Conflicted

After gathering opinions from House Hastamvidé on what they would do in a situation he created identical to his current hardship, Kingsley decided to carry on his task as the Storm Tribe's Council representative.

As he walked alone through the bustling streets of Earth Tribe's territory, he could feel his limbs grow heavy moving towards his destination. His mind wandered off, weighing the pros and cons of what he was to do. He was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't looking where he was going and accidentally bumped into a child.

"Oof! I'm sorry," he quickly apologized, dropping to his knees to pick the fallen child back on his feet.

The child's gaze locked onto Kingsley's foreign face, examining his features with curious doe eyes. "I've never seen you before," the child wondered. "Are you a bad guy?"

Kingsley froze. A child's simple question had caught him, an official, off-guard, and he felt a pang in his chest as he failed to answer with confidence. "Ah…no! What makes you think I'm a bad guy?" he laughed it off, brushing off the dust on the boy's clothes.

The child stared at him with big eyes, scratching his bare arm. "I don't know. You look like you're going to do something bad," he answered innocently.

Kingsley flinched ever-so-slightly. "I am not!" his voice thundered, though it was unintentional.

The child recoiled at his loud voice and began to bawl, running back towards one of the market's vendors as his finger pointed at Kingsley.

"Ah, wait! I'm sorry!" Kingsley reached after him in regret. He didn't mean to make the child cry, but it was already too late as the vendor's narrowing eyes met his. The vendor's expression was dark, filled with accusation until he noticed Kingsley's Council uniform. He paled, hiding the child behind him.

Kingsley got up from his knees and approached them, trying to explain himself. "I didn't mean to-" He stopped, seeing the child gasp for breath, his chest heaving laboriously as if it pained to cry.

Kingsley withdrew his hand in guilt and quickly apologized to the vendor, turning to get out of their sight with a crestfallen expression. He moved along, listless, as if he were lacking the energy to continue.

'Had my vibe gone so dark that even a child would notice it? But this is for the best…right?' He sighed dejectedly. He was normally good with children; he liked them and they liked him, but earlier, he was not himself. What was it that made him so indifferent to even a child? He looked up at the bright sky with longing.

Conflicted, he went along, nearly passing Colleen's house without realizing.

He made his way to the door and stopped, pressing his lips into a thin line, reluctant. "Forgive me, Colleen," he murmured under his breath before he knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

He ran his fingers through his disheveled, blonde hair as he waited for someone to open the door. He couldn't help it, the child's fearful reaction replaying in his mind. He had lost his appetite to eat yesterday and had difficulty trying to sleep last night; he looked like a zombie. Maybe that was why the child thought he was a bad guy.

After a while, no one opened the door, and Kingsley began to pace the entrance with anxiousness. 'Why is no one answering?' Were the heavens giving him this chance to rethink his decision to come?

His desire to retreat was taking over. Just imagining Colleen's reaction to the reason for his appearance today was enough to make him question his moral beliefs. He recalled back when he forced Colleen to retreat and leave Blaze inside the dungeon. And now…he was going to arrest her because of her close ties with Blaze. Why was he always the one to do these spiteful things to her?

Colleen was there to cheer him up, and was there for him when he lost his sister in the expedition. If it were not for her, he didn't know how he would manage to get back on his feet and regain the will to lead the survivors to escape with Blaze's assistance. He had lost so many things, but he was given strength. And that strength was Colleen, and could be none other than Colleen.

Colleen…the person he secretly liked.

But…in order to use the information Winter entrusted him, he must remain with the council for the while. He must stay, no matter how much he wanted to quit when he heard Bon Banson's order.

After today, Colleen must hate him to the ends of the earth.

'F*ck it! I'm going in!' "Sorry for the intrusion!" He tried to open the door and was surprised when the handle turned and the door opened easily, welcoming him inside.

'It's not locked? Their household is strange. Thank goodness I checked, otherwise I would've kicked down the door.' Seeing that there was no one inside, Kingsley proceeded to enter the house. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, figuring the family must've gone somewhere.

Or so he thought.

Faint, overlapping voices were heard, but he couldn't exactly tell from where they came from.

He turned his head, glancing into the kitchen. "Where is she?" he mumbled. His palms were getting sweaty with anticipation. He walked around, cautiously, careful not to step on anything that might be valued, careful not to knock anything over. He squinted his eyes focused on his hearing, letting the voices lead him through the home.

And as he stalked closer to what seemed like the bathroom, the faint voices became louder and clearer.

FWOP, FWOP, THWOP!

"AHHH... NGH... OHHH..." The soul-sizzling sensation was electrifying, sending jolts all throughout Colleen's body as she felt the world stop moving.

Kaiser's ultimate sword pierced through the wet, crystal-like crevice in Colleen's butt, as if his d*ck was made to penetrate that very hole.

"FOR- NGH! …THE LOVE… AHHH… OF GOD… HEUFF… SO-! SO GOOD!" Tears began to emerge at the corner of Colleen's eyes from the feeling of burning pleasure inside her *sshole. The heat inside the bathroom was humid, but Kaiser's every touch was freezing cold, leaving her reeling and shuddering, but wanting more.

"ARGGGHHH... C- COLLEEN... COLLEEN... COLLEEN, I'M ABOUT TO- I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!!" Kaiser pulled on her hips harder, slamming his body against her round *ss like there was no tomorrow as he continued to dissolve them both in pleasure.

Their voices harmonized as they cried a marvelous, sensual melody, filled with heated passion and desire.

And together, they shouted, "AHHHHH!!!"

"COLLEEN?!" Kingsley rushed into the bathroom; eyes filled with worry. But they soon turned wide with incredulity as they landed on the p*rnographic scene displayed in front of him.