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Was there anything more rewarding than teasing cute girls? Lisa Minci, one of the most celebrated graduates of the Sumeru Akademiya and expert on countless topics, would argue a resounding no. Their flustered, stuttered replies, their blushing faces, their nervous, faun-like body language; what could be more delightful?
Naturally, the more difficult the target, the greater the reward. Few things were easier than getting a shy response out of Amber. Lumine was an easy mark as well, though getting a hold of the popular girl to tease her was a task in itself. Flirting with Eula had its unique charms, as her feigned coldness made for a refreshing change of pace.
And whose embarrassment was the greatest prize? None other than the most famous woman in Mondstadt, the acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, and cutie-in-chief, Miss Jean Gunnhildr.
Describing Jean’s well-known virtues was redundant, but Lisa did so at every opportunity. The acting Grandmaster took the Knights’ duties more seriously than anyone—often to her own detriment. She was kind and compassionate, liable to take care of the citizen’s troubles personally—adding to her own considerable workload. Her mind was brilliant, her heart was pure, and her sword always struck true.
She was also a knock-out beauty, stunning as an electro Vision and strong as the winds of Barbatos. Honestly, it ought to be a crime to have specs that high.
Part of what made flustering Jean so difficult was the matter of availability, which was to say that she was so devoted to her work that tracking her down was a challenge. Even when Lisa found her, Jean was usually too busy to even register flirtatious remarks, never mind react to them. Even after her day was finished, Jean was usually so tired that she would fall asleep the second she stopped moving.
Luckily, Lisa’s connection to the Knights of Favonius allowed her more access to Jean than most, certainly more than her fan girls. One might argue that this was an abuse of her position, but she would gently chastise those ones with a bit of electro and tell them to mind their own business.
One day when Lisa was working particularly hard (straightening a stack of books on her desk so the corners all lined up), she had the good fortune of being visited by her favourite teasing subject.
Jean walked into the library carrying a stack of books taller than Klee. She had to look around it to make sure she didn’t walk into anyone or anything. With an almighty sigh, she laid the stack of books on the librarian’s desk. The stack toppled under its own momentum, books falling toward Lisa, who leaned out of the way with agility one might not expect of the lazy librarian. Jean winced, catching the books in a swirl of anemo before they hit the floor.
“Oh my,” Lisa cooed. “The Dandelion Knight has spilled her load all over my desk.”
Jean cleared her throat. “My apologies. I should have been more careful.”
No flustering yet. Lisa could have milked the accident to embarrass her, but Jean would likely take the teasing seriously and apologize more.
Lisa picked the books out of the swirling air and placed them on the desk, reorganizing the mess into two stacks. “I wouldn’t have thought you had enough free time to read this many books. Have you been slacking off?”
“That’s more your department,” Jean said playfully. “An elderly woman asked me to take some books back for her, and another asked if I could take hers too. Then the books kept piling up with the requests.” She laughed apologetically.
Of course she would become a beast of burden for the sake of little old ladies.
Lisa looked through the returned books and smiled at one of the titles. “You don’t need to come up with that kind of story to hide your reading habits. It’s okay if you want to read The Lady Knight’s Secret Trysts .” She held up a well-worn, dog-eared novel with a bodice-ripping illustration on the front.
Jean’s eyes widened in recognition of the notoriously salacious romance novel, raising her hands in self-defence. “I told you I was taking these books back for other people. I haven’t seen that book before in my life.”
There we go. Lisa grinned. “I know, cutie. I’m just making conversation.” She began the process of checking the books back into the catalogue. “Will you be staying around?”
“I really should be going, I was on the way to check in with Captain Kaeya when I was sidetracked.”
“That was a trick question. I’m forcing you to take a break. Kaeya can wait.” Though not as skilled in the art of slacking off as Lisa, the captain had a developed appreciation of taking it easy.
Jean seemed conflicted. “I suppose I ought to stick around while you check the books in.”
“That’s the spirit. Would it be too much to hope I can cajole you into having tea with me before going?” Putting the “tea” in “tease” was one of Lisa’s favourite pastimes.
“I can’t.” Jean looked only more perplexed. “I’d love to, but I still have lots of work to do today.”
Of course. “What about tonight? A little tea before bed never hurt anyone.”
“Sorry, I’ll probably be working late.”
“I can stay up late for you, cutie. As long as you like.”
Jean averted her eyes. “I don’t want to keep you up... but if you really don’t mind...” Her eyes found Lisa’s albeit shyly. “I’ll have to oblige you then.”
Lisa grinned ear to ear. “I’m looking forward to it. Do go easy on yourself today, dear. It would be a shame if you passed out from exhaustion while we’re chatting.” Then again, seeing Jean’s cute sleeping face again might be worth it.
“I’ll do my best!”
Lisa chuckled and continued logging books back into the catalogue. She could have finished this work in under two minutes if she wanted to, but what she actually wanted was to keep Jean with her for as long as possible. She made small talk with Jean as she worked at a snail’s pace, asking her about her day, how things were with the Knights, if there was anyone she was dating...
“Of c-course not!” Jean spluttered. “When w-would I even have time for that?”
“Maybe that’s why you’re so busy,” Lisa said slyly as she stacked another checked in book to the stack. “For all I know, you’ve been canoodling with Eula while on the clock.” The image amused Lisa, to say nothing of delight she experienced at the thought of teasing them both over it.
“As if that would ever happen!” Jean huffed. Lisa interpreted her objection to be less about her fooling around with the Lawrence heiress and more about neglecting her duties.
“No romance for the Dandelion Knight, I get it.” One less thing to tease her about, Lisa supposed. She’d have to change tactics. She looked at the last book she had to check in.
“Are you sure you don’t want to hold onto this one?” she asked, tapping on the cover of The Lady Knight’s Secret Trysts.
“I told you, I’m n-not the one who took it out.” Nevertheless, Jean blushed as if she had.
“I’m teasing, sweetie.” Indeed, the name on the catalogue listed a little old lady as the borrower of this copy. Curiously enough, the library’s other copy was also out, but no one was listed as the borrower. Odd, seeing as Lisa was the only one who signed out books, and she would never forget to record information like that. Curious.
More pressing was the fact that the novel was in fact overdue. “My, my, my. Somebody’s returning a book late.”
“Oh? That’s unfortunate.” Jean balked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Lisa smirked. “Somebody has to be punished for returning the book late.”
Jean adopted the stance of a cornered animal. “You’re just teasing, right? You wouldn’t punish the acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius?”
“Nobody is above the law of the library. Take off one of your gloves.”
Despite her reluctance, Jean followed her words obediently. She removed the glove on her left hand, offering her bare palm to Lisa.
“Good girl. Now it’s time for your punishment.”
Lisa made a show of her electro abilities when talking about what awaited those with overdue books, but electrocuting otherwise innocent citizens of Mondstadt was an obvious faux pas. In most cases, the threat of theoretical corporal punishment was enough to scare library users into bringing back their books on time. Even if she were the tyrant she claimed to be, Lisa would have had a soft spot for Jean. She would never hurt her.
Instead, she would do something arguably worse.
Lisa took Jean’s hand as a palm reader would. She stroked her skin with her thumbs, weaving a weak current of electro into her nerves. The electro was only enough to make Jean’s arm tingle, but you could do a lot with that if you knew what you were doing, and Lisa most certainly knew what she was doing. She tickled Jean’s entire arm from the inside out.
Jean appeared surprised that her “punishment” was so mild. Had the poor dear believed her intimidation tactics? Her relief evaporated when she realized the librarian’s punishment was physically teasing her. A blush spread across Jean’s cheeks.
This technique could be quite enjoyable, Lisa was given to understand. Pleasurable, one might say. She wondered how long her big, strong knight would be able to endure it. Judging by the tightness in her jaw, not for very long.
“ Lisa... ” Ah, that delectable whine.
Lisa released Jean’s hand immediately, returning her own hands to her lap. “Have you learned your lesson about returning books late?”
Jean shook residual tingling out of her arm. “We both know you didn’t have to do that.” Quite right, seeing as it was hardly Jean’s fault that the book she volunteered to return.
“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you.” Lisa winked. How could she resist when Jean was so willing to play along?
“Were you a bully when you were in school, Miss Minci?”
“Me?” Lisa gasped in mock surprise. “I was a model student, Miss Gunnhildr.”
“I’m sure. I’ll be finishing my work day in my office, doing paperwork. Let's have tea at... shall we say nine o’clock?”
“Works for me,” Lisa said. “I’ll be eagerly anticipating our nighttime rendezvous.”
“There’s no need to put it so suggestively.”
“What’s suggestive about a rendezvous?” Lisa smirked. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels.”
Jean’s face burned red. She left the library without another word.
Lisa chuckled to herself. It was always rewarding to see Jean blush. Squeezing moments of vulnerability out of the ordinarily composed Dandelion Knight was always the highlight of her day. She couldn’t get enough of it.
As she got up from her desk to reshelve the books, she contemplated methods of teasing Jean during their upcoming tea party. Perhaps it was greedy of her to go on the attack twice in one day, but she decided she deserved it. After all, she had worked so hard today.
As the clock struck nine, Lisa closed the library for the night and brought her best tea set to Jean’s office.
Jean looked up from her paperwork when she walked through the door. “Oh, Lisa! Sorry, I haven’t finished quite yet. But you can start the tea. I’ll only be a few minutes more.”
Lisa smiled and shook her head. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Jean was still working, nor would it be surprising if she was underestimating how long it would take.
She closed the door behind herself and locked it. The only person allowed to bother Jean after hours was herself.
A chair was already placed at the front of the desk; Lisa smiled at the indication that Jean had already thought of her before she arrived. Not that she hadn’t already been intending to ignore the dining table in favour of getting as close to Jean as she could. Finding the only empty spot on the desk, Lisa set the tea tray down and began heating the metal kettle through induction. Electro Visions have more applications than one might expect.
When not covered with paperwork, Jean’s desk was almost as neat as Lisa’s (not everyone could be perfect). Part of taking her position as acting Grandmaster seriously involved maintaining an impeccable working space. Lisa couldn’t have pulled it off. If it were her, Lisa would have a spot on the desk reserved for a pillow to rest her head on for constant naps. Jean, ever the professional, only left a small space for personal items, one of which was a calligraphy kit Lisa had given her for her birthday.
On the desk was a framed black-and-white kamera picture, a portrait of a family of four. A distinguished looking female knight, a younger edition of the Knights’ seneschal, a girl with pigtails who could have been a young Barbara, and a shy-looking “boy” who would grow up to be the extraordinarily beautiful woman sitting behind the desk.
Lisa’s eyes drifted over to Jean, one of their favourite activities. Jean’s brows furrowed as she stared her paperwork into submission—Lisa frequently teased that she’d get wrinkles if she didn’t let her kiss them away. Golden hair hung over her gorgeous face, simply begging to be tucked behind her ear. And obviously her lips looked stupidly kissable all the time.
Perhaps as an ironic balance for her attractiveness, Jean was oblivious to her own knock-out good looks. She was utterly perplexed by the coterie of fan girls she’d accumulated since joining the Knights. By the time she became the acting Grandmaster, Lisa and Kaeya had to sit her down and explain that the girls “requesting protective custody” were in fact asking her out on dates.
One would think that the message would have sunk in by now, seeing as Lisa reminded her on a daily basis. How was it possible to ignore so many flirtatious comments, so many thirsty looks. Speaking of, with the way Jean leaned over her desk, the angle was such that Lisa could catch a glimpse of her modest cleavage—
Lisa was brought back to earth by the whistle of steam billowing from the kettle’s spout. She cut off the current of electro and the kettle calmed down. “The water’s ready,” she said, rather redundantly. Jean continued working as if she’d heard nothing, and she probably hadn’t.
The pleasant sound of water pouring into tea cups filled the room, and all that was left was a little steeping, and the tea would be ready. Lisa always appreciated when “waiting and doing nothing” was part of the process.
“You’re not going to keep doing paperwork all night, are you, cutie?”
Jean looked up from her desk for the first time since Lisa had entered the room. “It won’t be much longer, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that. It’s not proper to keep a lady waiting, you know.”
“Yes, yes.” Jean returned to her paperwork with a smile on her lips.
Lisa simply looked around the room for something she could tease Jean over. Nothing much in the room had changed in the past few days, save for the volume of paperwork on her desk. If Jean weren’t in the room, Lisa could have made a nuisance of herself and gone through her desk’s drawers, but that would be rather difficult in the present unless she was sitting in Jean’s lap to do so.
In the end, Lisa did nothing until enough time had passed and the tea was ready. She carefully transferred a cup and saucer onto Jean’s side of the desk. “Don’t drink it too quickly,” she said. “It’s almost as hot as you are.”
“Th-that’s, um, thank you.”
As she returned to her seat, Lisa noticed the corner of a book peeking out from under a stack of papers. Yesterday she wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but the design on the cover caught her eye. She recognized it immediately.
“What have we here?” While Jean’s hands were busy with her teacup, Lisa excavated the book from its prison of paperwork. The uncovered cover displayed the title, The Lady Knight’s Secret Trysts.
Jean almost spilled her tea. “That’s—! I didn’t—! It’s not—!” She fell silent without even formulating an excuse, hiding her face behind the steam rising off her cup.
“Can’t even deny it?” Lisa smirked. “I was joking before, but you really must like romance novels if you’re going so far as to falsify library records. Yes, I did catch that.” Clearly the acting Grandmaster had used her free run of the Knights’ headquarters to sneak into the library after hours and take out the book. She ought to have put down someone else’s name—or better yet, a false name—to cover her tracks, but of course Jean was too honest to do that.
“It’s not that I like them, it’s...” Jean couldn’t even finish her own lie. Honest to a fault.
“No need to be shy, dear. I won’t tell anyone.” Why ever would Lisa not keep this delicious tidbit to herself? Nobody else deserves to know this about her Jean. “Oh my, you even have a bookmark. Let’s see what you’ve made sure to come back to later~”
“No! You can’t!”
Jean made a grab for the book, but her mobility was impeded by the desk between them, and Lisa could lean back as far as she liked.
Lisa opened the book and licked her lips as her eyes skimmed over the pages Jean had preserved with the bookmark. “ Oh my . I can see why you’d want to make sure you came back to this part. It is rather juicy.”
She cleared her throat and read a passage aloud in her most salacious voice, “Dame Eugynie took hold of Sir Kerkylas’ lance at its base, disarming him the moment their bout began. ‘Should you wish to best me in combat, you must come with a better tool than this. I think it too weak to hold the endurance to last until the end of this encounter.’ Well, I’ve read more subtle metaphors. Is this really what gets the Dandelion Knight going?”
Jean’s blood rushed to her face so quickly it was a miracle she still had enough in her limbs to keep reaching for the book. In her haste, she nearly scattered the stacks of paper on her desk. As she sorted them out, Lisa pressed her advantage, reading ahead for another juicy passage.
“‘ The two knights exchanged strokes, trading blows. Dame Eugynie struck first, overpowering Sir Kerkylas and taking his sword in her sheath.’ Oh we’re not even trying at this point, are we, Miss Author? She could at least describe the sensation of sheathing their sword in her. The enveloping softness, the feeling of fullness . Even you could come up with better smutty dialogue, dear.”
“S-stop r-reading that! I, um, I only skim those parts!”
The stuttered objections were music to Lisa’s ears. Didn’t Jean know such defensiveness would only provoke her? “Whatever for? Didn’t you leave your bookmark at such a torrid scene because you wanted to come back and savour it?”
“‘ With one final thrust, the encounter came to a climax.’ Didn’t last long at all, did he. Granted, I did skim over a lot of it. ‘Having extracted the nectar of victory, Dame Eugynie uttered, “You see good sir, you were a fool to think you could outlast me.”’ Well at least she knows it. I urge you not to use this as the standard for endurance from your lovers, Jean. Don’t worry though, anyone would forgive you for going off early. ”
Jean, evidently, had had enough. She attempted to wrest the book from Lisa’s grasp with a gust of anemo, but the librarian couldn’t be tricked that easily. She held onto the book, letting the wind send the pages aflutter. “Flipping to your favourite part? I can read that too. By the way, you ought to summon a breeze to cool your beautiful face, what with all the heat radiating off it. If you blush any harder your paperwork is going to burst into flames.”
The blush had spread to Jean’s ears, enough steam pouring out of them to rival the kettle so many minutes before. How many people had seen this reaction from the vaunted Dandelion Knight? “You’re going too far with your teasing, Lisa.”
“Really? I think you know I could go so much further.” After all, this was hardly the first time Lisa had teased Jean like this—neither was it the first time Jean had let her. “Is this really as much as your endurance can handle?”
“The thing I’m running out of is patience.” On the contrary, Jean was clearly running out of the ability to feign calm. Her eyes couldn’t focus on Lisa for even a second.
“If it’s a problem, then why don’t you come here and take the book from me? Come and get it, Jean.” Lisa beckoned her with a long, delicate finger.
Jean’s reaction was a delight to see. Her dilated pupils followed the motion of Lisa’s finger. Her own hands fell from her desk to her lap, presumably to worry away at the old calluses on her palms, a nervous habit of hers that Lisa had picked up on. The poor thing jittered in her seat like a student waiting for her exam to start.
“You’re really not going to get up?” Lisa was genuinely curious. Jean could take the book from her hands within seconds if she wanted to, then put Lisa over her knee and spank her as punishment and Lisa would be powerless to resist (in more ways than one). So what was stopping her?
Was it... no...
“Or are you already, ahem , standing at attention?”
Jean practically jumped out of her skin. Every muscle in her body was visibly tense, none more so than those in her face. Even her ponytail quivered. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
“Is that a yes?” Lisa primly covered her mouth with her hand. Not even intentionally to put on condescending airs. She was genuinely flustered. Her teasing was that effective?
“I—I can’t believe we’re having this conversation!”
Lisa couldn’t either. They were talking about Jean’s “Favonius Sword”, and for the first time too. The rules of polite conversation didn’t exactly make allowances for such things, and Lisa had never had much of a reason to mention it before. She’d never given it much thought until now, and it was suddenly of growing importance to her.
“My apologies, Miss Acting Grandmaster. I didn’t realize my words were so arousing to you.”
Jean went from red to blushing a pleasant shade of purple. “You’re not sorry at all!”
It’s true. She wasn’t. In fact, her enjoyment was escalating exponentially with every remark. Did even the Archons feel this powerful? Jean looked like she’d melt in Lisa’s hands. The thought of it was making her a little fluid herself.
“Perhaps I should leave you alone with your smutty romance novel so you can take care of yourself...” Lisa continued over Jean’s squeak of protest, “...or I could stay, and it can be a team effort.”
It took Jean ten whole seconds to figure out what Lisa meant. She clapped her hands over her eyes, no longer able to withstand looking at her or being looked at. “What possessed you to say that!?”
Would “horniness” be too simple an answer? “Just the other day you told me to be more responsible. By helping you out, I’ll be taking responsibility for my actions.”
“And you choose now of all times to start being responsible?” Jean huffed.
Doubt struck Lisa like lightning. Jean was saying a lot of things that weren’t “yes.” Perhaps she was too shy to say what she wanted, but Lisa couldn’t go forward until she got the go-ahead. Needling her anymore would be inappropriate. She’d made her offer; if Jean wanted to take her up on it, she needed to say it.
Lisa stood up, at last setting the book down. “If I’m being a bother, I’ll leave and you won’t hear another word out of me—”
“Wait!” Jean shouted. “Don’t leave.”
It was more the longing in her voice than the words themselves that made Lisa stop. That throaty, desperate timbre of someone who needed to be touched. She must have tortured this woman something awful. Lisa licked her lips, her gaze unconsciously flicking toward Jean’s lap. “Do you want me to stay and help you with your problem? Or shall we make small talk until it goes away by itself?” The wetness between Lisa’s legs wouldn’t resolve itself anytime soon, but she could take care of that in her own time.
“I... I’d like you to h-help, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Well then.” Lisa lifted her tea cup to her lips and took a sip. The tea tasted especially delicious today. “Miss Gunnhildr, would you allow me the pleasure of pleasuring you?”
Jean peeked through her fingers. Her shyness was endlessly adorable. “Do whatever you want.”
Lisa returned her tea cup to its saucer, trailing her hand around the edge of the desk as she walked around it. When she arrived at that most enviable of places—behind Jean’s desk—she looked down at her prize. “I’m going to show you something that will blow that smutty novel out of the water.”
“You, um, you don’t have to keep bringing up the book!”
“If you say so, darling. Now lower your hands. I want to see that cute face of yours.”
Jean did so tentatively. Her blush was as strong as it ever been, but at least she was able to make eye contact. For a second, anyway.
“Sit on your desk, sweetie. It’ll be easier that way.” In truth, Lisa was getting a kick out of telling Jean what to do.
Even more cautiously, Jean stood up from her chair. Lisa tried not to look—honest—but what self-respecting scholar wouldn’t satisfy her curiosity the second it arose? And it was only for a second, but that was enough to verify her hypothesis that she would have been aware of Jean’s, ahem , situation had she stood up earlier. It wouldn’t have been so apparent were she not wearing pants that tight, but Mondstadt would lose one of its finest sights if she wore anything looser.
Moving on from Lisa’s perverted thoughts, Jean sat down on the edge of her desk, the forms she’d been working on having been moved aside. “Um, what do you want me to do next?”
“I want you to sit tight for the moment.” Lisa stepped into Jean’s personal space, bringing their faces within an inch of each other. She very much would have liked to straddle her Knight in Straining Breeches, but she suspected that much stimulation that quickly would have made Jean pass out.
Lisa tipped Jean’s chin upward with a gentle hand. “May I kiss you?”
Jean’s lip trembled with an answer she couldn’t let out. She made her position clear by stealing a march on Lisa and kissing her herself.
The press of mouth against mouth sent a shiver down Lisa’s spine and a purr rising up her throat. That was the energy she wanted to see.
“So eager~” she cooed when their lips parted. “Was that your first kiss?”
“N-no.” Jean looked away guiltily. “Do I, uh, seem that inexperienced?”
That’s a surprise, Lisa thought. I’ll have to look into that.
“You’re fine. I was just curious, cutie.” She ran the tip of her tongue over Jean’s lower lip, and that was all it took for Jean to open her mouth to her. If she had known the Dandelion Knight was this pliable, she would have made her advances a long time ago.
Lisa stroked the underside of Jean’s chin. “Would it be alright if I let my hands wander below the belt?”
“Y-yeah,” Jean gasped.
Her other hand trailed down Jean’s front, finding its way along her hip, curving around her ass, and approaching its final destination from over her thigh. Lisa took her time, making sure her partner had plenty of opportunity to acclimate to her touch and announce any second thoughts. Ever so delicately, she slipped her hand between Jean’s legs.
Jean let out a cute little whimper as Lisa’s fingers pressed against the bulge in her pants. Lisa felt the shape of it, teasing out the edges before cupping it in her hand. Shivers passed through Jean’s body, and her pleasure was Lisa’s own. This was what Lisa enjoyed the most about sexual encounters: the delectable reactions she provoked from her partners. Quivering bodies, breathless gasps, flushed faces, lustful eyes; if only she could bottle them up in a potion.
Lisa stroked Jean as one would a particularly demanding cat, drinking in the flustered, guilty pleasure written across her face in blush-coloured ink. She had put Jean in such a state by merely touching her through her clothes; what would she be like when Lisa had her way with her? The anticipation was almost as good as the result.
She kissed Jean again, savouring the way Jean melted into her. “Darling, I think it’s about time we took care of your little problem, wouldn’t you say?”
“Um, yes. If you say so.”
Ah, this woman was putty in her hands. “I want you to—how would your novel put it?— draw your sword so that I can take a more hands-on approach. Can you do that for me?”
“Wh-what if someone walks in?” The realization of that possibility registered on her face as abject horror, eyes widening, face blanching.
“Don’t worry, darling. I locked the door on my way in. I didn’t want anyone to disturb our alone time. Fortunate, wouldn’t you say?”
Jean bit her lip, as if holding back some comment, but thought better of it. She put her hands on her waist and began to adjust her pants. And then she hesitated.
“I won’t look, if you’re feeling shy.” Lisa would have suggested a blindfold for herself, but alas hers was locked up at home.
“That’s... I think that might be for the best.”
She kissed the tip of her nose. “I’d much rather look at your face. You’ve been showing me so many interesting new expressions.”
Jean showed her another new expression, an aroused twist on a familiar frustrated scowl. Though she was affected by Lisa’s teasing, it appeared she preferred this arrangement to the alternative. She shuffled around until, at last, her “sword” had been “unsheathed.”
The temptation to look downward was something awful, but Lisa valiantly resisted. She watched Jean’s flustered expression as she pulled off both her gloves, tossing them onto the desk where they landed on the smutty romance book.
“Now sit tight, sweetie. I’ll work out your frustrations for you before you know it.”
She reached down, her hand landing on Jean’s thigh and traced a path upward until her fingers brushed against what they were looking for. Her hand closed around Jean’s hilt, hot and throbbing like a lovesick heart.
Lisa licked her lips. Oh, the things she could do with what currently graced her hand. She would get lost in fantasies if she weren’t careful. But of course she didn’t miss Jean’s reaction.
Hot, heavy breaths filled the space between their faces. Jean bit her lip, her gaze drifting upward from Lisa’s mouth to meet her eyes. Archons, the woman’s eyes were begging her. “Please be gentle.”
I’ll do anything you want if you look at me like that. “Of course, cutie.”
Lisa had never handled this type of equipment before. She’d heard about the requisite techniques from her Akademiya girlfriends (in both senses of that word ;) ), and she had always been a quick learner. Plus, you don’t become the Akademiya’s most distinguished graduate in two hundred years without a little improvisation.
She ran her thumb over the top of the helmet at the top of Jean’s shaft. Jean shuddered in her grip as she homed in on the helmet’s vulnerable spot like an expert archer, pulling a moan from her lips.
Archons, Lisa had made the acting Grand Master moan.
“How am I doing, my little lion?”
“Um, good. Great. Very, uh, gentle.” The way Jean became inarticulate when flustered made Lisa want to bully her all day, every day.
“I’m glad to hear it. It’s very important to me that you feel good.”
Lisa began stroking Jean in earnest, and she caught her prey’s next moan in her mouth with another kiss. Her inhibitions blew away like dust in the wind, and her tongue slipped between Jean’s lips to conquer what lay within. And after all, why shouldn’t she let loose when she had her favourite teasing victim in her grasp? Who knew when she’d have another chance to kiss this gorgeous woman?
She broke off the kiss, their lips still connected by a ribbon of saliva. The hazy look in Jean’s eyes and the flushed arousal across her face demanded that Lisa up the stakes. She moved her hand faster, circling Jean’s weakness with her thumb.
“Fuck,” Jean gasped, and bit her lip.
The wanting between Lisa’s legs tightened. “That’s not language befitting a knight.”
“And whose fault is that?” Jean tried very hard to look frustrated with her, but doing so was difficult when Lisa was making her feel so good. Not that she was good at it under normal circumstances. The woman had an undeniable soft spot for her.
Few people would have suspected that the famed Lionfang Knight had a weak side. Lisa had known her for years, and even most of the knights at the headquarters didn’t realize that Jean overworked herself to the point of exhaustion. To the average person, Jean Gunnhildr was a limitless fountain of strength and stamina. But she was far from invulnerable.
Take, for example, the quivering mess in Lisa’s hands. Jean had never looked so vulnerable, her body subject to Lisa’s whims, melting to her touch. Every stroke made her breath harder, and she sounded like she’d just run—and lost—a marathon. Her eyes pleaded for Lisa to keep going, to bring her to completion and relieve the tension devastating every nerve in her body. Jean was letting Lisa do whatever she wanted with her, and the temptation to toy with her was overwhelming.
Lisa wanted to see how weak she could make Jean.
“You know, there’s one thing I can’t get past,” Lisa murmured in Jean’s ear. “The way you barely even tried to hide that library book.”
“What?”
“It’s almost as if you wanted me to find it. You knew I was coming this evening and you left it out in the open.” She lowered her voice to a breathy whisper. “You wanted me to find the smutty book you were reading.”
“No, I— ah~ ” Jean’s protest wilted as Lisa stroked her quicker.
“You broke the library’s rules when you took that book without signing it out properly, and you know what happens to those who break the library’s rules. They get punished. ”
“ Oh.”
Lisa drew back to look at Jean’s reaction. Her face was a brilliant crimson, steam pouring out of her ears, and she compulsively licked her lips. Jean wanted to receive this punishment.
It must have been so hard for the acting Grand Master to be so good all the time, working so hard for everyone else’s sake, holding Mondstadt’s sky up on her shoulders. What a relief it must be for her to allow herself to be bad for once in private, away from the eyes of her countless admirers.
Naturally, Lisa would indulge her.
“Do you remember how I punished you earlier for the overdue library book?” Lisa asked.
“When you held my hand and used electro to... are you going to...?” Jean’s eyes flicked down to the throbbing heat in Lisa’s hand.
“You catch on quickly, cutie. Are you ready for your punishment?”
Jean’s entire body tensed in anticipation. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Goodness, so formal.” Not that Lisa minded. In the past she’d been called “mistress” by more than one of her partners, and “mommy” by exactly one of them, but that was between her and Lumine. The formality of the address reminded her of the first few months after they met, and the many times Lisa had asked her to stop speaking to her so formally just because she was older. She appreciated this kind of deference.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Gunnhildr.” Lisa began applying a weak electro aura to her hand. “Stealing a smutty book so I wouldn’t find out you read that kind of filth.”
Jean let out a low moan as the electro current ran through that most sensitive part of her body, tickling each and every nerve in the dense sensory cluster. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep herself from reacting, but the pleasure she felt couldn’t be contained. She whimpered, and she clenched her legs, squeezing around Lisa’s hips.
Lisa upped the ante; she adjusted the electro current to pulse, teasing Jean with a fluctuating stimulation that she chased with a hesitant jerking of her hips. Taking pity on her, Lisa matched all the rhythms to provide maximum pleasure. Jean moaned in appreciation.
“I’m going to... to...” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Lisa couldn’t have that. “You’re going to what, darling? Tell me. I want you to tell me.” Every word was punctuated with a stroke.
“I’m... I’m going to come.”
Music to Lisa’s ears. “Oh my, how dirty of you.”
And that was enough to push Jean over the edge. “I’m coming.” She shut her eyes and gasped for breath.
Lisa licked her lips and congratulated herself for a job well done. She shifted her hand up Jean’s shaft to cover the top with her fingers as she continued jerking her off; some stray discharge landing on Jean’s paperwork would stress her beyond belief, and Lisa would have a hard time explaining it if she walked out of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters with a questionable wet spot on the front of her clothes.
Jean didn’t have to worry about such things. She had given herself over to her orgasm. No thoughts, head empty. Her arms tensed as her hands clenched the edge of the desk. Her gasping breaths became whimpering moans, and her whimpering moans became whispers of Lisa’s name—Lisa almost came herself.
And then something hot spurted into Lisa’s hand. Less fluid came out than she had expected, but she didn’t think much of it. The warmth and stickiness was far more attention-grabbing. There was another quality to be examined, of course, but that would have to wait a moment. She held up her hand and splayed her fingers, cum threading between them like spiderwebs. “Would you look at that? Dandelion seed.”
As she’d anticipated, Jean blushed upon seeing the fruits of their “teamwork.” But she hadn’t seen anything yet.
Lisa, all while maintaining eye contact with her, licked Jean’s cum off her fingers. She lapped every trace of the sticky bitterness off her palm, delighting in the abject embarrassment in Jean’s eyes.
“Not bad. I thought it would taste sweeter, since you’re such a sweetie.”
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I assure you it wasn’t a dream.” Lisa smirked. “Is that the kind of dreams you have, Miss Gunnhildr?”
Jean didn’t dignify the teasing with an answer. She shuffled around and pulled her pants back up, then she stood up and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. Her eyes met Lisa’s briefly and she distracted herself by gulping down the rest of her tea.
Lisa giggled. Her little lion was just too adorable.
She slipped her gloves back on and tucked the smuggled library book under her arm. As her own cup of tea was unfinished, Lisa scooped it up and took a long sip, washing the taste of Jean out of her mouth.
“So...” Jean began, and didn’t know where to go from there. She poured herself another cup of tea to drink and excuse her own silence. When she emptied that cup, she tried speaking again. “So, um, you won’t say anything about... earlier, will you? It would, uh, dishonour the Knights of Favonius if anyone found out.”
“My lips are sealed, darling.” Lisa took another sip. “The only knight’s honour I’ll sully is yours.” As if a little dalliance could besmirch the honour of Mondstadt’s golden girl. Even if the entire city found out, the reaction would be envy, not ridicule.
“If anyone else spoke to me the way you do, they’d be stripped of their position.” Jean huffed and puffed into her empty teacup, grasping at a semblance of sternness that came with her title.
“Does that mean I’m special?” Lisa teased. “Of course, you can strip me anyway if you like. Next time?”
Jean made a strangled noise deep in her throat—a lioness’s roar? She turned away and made a show of pouring herself another cup of tea. She’d be up all night at this rate.
“Will you be staying here much longer?” Lisa asked. “Or are you finished for the night?” She was far from finished herself; the question came from a throbbing need between her own legs that was begging to be satisfied, and inviting Jean back to her place was no longer out of the realm of possibility.
“I, um, I still have paperwork to finish up.” Jean looked back at her again, shy as a lamb.
Lisa would have to satisfy herself then. “Suit yourself. I hope you learned your lesson tonight.”
“...not to steal library books?”
“No, silly.” She leaned in and kissed Jean on the lips once again. “You should ask for help more often.”
Oh, the blush on her cheeks was something to behold. A gentler pink than that of inflamed arousal, reminiscent of her rosy lips. The hard frown lines of her brow softening in surprise. To react like that over just a kiss, you’d think she hadn’t just been jerked off in her office.
“You’re so precious. Have fun with your paperwork, cutie.”
With a throbbing sense of regret between her legs, Lisa left the acting Grand Master’s office. She paused in the doorway to blow a kiss in Jean’s direction; the recipient almost dropped her tea cup. All that caffeine couldn’t be good for her.
The walk back to her home was torture. She replayed her memories of Jean’s delectable expressions on repeat until she was in her bed and could act on her growing sense of arousal.
Four self-induced orgasms later, Lisa sighed. She would have to behave herself for a while—for once, Jean would say. She didn’t want to scare her off with repeated advances, or make a nuisance of herself. Archons, Jean was so proper and uptight that she was probably still reeling from what they’d just done. Lisa had implied that a “next time” was on the table (perhaps literally), but she ought to wait before bringing it up herself. She would be on her best behaviour. Hands off, flirting only.
Lisa almost believed she had it in her.