Sincir finds Esme in the yard, sitting cross-legged with her hands against her temples and a pained expression on her face. Two books lie in the grass by her bare feet, seemingly forgotten.

  “Esme?” he calls, causing her to raise her gaze toward him and smile weakly.

  “Sincir, you’re back?”

  “Only for lunch… Did something happen in between you and No?”

  Esme sighs. “You saw that? Things were going fine, and I thought I might make a friend, for once, but then I opened my big mouth… You know how I am, the tact of a brown bear.”

  Sincir chuckles, sitting by the grass next to her as he picks up one of the books and reads its tittle out loud, “The Adventures of a Nymph in The Forest of Thorns… What is this one about?”

  Blushing, Esme quickly snatches the book from his hand. “It’s about a nymph and a forest made of thorns, of course,” she murmurs while pcing the book behind her.

  Staring at his empty hand, Sincir blinks, then slowly closes it while smiling at her. “Really? Then you won’t mind it if I read it for a bit, right?”

  “W-why would you? It’s just a boring book…”

  As he slowly leans forward, Esme gradually leans away from him, positioning her body above the book protectively.

  “Well, now I’m curious about this forest of thorns,” he lies, his face now at mere centimeters from hers, “It sounds interesting and exciting…”

  Suddenly, Esme moves forward and kisses him, wrapping her hands around his face…

  Sincir feels as thought their teeth were a millimeter from cshing, but other than chuckling softly through their kiss, he doesn’t comment on it; Instead, he focuses on grabbing one of Esme’s breasts through her dress and squeezing it, which rubs her hard nipple against his palm.

  “Wow… Was your talk with No this exciting...?” he murmurs against her lips.

  “Shut up and k-kiss me…”

  After a brief twist which causes Esme to intake a sharp breath of air, Sincir chuckles and begins to move his hand downward, lightly dragging his fingers against her stomach as he does so...

  “W-wait, not here… The girls are going to see us from the kitchen…”

  Suddenly, Sincir leans forward and snatches the book from behind her, before quickly rising with it.

  As he ughs and begin to flip through the book’s pages, Esme’s mouth finally snaps closed.

  “Sincir!” she shouts, rising to chase after him as she does so, “Don’t you dare read that!”

  Given he has years of experience being chased around by Ena during their training, keeping himself out of Esme’s reach, even while reading, is a piece of cake for him.

  “Wasn’t it just some boring book?!”

  “I know you’re not that stupid!”

  “Uhm, let’s see… Page fifty-four…”

  “Stop!”

  “…And the Lady stepped forward again. ‘Not another step!’, her knight said. But she had seen the size of his member, and was now entrance by it…”

  “Ah! I hate you so much!”

  Sincir manages to read three sentences before Esme finally catches up to him, snatching the book back while blushing profusely.

  Then, she rushes inside, quickly disappearing from view…

  By the time Sincir stops ughing, his stomach is hurting, and Ena is throwing him an exasperated look from the kitchen window.

  “Hey, if you’re done being a dumbass, lunch is ready.”

  While wiping a tear from his cheek, he gestures her he is coming.

  Well, he never managed to take his bath, but all things considered, this was well worth it…

  Unsurprisingly, both No and Esme are absent from the table when he reaches the kitchen, leaving only Eleanor, Ena, and Rez, of each the st two throw him looks once he walks in.

  “Wasn’t that a bit mean?” Ena asks him as she begins to fill ptes for those present.

  “Naw, she needs to learn how to rex… I’ll apologize when I take her food upstairs. Can you fill me one pte for each of those two idiots?”

  “Don’t call them idiots... Should I fill one for you, as well?”

  “No, make Esme a big one so I can share with her… Thank you.”

  Before coming inside, Sincir remembered to grab the second book, presumably No’s, which he tucks against the waistband of his pants in order to take the two ptes from Ena. Heading upstairs, he chuckles softly once he sees both of their doors closed.

  Briefly considering how to knock when he has both of his hands occupied, Sincir stops in front of No’s door first, then carefully kicks it twice.

  “No? It’s me... I’ve brought lunch.”

  A moment of silence goes by before Sincir notices soft footsteps approaching from the other side.

  When No slowly opens the door, expression downcast and eyes swollen, he smiles at her.

  “…You shouldn’t have bothered,” she murmurs.

  Considering she is still looking down, Sincir isn’t sure No saw his smile or not, but he still extends the pte in her direction while maintaining it.

  “I’m sorry you fought Esme… I know her social skills aren’t the greatest, but I hope you’ll believe me when I say that she means well. She told me she was hoping you two would become friends.”

  No’s expression tightens, but then softens slightly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Sincir, you’ve taught me a valuable lesson about making unnecessary enemies… I’ll apologize once I’m able to control my emotions again.”

  Sincir sighs. “I know you’re going through a hard time, so don’t sweat the small stuff too much. Try to eat at least a little, okay?”

  No presses her lips together, blinking rapidly as she carefully accepts the pte he offers with shaking hands.

  “…I’ll try. T-thank you.”

  “Well, I’ll leave you to it… And I’ll have news about Daniel by nighttime.”

  “…Thank you.”

  After saying goodbye to No and also returning her the book, Sincir heads toward Esme’s room, which also happens to be his own for the moment, not bothering knock this time.

  “Hey, crybaby, I’ve brought a peace offer-”

  Seeing the scene inside, Sincir pauses mid-sentence; And seeing him, Esme freezes with her ass raised in the air, panties down, and eyes widened.

  “…Should I knock in the future?”

  At first, Esme expression goes through several shades of red, but then, defying his expectations, she just sighs while averting away her gaze in the end. “Close the door, will you?”

  Seeing as she slowly lowers her ass, but doesn’t bother to cover herself, Sincir smiles while closing the door and then approaching the bed.

  “I’ve brought food.”

  “…Leave it wherever.”

  “Nah, it’s for the both of us.”

  Probably realizing this means he is not going away anytime soon, Esme groans loudly.

  “So, how many times have you done it this morning?” he asks while sitting by her with the pte in his hand.

  “…What do you take me for? I spent most of the morning reading,” Esme grumbles with her face against the bed.

  “Reading your erotic book?”

  Esme curses, causing Sincir to ugh softly.

  “Was it any good…? Here, say ‘Ahh!’.”

  “What-”

  As Esme turns her head in his direction, he pces the spoon into her mouth; Realizing what happened, she throws him a dirty look, though she does wrap her lips around the spoon in order to grab its contents.

  “…Hey, this is good!” she says after a moment, with her mouth full.

  “Right? Ena is a good cook. Be sure to thank her for the food ter.”

  Esme nods.

  “The book,” Sincir continues, preparing a spoon for himself as he does so, “Was it any good?”

  While looking at his spoon with obvious jealously, Esme shrugs. “It was a bit over-the-top… The main character would jump on anything even remotely resembling a rge phallus, for no apparent reason…”

  “Maybe she was really horny?”

  Esme snorts. “I’m as horny of a girl as you get, but you don’t see me literally jumping at your cock, do you?”

  Sincir raises an eyebrow. “Does she do that?”

  “Several times… Like I said, it’s a bit over-the-top.”

  “Shame… I was going to ask for your favorite scene so we could reenact it, but if it’s that bad…”

  Esme pauses, mouth still half-opened as she was in process of grabbing another bite from the spoon he extended in her direction.

  “…Uhm, does it have to be from this book?” she murmurs after a moment, her cheeks now slightly redder.

  Seeing her expression, Sincir chuckles. “I suppose not… How many have you read, exactly?”

  “Never mind that! I need to think, so give me a second…”

  While taking a bite of the food himself, Sincir rolls his eyes.

  “…Well, I’m not sure this is my favorite scene, per se, but… There is this one scene where this rich, uptight girl is in tight spot, and the main character, having been bullied by her in the past, forces her to beg her for food and-”

  Immediately ughing, Sincir nearly chocks, which causes Esme to gre at him.

  “I-I’m sorry, I’m not making fun of you, it’s just… I didn’t see you as the vengeful type…”

  “I’m not,” Esme says, gring at him for another moment, and then sighing before continuing, “I like this scene because they make up in the end, and also because there’s some actual character growth that comes from it…”

  “You do know I asking you from a sexual point of view, right?” Sincir asks, raising an eyebrow at her as he does so, which causes Esme to blush slightly.

  “Y-yes, I know. You’re the one who didn’t let me finish telling you the scene.”

  “Okay, okay… Go on them, I’ll listen until the end this time, I promise.”

  Esme stares at him for a moment, seemingly unconvinced of his sincerity, then sighs. “…As I was saying, seeing the uptight girl being forced to pull aside her pride and beg someone she used to look down on is hot… Though I do admit it is rather petty and mean of the main character make someone who is starving beg for food… But then, it is how the main character gives her the food which makes it an interesting scene for me, and the reason I brought it up, since you said you wanted to reenacted something, and we happen to be eating…”

  Sincir takes another bite.

  “…Case in point,” Esme adds, grimacing, “I thought that one was mine?”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes?”

  “…Hungry enough to beg?”

  “…Oh.”

  He shakes his head. “It amazes me you didn’t see things ending this way. Really, your denseness knows no boundaries…”

  “S-shup up, of course I expected this to happen, just not… Not immediately,” Esme says while averting her eyes from him and cursing under her breath, “I was hoping for one or two more bites, at least…”

  Sincir chuckles. “The faster you finish the story, the faster you’ll be able to eat again…”

  “Well, now that I’m putting it out loud, I realize it’s a bit disgusting… Okay, really disgusting.”

  Sincir shrugs. “Most food-reted py is. You can choose something else, if you want.”

  “Will you let me eat if I do it?”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Of course, what do you take me for? Though I’ll call you a coward for backing off, after having come this far.”

  “We both know I’m definitely a coward…”

  Frowning, Sincir narrows her eyes at her. “Do you want to do it or now? I’ll have to leave again soon.”

  Esme sighs, taking a deep breath. “Okay… I’ll do it if you can guess what it is in three tries.”

  “Esme, I’ll lose all respect for you if I do guess correctly and you still refuse to do it, so think twice about this…”

  Esme smiles at him. “I’m curious to see what sort of depraved thing you’re gonna come up with… Don’t worry, I’m giving you my explicit permission to physically force me if you win and I still refuse.”

  Sincir sighs. “Chewing first and then giving it to her?”

  Esme pales.

  “…You really thought I wouldn’t get that?”

  “That’s not fair! Any normal person would’ve hesitated to say that… At least tell me what your other guesses would’ve been!”

  Sincir shrugs. “Steeping on it, spitting on it, sitting on it… The listen goes on, but it doesn’t get any less disgusting, so I’ll stop here. Getting it first try was luck, I suppose.”

  Esme stares at him with her mouth hanging slightly open for a moment, then pales again. “Actually, I just remembered I have something to-”

  Sincir snaps his fingers, creating a sound-proof wind barrier around them, then carefully pces their pte of food by the bed, smiling at Esme devilishly.

  “Wait, Sincir, I’m sorry! Let’s talk about th-”

  Esme doesn’t get very far, nor does she put much of a fight against him, in the real sense of the word, as Sincir undresses her and ties her limbs using their bed sheets…

  Staring at Esme’s petite, tied-up naked body on top of their bed, knees spread apart and hands tied to her ankles behind her, Sincir feels his member hardening.

  Seeing his expression, she gulps. “C-can’t you just fuck my ass or something…?”

  “I could,” Sincir retorts slowly, “But that’d be boring. Now, are you’re going to be a good girl and let me mouth feed you, or I shall I go downstairs and grab Eleanor…?”

  Esme doesn’t ask what he’d have Eleanor do to her. Instead, she licks her lips nervously, averting her eyes from him.

  “I know I only have myself to bme for this… J-just to do it…”

  Grabbing the pte once more, Sincir sits by the bed again, this time pcing Esme’s head over his p as he does so.

  In spite of Esme’s token resistance, he can tell being forced to do something disgusting and degradation is turning her own… She wouldn’t have mentioned the scene as being one of her favorites if she weren’t attracted by the idea, after all.

  Still, he considers how to go about this for a moment, rather than rushing things and perhaps scaring her away from one of her fantasies…

  “…Are you going to torture me first by forcing me to watch you eat?” Esme grumbles while looking up at him and the spoon he just took out of his mouth.

  After an instant of staring at her grumpy expression, freckled cheeks, and expectant eyes, Sincir chuckles.

  “You know, if you wanted me to spit in your mouth so bad, you could’ve just told me… No need to make up something about a character in a book…”

  “I didn’t make anything up! And I never said I wanted you to spit in my mouth!”

  Esme tries to free herself from her restrains hard enough to become red, though she accomplishes little other than shaking her breasts and giving him a nice view… Still, the way her eyes glow whenever they meet his tell Sincir she is not actually trying to escape…

  “Well, that’s a shame, because it’s happening now… Unless you want me to leave you tied up here, without food for today?”

  Esme grimaces.

  “Now be a good girl and open up,” he tells her, gathering the spit in his mouth as he does so.

  “You sadistic bast-!”

  Sincir spits into her mouth, causing Esme to instantly curse as she trashes about and makes a face.

  “Ew! This is so fucking disgus-!”

  This time, Sincir grabs her jaw, forcing her mouth to stay open as he slowly drops a stream of saliva directly into it.

  Esme winces; However, being unable to move, she is forced to swallow after a moment, cringing and making a face again as she does so.

  “The more you cooperate, the sooner this will be over,” Sincir murmurs happily as he gathers another mouthful of spit, “Think of it as your punishment for being a pervert.”

  “If you’re going to do it, then at least give me some foo-!”

  He spits into her mouth again, and Esme cringes.

  “…Ew! Fuck!”

  “Until you beg me for food, the only thing you’re eating is spit,” he expins, since it doesn’t seem like she is getting it on her own.

  “W-what?”

  When his spit hits her face, instead of her mouth, Esme gres at him.

  “Oops… See, if you were being a good girl and opening your mouth properly, this wouldn’t have happened…”

  “…Whatever, just get on with it… Food! Start with the food already!”

  Sincir pauses mid spitting motion, raising his eyebrow at her as he does so.

  Biting her lower lip, Esme fidgets under his gave. “D-do I really have to…?”

  “Yes.”

  Esme grimaces. “Sincir-”

  “Sir.”

  She gres at him. “…Sir, I beg of you… Would you please feed me some food?”

  Sincir smiles at her. “See, that wasn’t so hard... Now open your mouth and keep it open while I chew some for you.”

  Esme grimaces. “Only a couple of spoons, okay? I don’t know if I can take much more than that without throwing up…”

  “If you throw up, I’m edging you and leaving you tied up in here when I leave,” Sincir warns, his tone serious enough for Esme to understand he is not kidding.

  She pales.

  Seeing her expression, he chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m not feeding you all of it.”

  “Y-you’re not?”

  “Of course not. I’m also hungry, and this was originally meant for the both of us, remember?”

  Esme grimaces.

  “Now, open up, or I’m going to hold your nose until you do... Trust me, it’s going to be a lot less pleasant for you that way.”

  “As if this wasn’t already horrible enough… Ah! Wait, I’m doing it, I’m doing it!”

  Albeit hesitant and slowly, Esme finally opens her mouth voluntarily, under the treat of having her nose held…

  Looking at her, waiting to be fed while submissively holding her mouth open, Sincir smiles.

  “Good girl.”

  Esme watches him pcing a spoon of food into his mouth with obvious dread in her eyes; Dread which only grows as he puts on a show of overly chewing and rolling the food around.

  By the time he leans over and presses his mouth against her, she is shaking slightly…

  But she still obediently catches the food from his mouth with her tongue, shuddering as she does so.

  “…Show me before you swallow,” Sincir whisper to her as he pulls away.

  In spite of the obvious disgust in her expression, Esme does so, holding her mouth open for him to inspect its contents.

  “…Yep, disgusting. You can swallow now.”

  Esme gres at him.

  “What?”

  Instead of answering (not that she could), Esme closes her eyes and shudders as she forces herself to swallow.

  “Don’t worry, the next one is mine, so you’ll have time to catch your breath…”

  “F-fuck you…”

  Sincir ughs.

  As their py continues, Sincir often pys with Esme’s exposed, standing nipples, causing her to squirm...

  Try as she may to hide, her excitement if obvious… Though in all fairness, he is sure she can also feel his boner against her head, since she is lying on top of it.

  And in spite of what she said, every spoon he feeds her seems to make Esme care less about how disgusting it is supposed to be...

  Sincir isn’t sure she was pretending the whole time, or if she got used to it, but by the point their pte is almost empty, she doesn’t even compin anymore, waiting dutifully for her portion with her mouth opened, as he taught her.

  This time, once he looks lips with her, Esme takes the food from his mouth almost greedily, moaning softly as she does so... As a reward for being a good girl, Sincir grabs her breast and twists her nipple, bringing another moan out of her.

  When he pulls away, she obediently showcases the contents of her mouth, waiting for him to give her permission to swallow, while slowly moving her tongue back and forth through the chewed food he spat in her mouth.

  “…This was the st spoon,” he whisper at her, “Think you can hold it your mouth for a bit?”

  Esme shudders, then nods, closing her mouth slightly in order to keep the food from failing as she does so.

  Careful not to change her head too much, Sincir moves from underneath it in order to pce their now empty pte by the nightstand near their bed, then begins to undo the bindings he used to tie Esme’s wrists and ankles together.

  Gncing at her exposed, slightly red sex as he works makes so he has a hard time focusing, but Sincir manages to keep his cool in the end…

  Once he is done untying her, he also undresses himself. Then, grabbing Esme by her ankles, he raises her waist until her sex is facing the room’s ceiling; At the same time, he positions himself so her face is right under his member.

  Reminded of their first time pying together by the position, Sincir chuckles as he leans forward and pces his mouth ever Esme’s gleaming pussy, sticking his tongue into its warm depths.

  Meanwhile, with his free hand, he begins to jerk off as he rhythmically drags the tip of his cock against Esme’s cheek, nose, and forehead…

  Esme’s orgasm almost immediately once he starts to lick her for real, though of course, he doesn’t stop because of it, even as she wraps her legs around his torso and begins to move her hips to match his pace...

  When he sucks on her clitoris, Esme quivers… Once he circles his tongue around it, she clenches her legs around him further, moaning muffledly...

  Seeing as he is approaching his limit, Sincir increases his pacing...

  Since he can’t see her mouth while having his face stuck against her sex, Sincir moves his member until he feels Esme’s upper lip brushing against its tip; Then, reaching his orgasm, he moans softly through his licking as he shoots his seed into her mouth, one quick pump at a time…

  Sincir finally pulls away, taking a small breath of relief, once his orgasm ends.

  Gncing at Esme, he sees that she now has a gzed look on her face, plus a mess of cum over her jaw and opened mouth.

  He smiles at her. “What a good girl you are.”

  “Cn I… slwallow nlow?”

  “Hum… That depends. Do you want to cum one more time?” he asks, lightly dragging his fingers against her sex as he does so.

  While their gazes remain locked, Esme shudders, before nodding.

  “Then close your mouth, but don’t swallow yet… Keep moving that mess around until I tell you to stop.”

  Esme throws him an exasperated look, but she does obey his orders…

  Watching her dutifully chewing while having her cheeks puffed, Sincir chuckles.

  “Fine, I’ll reward you for the job well done, you pervert…”

  Esme’s entrance presents no resistance to his fingers. Her sex is warm and wet, and she curls her toes as soon as he begins to move his hand inside of her, thrusting slowly yet rhythmically.

  Going by her body’s reactions, it isn’t hard for Sincir to find her weak spot, which he immediately focuses on… Though he doesn’t rush her orgasm just yet, taking his time to bring her closer and closer to the edge…

  “You can swallow now,” he tells her at st, never stopping his fingers as he does so, “Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to be done so you don’t chook on your food…”

  For a moment, Sincir isn’t sure if she heard him or not, as her eyes are aimed at the ceiling and her gzed expression doesn’t showcase any change… But then she begins to swallow, one small gulp at a time, and he smiles.

  Still, as promised, he waits for her to stop moving her throat before increasing the pace of his finger thrusts, which immediately causes Esme to start moaning and shaking…

  “Hey, tell me when you’re about to-”

  Suddenly, Esme begins to squirt, immediately drenching his arm and face as she screams loudly.

  “Fuck, what did I just tell you?!”

  Although he curses, Sincir doesn’t stop moving his hand until Esme’s orgasm begins to slow down, moment at which he finally allows her hips and legs to move down again…

  Once he turns and throws her an exasperated look, Esme has a smug, satisfied look on her face.

  “Now we are even…” she murmurs happily.

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “I’m gd you feel that way… Did you enjoy realizing your perverted fantasy?”

  “More than I thought I would,” Esme confesses, smiling at him, “Though I feel a bit bad about wasting good food like this.”

  Sincir shrugs. “We did eat everything, so it wasn’t really a waste, but I suppose we can keep it to every now and then, something to do if we become bored.”

  When Esme groans, Sincir gives her a questioning look.

  “What? You want to do it more?”

  “No, I just remembered you have to go out now… I wanted to cuddle through the afternoon...”

  He smiles at her. “I’d love to spend the afternoon cuddling… I’m sorry.”

  Esme shakes her head while meeting his eyes with a slightly concerned look on her face. “No, it’s okay… Just promise me you come home safely, okay?”

  Sincir nods. “I’ll try my best."