in the air. He wished he could change out of his navy blue tracksuit, but it didn’t seem like the time.

“Sire, have you heard the rumour?” asked Dedue.

“Rumour? Well no, Dedue. I’ve been enjoying a brisk walk in solitude today,” he admitted, sitting down on the empty chair that they’d left open for him around the small circle, “What rumour has you all so shaken?”

Dedue took the responsibility to explain, “....there’s a rumour that one of the students… can get hard.”

Dimitri tried to consider the implications, “Hard? Are you saying their crest allows the creation of some sort of rock-like skin?”

Sylvain shook his head, “No, as in he can get a boner. Willingly. He actually enjoys having sex with a hard penis.”

“I see,” said Dimitri, nodding along. After a few seconds of silence he changed to shaking his head, “No, I don’t. Why is this news so alarming?”

Felix just growled in annoyance, “For fuck’s sake, Boar Prince. You must know the whims of women. How lust crazed those ravenous harlots can be when they receive even the spark of male attention.” he continued to grill. “This isn’t just a single student’s problem, it’s all of ours. Do you not realise the position this puts Garreg Mach in politically? It just received a resource of infinite desire for every queen, noblewoman, and female ruler. If this rumour gets out… we could have a full scale war on our hands.”

“My word, that is serious,” said Dimitri, stroking his chin at the news. “And we’re sure these rumours hold water?”

Sylvain sighed, “We’re unsure. Could be some lonely girl with an overactive imagination who is lying to make other girls like her, but then girls have a good way of weeding out the liars like that. Apparently there was at least three girls that have found white sticky evidence as well.”

“The fact that this rumour even reached the male population is cause for concern, your highness,” said Dedue. “Though this could be due to an uptick in women looking into the men’s rooms and changing areas trying to find the man that can get hard.”

Something in Dimitri’s mind clicked, “Is that why so many girls were staring at me today? I thought they were admiring my tracksuit…”

“They weren't,” said Felix, bluntly.

“If he’s real, whoever this guy is, he should be keeping his head down, but we can’t trust that the secrecy will last forever,” said Sylvain, leaning forward in his chair, “We’ve been talking and for the safety of everyone we think that we may need to find this erection man… and get him far away from Garreg Mach.”