1.6

As she watched Pavel hesitating with the buttons of his shirt, Larisa let out a soft sigh and murmured, 

“You said you’d do anything…”

Pavel swallowed hard. She was right. Hadn’t he promised her he’d do anything she wanted?

A knight who couldn’t keep his word was no knight at all.

His hands moved to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. Underneath the thin fabric, his sculpted physique was revealed, bathed in the bright midday sunlight. Larisa clapped her hands lightly, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

“Really, as I thought last time, Pavel, your body is just beautiful.”

“…Thank you. Can I… put my clothes back on now?”

“What are you talking about?”

Larisa’s voice instantly turned sharp.

She pulled her chair closer to Pavel and sat down. Then, she raised her hand and ran it over the chiseled lines of his abdomen. The soft, feather-light sensation of her touch brushing against his skin sent shivers through Pavel, who let out a sharp breath.

Larisa, her face glowing with delight, continued to caress him as she murmured, 

“I could look at this all day.”

“Do you… like my body?”

“It’s the best I’ve ever seen.”

Her words stirred something inside Pavel, a rush of emotion welling up. But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. To know that he was better than any other man she had met—that she was satisfied—was comforting in its own way.

Looking down at Larisa’s round head as she scrutinized every inch of his body, Pavel felt as though he might let out a groan. Her touch, her breath against his bare skin—it was all too much for him to handle.

For someone who had never been close to a woman before, even this small amount of contact was overwhelming.

He realized with embarrassment that his body was reacting. He could feel himself hardening, and panic set in. Surely Larisa would notice.

And indeed, she let out a small gasp. 

“Oh my, Pavel, what’s this? What did I do to cause this?”

“Hngh…”

As Larisa’s fingers playfully brushed against the hidden part of Pavel beneath his clothing, he flinched and let out a soft groan. It wasn’t a place he typically touched, not even for personal relief. And now, Larisa’s hand was there…

The sensation was so overwhelming that it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had already lost control.

Larisa rested her hand lightly on the bulge that had risen beneath his clothes and looked up at Pavel. She almost let out an audible gasp.

There he was, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, panting with restrained desire, and looking down at her with eyes brimming with intensity.

It was a face unimaginable for someone like Pavel, who was once called a monk. If anyone else were to witness this boiling passion, they wouldn’t believe it. No, no one else could see this—it was something only she could witness. Larisa smiled, her lips curving mischievously.

If she followed her instincts, she would strip this man completely right now.

She wanted to push him onto the floor and climb on top of him. She wondered what kind of sound he would make if she rubbed her already dampened lower body against the swollen part of him. Just the thought of inserting that surprisingly large part of him, which was already impressive even through mere touch, tightly into herself and savoring it leisurely made her shiver with anticipation.

And she wouldn’t let him touch her at all. That way, even as he groaned and whimpered with unbearable desire, Pavel would surely endure it. Lying beneath her dress, his face flushed red, he might even shed tears.

She was intensely curious about the disgraceful expressions this naive man might show.

But Larisa decided to take her time. Of course, it wasn’t as though she didn’t want to pounce on him right this moment. However, considering that this was a man so clueless about relationships that he didn’t even know he should be contacting the woman he claimed to date, it seemed more enjoyable to take things slow and train him to get used to her actions.

Besides, if she rushed too much, he might run away. Well, maybe not, given his pride. But still, she didn’t want to lose such a delightful toy she had just acquired.

“Pavel.”

“…Hngh…”

“You need to respond, alright?”

“Y-yes.”

Pavel’s mind was spinning from the way her hand slowly stroked him, making it hard for him to respond. But at Larisa’s insistence, he barely managed to utter a word.

As he struggled to resist the urge to move his hips against her hand, Larisa spoke again.

“Can I take off your pants?”

“This is the office. Please… Larisa…”

“I’ll just look, okay?”

The victor was already clear. Instead of answering, Pavel simply nodded.

Larisa’s hand moved without hesitation, undoing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. His trousers and undergarments awkwardly hung around his thighs. As Pavel’s member, already leaking fluid, was revealed, Larisa reached out with her index finger to touch the tip where the liquid had pooled. Pavel, startled, tried to pull away, but Larisa shook her head in disapproval.

“You said… you’d only look.”

“This happened because of me, didn’t it?”

“Hngh… Please… don’t… touch…”

“Alright, alright.”

Though her words said she understood, Larisa continued to tease the area around the tip with circular motions of her finger. The flushed, darkened member twitched with every movement of her finger. Pavel’s hands couldn’t bring themselves to stop Larisa; instead, they gripped the desk so tightly it seemed as though it might break.

His breathing grew increasingly ragged. With his eyes reddened and his teeth clenched, Pavel pleaded once more, his voice desperate.

“Please… Please, Larisa, stop…”

“Alright, alright. I got it.”

She withdrew her hand without hesitation. If she teased him any further, he might actually cry—both from above and below. While that sight would have been quite entertaining, Larisa decided to hold back this time. Perhaps next time, she wouldn’t. For now, she chose to delay what would surely be an enjoyable and memorable experience for both of them.

Larisa kindly pulled up Pavel’s underwear and pants, dressing him again. As her hand brushed against him, Pavel let out a growl-like groan. Ignoring him, Larisa fastened the buttons on his shirt with deliberate care. When she was done, she noticed that, despite being fully dressed again, the man standing before her still looked utterly disheveled.

“Pavel, you know, I really don’t like waiting.”

“Is… that so?”

“This is the first time I’ve ever waited for someone for an entire week. I kept wondering, how could someone be so indifferent?”

“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know.”

“So if you make me wait again next time, it won’t end like this.”

Understood?

Larisa leaned in close as she asked. The warmth and softness of her body pressed against him, and Pavel, already overheated, felt his mind go blank.

If he didn’t do something about the burning heat in his stomach right now…

Just as he was about to reach out to her, gripping the desk for support, she stepped back with a cheerful smile. Reaching out, she gently wiped the sweat from Pavel’s forehead with her hand, then rubbed it off on his chest. Her radiant smile returned as she spoke.

“There’s a party tonight at the Earl of Cerulina’s residence. Come pick me up a bit early.”

“…Understood.”

“Alright, then. I’ll leave you to your work. Do well.”

Larisa waved her hand and walked away, her steps light and graceful. Without looking back even once, she exited the office. The sound of the door closing with a sharp thud echoed through the room.

Pavel, who had been staring blankly at the door she had just left through, quickly moved to lock it. Staggering slightly, he returned to sit at his desk.

From outside, the faint shouts of knights could be heard, like a distant dream. The sound reminded him that this was the headquarters of the Knights, but Pavel could no longer hold himself together. Pulling a handkerchief from the jacket sprawled across his desk, he hastily unfastened his pants.

His still-er*ect member sprang free with a soft thump. Gripping the shaft tightly with one hand, he wrapped the other, holding the handkerchief, around the tip and squeezed firmly.

Then, he began to move feverishly.

“Hngh… Haah… Ugh…”

His grip tightened. A little harder, a little faster.

Pavel panted heavily, his mind consumed by Larisa’s lingering scent in the office. The fleeting touch of her hand, the softness of her body—those sensations remained like a brand on his skin. No, in truth, her very presence was a powerful stimulus.

Larisa… Larisa…

She was different from the Larisa he remembered, but she was still Larisa Lochrain, the woman he had long admired. Just the fact that he had touched her was enough to make his once-sturdy world crumble.

Surprisingly, he didn’t dislike it. On the contrary…

“Larisa…”

Her name stumbled off his tongue.

And with a sensation like a punch to his lower abdomen, warmth spread into the handkerchief he held. A faint, metallic scent filled the air.

Pavel gasped for breath, his hips jerking reflexively. As though thrusting into empty air, he repeatedly tensed his hips, thighs, and lower back. The veins on the back of his hand, which gripped his member, stood out prominently.

“Hah…”

His body felt weak, but he let out a long sigh and used the handkerchief to clean the tip of his member. The issue of what to do with the s*men-soaked handkerchief wasn’t something he had the energy to think about at the moment.

It was clear that Larisa viewed him in a s*xual light. That was fine. However, the fact that he had pleasured himself while thinking of her strangely didn’t feel right to him.

Leaning his head back with his eyes closed, Pavel let out a low groan.

He didn’t want to think too deeply about anything.

Anything at all. Yet, he couldn’t figure out how to perceive this relationship, which seemed to be veering in an entirely different direction than what he had initially imagined.