Two Proposals

Two days after the tournament (and Bar's refusal of Alice's marriage contract offer), Bar was laying in bed, putting off getting out as long as possible.

Joan, who'd had him the previous night, gave a weak smile. “Sorry, I'm sure it will be awkward, but maybe...”

Bar shook his head and sighed. “No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be acting like this.”

Joan shook her head back. “No, we're a family, we have to support each other.”

Bar smiled and hugged her, “Thanks.”

The door swung open, Claire in pajamas (and unbothered by the naked Bar and Joan). “Hey! Your night's over! You have to share now.”

Joan giggled as Claire dragged Bar out of bed.

“At least let me put some clothes on...”

Once they were dressed and at the table eating breakfast, Claire mentioned, “I'm going to be late tonight because of work, so no cheating before I get here! Save some energy for me!”

Joan shrugged, “I tell him that, but I can't always stop him.”

Claire sighed, “You're right, his lust is insatiable.”

Bar protested, “Sorry for being attracted to my own fiance's. It's not like I'm just sleeping around with random woman.”

“What about Dolly?” Joan asked, a sly smile on her face.

“Hey, you know that's just a special case...”

Joan and Claire both giggled. Belle, who had been quietly eating her breakfast, also joined in with the giggling.

Bar decided to play along and acted exaggeratedly defeated.

After they finished, Joan added, “I'm actually working tonight anyway, so there won't even be the temptation for Bar.”

After getting goodbye kisses, they went their separate ways.

Bar slowly made his way to his classroom, procrastinating to get their at the last possible moment. As he entered during right before the start bell, he noticed Alice wasn't in her normal seat, so he quickly took his normal one next to Gerard.

Gerard, whispering as the teacher started, chuckled, “Haha, you sleeping in mate?”

Bar nervously laughed back, “Haha, yeah, something like that...”

Gerard pointed a few rows up, “By the way, what's up with her?”

Bar looked where he was pointing. It was Alice, sitting in a row a few ahead of them with some of the other girls.

“She just went and sat up there like it was nothing,” Gerard commented.

Bar blushed a bit and shrugged, “I dunno, maybe she just wanted to sit with someone else.”

Gerard raised an eyebrow, “Really? After all the interest she showed in you?”

Bar thought for a moment. I like Gerard but...I really don't feel like explaining all this to him... “Um...I think she lost interest in me after the tournament. She probably thinks I'm not worth her time.”

Gerard looked for a moment before chuckling again, “Haha, you're probably right! Although, to be honest, you did pretty good. You even beat that big third year without getting hit! She's just on some other level...”

Bar chuckled back and shook his head, “Yeah, feels like it sometimes...”

Classes went about as normal, with the exception of Alice sitting in a different spot, until class ended, and Bar had a decision to make.

I really don't wanna go to club. At least, not while Alice is there. While it would technically be going against their earlier agreement, after thinking it through internally, he convinced himself her marriage offer and his rejection overruled anything that had been agreed upon previously.

Not feeling like studying in the library, or working, he decided to just go do his homework in his dorm.

As he entered, Belle was taking a nap.

Waking up abruptly, she quickly stood up, wiping her mouth. “Ah...ah... Mas-...Bar...I didn't expect you back so early.”

Bar chuckled, “I didn't plan on being back so soon originally either. I'm just going to do a bit of schoolwork, you can nap more if you want.”

Belle shook her head. “No, I'll make some tea for you,” she explained, heading over to the kitchen.

Bar laid out his school books and got to work.

After finishing some tea, Belle took the sheets from of their three beds off the clothes line. Due to the daily...activities...between he and his two fiance's, it wasn't uncommon for the sheets to need washed every day. Joan often tried to wash them herself when she could, since she felt (somewhat) responsible, although Belle didn't make a fuss about it that he had seen.

After a while, it had gotten close to dinner time, so Belle started cooking some chicken stew.

Bar's stomach started grumbling as she was finishing, the smell of the stew wafting through the dorm. “Yeah, time to stop,” he explained slamming shut his book.

Belle giggled, “It's almost done anyway.”

After a couple more minutes, she ladled out some stew for the two of them. As they sat across from each other, Bar took a sip of the stew. Smiling, he exclaimed, “Mmm, excellent as always Belle.”

Belle blushed a bit, blowing on her own spoon of stew before putting it in her mouth. “Thanks, I used-”

She was cut off by a knock at the door. They looked at each other questioningly.

Bar stood up, “Maybe one of them is done early?”

Belle quickly got up. “Please let me. Joan will slap me with her ladle if she finds out I let you answer the door.”

Bar rolled his eyes, stopping and letting Belle answer.

Belle opened the door, before proceeding to quickly step back, head towards at the ground.

Bar could see a look of terror on her face.

“Ah, there you are Belle.” An older man walked in. “And you must be Mister Bar Champagne. Good to meet you.” He gave a nod you would expect between nobles of equal standing.

Bar walked up, positioning himself between the man and Belle in a natural way. “I am. And you are...?”

“I am Lord Peckard. I believe you're already acquainted one of my sons, no?” he said with a grin.

Ah, this is that idiot's father. I haven't seen him since then. I wonder if he's avoiding me?

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“I do,” Bar said, not keeping the disdain from his mouth.

Lord Peckard seemed to pick up on it, but instead of being upset, chuckled, “Haha, I can see he left a poor impression on you. Unfortunately, you are not the first. It is partly my fault in failing to raise him properly.”

Bar nodded, “I can see you have more sense than he does.”

Lord Peckard smiled, “I appreciate you not judging me right away. That will make this easier. I have come to collect Belle back.”

Belle cowered back a few steps unconsciously, still looking at the ground.

Bar, seeing this, looked back at Lord Peckard. “I'm not giving her back, I won her fair in a duel.”

Lord Peckard nodded. “I understand that, of course. I mean to pay you for her return.”

Bar immediately shook his head. “I'm not letting her go back to Cob.”

Lord Peckard raised an eyebrow. “I didn't plan on it. Cob can make do with a male servant for a while, until he learns his lesson. No, I mean to take her back under my own service. You see, Belle cost me quite a sum. Do you know how much I paid for her?”

Bar shook his head.

“Two-hundred gold.”

Bar was taken aback. That's quite a bit. I think Joan was like a quarter of that.

Lord Peckard continued, “Yes, I'm sure you realized her worth by now. When I purchased her a few years ago, she was worth that much. I had to train her up some, but she was one of our best night service maids. I-”

Bar shook his head, “I'm not selling her.”

Lord Peckard seemed a bit perturbed, but continued on, “I'm willing to pay you one-hundred gold to buy her back. Obviously her worth has gone down some, with how much she's been used, but...”

Bar was irate now. “She's not for sale.”

Lord Peckard rolled his eyes. Seeing the two bowls on the table, he chuckled. “I see, you have her eat with you. You must really enjoy her company then. Fine, one-hundred fifty, but that's all I have on me. I lost the rest betting on the dueling tournament.”

“Please leave. I'm not interested in your offer.”

Now Lord Peckard was upset. “Bastard! You think you can take something from House Peckard and get away with it?”

Bar tried thinking of a way to scare him off. “I am on good terms with the dorm mistress. If you continue, I'll have you barred from campus for coming uninvited into my dorm,” Bar explained.

While the thought of Claire threatening Lord Peckard seemed comical, Lord Peckard took the threat seriously, angrily shaking a bit more before turning around and leaving.

“You'll regret this. House Peckard never forgets even the smallest slight against them!” he shouted, slamming the door behind himself.

After he left, he heard Belle fall to her knees behind him, crying.

Trying to comfort her, Bar grabbed her shoulders. “It's okay, he's gone now.”

Belle, however, was smiling while crying. “Fwank...you...fwo...mufffch,” she got out between sobs. “I...wuff...worryfff...youb...sellff..meuh...back...” she continued, trying to wipe her tears away.

Bar shook his head, grabbing her hands. “Of course I wouldn't. Even if I didn't care about you, which I do, I would never forgive myself sending you back in with those terrible people. The way he talked about you...” he trailed off.

After crying herself out for another minute, she eventually stopped. “Thank you,” she said, rubbing away the last of her tears. Taking a big breath to calm herself, she then wrapped her arms around Bar, squishing her breasts on him.

Bar, trying to keep himself calm, figured she was feeling emotional, so hugged her back. “It's okay, I'm here for you. So are Joan and Claire.”

Belle looked into his eyes. “Um...Bar...would you like to kiss me?”

Bar was taken aback. “What? I mean, I'm not going-”

He was cut off as Belle leaned forward, pressing her lips against his for a passionate kiss.

“What's gotten into you? I though you didn't want to do these types of things?” Bar asked as she leaned back.

Belle blushed, “I didn't at first, but...”

-Flashback to a few days prior, while Bar was in classes-

Joan and Belle were doing wash in separate tubs. As they were focusing on scrubbing, Joan casually asked, “Belle, have you been spying on Bar and I while we're having sex?”

There was a 'plop' as Belle dropped what she was holding into the tub, as she was now covering her face in her hands as she was bright red.

“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I...” she started.

Joan giggled, “I'm not upset. It's not even my first time having someone watch me...” she trailed off, before shaking her head. “I just wanna know why.”

Belle blushed. “I'm...I can trust you, right?”

Joan smiled, “Of course. Have I given you a reason not too?”

Belle quickly shook her head. “My previous owners treated me...poorly. Especially during night service. It...it was awful. I know I'm just a servant, but they would make me service them relentlessly, sometimes until I could barely move, and...” she started to cry.

Joan walked over and hugged her, crying lightly too. “I'm so sorry Belle.”

Belle shook her head. “It's okay. I just...when I saw you and Master Bar for the first time, I was...enthralled. I had never seen two people who care about each other have sex before. It was so different from what I had been through, I was amazed. And, eventually, I...I...” she trailed off, blushing.

Joan smiled, “You got jealous.”

Still blushing, Belle nodded. “I wanted to have that kind of experience, but I...”

Joan shook her head. “Do you think Bar won't accept you?”

Belle nodded.

“Haha, I wouldn't worry about that. Bar knew I had serviced his father and brothers before, but he still accepted me. No, he wanted me despite that. I don't think Bar will care about your past. If anything, he'll make sure to treat you better.”

“You...you really think so?” Belle asked.

Joan giggled, “You know he wants to marry a bunch of beautiful maids, so I think you'll fit right in.”

* Back to the present -

As Belle finished explaining her prior conversation with Joan, she was blushing heavily, looking at Bar.

Bar stood up, pulling Belle to her feet. Holding her hands, he asked, “Belle, please marry me.”

Belle's eyes opened wide. “Wha-...what? I just wanted to...” she blushed again, “...have sex with you. The same type you have with Joan and Claire.”

Bar nodded, “I know, that's why I want you to marry me. Oh! Hold on,” he added, letting go of her hands and running into his bedroom.

Coming back out after a few moments, he handed her a scroll. “Here, if you don't believe me, these are your servant papers. You can have your freedom right now if you want.”

Belle giggled, “Joan told me you did the same with her. I guess you are serious.”

Bar nodded, “Of course.”

Belle smiled but pushed the scroll away. “That's okay. Like Joan, I'll stay as your servant until we can actually be wed. Until then...” she said, before trailing off as she started to untie her maid outfit. “...please treat me like Joan in bed as well.”

Bar, deciding she was going too slow, tore off her maid outfit. Belle's breasts, even larger than Joan's, plopped out, barely contained by the rough bra she had on.

“Oh...” was all Belle said, as she saw Bar's member as he pulled down his pants.

Turning her around, Bar unhooked her bra, grabbing her voluptuous breasts as they spilled out. He squeezed and massaged them from behind, causing Belle to blush and moan loudly. Bar was sticking his member between her thighs, rubbing against her panties, and kissing her neck.

“Um...I should take this off...” Belle said, turning around delicately slipping out of her panties. Bar got even harder, picking up Belle and sliding into her. Belle moaned even louder, wrapping her legs around Bar to help keep herself held up. Bar thrusted his hips up into her, causing her to 'yip' with pleasure at each thrust. As they made out, their kissing got sloppier and sloppier as Belle spasmed over and over.

After a couple minutes of this, Bar was at his limit.

“Uhmmm, Belle, I'm about to burst...”

Belle, nearly shouting, replied, “Yes...please!”

Bar grabbed her tight, coming into her.

Belle laid her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily and holding him tightly. “Bar...that was so amazing...I've never...”

Bar let her down, before giving her another kiss. “Was it what you wanted?”

Belle giggled, “Yes, and then some. No wonder Joan looked like she did...”

Bar led her over to one of the beds in the main room, laying her down. He straddled on top of her, licking her nipples as he held her hands.

Belle let out cute moans with each pass over her nipples, until she was close to spasming again. “Bar, please, I need it again...”

Bar nodded. He was already hard again, so he stuck his shaft in, grabbing Belle's waist as he quickly thrusted over and over again, causing her breasts to flop back and forth. After a few moments, he quickly came once more, this time thrusting deep with each spurt.

Barely able to breathe, he fell over next to Belle, who grabbed his hand, leaning over for another kiss.

She stopped as the door opened, Claire bursting in. “I'm here! Get ready to-” but she stopped, seeing the two of them naked in bed. “Hey, I...” she trailed off, seeing who it was. “B-Belle!?”

Belle blushed, “Sorry, Miss Claire, I...”

Claire paused for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, “No, it's okay, Joan's one thing, but I'm not gonna get mad if you finally gave in...” She then walked over and poured herself some soup. “Continue on if you want.”

Belle blushed even deeper. “N-no, I'm sorry, it was supposed to be your night.”

Bar and Belle awkwardly got dressed as Claire ate her soup. She tried a bit, accidentally burning the tip of her tongue. “Ah-ta-ta-tah...”

Sitting down, Bar addressed her. “Um, Claire, I asked Belle to also marry me too, I hope that's-”

Claire waved him off, “Yes, yes, I already assumed that was the case. Belle is great so I have no complaints,” she explained nonchalantly, blowing to cool off her stew before taking another sip.

I guess that was easy. He also explained there confrontation with Lord Peckard, including threatening to sick Claire on him. While Bar was worried, Claire smiled deviously instead.

“Haha, I'm almost sad he didn't try to push it. I would have loved nothing more than putting a noble like him in his place,” she said, laughing somewhat evilly.

“You know, I'm glad you're on our side,” Bar said, before grabbing another spoonful.

Belle chimed in, “Me too. I hope I can be as confident as you one day.”

Claire crossed her arms, looking proud of herself.

A while after they finished, Joan arrived back. Belle ran up and hugged her, telling her the good news and thanking her.

Joan smiled and hugged, her back. “I'm so glad Belle. Not that I had any doubt, really, knowing Bar...”

Bar, who had Claire sitting in his lap as some sort of claiming stake, shrugged.

“Hey, I'm really happy for Belle, but pay attention to me now...”

Bar sighed, teasing her, “You're so needy...” before giving her a kiss.

Claire looked downcast. “Am I really that needy? I just want to, you know, spend as much time as I can...”

Bar shook his head, “I know, I know.” Wrapping his arms around her, he picked her up. “Come on, since you're so excited, let's go to bed early.”

Claire blushed, but nodded in agreement. Kissing Joan and Belle (while still holding Claire) he took her to the bedroom and closed the door.

Claire sidled down, before quickly tearing his clothes off. “Come on! I can see you're already ready through your pants!”