The mont Camilla stepped inside the room, her expression violently twitched.
The dorm looked catastrophic.
One side of the heavy oak bedfra was cracked, a chair had sohow lost two legs, cum-stained sheets were hanging halfway off the mattress, and shredded clothes were scattered everywhere like a hurricane had passed through the room during the night.
And standing in the middle of that disaster were three very awkwardly dressed won trying—and failing—to look normal.
Alicia was still wearing Arthur’s oversized black shirt, hurriedly buttoning the lower half while pretending the situation wasn’t completely absurd. Eveline had wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, hiding behind Alicia like that would sohow erase her existence. Althea was sitting stiffly at the edge of the bed in one of Arthur’s loose shirts, wearing the exhausted, hollow expression of soone who regretted every decision she’d made in the last twelve hours.
Camilla slowly looked around the room once more before taking a sharp, deep breath.
"...I received six separate complaints from this floor alone."
Arthur leaned lazily against the desk, crossing his arms. "Only six? That’s honestly impressive restraint from the students."
Camilla shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"This is a dormitory, Arthur, not so cheap underground brothel." She pointed a trembling finger toward the shattered furniture. "And what exactly happened here?"
Althea imdiately looked away, her face burning.
Eveline nearly buried herself entirely inside her blanket, letting out a pathetic squeak.
Alicia calmly adjusted her ssy platinum hair, answering with far too much dignity for soone standing in the middle of complete degeneracy. "Things escalated."
"That is not an explanation," Camilla hissed.
"It’s a summary."
Arthur almost laughed. Alicia was adapting to this lifestyle dangerously fast.
Camilla rubbed her temples tiredly, her chest heaving against her strict warden uniform. "I know you people are young and energetic, but would it have killed you to at least cast proper sound concealnt magic around the room? Or did you just forget in the heat of the mont?"
Silence.
Arthur shrugged unapologetically. "Pretty much. It’s hard to rember magic when you’re busy."
Camilla closed her eyes briefly, looking like she was praying to whatever gods were listening for patience.
Unfortunately for her, Arthur wasn’t about to give her any. Now that Alicia had officially given him a free pass, he had absolutely zero intention of hiding anything from his future first wife.
He stepped closer before Camilla could recover. Without even trying to hide it, Arthur reached out and casually slid his hand around the Warden’s waist. He pulled her flush against him, his fingers brushing against the curve of her hip before dropping straight down to her plump ass.
The movent instantly made the atmosphere inside the room shift.
Alicia blinked.
Eveline’s eyes widened to the size of saucers above her blanket.
Even Althea looked completely caught off guard.
Camilla stiffened imdiately, her eyes snapping open. "Arthur—!"
"What?" Arthur said innocently, giving her heavy ass cheek a firm, possessive squeeze right through the fabric of her black skirt. "I’m just calming down our hardworking dorm warden."
Camilla let out a startled, breathless sound, her face flushing bright red instantly.
"Arthur, what are you doing?" Alicia asked, crossing her arms. She was shocked by the sheer shalessness of it, not the act itself.
Arthur looked at Alicia with complete nonchalance. "Can’t you see? I’m soothing her anger. Nobody can control themselves around my dick, Alicia. You know that."
Before Camilla could even formulate a protest to that vulgar remark, Arthur raised his hand and brought it down hard against her ass.
PAAAH!
The sharp, stinging smack echoed loudly through the room. The thick flesh of Camilla’s ass visibly jiggled from the impact.
"Aahnn—!" Camilla gasped, her knees buckling slightly as a pained, utterly lewd moan slipped from her lips. She instinctively grabbed Arthur’s arm, glaring at him with completely red cheeks while trying—and failing—to maintain her usual strict composure.
Alicia stared at the two of them for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "You really didn’t leave even her alone, huh..."
"What can I say?" Arthur replied shalessly, pulling Camilla closer so she could feel the hard bulge straining in his pants. "Won just naturally fall for my charms."
"Your ego is unbelievable," Althea muttered from the bed.
"And yet, it keeps working," Arthur shot back.
Camilla looked monts away from either strangling him or lting into the floor from sheer embarrassnt. Being toyed with like this in front of his girlfriends—especially a Saintess and a noble heiress—was shattering her strict, authoritative facade.
Arthur turned his attention back to Alicia. "Besides, having the dorm warden on our side is extrely beneficial, isn’t it? She takes care of all the annoying, nial little problems for us."
He didn’t stop there. Arthur grabbed the collar of Camilla’s crisp white blouse and violently yanked it downward.
Rip!
The top three buttons popped off, clattering against the marble floor. Camilla gasped in shock as her heavy, massive breasts spilled out of her straining black lace bra, completely exposed to the entire room.
"Arthur!" Camilla squeaked, trying to cover herself with her hands, but he caught her wrists and pinned them to her sides.
He reached forward and aggressively groped her bare tits, kneading the soft, heavy flesh before pinching her sensitive nipples between his fingers and giving them a hard twist.
"Nnngh! Ahhh... F-Fuck!" Camilla whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder. The pain mixed with the overwhelming humiliation, but her body betrayed her completely.
Arthur glanced down. A dark, damp patch was already forming at the center of her tight black skirt. She was leaking, her arousal completely overwhelming her professional dignity.
"See?" Arthur grinned, pinching her nipples even harder, making her squirm against his groin. "She’s very eager to please. Won’t you take care of those noise complaints for us... Miss Warden?"
Camilla’s face was burning up, tears of pure, stimulated embarrassnt pricking the corners of her eyes. She squeezed her soaked thighs together, her breathing ragged and desperate.
"Y-Yes..." she stuttered, her voice shaking as Arthur increased the force of his pinching. "I... I will t-take care of it, Master..."
Arthur laughed, letting go of her nipples and giving her ass one last, firm squeeze before stepping back. Camilla imdiately covered her exposed chest, panting heavily as she leaned against the doorfra to keep herself from collapsing.
Arthur turned to Alicia, Eveline, and Althea, spreading his arms with a cocky grin.
"See? Very helpful."
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