C:SOD Chapter 5 (Patreon)

AT THE ??? MANSION

"Mavis?" Says a voice of class and arrogance, Hermes once again shocked at the presence of the one and only White King, Frost. "What's a peasant doing here?"

Frost is here? What-

"F... Fr... Frost," Mavis' voice dwindled to his usual shyness, "He's my tutor... I... uhm... please don't be mean to him..."

"Tch," Frost scoffs and scans Hermes' casual yet professional outfit of a white button-up and teachers' slacks. "You really did seduce my cousin into letting you into our house, did you."

They're cousins?! "Excuse me, I am here to simply tutor, not whatever dirty conspiracy you're thinking of."

Mavis starts to get upset, biting his lips and holding his head down. But he grabs Hermes' wrist, "Leave him alone, Frost. This one is good!"

Uhm...?! Mavis drags Hermes to the hallways despite Frost glaring at them spitefully. The tone of Mavis' voice made it very obvious that he was holding back tears. "Please... ignore him... he has always been mean... to everyone..."

When they finally reach a room, Hermes finally says, "Oh. I never thought you guys were cousins. Why doesn't he stay close to you?"

Mavis looks at him, then nervously looks away. "Nobody... wants to get close to me... why would they... I'm sick and ugly..."

"What, Mavis," Hermes steps closer to him to lift his chin up, forcing the shy boy to face him. "Hmm. Deep-set eyes, full brows, strong nose, and full lips. You don't look ugly to me. Your skin and weight may be unhealthy, but that doesn't make you ugly. You look cute."

Mavis' eyes held a happy and hopeful glint looking up at the teacher like this, truly feeling like he's not alone again, and heart fluttering in delight. For the first time, he feels pretty just because Hermes says he is. His heart can't take it, and he has to cough it out away from Hermes. Yet the teacher can't help but wonder how in the world are this guy and Frost related. But also, he feels unsettled because his top suspect is in the same house as he is.

The teacher just chuckles and pats Mavis' back, leading him to sit at a desk. The room looked to be Mavis' bedroom, with an unmade bed, large bookshelves, and a study desk with two seats on either side for easy tutoring. It is a little sad seeing one corner filled with emergency oxygen tanks, and a table with a nebulizer. Mavis truly is sick, and deep down Hermes feels bad for the poor boy who can't seem to live normally.

two hours later, Hermes congratulated Mavis for a successful tutoring session. Not only did he teach the keywords and concepts of Physical Health Education, but he helped him with Math and English homework as well. He also helped Mavis with his course, aka Animal Science subjects because he wants to be a veterinarian.

"See, you got it. It's easy, right?"

"Y-yeah... I know the difference now... this is... awesome..." Mavis looks genuinely happy with how well he's doing on his own, applying Hermes' methods to his assignment. "Miss Thena's little book... I'll give them to you when we're done. Thank you so much for being with me, Mr. Quinn..."

Mavis is so sweet. How could anyone not be friends with this guy, he's all smiles despite getting easily tired at speaking.

Someone suddenly knocks on the door and a very polite voice says, "Snacks for the young Master?"

Mavis blushed in embarrassment at that name. But, Hermes stands up so he doesn't have to. After getting food, Mavis could only look in admiration at the gentle teacher whose cold face is softening up to appear more friendly to this sickly boy.

"M-my family has to make special foods for me," Mavis says while taking the yogurt and oatmeal, "B-because I have a lot of allergies... the yogurt and... uhh... this... was made by the chefs from scratch... no perversatives."

"Preservatives," Hermes softly corrects him with a slight chuckle. Dámn, someone could just poison him. He's so lucky to be born rich. "I hope they're delicious."

"They are! P-please have some... maybe it tastes good--ahh!" Mavis reached out to offer Hermes the special sandwich, only to spill the milk all over the tray, and himself.

Hermes acted quickly and shoved the papers out of the table, as well as saving the sandwich and grapes from being spoiled by the milk. Mavis stands up, clothes now covered. "Mavis, are you alright? Is it hot?!"

He's... he's worried about me... I'm so happy... Mavis couldn't help but smile, "Yes, yes I'm fine... uhm..."

"You go change. I'll clean this all up, alright?" Hermes says with a tone of authority in his voice, taking the dishes onto another table to make it easier to clean.

Mr. Quinn is so nice... and sexy... Mavis' heart beats wildly for him, "Is it okay if... if I take a bath?"

"Yes sure, take your time," Hermes said while busy organizing his stuff into another table.

Mavis then rushed into the bathroom, where he disappeared for a long time with only the water running. After Hermes finished cleaning, he had a little time to take a nap on the study table, so he sat down to doze off on his arms while waiting for Mavis.

later on, Hermes finally hears the bathroom door open so he opens his eyes to wake up. When he turns around, "Oh sorry I dozed off for a bit, wh—Mavis?"

Hermes froze at his feet and almost choked with his own spit when he turns around to see Mavis standing in front of him in a sexualized maid outfit, complete with fishnet stockings that replaced the bandages that cover his thin legs and thighs. His headband is replaced with a maid's headpiece, and applied concealer to hide his eye bags. He stands there knees together, terribly shy.

"Uhm... do I look pretty...?"

"Mavis, wh... what are you... why are you... uhm, wearing this...?" Hermes takes one step back, very weirded out until his hips hit the table. Mavis looks pretty, like a diamond in a museum one isn't allowed to touch.

"Uhm... Miss Thena... told me everything... about her... the people she's friends with... the people giving her trouble... I think... I know more about her life in Carvalle... than anyone else..." Mavis presses his arms down his skirt, insecure about his appearance. "I'll tell you everything I know... everything about Miss Thena... a... all I ask for is..."

Hermes is too distracted that he didn't even notice Mavis walking towards him until he got right in front of him, taking the teacher's hand to put on his chest.

"... please have séx with me..." The shy young man blurts out with a flustered face.

Hermes immediately snatches his hand back and leans away, "Mavis, are you crazy?! I'm a teacher—"

"Not anymore! Y-you're not at school, w-we're not at school hours... I... I dressed up as a maid so you won't see me as a... as a student! P-please... I..."

"Mavis, no," Hermes steps away from him, disgusted. "I'm not sleeping with you, it's wrong."

Mavis looks up at him with reddened eyes, tears starting to form as he turns upset. "A-am I that repulsive...?! Am I still ugly...?! A... am I that unlovable...?! No one likes me, I'll die soon and alone, I just... I just want to experience séx like other people...!"

"Mavis no, you're not ugly, you look beautifu—!" Hermes pauses because his compliment enables something he is against. However, Mavis looks a little happier when he says that, as if it gave him hope. "... but why don't you pay people your age to sleep with you?!"

Hermes doesn't approve of Mavis soliciting people, but why him? Also, he didn't expect Mavis to like men, especially this kind of séxual encounters where he provocatively dresses up.

"No, I don't like them!" Mavis starts to cry and smear his mascara on his bottom lashes, giving the illusion of his usual dark eye bags. "They're mean, and they will hurt me! Y-you won't... so please... please... I... I will help you find your sister's killer... j-just please... help me feel like a normal person..."

Mavis has lived as a hospital patient his entire life, barely having any friends or lovers because of his conditions. Living off of strict soups and limited diets. Nobody would approach him for fear of getting 'infected' and everyone, including himself, sees him as ugly and undesirable. Although Mavis has proportionate and attractive facial features, he doesn't know how to take care of himself and his personality is not something people would be attracted to him for. Most likely, he'll get taken advantage of.

His cousin is the only person in his life to take care of him in Carvalle, but Frost doesn't act like he'd want to be close with Mavis. While Mavis sits at the front of the class, Frost sits way back. He found true friendship with Miss Thena, who accompanied him and protected him from the dreadful Masked Twins. But, she was gone too soon. He just wants someone to be with him, even if it's for one night. One night where he feels like an ordinary person who is having intimacy with someone he likes.

Hermes' desires are against breaking the rules of Carvalle, breaking his own ethics. Even when of age, they are never allowed to have sexual affairs with students, especially someone who clearly can't fight back like Mavis.

"Mavis, I-" seeing that look on his face, and being tempted by the information Mavis offers, Hermes sighs and swallows his morals. "Just... this one time, alright?"

Mavis' eyes lighten up, but inside he's thinking, One time? I hope not... The younger boy just steps forward and boldly throws his arms around the teacher, kissing him.

Mavis tastes like orange juice... And Hermes has never felt so guilty, yet also turned on because he hasn't had any séxual encounters since he entered college. Senior high was the last time he dated. Mavis wearing something sexy and smelling this good contributed to him getting hard for something forbidden.

Finally... my... first kiss! This is Mavis' biggest fantasy, to have Hermes touch him like a lover and make him feel less lonely.

"Mr. Quinn..." Mavis says his name quite seductively, smiling like it's the best thing ever. He slowly leads Hermes to his bed where he sits and lowers himself to get his head in level with Hermes' crotch.

"Mavis, I'm not sure if I should—"

"Y-you're backing out now...?"

"You're a student!"

"Not anymore... it's the weekend, and we're not in school..." Mavis undoes his belt and pants, "Please... do this for me... and... and I'll tell you everyone... who has ever been close to Thena... and... her secrets... I'll tell you all..."

In return for sleeping with him?! Hermes is conflicted; this is forbidden in school rules, but Mavis found a loophole. The information he held could really help Hermes in his investigation. All he has to do is...

Both Mavis and Hermes released the most satisfied moan when Mavis puts his warm mouth around his díck, seeming to put all his practiced skills from his fantasies. The urge to tease him with the tongue, massage the tip and shaft with the insides of his cheeks, letting it hit his throat and make him cough and gag.

"Mavis, are you okay?!"

Mavis gagged away from his cóck, yet was still holding it by hand. "I'm... I'm alright..."

He looks up at the teacher, before happily smiling at the sight of a hard, wet díck that he thought he could only enjoy through pörn and pictures. I'm holding one... so pretty... so hard... ahh, "Could this fit...?"

"What did you say?"

Mavis leans in to suck it like a great big lollipop, enjoying the sound of Hermes' deep breathing when he does so. "Mr. Quinn... can you put it inside me?"

"I feel weird hearing you call me Mr. Quinn, call me Hermes if we're doing this..."

If... we're... Mavis looks even happier, smiling while sucking on it. Does it mean there will be more?! I hope so! He finally gave me permission to use his name! Ahh, this is so hot... Hermes is so sexy...

While torturing the teacher with an amateur yet pleasurable blowjob, Mavis is rubbing himself through the skirt, the lingerie under it suppressing his hard-on. He pulls away from the díck and begs the teacher, "Hermes... mmm... please... I want to do it... with you... this... inside..."

Hermes sighs, justifying his desires by thinking of the information Mavis is withholding. He gives him what he wants and leans down to kiss the little Maid, Hermes now in between Mavis' thighs. Then, he lifts him to put him in the middle of the bed, careful not to trigger bruises.

"I... really don't want to hurt you..." Hermes whispered, but Mavis comforts him with a kiss on the lips. In this angle, seeing a happily smiling Mavis with his knees rubbing his sides seductively actually tempted Hermes and turned him on. Mavis looks attractive, especially when he's happier.

He has never looked this happy and flustered before, watching Hermes take his shirt off before he sits up to kiss him on the chest. When Mavis pulls him back on the bed with him and lets his hands travel all over his body, the boy says, "I... I've always wanted to lose my virginity with you... I like you so much... Hermes... I'm so happy that... I don't have to call you Mr. Quinn..."

The teacher, being reminded of his position as one, gets a stab in the heart from guilt itself. Ahh fúck, I shouldn't be doing this... "Mavis, please know... I'm still a teacher. We can't have any type of relationship, especially—"

"Shh," Mavis keeps kissing his lips as he grinds on him, a thumb pulling one side of his lingerie down. "Doesn't that make it hotter...?"

I have no desire of sleeping with students... But Hermes has to do this for his sister, so he kisses Mavis back. He can feel the boy's legs around his waist, grinding on him as if seducing him into this world of sin.

Hermes looks down to see an upturned skirt revealing a flimsy female's lingerie barely containing Mavis' untouched cóck, existing only for decoration. Hermes is breathless—turned on for sure, as he cannot resist such a sexy image. As Mavis strips it with one hand, Hermes helps with the other side until he can see the entirety of Mavis' pretty pale cöck.

Hermes shifts to go down on it, making Mavis yelp loudly at the feel of a tongue on his shaft.

"Relax Mavis," Hermes commanded, which triggered the tingling hormones in the boy's abdomen. He covers his mouth and lets his eyes roll to the back of his head when Hermes starts to suck like the experienced one he is.

"Mnnmhhh... more...! More, it feels so good...! I... I don't mind the teeth, Hermes... suck me harder, I don't care about the teeth...!"

Masochistic one, are you... Hermes did scrape his teeth on it, only in the tip where it's softer and can tolerate it. Not scraping, but squeezing it while his hands rub the shaft. It made Mavis whine and grab his hair, arching his back at the toe-curling kink.

"Yes, yes, yes please! Ohhh, that feels so good!" He whines out, almost crying because of how he loves feeling Hermes' hands, mouth, and teeth on him. "But wait no, stop! Mmmnn... I don't... want to cúm with a... blowjob... please... do it inside..."

Hermes has to oblige, so he carefully pushes Mavis' legs up to reveal a red, carefully trained hole. It looked clean, pretty... ready to get rid of its purity. However, Hermes feels something under his hands as he holds onto Mavis' thighs. It shocked him enough to freeze for a moment.

What... Only then did he try to look through the thigh-highs and notice more because Mavis replaced the leg bandages with the stockings.

"Mavis... where did you get these...?" They weren't bruises from anemia; they were slit scars, lighter than his already pale skin since they are very old. Some tiny too, creating texture in Mavis' thin thighs. Before the boy can answer, he pulls down Mavis' outfit to reveal more on his chest. Hermes has fears and assumptions now, and none of them are good.

He now looks horrified and concerned, but Mavis sits up and reaches for his head to force Hermes to only look at him. "P-please don't make fun of them... I'm sorry... if they're disgusting... hnn... I guess this is the reason no one will sleep with me..."

"Mavis, hey!" Hermes slightly pulls away from him, shocking the boy. "I'm... no, no they're not disgusting. I'm just... concerned, where did you get these? Are there more? Your arms and legs?!" Is this why he wears bandages?!

"Don't talk about them please," Mavis sniffs, eyes tearing up and starting to cry. He holds his arms to himself, as if to cover the scars on his skinny body.

Shït, I triggered him... it's probably not self-inflicted... Hermes pulls him in to whisper, "Shhh, I'm sorry... don't cry... I'm sorry, I was being an ásshole... I... I won't talk about them..."

Mavis is still crying, but he pulls Hermes back to smash their lips together. He's desperate now, he doesn't want Hermes to leave. "I promise... I don't have any... uhm... STDs... or uhh... cold sores... please fúck me now...'

"I don't want to hurt you—"

"I already prepared! Get the lube!" Mavis says, a little out of breath but he managed to pull a shocked Hermes down to lie on his back. Then the crying Maid straddles him while one hand is reaching to the back to massage his díck. "A-and even if you do hurt me... g-good... hurt my insides, Hermes... hurt it nicely... please..."

Shít, I'm going to héll... this is lust I'm indulging in... Hermes curses at himself while watching Mavis open a condom that he has in the little aprons' small pocket, applying it on the teacher's swollen díck. Then, Mavis stares at him real hard while licking his middle and forefinger with all the wetness of his tongue, before shoving it inside of him as he did in the bathroom.

"Nnnhh! Ahh... it's... it's ready for your díck..." Mavis happily sighs out, looking down on Hermes who is very turned on at this disheveled Maid on top of him.

"Mavis..." He grunts, feeling the boy align himself on his díck. "I'm sorry if you ever regret this..."

I regret not letting your hard díck pierce me as soon as I saw you in the classroom.

"Oooh! Hahh! Hermes!" Mavis gasps when he managed to sink onto his teacher's díck, gasping in disbelief that he's here being intimate with his ultimate crush. "You're... inside me...! Ahh... it... it hurts..."

"Then you shou-"

"No... no..." Mavis smiles at him with the most pained expression, "I'm not stopping... I... I don't want to stop... I've been waiting for this... I made... up my mind... that you're gonna be... my first... right when I saw you..."

Hermes grunts, carefully holding Mavis' waist and careful not to squeeze too hard or he'll bruise. However, "D-don't be scared... mark me... mark me... please, Hermes..."

Shít, I should not be doing this, but it was too late. His lips are on Mavis', bandaged hands and fingers all over his tanned skin. "Ahh... mm... Mavis...!"

"Haahhh... hahh... ahhnn... nnn...! D-do I ... m-make y..." Mavis is actually running out of breath now, red from nose to neck. So, Hermes flips them over the softest way he can and kisses Mavis to comfort him, before moving into the missionary position.

"Ahhnn! Ahhh, yes! Hermes...! Yeah, that—! Ohh! More!" Mavis' arms are around Hermes' neck, making sure his lips are within reach. Hermes wants to pleasure him, so he reaches down to rub Mavis' pale díck.

"No!" He protested. "Don't! I don't want to cúm! Please don't m-make me cúm..."

"Why...?"

Mavis only looks up at him with tears in his eyes, because he has been ignoring the pain the whole time even when it's still there. "You... because it's you... I... I don't want it to end..."

"Mavis..." Hermes stopped thrusting for a moment because he wants to make sure he's not in too much pain. Shít, I'm really doing this... I can't solve Thena's murder if I get fired...

However, Mavis pulls himself up to kiss Hermes on the neck, begging him to fúck harder. "Please, please, please... It feels so, so good... mmmhh..."

Hermes sighs and pulls away, putting Mavis' legs onto his shoulders while he thrusts into him, "Mavis... you're so warm... shít, stop squeezing too hard..."

Mavis smiles up at him, even though he wants to cry from how painful his outsides are. The sensation in his insides is worth seducing his teacher, though. "... this is the best thing ever..."

Looking down, Hermes' breath stabilized seeing Mavis' smile not being hidden by his bangs or any shyness. Mavis was never ugly, he's just a lonely boy with a lot of weaknesses. Hermes doesn't want to hurt him, body or feelings.

He leans closer and takes Mavis' face in his hands, giving him the love he craves with a passionate kiss on the lips. Then, Hermes rolls his hips enough to make Mavis whimper under their kisses. He didn't notice Hermes rubbing his díck between their tight bodies, now pressing his face against Mavis' neck.

"Fúck!" He screams as if there was no one in the house but them, crying warm tears since being overwhelmed by pleasure. The fire between them held an innocent blue flame that danced inside Mavis.

"I'm gonna cúm..." Hermes whispers with a firm tone while his partner loses his mind. Mavis doesn't seem to react so he repeats after pecking his lips, "Baby, I'm gonna cúm..."

"Wha—wait no, stop I—!" Mavis panicked when something shot up his díck, his own unexpected and unwanted ejaculation. Not only that but Hermes also pumped his seed inside the condom between them, groaning while caressing Mavis' soft pale thighs.

Shít, shít, shít, I was loving that too much... Hermes scolds himself, trying to catch his breath while hovering over an upset Mavis. Ahh shít, I deserve to get fired... Shít, this is Mavis!

"Mavis...?" He is concerned about the boy's frustrated crying.

"I... I'm not supposed to cúm so soon! I wanted more!" The former virgin cries out.

Normally, Hermes would be weirded out but then again, he's reminded of his own first time with an ex and how he was also a whiny bítch getting addicted after a taste of séx. They would do it every night until Hermes lost weight or got stomach problems from cleaning himself too much. Such an immature teenage Hermes Quinn. So, he just laughs while looking down on the formerly virgin Mavis.

"Why are you laughing?!"

"Ahh," Hermes pulls out in order to peel off the condom, discarding it by its wrapper. Mavis' hole is very, very red and his skin is darkening from the amount of pounding. Hermes just looks at Mavis with the softest of eyes. "I'm just glad you're comfortable with me... and not so shy anymore. You look different in a good way. Don't indulge in lust too much, Mavis..."

Mavis blushed at the warm look in Hermes' eyes, no longer cold and dismissive like the serious person he is. Maybe it's because he grew to like this weird student now. After all, there's nothing to dislike about Mavis. Maybe it's pity that blankets his heart, but it's the heart that feels nonetheless.

"I..." Mavis holds onto the messy skirt as both of them catch a breath. "Thank you so much... I... I uhh... I promise I'll help you... with Miss Thena... but Hermes?"

"Yes?" The man replies, approaching Mavis so he can invite him for an aftercare bath.

"Can we be friends...?"

Hermes looks at him, Mavis once again looking like a pitiful angel with clipped wings that is unable to go back to heaven. Nor can this angel really roam among the humans. The teacher really dislikes being friendly with a student, much less have séx with him. But it's Mavis! A poor lonely soul who he cannot refuse by eye contact alone.

"Alright Mavis, we can be friends—" Hermes answered but the second he did, Mavis leans in to unexpectedly kiss him on the lips, his heartwarming up in gratitude.