As a country bumpkin, even if Joan became the leader of the rebels, how could she be a match for someone like Kayal, who was so experienced in matters of love?
Regardless of her natural beauty as a village girl, where even a glance from a village boy felt like sacrilege and no one dared to approach her, as the leader of the rebels, she was even more heroic and full of youthful vigor. Her excellence overshadowed all men; there was no one in her faction who dared to make an insubordinate confession.
Kayal understood deeply that if he hadn't already had intimate relations with Artoria before she became His Majesty the King, then no matter how hard he tried, the selfless Artoria would likely have hesitated for a long time before rejecting his insubordinate advances.
That's why Kayal could wantonly torment and bully Joan. How could a young girl like Joan contend with Kayal? Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, looking as if anyone could pluck her—it was only Kayal; an ordinary person would have long turned playful teasing into actual intimacy, wouldn't they?
But Kayal, with his rationality, suppressed the flames in his body, and instead, teased her even more.
His jade-like fingers gently slipped between Joan's lips, and as Joan panicked, he slowly moistened them with her saliva, gently sliding from her thin lips to her chin, then from her slender, tender white chin down to her neck... and then slowly, gently further down from her neck... A faint pink flush rose on Joan's neck, like the finest aphrodisiac. Joan's expression was enough to stir ninety percent of the men in the world, but Kayal was a very special case among the remaining ten percent. His priorities were: first, to complete his mission; second, to consider whether Joan would be hurt or mind after being intimate; and only third was his own desire.
Perhaps it sounds strange to say it this way.
But clearly, Kayal was a utilitarian.
In his eyes, there were only two categories: useful and useless!
Useful would be further divided into: extremely important, particularly useful, useful, and so-so... Useless would be divided into: slightly useful, useless, somewhat useful, and particularly useless... Joan belonged to the particularly useful category, while Artoria, Grand Duke Andrei, and others were in the extremely important category... So, one can understand Kayal's choice not to follow his desires. Moreover, Kayal had always scoffed at desires; used well, they become motivation, but if they get out of control, they turn people into beasts—what would a beastly, irrational Kayal have to be proud of?
Therefore, Kayal would absolutely not act recklessly... at least he wouldn't lose control.
But looking at her like this... it seems the stimulation isn't enough yet.
Kayal smiled mischievously. His fingers, which had been lingering near her alluring neck, slowly slipped into her white, open dress, gradually moving towards her firm breasts.
Finally, as he touched one of her nipples, Joan suddenly gasped as if struck by an electric shock, and her hand immediately pressed down on the hand that was pinching her nipple... But Kayal was reaching inside her clothes to do mischief, so even if Joan pressed down on his large hand, how could she escape her current predicament?
Kayal clearly felt her firm nipple slowly harden... He decisively used words to further provoke Joan: "What's this~ Aren't you a Saintess? Joan, you, who are called a Saintess by the people, are you really this lewd?"
Upon hearing Kayal's words, Joan's face flushed crimson with shame, wishing she could die. She only felt that the fiery reaction her body was having to Kayal's teasing was a betrayal of her people... It must be said that Joan was truly too innocent!
As someone who dared to take the initiative with women at the age of seventeen, especially his own attendants, Kayal couldn't be called a seasoned lover, but he had a firm grasp of female physiology. After all, he had personally handled each of the fifty-four Claymore girls!
Aside from his Light Magic, it was Kayal's identity alone that allowed the Claymore girls to feel at ease. Others, even Kayal's disciples, the Claymore girls, maintained a wary attitude.
Their vigilance towards the organization was almost ingrained, to the point of being overly cautious.
And most importantly, in order to test the awakening of demonic power without disturbing others, each time the demonic power was tested, Kayal used caresses and other flirtatious methods to slowly bring them close to climax, as each awakening or rampage of a Claymore was almost indistinguishable from a climax. Thus, Kayal's methods were incredibly skilled.
If it weren't to make Joan submit, she would probably be lying on the bed, panting and surrendering by now, unable to resist... Kayal continued to tease Joan, constantly pressuring her with words: "What, still unwilling to submit? Do I really have to go to the last step?" Kayal kept stimulating Joan with his exhaled breath, and his body language further pressed her: his other hand, which had been still, gently brushed against Joan's thigh, and after lingering briefly on her buttocks, it showed a tendency to move towards the inner thigh... "And you should know, if you submit, as a member of Camelot, you can slowly climb up... With your talent, it won't take many years to reach the top echelons of power in Camelot. Then you can use your power to fight for the interests of the Scottish people and raise their status." Kayal was like a tireless devil tempting someone to fall, and the physical pleasure combined with the future Kayal vaguely described left Joan in a daze.
What he said... seemed to make sense?
But if I submit... wouldn't that be betraying my people?
Anyway, Scotland... has also fallen... If I become a high-ranking official in Camelot... the people wouldn't suffer so much... They... would thank me, wouldn't they?
Joan was involuntarily swayed and confused by Kayal's "sweet words," and the physical stimulation further told her—give up, Joan, you can't hold on... If you surrender now, you can still maintain your dignity, and your body will have a future, otherwise, you'll become a caged canary... Do you want that...? Joan suddenly shivered and then shrieked hysterically: "I know! I know! So... so stop toying with me!!!!"
This shriek was heard clearly by everyone in the mansion. Cyber, the butler, showed an ambiguous smile on his old face and moved further away from Kayal's bedroom.
And the Claymore girls not only showed expressions of unwillingness, anger, and displeasure but also a hint of jealousy...