27 Chapter 25

"Ahhng…A little faster…please." Hansel pleaded. He clenched his fists tightly, firming his grasp on the pen he was holding in one of his hands. The few sheets of paper that were lying under him on the desk he was bending over, had a few words scribbled on them, in an indecipherable handwriting. Derek had asked him to write down the words he had taught him earlier and was questioning him on the knowledge that might come in handy while he was out to survey, but he could only respond in moans and pleads.

"I cannot." Derek's lips clung to Hansel's ears as he replied in whispers into them, "If I go any faster, you won't be able to write anything."

'Even when you aren't, I can't write anything anyway.' was what the knight thought.

There was less than a week left until Hansel departed along with his group for the south. Derek had spent at least three days a week this month, to religiously train Hansel's body to accept his. So, as part of his cunning plot, he wanted take things painstakingly slow for today. However the young master was having a hard time himself, trying to suppress the beast inside of him.

"Ugh…" Derek growled in discontent. Hansel shivered when Derek's deep voice sounded directly into his ears. It aided in increasing his arousal, making things more difficult for him than they already were. While Hansel cried and moaned in agitation, Derek's arms wrapped around Hansel's thin frame.

"What are the seven states you're visiting?" Derek asked, after all he didn't forget his pretense of tutoring Hansel. He was choosing ways in which he could torment his knight while he was busy thinking with his lower half.

"Santana and…uhng…Kamaras and…" Hansel replied with difficulty. Nothing else filled his mind other than the last of his reason asking him to stay steady on his feet and the sounds of Derek thrusting his hips.

"And?" Derek probed him for the answer and squeezed his nipples as punishment.

Hansel had spent hours earlier, learning about all the states of Estonia and practiced writing their names but it was astonishing how he could not recall any of the twenty nine of them at the moment.

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked a disgruntled Hansel. He couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm training you to get better at brainstorming even under stress." Derek said, biting Hansel's bare, white neck he had been eyeing.

Hansel flinched from pain. He had no idea of what to think of Derek's lesson plans. He was harassed almost every time he was alone with Derek but surprisingly he could never predict when his master genuinely cared about his education and when he was just getting ready to pounce on him.

"Alright. Leave that question. I'll ask you an easier one. Tell me the names of all of the Duke's vassals."

"…it…" Hansel muttered something in his mouth. His head was lowered and if it weren't for the desk which was separating him from the ground, he would have fallen down from weak knees.

"What? I can't hear you…" saying this, Derek held his elbows from behind and pulled him upright from the back.

"I can't remember it…Ahh..Ahh..No…" Hansel felt Derek dig in deeper into him in this new position. But even though Derek's length had been pricking at his sensitivity strongly, the stimulus was provided painfully slow so that, even if Hansel could feel himself nearing his climax, he knew it would be impossible to actually achieve it. He writhed in agony and tried to free himself from Derek's grasp.

When nothing was going his way, Hansel turned his neck to look back at Derek. His half open eyes were teary and were looking back at him, begging for attention.

"Tch." Derek clicked his tongue looking at his face reflected in Hansel's eyes. He claimed Hansel's lips at once and began thrusting his hips faster and deeper into the knight,  giving it to him just the way he desired.

If Hansel had learned something after weeks of physical relation with his master, it was that Derek couldn't take his tears. No matter what he asked of Derek, as long as his eyes were filled to brim, it was granted without a second thought. Although he had never been greedy in front of Derek, he had used them to gain an upper hand in situations like this when Derek was being mischievous and unruly.

While all of this was going on, Atherton Cox, the guild manager was standing outside his own office listening to the moans coming from inside of it. Half an hour ago, his master had sent him out to get a few files and reports he wanted to review. It made the manager happy thinking that Derek was finally getting serious about the work at guild. So an enthusiastic Atherton had quickly gathered all the materials needed to be reviewed for the week and returned in a couple of minute, for the facility of his master.

Ever since that time, he had been standing at the door, waiting for the sultry male voices to calm down and his master's business to finish so that he could claim his desk and chair back.

The guild manager eventually gave up, turned around on his heels and walked away. To be fooled by his own boss who treated him like a third wheel in his own office... His breath was heavy and his cheeks were red but because of frustration and nothing else.

A brown haired employee, who looked like any other average easterner and was quietly trying to cross the hall, was grabbed by Atherton by the collar. He was shocked at seeing the manager's nose flare, so much that the foolish love song that he was mumbling quickly exchanged lyrics with a church prayer.

His mother had once, in a tone of resentment, told him that he'd get hit someday if he kept thinking from him crotch like his father. Even if he didn't know how to think from his crotch, he had faith in his mother's curse.

So, he prepared his heart for the prophecy to come true and his cheeks for a slap, but got both of his hands grabbed by Atherton instead.

The worker's heart pumped blood harder and he blushed when he saw his manager's beautiful face getting closer to his.

"Please get the storage room cleaned for master's use by today." Atherton's complexion had suddenly darkened and now the worker's heart was thumping for a different reason.

"H-huh?"

"And put a bed in it instead of a writing desk." He clenched his teeth and continued, "Because that's the only furniture he's going to use anyway."