Kazuma Goes On Jobseekers

Petra’s hand ran along the wall by Kazuma’s bed. The stonework felt coarse and rugged, but most importantly: cold. A welcome relief from the near tortuous boiled state her body was currently in.

It had been a long few hours before the princess was freed from the curse of the Viriled cock, and right now she was lying completely flat on the bed, jism leaking from anywhere it could. The sweaty heat of the room clung to her, even more so than the burning summer heats of Brigid. Even the bed itself felt like a sticky savannah, clinging to her skin thanks to the layer of male and female juices covering it.

And Petra loved every second of it.

The experiences would stay with her forever, she felt so wonderfully satisfied, so magnificently used, so beautifully loved. Even as Kazuma continued to fuck Marianne on his desk chair, leaving Petra alone to stew, she could still feel the echoes of his cock thrusting away inside of her.

She could look around the room and remember all of the sexual positions they tried together. The corner she knelt while licking a male’s asshole as Marianne sucked him off, the desk she lied on giving ‘a hot dog’ to Kazuma before letting him ‘ream’ her ass, and obviously the bed, a welcome ally during the dual boob stroking, the armpit licking, and the full nelson pistoning. Kazuma was not only a man who had perfect control over his tool, he was also a genius in terms of sexual knowledge. Like he’d spent years of his life studying scriptures of fiction dedicated to depicting such acts, though Petra had no idea how.

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“That’s it! That’s it… I’m done.” I finally declared, having pumped my final load into Marianne’s pussy, the seeping gunk joining so many similar piles on the floor while the blue haired woman dutifully cleaned me off. “Hips weak, mind sleepy, balls empty… woof.”

After swallowing the last of my cum, Marianne didn’t even have the energy to stand, just resting her head between my thighs while I pet her hair. Everything was hot and sticky, so we just stayed with this loose connection for a few minutes while everyone caught their breath, “You did amazingly, Kazuma.” My main girl hummed into my crotch with a little peck on my cock, “and I think Petra really enjoyed herself.”

“Mmmn…” Was all the brown beaut could let out, twitching away on my bed, ass in the air like she was getting fucked by my ghost.

With a little chuckle, I couldn’t help but feel great, stretching out my arms to put my hands behind my back, “Weellll! You know how I dooo~! Hehehehehe. This school really is-!”

…ah yeah.

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

I had trailed off when I realised my tenancy had been threatened only a few hours ago. “Ah fuck. I had too much fun with the, ya know, sexy sex, that I forgot about my actual real world problems.” I sighed. Stepping around my girl and getting up off the chair and beginning to gather some of my clothes I’d discarded.

Marianne slowly got up off the floor with worry on her permanently worried face, “Um, what’s your real world problems? Is it m-?”

“Money. It’s always goddamn money.” I bitterly hissed at that horrid wheel of fate. As tired as I felt after such a thorough fuckening, I knew I had to get started, I’d already spent too much of the day with these two, “I’ll get kicked out of the school if I don’t earn enough to pay tuition.” Pained gasps of horror from both girls made me feel a little better, “Not only that, I need to make sure I don’t come dead last in that big Hogwarts house battle coming up.”

Petra tilted her head after correcting herself on the bed, “The battle of the three houses?”

“That, yeah.”

Marianne was doing that little awkward shuffle she does when she wants to speak but doesn’t know how to say words, “Um, a-about the money…”

“No.”

“N-no?”

“No, I’m not letting you pay for me.” I immediately insisted. Her face looked sad, like she was super happy to help but was denied the chance, “Look, it’s a good last resort, but not only does it look suspicious as fuck from an outside perspective, I’d feel like a petulant child if you paid for me. It’s a lot of money, I think, I should earn it properly. I didn’t take Darkness’ money and I won’t take yours either, that’s that!”

Though Marianne frowned, Petra perked up, “You are friends with the darkness? Impressive. This should give you tactical advantage during the night. How did you manage it? Have you seduced a darkness Goddess?”

I shuddered at her question. “No, thankfully I’ve never slept with any Goddess’.” I shuddered another time completely uncontrollably, “Darkness is the name of one of my friends I used to have. She was a noble, and a perverted tank. I’m not friends with the concept of the dark.”

She looked rather disappointed at that, “Oh…”

“...but I could probably get my friend the water Goddess to bless you, if you’d like?”

Her eyes lit up in excitement, “You would do that for me?! My people’s crops always enjoy blessings of rain during this warm summer. Would I need to get them to pray to her?”

“Aqua’s ego is big enough already, I’ll just give her a bottle of bubbly and she’ll do whatever I say.”

“Incredible…”

Marianne was still clearly upset with me, “Kazuma, you shouldn’t lie to Petra like that…”

“It ain’t… never mind. I can prove it next time I die.”

“N-next time?!” She asked with a frazzled frown, “This… this is a lot to process. I r-really want to help you, Kazuma. Are you sure you won’t take my money?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Look, I’m no saint, but imagine if I get pulled back to Axel right when Marianne pays for me? She’d be saddled with a huge debt for a bum like me, all because I took the easy road. I’m not planning on leaving this paradise, but fate has my face on its dart board, and I’m just waiting for it to hit a bullshit bullseye again. “Thanks for offering, but I want to do this myself.”

She looked like she really didn’t like that answer but nodded at the decision all the same. With a kiss on her forehead I made sure to get her to smile at least one more time before I left.

Turning back to the door, I inhaled deeply, “Okay, I need money! Is there a job board, bounty hunter list, or some other kind of equivalent money finding display?”

“There are both jobs and hunter quests for the knights, found usually by the barracks and the market.” Petra explained, having already gotten dressed and prepping herself to follow me out the door, “What job are you wanting to be taking?”

With one final gallant look towards the two of them I already knew the answer.

“All of them!”

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Thus began Kazuma’s incredibly busy week.

There had indeed been many jobs for him to take up, lining the job board were plenty of requests and small busy work duties that many overlooked. Overworked teachers would probably never even know there was a request board, it was so insignificant. But Kazuma was **** enough that he’d do anything.

Thankfully he was equipped with a very specific set of skills.

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On Monday, it was helping out in the kitchens. The job board had been vague, and Kazuma still had to attend class, but after he was done he raced to the kitchen and Kazuma had been able to really let loose for the dinner rush.

Garreg Mach wasn’t a poor place in the country, but even it sometimes struggled with keeping supplies up. Spice and flavour occasionally had to take a backseat for feeding the masses that lived there.

Before Kazuma’s time there it had been a similar case in Axel, but magic had been sewn into the fabric of the land’s people. Skills were the lifeblood, the backbone, which Kazuma had appreciated as he learned abilities from as many different classes as he could to help his own little life.

“Oh wow, the food’s tasting really good today!” Raphael cheered out, louder than the rest of the mess hall but certainly not going against the general consensus.

The yakisoba had never been seen before, but the meal would go down in history as one of their favourites. Such a delicious blend of noodles, spices, vegetables, and meat. Plates were cleaned, laughs were shared, and most of the student body went for seconds. Raphael alone managing fifteen bowls of noodles all by himself. Even Rhea had received a bowl, though no one knew what she truly thought of it.

Behind the scenes, Kazuma explained it all. “It’s a spell, see?” said Kazuma, “Auto-spice. As soon as you’ve cooked the meal, you can apply the magic and voila! Meat with soy, noodles with salt, and vegetables that aren’t disgustingly plain.” Though he’d been winning them over, some of the senior chefs frowned at him at that comment, “Hey, you can’t look at me and not agree that those parsnips were the peak of flavour, Harold!”

Though he did well, and was paid good enough for the day’s work, Kazuma would regret teaching Auto-Spice and Cooking skills to the chefs. Why would they need him for a second day? He had officially taught them how to catch their proverbial fish.

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“The armours… they’re all fixed!”

On Tuesday, a mind was blown. Gilbert had never seen anything like it. The stranger from a foreign land had only been in there a day, with a single hammer and some metal, yet the entire platoon’s armour looked as good as new. Like it had just been crafted yesterday.

“Yep, I’m amazing. I can come back here every day to make them just as flawless, for a nominal fee, of course.”

Though Kazuma had a bill ready for the man, the stoic older gentlemen seemed confused both at the paper and his attitude, “But… they are already fixed? I appreciate your work, boy, but you smithed years of damage away in a single day. I don’t expect them to need another day of care like that for at least half a decade.”

“...fuck.”

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“Hey, do you hear about the weird forest fires going on?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, that. Gotta be just a monster or something, right?”

“Probably. Though the reports say the fires always destroy something in a circle…”

---

Wednesday was pantry sorting, and on Thursday he was watching the skies for guard duty. But what was he doing between all the days?

Sleep was important, but so was making sure his libido stayed under wraps. Too many gorgeous women were walking around who could spot a Kazuma sized bulge a mile away, so regular trips to Marianne for some draining was done every day after work. They agreed to save Hilda as a treat for when Kazuma wasn’t so busy, but with how often they caught her masturbating outside they decided their window to let Petra in as a regular.

It was nice, almost wholesome to be able to go back to his room to have Marianne and Petra waiting there after a long day of work. Both were eager to please him, and Marianne was able to show her new consort the kind of skimpy outfits that really made him leap at them after a long day.

Sex was their bread and butter, though sometimes they spiced things up between the three of them.

“T-these animal ears are strange, Kazuma. Do you wish me to be born a dog?” Asked Petra, the brown dog ear headband that he’d made sitting neatly in her hair. “If you did, the seed you just filled up my lower lips with is perhaps concerning.”

“No no, not a furry.” He replied, placing down the dog food bowl on the floor beneath her, “I just wanted to try some pet play with you. Pet-ra play, if you will.” Slowly he guided her to squat over the bowl, “Now, let my cum drip from your cunt into the bowl before eating it like a dog.”

Petra’s eyes were sparkling with excitement, taking the degrading stance willingly and stimulating her slit for the river of cum to seep from inside her and into the bowl. “Mmph~ Your homeland is a place I’d very much like to visit, Kazuma. For them to have created such a genius, it must be an amazing place.”

“A-and why am I doing this too?” Asked Marianne next to her, having taken the same position with her white cat ear headband, hands behind head and dripping into her own bowl.

“I was worried I was being a bit racist by making only Petra do it. Besides, you’re just my perfect little pussy, aren’t you?”

She sighed a heated breath, never really knowing how to take a compliment, “Y-yes…” Marianne quietly agreed, before following Petra to the floor.

Their faces dove into their respective bowls, licking long licks of jism from the metal with their rears up high behind them. It was everything Kazuma wanted to see and more. Their degrading positions while their eyes stared at him with desire. Especially as he slowly jerked my cock at them once more, sitting on his chair like their master.

They’d spend the rest of the night filling the bowls up again.

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On Friday Kazuma was doing all the really minor jobs and requests. Cutting weeds from the gardens, finding lost gloves using foresight…

…and teaching would-be-kings how to sew.

“I admit, I did not expect your face to be the one that accepted my request, Satou Kazuma.” said Dimitri, a smile on his face even as confusion sat in his stomach, “It seems you’ve been making quite the splash all over Garreg Mach. A commendable attitude, I must say.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, thanks.” He dismissively nodded, not wanting to spend too much time in another guy’s room, “Okay, watch me do it and then you should be good.”

Though Dimitri was about to protest, he was speechless as Kazuma’s hands worked the seam. The idea for the teaching was just so Dimitri did not have to rely on others so often, learning at least one skill to help would bring peace to the prince. Dedue had restricted the choices, no cleaning, nothing with heavy labour, and nothing in front of others, eventually settling on sewing buttons back on. A simple request, and one that Kazuma made look frighteningly easy. The practice shirt, a garment that had been ruined in a training mishap, looked as new as the day he got it. Buttons sewn on AND the gash down the side invisible.

“Alright, now you do it.”

“My word. I think you overestimated my eyes’ ability to learn that quickly.” said Dimitri with a apologetic shrug, raising the string and the needle up to his teacher, “How does one… get it in the hole?”

Kazuma wished this world had a better sense of innuendos.

Grabbing the two items, Kazuma just frowned at the time he was wasting here, “You guys always make it more complicated than it is. It was the same with those chefs... I shouldn’t even have to be teaching you this. You all have spells, yeah? Teachable spells?”

Dimitri nodded, “Combat has an array of wizards and mages-”

“Yeah, exactly, I bet there’s some fireball magic, or whatever. That is just a skill that the magic types have that they can teach anyone. You see them do it, you can start to figure it out all your own until you gain proficiency, yeah?”

The prince thought his teacher seemed to be going back to basics, “I understand spells, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Axel, the place I’m from, just learned how to condense more than just skills for combat and healing. If a shoe shiner could make a spell that embodies his skills for shoe shining, then the next person he teaches would be able to learn how to shine shoes just as well as he could. All humans are just copycats at heart, but we use that skill sharing shit to grow and learn and help each other survive. All the Saturday Morning Cartoon lessons.”

“Well, apart from that last part, I think you’re making some sense. This Axel sounds like a wonderful place that I’d like to visit one day.” The prince smiled, and Kazuma thought he’d probably get along with Iris, “Though, does that not mean the shoe shiner would be out of business?”

“There’s like… mastery over skills and such. Over there you’d need to change your class into shoe shiner and dedicate your life to it once you learn. No one wants to waste the points on something like that when there’s a dedicated shoe guy, ya know? Only low level adventurers who don’t pick a class can pick up so many varied skills.”

“I see, so this is why you-?”

“Are you going to learn sewing or not?”

He chuckled, realising his words, “I shall. Thank you, Kazuma. Perhaps you can teach me more skills in the future.”

“Yeah, great. Let’s get this over with, I’m meeting Marianne in the stables after this.”

“My word, you are busy. Helping tend animals today too?”

“...sure.”

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“It’s… not enough. Not even close.”

I sighed at my big bag of money, knowing I was needing probably a thousand more bags like it in order to keep living here.

Sure a week of odd jobs was one thing, but this was tuition at the best private school in the whole country. Damn prince and princess’ go here.

I needed to go bigger.

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“You wish me to… paint you?”

Kazuma rapidly shook his head, “No, god no. I want you to draw what I write, then we turn it into… sequential art that tells a story. You’re an art guy, right?”

Others in the library all looked at the two with a little bit of disdain for Kazuma. Not only was he being loud, bothering Ignatz, but this plan sounded quite stupid. The green haired boy himself was rather unimpressed as he pushed the oval glasses up his nose, “...a child’s picture book?”

“Yeah, but for adults!”

“Why would an adult not just read a book?”

“Because sometimes it’s nicer to look at pictures!” Kazuma insisted once more getting the librarian choir of derisive whispers, “Look, just do one book for me and I can mass produce it for everyone. I got a photocopying skill from Sena back when I was doing community service for her. We’ll split the proceeds, you make some extra bucks, it’ll be great!”

Ignatz sighed, wishing he could just go back to the peace of the library before this stranger walked in, “Mr. Kazuma, if you’ve already written it, why not just publish what you’ve written?”

“Trust me. These are way better seen, green bean.” He said, pushing his stack of manuscripts towards the boy with a grin. “I’ve got about five different ideas here, just read through them and pick your favourite, then we’ll talk, okay?”

“Fine.”

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“And behold, a lighter! It lights up using the flint and the oil inside!” Anna once more demonstrated, earning many claps from around the people that had gathered.

“Amazing! This’ll make campfires so much easier to create!”

“I’ll take a box!”

“I’ll take three!”

Business had really started to boom for Kazuma. Especially after he’d become an ideas guy for the local shop owner, Anna. That girl really knew people, it was like she was connected to everyone! Any time that he needed tools or resources to make an item Anna would be able to source it within the next day. The cute redhead was also on his short list of women to add to the harem, but he was still trying to be good until the money was definitely there. Disappointing a ton of women by leaving would break his harem fueled heart.

“Thanks for another great item, Kazuma!” Anna beamed, slapping him on the shoulder, “Anything else you’re cooking for me?”

“Oh yeah.” He smiled, handing her another list of ingredients, “Get me these items and I should be able to make a little table that heats you as you sit at it. The Kotatsu.”

Anna gave him a big thumbs up, “Sounds great! I’ll be ready to put it into production as soon as you get me the prototype!” With one last handshake, Anna went off to go get the items needed for said prototype. Leaving Kazuma to stand and admire his handiwork-

“I did all five of them.”

The sudden interruption of five books slamming onto the table surprised Kazuma more than it should. He looked at

“Wait, seriously?” Kazuma asked, quickly flicking through the top one, “Shit, this is really good… did you sleep, green bean?”

The deep bags under “No… I was just sucked into the worlds you came up with so much… it felt wrong not to acquiesce to your requests… all the others in the library agreed with me that you HAVE to write more. Where do you come up with your ideas?”

“Oh… you know… just spend a lot of time thinking about stuff…” Kazuma lied through his teeth.

“But these worlds are so intricate! A ninja school in the village of Konoha, a man who can see ghosts and fights demons in his hometown, a guild of mages going on quests together, the struggle of a small town that have been surrounded by horrific titans, and the legendary warrior that has powers beyond my dreams: Son Goku… there must be more to these stories! Please!”

“Look, you did real nice art here, dude.” Kazuma deflected, “Next time, we can save time by keeping it black and white, and maybe I should have been more clear about what Naruto looks like, but once the profits come in from this wave I’ll be sure to give you the scripts for the next wave, okay?”

“I-I’ll tell everyone where they can buy their copies! This is going to be a big hit, I know it!”

“I hope so, green bean. Maybe this’ll all work out after all.”

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Dedue was a bit concerned by the subtle changes around Garreg Mach becoming less subtle by the day.

It felt like… less students were out on the grounds, like they were all inside their rooms by choice now. And those that were had their noses inside strange picture books, all while eating their ‘yakisoba’ noodles (which Anna was now selling in cup form), or drinking this strange bubbled drink.

Though the biggest change was to his leadership, who was also inside his room but for a different reason entirely. “My king, I’m afraid to ask, are you still sewing?”

The room had lost all semblance of order, now a sea of string and yarn.

“Ah, Dedue! Just the man I wanted to see,” Dimitri smiled from his work desk, getting up with something in his hands that he quickly wrapped around his neck, “A scarf fit for my most loyal advisor, don’t you think?”

“Sire, this is the fourth scarf you’ve made me this week.” The large man sighed.

“You were the one who told me to get a hobby to destress.”

Folding the scarf neatly into his hands, Dedue deduced something else. “...what is it that you are wearing?”

Dimitri smiled, “Ah yes! The ‘tracksuit’!” He said while leaning into his dark blue attire, “Look how the material stretches, Dedue! Such a marvellous garment for battle and for leisure, wouldn’t you say? Why, it feels like I’m wearing nothing at all!”

His faithful friend would have said something stern about the butt wiggling display, but they were interrupted by a deathly high-pitched scream from a dorm room close by. They rushed from Dimitri’s and barged into the room they thought they heard it from.

Inside was somehow even messier than the woollen hell hole they’d come from, empty cups and books strewn about, with their potential victim hunched over one of said books, “Bernadetta! Was that you who just screamed?”

The shaggy purple haired girl somehow looked even more dishevelled, like she’d not left her room in a week, “Yes! They left this one on a cliffhanger! I need to know if Goku beats Vegeta now! I can’t wait! GAHHH!!!”

“...is that really worth screaming over?” Asked the taller gentleman in her room.

“Well, what if they start kissing after?” Bernadetta asked sincerely, scrambling around her books to grab one in specific, “See? Naruto and Sasuke kissed! Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?!” Her hands pointed rapidly to the two ninjas indeed locking lips, missing the context of it being an accident. The two just looked at her with concern, then at each other, then back at her before Bernadetta noticed something. “Hey, what are you wearing?”

“Oh? Do you like my tracksuit?” perked up Dimitri, ready to flex his legs in his sportswear again, “Kazuma taught me how to make it. A combat outfit designed for movement, while also a great item for lounging around knitting in.”

“Wow! That really does look comfy!”

“I can make you one, if you’d like?”

“Yes please! This’ll do great when I’m in my room, writing my own endings to these picture books.”

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As I opened up my bedroom door to check if the coast was clear, I wasn’t expected to be attacked by an unlikely source: the sun. “Oh wow, it’s morning? I honestly lost track of time there. I guess that's why Marianne went off to tend to Dorte already.”

Petra also flinched when she saw the sunbeam, readjusting the last of her clothes and hair, “M-me too… but that was only because I was having much of enjoyment with you, Kazuma.”

Her words always try their hardest, like she does, “Yeah you were, see you next time, hot stuff.” I beamed and quickly spanked her regal rump as she walked by me.

“Oh!”

The girl paused, looked at me with a blush in her cheeks as I winked at her, then she hurried back inside my room. I blinked at her as she turned back towards the exit, readjusted her clothes again, then began walking by me, “See you next time hot stuff!” The way she slowed down when passing me, keeping a side eye on me and my hand, I couldn’t help but smile. Once more giving a hearty hand to her skirt, adding in a little squeeze of Brigid meat.

Then she went back in again.

“Last time, alright? I promise I’ll spank you more next time.”

“Yes sir!”

Instead of a playful little side spank, I really made sure Petra felt the last one. Bending her over lightly, letting those buns stick out, then cracking down on her rear with all my might. The Darkness in my succubus dreams always seemed to love it when I went all out, and Petra seemed quite similar. Having to lean on a nearby pole while her legs bowed in pleasure. I think she may have almost cum a little, but following my instructions she did still hobble away on her shaky knees.

I did love to see that thick ass leave. Something about knowing you’ve seeded a girl really makes them extra sexy, especially when you see their struggles to walk straight. Ahh, such a paradise this place is.

“So, Petra as well, eh?”

“BAH!”

That jumpscare made me, and all the pleasant feelings I had been feeling, leap right up in the air.

I turned to find the house leader smirking condescendingly at me. The ‘epic schemer’ himself. Like he’d ever steal a Goddess from heaven, or teach a town to kick around a dullahan’s head, or trap a mask demon inside his bulky friend’s body. I should have his damned title… or maybe it was just unnerving knowing he was apparently scheming about me.

I leaned against the opposite wall in a much cooler manner than he was doing, “What’s it to you?”

Claude shrugged, “Just noticing things. You and Marianne, now you and Petra.” He said calmly, letting the facts hang in the air like he’d already pieced everything together, “I wonder who you’ll befriend next?”

“You looking to be friends, Claude?”

“Oh, we’re already friends, right Kazuma?” His grin deepened and I kinda wanted to just punch him to get it over with. Probably be executed though, damned royalty laws. “I was just thinking it would be interesting if you somehow managed to make friends with the other house too.”

Ugh, this guy. I kept quiet, trying to figure out what the fuck his game plan was here. If he knows about me having sex then why would seducing a set of blue house boobs make his life easier? If he doesn’t know, then why should I ‘befriend’ them? “Is this some super long political play that I should be aware of? I don’t want to be your unwitting lackey here.”

“Fair enough. Can’t blame a guy for taking an interest in the stranger that fell from the sky, eh?” He said, leaving his post with another shrug before stopping abruptly, “Oh, that reminds me. You’ve been doing some great work around the Mach, I thought I’d offer you a job.”

“I just said-”

“One night, pays very well.” Claude countered, reaching into his belt and bringing out a piece of paper, “Every time I take my bow from the armoury I have to retune its strings. I think someone’s sneaking in at night to either fiddle with it or borrow it. You watch it for one night just to prove I’m not crazy, you can even bring your friends along!”

With a deep frown I watched the paper for about thirty seconds. A lot of zeros there but this deal with the devil felt a little too literal. On the other hand, I did really need the money and that sounded easy enough. Against my better judgement I took the paper from his hands, “Fine. One night in the armoury.”

“Thanks, Kazuma~ Hope you have fun~”

I really don't trust that guy.

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Ingrid really didn't trust Claude at all.

Why would he need a guard for his bow? And from another house? Why not just keep it in his room if he was so concerned? Nothing about it was really adding up. Just another strange occurence in a sea of strange occurences of Garreg Mach these last few weeks. New literature, new food, and a bizarre string of illnesses that was keeping students from attending classes.

At the very least she felt that she couldn't deny his request when he asked her personally. What was one night of boredom when it was from a House Lord?

Now the quest was to find out where the bow was...

...there was someone here.

Perhaps her night was not to be as dull as she thought. Ingrid had already heard a strange repetitive noise occuring in the armoury. Was it someone training after dark? Or perhaps a saboteur hoping to ruin the legendary bow Failnaught? Either way, Ingrid would be there to catch them in the act.

She snuck around the pillars of the training grounds, heading to the supposedly locked room, each step bringing her closer to the strange noise she could not figure out the source of. It sounded... like wet slapping? It made no...

...sense...

"NNNGGGG!!!! KAZUMA KAZUMA KAAAZUZUUUMAAAA!!!"

Usually depressed eyes were going crossed with pleasure, a quiet voice was screaming louder than ever, and the stationary body of Marianne was being twisted in knots from the burly man holding her. All while a princess from a foreign land was masturbating nearby to the sight of it.

It was probably the last thing Ingrid expected to find next to Failnaught.

"Ah... you..."

"Oh shit, a blonde!"