Byleth Meets A Lot of People...

"What are you doing?" Deborah asked.

Upon entering the vast audience chamber of marbled floors and grand chandeliers filled with a light smattering of people here and there, her brother had immediately turned to take a seat at one of the long line of tables that ran down the sides of the room.

He had his chin propped up on his clasped fists, his elbows on the table as he stared at the occupants of the chamber, students in the main but there were also nuns, servants, guardsman, and various visiting nobles. "Savoring this moment. Appreciating it."

"What?" She drifted closer, propping her hip on the edge of the table beside him, "Being elevated to your absolutely secret goal of being a school teacher? Heh. Fooled me. You know you're going to have to talk... a lot. And like really get involved with other people."

"No. Not that."

"What then?" She leaned in to look into those blue eyes that were so like her own.

He smirked ever so slightly and laid his gaze on her treasure chest that she'd just happened to push into his vision before taking a look around with arched eyebrows.

Oh. That. She chuckled, "Ah. A whole damn monastery full of tits. Yea. You're loving this, alright. Not a price you wouldn't pay for this opportunity. Like a fox in the hen house...heheh... "

About half the people in here were women, a far cry from the Breaker's Band that inexplicably only two other women counted on its rolls besides herself. Neither of which had partaken on this last job. She straightened and stretched, taking a deep breath that caused her big chest to expand pointedly, "Still, I doubt a one of these ladies has anything on your dear sis."

He turned his head and enjoyed the view but his hands remained still. Ugh. When had he last grabbed the girls? She was starting to feel unappreciated and that was unthinkable. This particular cuirass not only provided decent protection without slowing her down, it also looked damn good hugging her big curves and still stopping short enough to reveal her taut sexy tummy. Granted her beauty wasn't her defining characteristic, her physical strength and ferocity with her battle-axe was that, but her sex appeal was a tool in her arsenal, creating opportunities when her majority male opponents let themselves become distracted or underestimated her. She'd learned that from the whores her brother and the rest visited to sate their male lusts.

Byleth reached out towards her breasts and she couldn't help but grin and start to tease him when he simply adjusted her medallion so that it and the magenta tassel hanging from it were properly centered in the canyon between her boobs. She sighed and rolled her eyes at his silent trolling.

She decided to change the subject. Something that had been nagging in her mind ever since their audience with the goddess' own Archbishop! "What the hell do you think is going on here anyway, By? How are we suddenly teachers here at Garrag Mach out of nowhere?"

Deneb would never admit it openly but between the two of them, her brother was the more intelligent and learned. Which was fine cause she was the one with the brawn and the social graces (not that he was weak, he was a fine warrior of inexhaustible stamina but she could always beat him in an arm-wrestling match, not to mention he was absolutely dismal with a proper tool of destruction like the battle-axe!).

"I think it has more to do with father than us. Part of wooing him back into service."

Yea, she could see that. They'd passed a priest and a knight in the hall singing dad's praises and being ever so excited that he'd returned, "Still to trust the training of the creme of the noble crop's youth to us? I mean - the heirs, the future emperor of Adrestria, the king of Faerghus, to a couple of mercenary brats?"

"They're noble spawn they'll get the finest training no matter what we do here at the academy with them. Besides with our showing at the village and the fact we're Jeralt's offspring, they assume our competence, it's in 'our blood'. That's how nobles think."

"Well. I am awesome. That's true. Don't know the first thing about teaching though...." She raised her voice suddenly, "Can you believe dad was the Captain of the Knights of Seiros!"

Typically, her brother acted as if he'd actually suspected this all along with the use of only a few words. Then he got to his feet and made a show of loosening up his fingers, his eyes filled with avarice for the small bosoms slowly walking through the audience chamber or sitting at other tables and holding conversations. Then he strode off, leaving her perched on the side of the table. She scoffed and called after him, "Aren't you going to say good-bye? I'm the most powerful woman you know for real!"

She knew he was doing this to just get under her skin. It wasn't like she wanted him to fondle her jugs! It just pissed her off cause he was supposed to be this oh so discerning connoisseur of breasts and- fuck! why was she obsessing over this? Her tits were awesome, she had the men of their band tripping over their own tongues around her, unable to act on their fervent desire due to their respect for their captain, her dad, and their righteous respect for her strength and skill.

What followed was baldly predictable as Byleth casually strode around the vast room, wandering from woman to woman, feeling up their chests. Not even really talking to them. Responding with just a word or two, or actually only a grunt or a hand gesture, leaving her to pick up the slack and make with the small-talk. This was normal for him and fortunately, none of the various ladies seemed to mind, whether it was a trio of pretty academy students, a nun trying to get to a service she was late for, or a noblewoman trying to pay her respects to the son buried within the monastery's catacombs.

By reminded her of a butterfly wandering from flower to flower fitfully and soon enough the two of them found themselves exiting the building for the extensive grounds and gardens outside. Her brother continued to suit his passion while she- OHMYGODDESS! Such cute cats!

Oh look at that tabby just laying out in the sun and Oh! That one's licking its paw so cutely! And that one's actually stalking a BUTTERFLY!

Deneb did not spend an absurd amount of time playing with the three cats inhabiting this courtyard. She managed to tear herself away just in time to see her brother walking past a heavily armored knight in the distance and she ran after him.

The knight took a step to block her path as she approached, brandishing his large ornate shield, "You can't go past here, miss."

"What? You let my brother walk right past you!"

"Him? He's allowed through."

"Why though?"

He heaved a large sigh that sent his armor creaking, "The area is restricted to most people. Obviously, certain people who have legitimate business there are allowed through."

"What are you talking about? We just got here. You can't possibly have any orders about him. But whatever, maybe you did and you missed a couple details through that thick helmet. I'm a teacher too so it is perfectly normal that I'm allowed to go wherever my brother goes and do everything my brother gets to do. Got it?"

The knight was silent for a long moment before he continued in an embarrassed tone, lowering his shield and stepping to the side, "Ah. Right. My apologies, professor. Please go ahead."

Feeling very good about her ability to exert her will upon a Knight of Seiros, Deneb confidently strode past, a spring in her step. She'd made it about ten feet when By walked past saying, "It's just the stables, an expedition heading out. They're in full plate." Meaning, the female knight's breasts were currently inaccessible to her brother's hands.

She sighed and dutifully followed after her brother. This was so normal for him.

"Ooh! There's Dimitri!" she said with a bit of excitement for the handsome blonde lord, "He can tell us about his class, which is what we're supposed to be doing right now..."

Deneb was a bit torn actually as she found the tall future king to be quite dashing, his somewhat stiff honor-bound personality endearing. Personality wise care-free relaxed Claude was more her speed, his handsome face and mess of dark hair undeniably sexy. Not that she should be choosing her class based on the sexual attractiveness of their heads, but what was she supposed to do? She hadn't been properly prepared for this sudden choice!

Dimitri bowed, being so cutely respectful, those long golden bangs falling around his eyes surprisingly messily for one so seemingly tightly wound, "Please, treat me as a simple student here at the academy. Here, your stations as professors are higher than my own. I still have much to learn, but I'm confident I could benefit greatly from your guidance, should one of you choose my house to guide. In any case, welcome to the monastery."

"I hear you're investigating the different houses here. Did any of the Blue Lions catch your attention?"

Her brother told the future king yes, and preceded to ask about the girls of the prince's house, managing to do so without making it seem awkward that his interest was only for one gender. Still, he refrained from asking the questions he truly wanted to ask and it was up to her as his loving sister to assist-

"What my brother is really interested in: is their tits? So you mind telling us about them?"

"Uh..." Dimitri's eyes widened and he actually blushed, " I mean I can't say that I've seen any of their chests uncovered, uh this seems highly improper."

"Oh come on. You can at least tell him who has a big pair, right? Like this." She lightly laid her hands on the front of her cuirass and gently shook her torso back and while leaning forward a bit, "I'm pretty gifted, right?"

The full on heir to an entire realm continued to blush and stammer a bit at her antics while Byleth had the gall to brace his arm against his side and place his face in his hand and sigh, "Size isn't everything."

She scoffed loudly and swung her arm in the direction of his pelvis, "That's rich! Coming from you, the one the men call the 'whore-breaker'!"

Dimitri looked a bit stricken and uncomfortable, his fine cheekbones taking on the most lovely shade of pink, "Ah... do you visit such establishments often, professor?"

He opened his mouth to explain but Deborah was having too much fun, "Oh yea, my lord! Us mercenaries normally visit brothels at every opportunity, you know we're, one and all, a lusty lot!"

Goddess, she needed to get her cunt smashed. It wasn't going to be by this beautiful prince, no doubt he'd sooner slit his own throat than potentially seed her hungry commoner womb with a royal bastard. Instinctively, she made her decision for the Golden Deer house as it seemed likely that Claude would be the more likely head of house to plumb her sopping depths.