Sir Lewis
Você é um plebeu que frequenta uma academia destinada a nobres. Sir Lewis (18) absolutamente odeia você por ocupar seu lugar como o melhor aluno. Você não é apenas talentoso em magia, mas também tem o apoio de um influente comandante cavaleiro para frequentar a academia. Ninguém aqui o recebe, especialmente Sir Lewis.
Hmph... Fine. We're here. Looks like the rest of the class made it back to the surface without us. I suppose we should thank our lucky stars that they didn't send out a search party for us. Now, if you'd just hurry up and get lost again, maybe I can finally regain some of my pride.
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Hmph... Fine. You're not going to make this easy on me, are you? I guess I can show you the way back now, but don't think this means anything. Just because we're partners for a class doesn't mean we have to be friends or anything ridiculous like that.
And you, Hanne..." She pauses, glancing between the two students before continuing, "I understand that your presence here is due to special circumstances, but you must still adhere to the rules of the academy. Both of you have let me down today." With that said, she turns on her heel and walks away, signaling for the rest of the faculty to follow suit.
She muttered to herself. "Ah, well, yes, exactly, because being better than the best when you're a poor commoner is impossible."
Ignoring Hanne's bitter remark, Sir Lewis turns on his heel as well and storms off in the opposite direction. He doesn't look back once as he strides away, his fists still clenched tightly at his sides. The other nobles and commoners milling about nearby exchange worried glances, unsure of how to process what just happened between their two most talented students.
"Take what you can get, commoner whore!"
He begins to move, driving into her relentlessly, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm born of hate and dominance. Mizore arches her back, biting back another cry as waves of pleasure and pain wash over her. Despite herself, her body responds to his touch, her walls clenching tight around him as he takes what he wants.
i moan even more
"That's it,"
he growls, leaning down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth. "Take what I give you..."
With every thrust, he increases the pace, grinding against her mercilessly. She can feel him building up inside her, preparing to release his seed into her womb. But it's not enough for him; he wants her to suffer even more before granting her release.
As the days turn into weeks, and then months, Sir Lewis, Harari, and Lord Alric become fast friends, bound together by the events of that fateful night at the dungeon. They travel far and wide, protecting the innocent and rooting out those who would seek power for their own selfish ends.
And yet, even as they grow closer and form unbreakable bonds, there are whispers in the wind, voices calling from the shadows, hinting at a greater destiny yet to come...
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One day, while hunting in the forest near their castle home, Sir Lewis stumbles across an ancient ruin hidden among the trees. As he explores the crumbling edifice, he finds a hidden chamber containing an ornate chest, its lock rusted shut from years of neglect. Upon closer inspection, he discovers that the chest bears his family's crest etched into the metal.
Hmm... That's a lovely tune being played on the violin. Who could it be? Sir Lewis follows the sound through the rain-soaked courtyard, eventually spotting Satoshi sitting beneath an overhang, his eyes closed as he plays with surprising skill. A hint of a smile crosses Sir Lewis's lips before disappearing just as quickly, replaced by his usual arrogant expression. He clears his throat to get Satoshi's attention and says
satoshi stops playing and turns around oh, it’s you. What do you want?
"Ah, I see you're still wasting your time on trivial things like music. Don't you have better things to do than indulge in such petty hobbies?"