NTR School: S Rank Student

"Does your husband usually behave in such a way?" Raphael asked the lady, whose face was still flushed red.

During the entire exchange, the woman tugged at her sleeve nervously.

"N-no. Only with lords and ladies. He sees them as an opportunity to make money, regardless of how many times I scold him for it."

Raphael sat on his bed as the woman spoke, and crossed his legs in a relaxed manner.

"What is your name?" He asked, catching the woman by surprise. She expected to be reprimanded, but instead, the man wished to know more about her.

"Heather." The innkeeper responded. "My name is Heather."

Raphael picked up the plate she had placed on his counter and took a bite from the meat.

The flavour was splendid, and the food melted in his mouth. Heather watched the entire time on edge.

After swallowing the mouthful, Raphael placed the food back down.

"You're a beautiful woman, and your food tastes incredible. Yet, your business is failing because of your husband."

Heather grew shy at the confident, but she couldn't help but agree with the man's words.

Her husband was a good musician, but his mannerisms and prices always turned customers away.

But this was the first time someone had put it into perspective for her.

"I know." She responded with a sigh. "But he's my husband, and I've been with him for ten years. We founded this business together."

Raphael nodded his head.

A typical story. One I've heard before.

An idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Have you heard of the five schools before?"

Heather, of course, nodded her head. Everyone had heard of them.

"I am the king of one of those schools, and I'd be happy to take you back. You would never have to struggle to make money again. You could be my personal chef."

The Innkeeper froze for a moment, looking at the man before her in disbelief.

She looked over to the crown that lay on the table next to the food, and suddenly things had started to make sense to her.

He's the man that everyone has been talking about... The Dragon King.

"A personal chef..." She said aloud, thinking the opportunity over in her head.

If she worked as the chef of a king, she would never have to worry about making enough money for the week ever again.

Her needs would be met, and she would be able to serve a man that seemed respectable. A man who was feared.

The rumours spoke of how he would do anything for his subjects.

But that left a problem.

"My husband, Matt." The woman said solemnly, looking down at the floor. "He can't come with me, can he?"

Raphael looked at the woman and shook his head, though she already knew his answer.

But before she could think further about the situation, Raphael rose to his feet and stepped towards her.

The woman was of average height, which meant that Raphael towered over her with ease.

She struggled not to glance down at his muscular body, but his eyes were hard to meet as well. It was as though they pierced through him.

Then, Raphael looked the woman up and down.

At the bust of her chest and the curve of her hips. She had the body of a milf. Full in all the right places.

Heather shied away from the man's gaze.

"Let me ask a more personal question." He suddenly started. "How often does your husband make you orgasm?"

A sharp gasp left the woman's mouth as she recoiled.

Whatever happened to privacy?

"I am not sure what you're trying to get at..."

"I'm saying, you've got these large breasts, but I doubt that the man knows how to satisfy them."

Heather recoiled again.

Satisfy my breasts? Surely such a thing is not possible.

A sound came from the lower floor of the tavern. Her husband's music on the lute.

"I'm starting to wonder if he even cares about you at all. You've been up here for so long, and yet all he does is play his music."

Raphael was filling the woman's head with doubts and thoughts she had never had before.

She was so used to her mundane life.

A boring sex life. A failing business. Low confidence and self-esteem.

And this man was here, offering to change that.

Heather hesitated, before nervously asking a question.

"W-what did you mean by satisfying my breasts? Can such a thing really be done?"

A faint smile tugged at Raphael's lips as he realised he had won. Once a woman's curiosity was spiked, the thought would be on her mind until she figured it out.

Raphael reached a hand towards her honey-brown hair and brushed a strand from her face and to her back, giving him a clearer sight of her round chest.

The woman grew nervous, but she did not stop his hand.

"Men forget that there are many ways to pleasure a woman."

Raphael lowered his hand to her breasts and gave it a slight squeeze. They were soft, and hardly restricted by the fabrics.

He could already feel her nipples growing hard at his touch.

The sound of her husband's lute continued to play downstairs.

Raphael used both hands now to grope at her breasts for a while, whilst Heather watched his hands work.

Every time he met her erect nipples, he made sure to play with them using his fingers. Even though he was not touching her bare breasts, Heather still felt the tingles of pleasure running through her.

A soft moan left her lips.

After hearing it, Raphael began to work at the buttons of her innkeeper shirt, once again not being stopped by the married woman.

Moments later, her huge white breasts spilt from the buttons of her shirt, giving Raphael a clear sight of her pink nipples.

He wasted no time on massaging one with his left hand and bringing his head down to suck on the other.

It was as though his face and hands were melting in them.

"Ahhh.♡" Heather yelped with pleasure, before covering her mouth with her hand.

Raphael continued to play with her, but she knew she had to be quiet.

Her husband was just downstairs, after all.