Lyla regains consciousness after a few minutes. While she was out, I call other girls to my room. I set up some tricks… Just little ones. I have Selene to check for anything Soraya might have planted while Selene gives her some medicine to make her more susceptible to hypnosis. It isn’t like I want to brainwash her. But as long as I have Lyla, who has been manipulated by Soraya in some way, I want to find out the details. Besides… I was surprised to realize my own sadistic urges. I wanted to bed Layla, and watch her in turmoil. These feelings might have been similar to those I feel when I want to dominate Ivanna and made her tear up a little bit. Lyla may also have some talents to drive men mad, unbeknownst to her.

"It’s not fair for me to say this… But you’re the one who started this."

Technically, I am not lying. Lyla is being controlled, of course. I don’t know how much of her actions she remembers, but even if she only remembers fragments, this would be effective. Her strong sense of morality wouldn’t allow her to expunge herself from her unwilling actions.

"I… Why, am I… Did I…"

The girls quickly rush out of the room and slowly close the door.

Good. She remembers.

"I was surprised that you would sneak into my bed, Lyla… A pleasant surprise."

Pleasant in more than one way. I haven’t even thought about bedding Lyla, but she is unmistakably a very attractive woman.

"P-Pleasant…"

As she responds with hesitation, I approach her and climb up on the bed. Lyla tried to jerk away, but she’s nearly cornered in this room, and she seems to be still lethargic somewhat. She only shifted in place. I laid down next to her, and slowly caresses her naked body. At each curve, she lets out tiny cries, and bites her lip.

"If it feels good, let me know. This room is pretty soundproof."

"But, but I’m… Your- ahhhh!"

Just by pinching her nipple with some force, Lyla’s body reacts as if it has been electrocuted. I still don’t expect her body to be modified towards feeling pleasure.

"You’re a beauty, Lyla, but I never thought you could be so cute."

Honestly. And as I say so, I depart my hand from her nipple to her groin, where it is still sticky from nectar. She closes her legs to attempt to fend off the hand, but only meekly.

"C-Cute…? How could you say that? I’m not elegant, nor small…"

"So what? I want to do it again. Please…?"

I whisper in her ear. Lyla is still socially higher ranked than me, and she acta like it most of the time. It seems right for me to ask her for favours.

"Please…?"

"You’re not much different in size than me. You’re tall for a woman, but I think you’re beautiful and awesome… And when you writhe in pleasure, you’re adorable."

Her closing legs completely lose all power behind them.

"Stop calling me cute… Hrmm!"

I jump on her and steal her lips. Even through her hesitation, her lips slightly parted. I insert my tongue to pry them open, letting it wonder in her mouth until I pull her tongue out. When I pull myself up, trying to hover above Lyla, who has been rolled on to her back, I am pulled down and ended up flat on top of her. I could feel her arms wrapped around my back. My penis is hard again, but I haven’t inserted yet. Her large breasts seems to be constraint during her day-to-day, as they remained perky and pushed back up on my chest.

I figure Lyla could handle some of my weight, so instead of holding my self up with them, I relax my arms slowly, then wrap my hand around her head, petting her hair and sucking on her lips. We stay like that, pressing our bodies up against each other for a few minutes as our tongues dances. Some moist sounds and panting, along with the slight creaking of the bed are the only sounds echoing in the room.

Phew… Oh, Lyla, your face."

While some tears and drool are running down her face, Layla is smiling. Crying and smiling.

"Hiro… I’m begging you, I can’t hold back…"

"Yeah. I can’t either. I’m going to take you. Won’t be mine… Lyla?"

"Yes, come. I… Want you, too."

I lift her waist and try to insert my penis, but since Lyla’s body size is more similar to mine compared to other girls, I struggled to connect. Of course, the other problem is that we are still in embrace… Then, Lyla releases her hands and reaches for my penis. One spreads her lips down below, and the other gently grasps my penis, then she pulls them together. She must have been embarrassed still, as she is looking away.

"Hurry… Please."

I slowly, teasingly, inserted my penis. Despite the reentry, her powerful contractions inside almost make me ejaculate as soon as I went in. I penetrate all the way in, then slowly pull it out. Just before it’s out, I put it back halfway, then pull it out again. Watching Lyla’s reaction, I continue to go in and out.

"Hiro…? You can, move, harder…_

Lyla sheepishly asks. Judging from her panting, I could see that she is aroused, but perhaps she isn’t feeling too much pleasure.

"Did you want me to be rougher?"

"Um… Well, the other times, were more rough….! N-Nevermind!"

With that, she hides her face behind her hands.

As expected, Soraya hypnotized her into sleeping with other men, other than Lubreo.

 While they aren’t clear, she seems to have some recollection of sleeping with other men. I don’t want to poke around and cause a scene by triggering Soraya’s hypnosis, so I decide to ask something else.

"Do you like it rougher, Lyla?"

"Well, I… Um, like it slower, but…! L-Look what you’ve made me say… I want to know what will make you feel better…"

She answers with her face still covered. Perhaps she had only been trained to service men, that she isn’t used to actively seeking pleasure.

"I want to see you lose yourself in pleasure. If you feel good, I feel good. So… please won’t you let yourself?"

Lyla isn’t looking for permission. I am starting to realize that it is best for me to beg her. She couldn’t resist for long, or just too kind to turn down a favour.

"But… I don’t…"

"You’re not a knight, right now. You’re not on duty. Won’t you just the cute lady I’m sleeping with?"

"S-Stop. Stop saying such, things…"

Even when I play with her nipple, even when she had my penis in her mouth, even if she was turned on, she had never blushed brighter than she did now. Her face is like a ripe apple. Lyla really isn’t used to being called “cute.”

"I think it’s really cute when say things like that, Lyla."

"N-No, don’t, say that… Hiro, if you keep saying things like that…"

Her hips jolts. Since she is already quite worked up, she might have been approaching ecstasy. Her legs wrapped around me, trying to embrace my torso.

"Why not? You’re cute so I called you cute."

"But, if you, say… Say those things… I’ll… You"

I guess Lubreo was never nice to her, even dishonestly. And her father… Right.

Lyla had told me that her father died dishonorably when she was a child. Once she had become a criminal’s daughter, she missed out on the crucial time of her life to receive love …She was starving for love, without even realizing it.

I go for her lips without a word, and she responds without any. A thin layer of sweat wlis beading on her skin… I couldn’t hold out for much longer, either. Undoubtedly, Soraya would notice that change in her, too. I could take her body now, but not completely corrupt her, just yet.

Then, we silently hold our lips together as we bounce within each other… Until I flood Lady Knight Lyla’s vagina with a seventh load of semen. All the while, we are locked in a powerful embrace.

…After ejaculating, and Lyla holding on to me tightly as her deep climax fades, her arms and legs finally releases me after some time. When I unintentionally try to sit up, I notice her trying to clean my penis. Perhaps a habit forced onto her as they made her into a sex toy. I pull her up by the arm and laid her down on top of me.

"It’s okay. You’re okay. You can lean on me. Lyla, I forgive you. So… You can cry, tonight."

"H..Hiro. What are you… Saying… Don’t, say… That…"

She must have been holding back. I know she doesn’t want to show vulnerability to her subject of duty given by her master. Still, I pull her close and pat her back…. I shut my eyes from everything. After a minute, I feel Lyla’s head leans on my chest, and I hear her muffled tears.

Whatever kind of life she was living, I could only peak through a glimpse of it. The fact that she loves Lubreo, and Lubreo would never love her… She is well aware of that. I only slept with her once. What could I say to her? I’m just the man who bedded her once.

Before I know it, I have forgotten about Soraya’s shadow looming behind Lyla, and have fallen asleep with her in my arms.