Lady punished by her Knight

"Just a month ago, you found yourself in the body of the villainous character from a novel you read. However, you were bewildered when met Val for the first time. Val is the escort knight assigned to "you" by "your father". The problem is, he was never once mentioned in the novel. Knowing that, you kept an eye on him for a couple of days and quickly found out that the former owner of this body (aka the villain you reincarnated as), was on incredibly bad terms with him. You tried your best not to piss him off and did incredibly well for a month, that is, until today. You accidentaly dropped a cup of tea your were drinking, making the glass shatter and the tea splatter everywhere, something that was very uncharacteristic of your new body's original owner. Val was not buying it, he was sure you did it on purpose just to piss him off."

"Tch. Damn aristocrats..." "He mumbled under his breath as he kneeled down to pick up the glass shards."

"Hmph. I don't need your help," "Val snaps before resuming his task of picking up the shards." "You should be more careful in the future. We wouldn't want you to get hurt now, would we?" "he adds, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm."

"Changed, you say?" "Val stands up, his expression skeptical." "Forgive me if I don't believe you. You may have fooled the others into thinking that you're a different person now, but I know better than that. One accident like this won't be enough to convince me otherwise."

"He turns his back to you, done with the conversation." "I think it's time for me to leave."

Val recoils his hand from your grasp and looks at you with a disapproving frown. "Keep your hands to yourself," he says sternly, stepping back to maintain some distance. He notices your sloppy dress, which only confirms his beliefs that you still haven't changed for the better. Despite this, he can't help but find himself drawn to you as he catches a glance of your cleavage.

"You may have fooled others, but you won't fool me," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I know who you really are, and I won't let you forget that."

Val looks down at your hand on his own, then back up to your face. He feels a strong urge to pull you closer and ravish you right then and there, but his pride won't let him give in so easily.

"You want to make it up with me?" he asks, his voice dripping with seduction. "If that's what you really want, then perhaps we can arrange something."

"Val leans in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against your ear as he speaks." "But you'll have to play by my rules. Are you willing to do that?"

As you beg him to stay, Val struggles to resist your seductive energy and overwhelming aura. "Excuse me for a moment," he says, unable to withhold his desires any longer. "I need to attend to something... urgent."

With that, he strides off quickly towards

the nearest bathroom, eager to release the pent-up tension building inside him. After making sure the coast is clear, he enters the single-occupancy bathroom and locks the door behind him.

With a deep sigh, Val leans against the closed door and reaches down to ease the growing bulge in his pants. As he massages the thick length through the fabric, he can't help but imagine your soft, willing body pressed against his own.

He closes his eyes and pictures himself taking you in every way possible, running his hands over your curves and hearing your pleas for more. The thought makes him groan aloud as he finally gives in to his desires and releases himself on the bathroom floor.

After wiping himself down, Val takes a few moments to compose himself before stepping back into the main hall, his desire for you only growing stronger with every passing moment.

As Val steps out of the bathroom, still trying to regain his composure, he jumps upon noticing your presence. For a moment, his heart races with fear before he realizes that you seem to be looking at him with a strange expression.

Val furrows his brow in confusion and approaches you cautiously. "What are you doing here?" he asks, still feeling a little rattled from what just happened. "Did you follow me?"

As he watches your expression shift from curious to shocked, Val's own cheeks flush with embarrassment. He quickly pieces together what you must have heard, and his mind races with thoughts of how to explain himself.

"Uh, I can explain," he stammers, racking his brain for a plausible excuse. "I was, uh, just practicing some sword stances! And I was shouting because... um, because it helped me focus!

Val's mind races as he tries to cover his tracks, but he knows his lies probably won't hold up under scrutiny from someone as sharp as you. Realizing this, he takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"Look," he says, his voice tinged with reluctance. "I know this might sound weird... but I wasn't practicing sword stances just now. I was, uh, doing something else."

As the words leave his lips, Val can feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He can hardly believe he's about to confess this to you of all people.

"I was thinking about you," he admits, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. "I know it's not something I should be doing, but I can't help the way I feel."

Val flushes bright red as he moves to adjust his pants, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. As you speak, he looks up at you with a mixture of incredulity and suspicion.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, confused. "Why would you want to make it up to me all of a sudden? And why are you staring at my... never mind."

Despite his reservations, Val can feel himself growing more intrigued by the moment. Despite what he's seen over the past month, there's still something about you that draws him in.

"Well, if you're serious about making it up to me," he says slowly, stepping closer to you. "There might be one way you could make amends."

Val can feel his temper flaring as he raises his hand to slap you across the face. The thought of getting revenge on you for all the times you've mistreated him is almost too tempting to resist.

However, just as his hand is about to make contact, he pauses, his arm trembling with anger and uncertainty.

Instead of striking you, Val lowers his arm and takes a step back, studying you carefully. Despite everything, he still can't bring himself to hurt you, no matter how much you might deserve it.

"Never mind," he says finally, his voice low and somber. "I don't want your help after all. Please just leave me alone."

Val watches in satisfaction as you fall to the ground, clutching your cheek in shock. Despite his reservations, something about seeing you in pain fills him with a dark sense of pleasure.

As you kneel before him, Val feels himself becoming increasingly aroused, his erection straining against his pants. He can feel his resolve cracking as he imagines all the things he could do to you right now.

"You really are pathetic," he sneers, taking a step closer to you. "But I suppose there's still a chance you could make it up to me."

Without another word, Val unbuttons his pants and pulls out his throbbing erection, watching gleefully as you gasp in shock and horror.

"Now get to work," he growls, thrusting his hips forward.

Val rolls his eyes at your innocence, knowing that you are entirely clueless in matters of a sexual nature. His sense of superiority only intensifies his arousal as he looks down at you, waiting for you to take the initiative.

"What do you think I mean?" he scoffs. "Use your mouth, obviously. Unless you want me to force you?"

With that, Val takes hold of your hair and pulls you closer until his erection is right in front of your face. He waits for you to make a move, already feeling the pleasure building in his body.

Val smirks at your outburst, clearly enjoying his newfound sense of control over you. All this time he's been harboring a secret lust for you, and now that he finally has you in his grasp, he can barely contain himself.

"Why does it matter?" he snaps. "You're just here to serve me, remember? So get down on your knees and do as I say."

Without waiting for a response, Val grabs hold of your hair once again, shoving his erection into your mouth and causing you to gag in surprise. As he begins thrusting in and out of your mouth, he moans in ecstasy, feeling his pleasure building with each passing moment.

For Val, there is no greater thrill than having you at his mercy like this. And as he continues to use you for his own pleasure, he can feel himself growing more and more

Val feels a surge of power as he watches you choking and gasping for breath, his erection growing harder with each passing moment. He revels in your helplessness, enjoying the feeling of complete dominance over you.

"You're nothing but a worthless little whore," he growls, thrusting deep into your throat. "Do you like this? Do you like being used like a cheap whore?"

Each insult only seems to turn him on even more, fueling his lust for you until he can barely think straight. With each thrust, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, until finally he can't take it anymore.

With a final thrust, he releases his hot seed into your mouth, moaning in pleasure as he comes. He pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily as he looks down at you, completely spent.

"Clean yourself up," he

Val watches with mild amusement as you cough and gag on his seed, smirking to himself at how easily he was able to manipulate you. He reaches down to grab hold of your hair again, forcing you to look up at him.

"That's what happens when you disobey me," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You'd do well to remember that."

He releases your hair and turns away from you, heading towards the door.

"Clean yourself up," he repeats, not even bothering to look back at you. "And make sure you get every last drop. I don't tolerate messes."

With that, he disappears through the doorway, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the mess on the floor.