After returning to the riverside.
According to their agreement, it was Carol's turn to hide.
However, when Regulus set out to search, he found that Carol hadn't gone far at all. She was standing behind a nearby tree, making no real effort to conceal herself.
In just a few minutes, Regulus arrived in front of her.
"You're here," Carol said, her tone and expression calm.
The next moment, she began to unbuckle her equipment. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her uniform.
Her behavior was understandable. In her mind, this "hide and seek" was just a pretext. She assumed he would find her immediately and then demand her body, just like before.
"Stop," Regulus said.
Carol froze, her hands lingering on her collar. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Let's play an interesting little game first."
"A game?"
"That's right. A game."
Regulus walked closer, encroaching on her personal space. He reached out, his fingers gripping her chin, and forcibly tilted her head up.
He pressed his thumb against her lip, forcing her mouth open. He peered inside, inspecting the cavity with a critical eye.
"Carol, answer me. What's the biggest thing you usually eat in one go?"
"Wh... what's the biggest thing I eat?" Carol mumbled, her jaw still held in his grip.
"Yes. What is it?"
Regulus released her chin and stepped back, waiting for an answer.
Carol rubbed her jaw, confused. Why would he ask such a strange question? Was he concerned about her diet?
Although she couldn't understand the intent, she thought about it seriously.
"If it's about size... probably a banana."
"A banana," Regulus repeated, a strange smile curling his lips.
"Yes. I quite like that fruit."
"It's good that you like bananas. That makes this easier."
Carol became even more confused. But what confused her most was his next condition.
"Hide again. And if I find you successfully this time... how about I treat you to a banana?"
"Treat me... to a banana?"
"Yes. I want to watch you eat one."
"Huh?"
She completely failed to understand the man in front of her.
Why would he want to watch her eat fruit? Did he have a fetish for people dining? His preferences were truly incomprehensible.
However, she noticed a key command in his words.
"You just said... 'find me' again?"
"That's right," Regulus said, crossing his arms. "Don't stay in such an obvious spot this time. Put some effort into it. It's boring if I win too easily."
"Eh! Ah... Okay, I understand."
Carol took a deep look at Regulus. He was serious. He actually wanted to play the game properly.
"I'm really going now."
"Go ahead. The clock is ticking."
Confirming she had a head start, Carol no longer hesitated. She re-fastened her equipment and turned to run in the opposite direction of the town.
During the waiting time, Regulus observed from a distance.
He watched as Carol ran toward the forest, then suddenly doubled back and changed direction, heading toward the commercial district.
'A feint,' he thought with amusement. 'She's using basic knight tactics.'
Only after the agreed-upon ten minutes had passed did Regulus leisurely make his way toward the town.
Meanwhile, Carol had stopped on a busy street.
To be honest, she still didn't feel at ease.
Theresia had told her about the previous rounds. No matter where Theresia ran, Regulus found her instantly.
If he could do that to the Sword Saint, he could certainly do it to a regular Knight.
Carol felt a complex mix of emotions.
Are we really tied by the red string of fate? Or is he just that powerful?
She shook her head abruptly, dispelling the romantic notion.
"Let's not think about that," she muttered to herself. "He said he wanted to treat me to a banana... But if I lose, it would be more appropriate for the loser to buy the food, wouldn't it?"
She looked up and saw a fruit stand nearby.
She walked straight over.
"Little girl, what would you like?"
"Please wrap this bunch up for me."
"Okay!"
The fruit stand owner nimbly picked up the largest, freshest, most curved bunch of yellow bananas that Carol pointed to.
After buying them, Carol didn't linger on the street. She walked into a nearby inn and asked for a private room in a secluded corner on the second floor.
In her opinion, hiding in a closet or under a bed was undignified and useless against him. If he could find her, he would find her sitting in a chair just as easily.
While waiting in the empty room, Carol took out a banana.
As she had said, she genuinely liked the fruit. It was sweet, soft, and filling.
However, as she peeled the yellow skin, revealing the white flesh, she fell into deep thought.
She stared at the phallic fruit in her hand.
What kind of game involves eating?
He had forcibly opened her mouth earlier to check the size. And now this?
She frowned. She couldn't connect the dots. She was too innocent—or perhaps too focused on her duty—to understand the lewd implication immediately.
"Forget it. He'll explain when he gets here. Thinking about it is a waste of effort."
Carol gave up on analyzing Regulus's twisted mind. She lifted the banana to her lips and took a bite.
"Mm."
It was delicious.
"The fruit at this store is very good. I'll buy some more later for Miss Theresia," she murmured with a satisfied expression.
She finished the first one quickly. Still hungry, she peeled a second one.
She opened her mouth, intending to take a large bite.
Crash!
Suddenly, a shadow blocked the light. Someone jumped in through the open second-floor window, landing silently in the room.
The sudden intrusion startled Carol, who had her guard completely down.
Her hand jerked forward in surprise.
"Ugh—!!!"
The banana was shoved deep into her throat.
"Ack—! Ghhk!"
Regulus, who had just hopped through the window, froze.
He looked at the scene before him: Carol, sitting in a chair, tears forming in her eyes, with a large banana deeply lodged in her throat, gagging.
He raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
Could it be... she already guessed my intention and was practicing beforehand?
"Haa~ Haa~!"
Carol yanked the fruit out of her mouth, coughing violently. She breathed heavily, her face flushed red.
It was terrible. She had almost choked to death on a piece of fruit because he decided to use the window instead of the door.
After she calmed down a bit, she glared at him with watery eyes.
"You're here."
"Yes, I'm here."
"These... cough... are the bananas I bought. Please help yourself if you want one."
Carol placed the half-eaten, slightly saliva-coated banana on the table. She had lost her appetite. Her throat hurt.
Regulus smiled. He walked over, sat beside her, and picked up the banana she had just put down.
"I already ate that one!" Carol exclaimed, trying to stop him. "It's dirty!"
She thought he intended to eat her leftovers.
However, Regulus didn't bring the fruit to his own mouth.
Instead, he turned to her, holding the banana up to her lips.
"Open up."
Carol stared at him, stunned.
She immediately remembered his words from the riverside: 'I want to watch you eat.'
She looked at the fruit, then at his expectant, commanding eyes.
She had no choice. She was the toy.
Carol slowly opened her mouth.
Regulus didn't hesitate. He pushed the fruit forward, sliding it past her lips, filling her mouth completely.
"Ugh—!!"
Carol's eyes widened as the soft fruit filled her mouth completely.
Regulus didn't stop there. He held the banana firmly, treating it not as food, but as a tool for training. He pushed it in and out, establishing a slow, rhythmic pace that forced Carol to keep her mouth open wide, her tongue flattening instinctively to accommodate the intrusion.
"Mgh... gulp..."
She tried to swallow the mushed fruit, her cheeks bulging, but Regulus's relentless motion made it difficult. Juice and saliva began to drip from the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin.
"See?" Regulus whispered, leaning close to her ear. "You said the biggest thing you eat is a banana. But you're struggling with just this much. That's not good enough, Carol."
With a final, deep shove that made her gag, he pulled the fruit out and tossed it aside.
"Since you've warmed up... let's move on to the real meal."
Carol, panting heavily and wiping the sticky mess from her chin, watched in horror as Regulus stood up and undid his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking in the quiet room was deafening.
"Wait... here? Now?"
"You lost the game. I found you. And I promised to treat you."
He pushed his trousers down, revealing his hardening length. It was thick, veined, and unmistakably larger than the fruit she had just struggled with.
"Open up."
Carol hesitated, her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt until her knuckles turned white. She looked at the door, then at the window Regulus had entered through. There was no escape. She was a Knight, but right now, she was just a toy.
She slowly sank to her knees on the wooden floorboards, the position humiliatingly familiar.
"I... I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling.
She reached out with shaking hands, grasping his hips to steady herself, and opened her mouth.
The moment the head pressed against her lips, the smell of musk and arousal filled her nose. She closed her eyes and took him in.
"Mmph!"
It was too big.
Unlike the banana, which was soft and yielding, this was hard as iron. It stretched her jaw to its absolute limit. She tried to take him deep, but her throat constricted reflexively, stopping him halfway.
"Relax your throat," Regulus commanded, his hand tangling in her short blonde hair. "Don't use your teeth. Use your tongue. Swirl it."
Carol tried to obey. She wrapped her lips tighter around the shaft, creating a seal, and moved her head bobbing forward and back. Slurp. Schlick. The wet, obscene sounds of suction echoed in the small room.
Regulus groaned low in his throat, satisfied by the tightness. He began to thrust his hips, meeting her movements.
"Ghh—! Gok!"
The sudden increase in pace caught her off guard. He hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex violently. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks. She wanted to pull back, to breathe, but his hand on the back of her head held her firm, forcing her to take every inch.
It hurts. It's too deep. I can't breathe.
But amidst the suffocation, a strange, perverse heat began to pool in her belly. The dominance, the degradation of serving him like this while people walked on the street just outside the window... it was breaking something inside her.
"Deeper," Regulus growled. "Take it all the way to the root. Show me your loyalty."
Carol whimpered around his cock, her eyes rolling back as she forced herself to swallow him whole. Her nose brushed against his pubic hair, inhaling his scent, while saliva and pre-cum coated her tongue.
She bobbed her head faster, desperate to please him, desperate to finish this "game" before she passed out from lack of air.
Slurp... Gawk... Glug...
Regulus looked down at the beautiful female knight, usually so dignified in her armor, now reduced to a slobbering mess at his feet, her face stained with tears and spit, working his shaft with desperate devotion.
"That's it," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Good girl. Keep going. Don't spill a drop."
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