King Arthur and Bedivere (adult novel adapted from anime)

It was nearly evening, and on the central training ground, the troops had been training for a long time, but there were still two figures confronting each other on the field. One of them took the lead in attacking, and a long spear shot out from the side, hitting the other party in the face.

clang!

He saw a long sword calmly held in front of him, using the outer side of the sword to guide the spear off its trajectory and pass it past his face, easily resolving the attack.

"Hey, hey, hey...are you sure, Bedivere? I'm not here to waste your time. Even I can see through your tricks. Where is the speed that you are so proud of?" The person who spoke was the king's sworn brother, Sir Kai. Ever since Altria ascended the throne, Kai has become a director of the palace and also a good adviser to the king. However, he has a gossipy nature that makes people afraid to ask for advice... "I'm very sorry, please give me another chance." Bedivere re-arranged his posture, frowning, ready to seize the opportunity to attack.

"Looking at your bitter face, I know you must be worried about something. Being distracted during a competition can be fatal. Don't you know this best? I'm talking to you..." Before Kai could finish his words, Bedivere raised his hand to stop him: "I... I understand. That's enough for today. Don't read anymore..." Everyone in the royal city knew that they must not give Kai a chance to preach, otherwise the amount of brown paper recorded would be thicker than the reconnaissance report of a neighboring country. Of course, even the king was no exception. Ignoring Bedivere's pleas, Kai continued, "Don't I know you? Serious and responsible Sir Bedivere, this must be the king's business again, right?

"Bedivere was silent for a while: "I am not worthy of being a Knight of the Round Table. I don't have the noble sentiments of a knight. Even the reason for becoming a knight is so selfish..." "Hehe..." "What are you laughing at..." "The former, the answer was already there when Merlin appointed you as a Knight of the Round Table. You have only one reason, since you were determined to become a knight since you were a child - to assist your king and be her backing." Kai stopped Bedivere from refutation: "And I also know that you love her, love Altria who carries a heavy burden under the king's mask, and are willing to live for her and die for her, so you became a valet, didn't you? Sacrificing for the king you love, but it is a disgrace to the spirit of chivalry? Hahaha!" The last thing Bedivere wants is to be teased by you. He stared at Kai and cursed in his heart. After deep reflection, he realized that he would do anything for the great King Arthur, even at the risk of his life. However, the shadow beneath the light is the guilt of having improper desires for Altria.

"Silly boy, you want the king to pay more attention to you, right?" "This..." Unable to deny, "...can you allow it?" "You have been playing with her since childhood, so why not? The king has a curly hair on his head, right?" "What? What's wrong with the king's curly hair?" "Before the unification of Britain, it was the bargaining chip for the bet with King Raines in the north. Although that war ended up like a battle to protect the curly hair, in my eyes, it was just a switch." "Switch?" "Ahem...I was talking to myself." In order to hide the smug smile, Kai pretended to be pretentious, with his back to Bedivere, muttering to himself: "When I was a child, I was naughty and often teased her stupid head. One time I accidentally knocked it off..." "The sister who always dislikes me, always teases her, and always avoids me, actually...becomes affectionate to me...I have never felt that being a brother is so wonderful..." Kai showed a serious expression of enjoyment.

Bedivere couldn't believe his ears. Although he knew that Kai and the king always showed their affection through playfulness, the king, who was always serious, would not express his emotions so generously.

Kai squinted his eyes and smiled, "So I come to the conclusion that if you pull out that hair, you will get the king's love that you have been dreaming of." Looking at Kai's smiling face, a certain old man's beard flashed across his face for an instant, and he felt a chill running from the lumbar spine to the back of his neck. Bedivere frowned in doubt, and a setting he had never heard of before echoed in his mind. Is there a switch on the human body? Can you see the king’s smile if you pull it out? There are many mysteries surrounding the king. Could this be one of them?

Although Kai is a gossip, he slept in the same bed with the king when they were young, so it is not impossible that he knows some secrets that his childhood playmates don’t know... right... As a close attendant, he has never touched her inappropriately, and the king always protects her curly hair, so is it that easy to touch her? What if it doesn’t grow back?

"Don't worry, it will grow back the next day after a good night's sleep." Indeed, if it hadn't grown back, the curly hair would have disappeared when Kai played with it. Bedivere was thinking hard and he didn't realize that he had said what was in his mind... "Brother Kai, I..." "Report! The king invites Sir Bedivere to the study." "...Got it." Kai patted Bedivere on the shoulder: "Then I'll leave first. I wish you good luck, valet..." What a sincere tone... Bedivere could even see the malicious smile through Kai's departing back.

After saluting the guards, Bedivere went straight into the king's study. The bookshelves on both sides, which were as high as the ceiling, were filled with books left by the previous king and Merlin for the king. The king sat behind the desk, his cloak hanging beside him and his armor only half removed. He was busy sorting out the piles of state affairs. The scrolls on the desk reflected the king's hard work.

The people only ask the king to be perfect, but who would ever think that the king is also a human being... How I wish I could share the king's burden.

The king finally put down the book, only to find that the person who summoned him had arrived: "Bedivere... why didn't you say anything when you came?" "I was afraid of disturbing you... May I ask, do you have something to talk to me about?" "It's not a big deal, but I just noticed that you have been worried lately, just like you on the training ground just now. Is it that becoming my close attendant has put you under more pressure?" "No, no, it is my honor to serve the king." The king left the desk and walked towards Bedivere, tilting his neatly combed golden head, staring at him with worried green eyes: "Can you tell me? Your troubles. Perhaps, I can solve your worries?" There was an obvious height difference, and when Bedivere lowered his head, the first thing that caught his eye was the king's curly hair that Kai had just mentioned. Pull out that hair, and you will get the love you have always dreamed of, the king.

Bedivere quickly squatted down, and with the courtesy of a king and his subject, he concealed the fleeting delusion: "In front of King Arthur's great ideals, my troubles are just insignificant matters. I am very sorry to have caused you worry." Am I so terrible? So polite! Bedivere's sudden action made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"You don't need to be so polite when you are alone with me. You are my servant and even more so my good friend!" Artoria used body movements to guide Bedivere to stand up, instead of using commanding words. Taking off the mask of the king, Altria was not stingy with her smile in front of her friends.

"Your humble servant is terrified..." I wish I could monopolize... the king's rare smile. Bedivere didn't dare look Altria in the face, fearing that he would accidentally embrace her in his arms.

"Alas... you always follow in my footsteps and copy my ideas like a little wife..." The king complained half-jokingly, but it was not a compliment. Indeed, Bedivere always put the king first, but he never had autonomy for himself.

"I appreciate your loyalty, but those are decisions made for the country and for me. Occasionally, you should think about yourself. Let me hear your request!" "This..." "Tell me, as long as it does not violate the chivalry, I can agree to it." A little flattered, Bedivere was stunned for a moment. Perhaps now was the only chance. The corner of his eye fell on the king's curly hair. If he could be alone, "Then... I... I want to have dinner with Your Majesty, alone..." "That's it?" Altria blinked. Although she knew that Bedivere would not make excessive requests, this was too small... "I allow it." Bedivere suddenly raised his head and looked at her in disbelief.

"What? This does not violate chivalry, so I allow it. However... the food in the palace is really different from my taste. Can I taste your cooking tonight, my cupbearer?" The dining place is set up in the king's room, which not only allows the king to take a short rest, but also is not easily disturbed. After Bedivere instructed his servants to prepare the meal, he dismissed his attendants. The king had already taken off his heavy armor and walked out of the inner room. The tiny arc usually hidden in the breastplate perfectly depicts the gauze on the chest. Besides Merlin and his adoptive family, only Bedivere knew the king's gender.

"Bedivere's cooking skills haven't deteriorated!" "As long as you're happy." "Hmm... it seems like you're agreeing with me again." "No, I'm very happy to have a meal alone with the king." "Although this is a little different from what I intended, thank you anyway, Bedivere!" The king smiled like a child as he ate the delicious food, which was a rare occasion.

The smile that he had only been lucky enough to see in private reappeared on his face, as if he had seen again the boy who always led him to cause trouble when he was a child. Whenever she was scolded by her adoptive father and hid away crying, Bedivere would always find her, touch her head and comfort her. When she receives a reward, I will pat her head and feel happy for her.

When the king was not paying attention, Bedivere secretly reached his hand to the back of the king's head. With high alertness and vigilance, it was not difficult for the king to notice Bedivere's actions, but the king did not react. Can you do it? Pull out Wang's curly hair... Stay calm... Pretend to touch his head... Then... Everything goes better than expected, until the hand touches the curly hair, and there is nothing unusual.

"I'm sorry, King!" Bedivere pulled off the king's curly hair at lightning speed. Suddenly, a strong wind blew into the house with closed doors and windows, the curtains fluttered, and plates fell. This breeze had been seen on the battlefield - the Wind King's barrier!

"Wow! I'm sorry! King! Please calm down! This is your boudoir! Don't be impulsive!" Bedivere retreated to the back and knelt down to beg for mercy. Finally, the wind gradually subsided. Fortunately, it did not attract the attention of the guards patrolling outside.

The king's footsteps came to Bedivere's head, and his voice was the same as usual: "Bedivere, raise your head.

"But the tone was low and flat, without any anger at all. Bedivere raised his head tremblingly, only to see a pair of golden eyes looking down at him with contempt. His body was like a prey targeted by a poisonous snake, and he could not control it. The king slowly squatted down and held Bedivere's chin with one hand. His blue clothes had turned black at some point, and his rosy skin had lost its color, becoming as white as paper. "Tell me, Bedivere, why... did you touch my curly hair?" The sharp gaze stared nakedly into Bedivere's soul. "Yes... Kai said that doing this... would make the king pay more attention to me..." He couldn't lie.

The king was silent for a while, then stood up. When Bedivere thought he could relax, his collar was grabbed, and his body defied gravity and flew to the couch behind him.

Bedivere, who had fallen to the side of the bed, had just propped himself up on his elbows when the king had already straddled his thighs. The sudden move startled and froze him. The force that was disproportionate to his petite body roughly pulled up his collar, and the king's face was just a foot away.

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Bedivere clenched his teeth, trying not to suppress his physiological reaction. He could easily distance himself by stretching out his arms. If he continued... As soon as he raised his hand, it was preemptively grabbed. Artoria pressed down on his shoulders, and the moment his back hit the bed, a few strands of light gold fell from his face, and a black object was leaning against the side. "Shut up and don't move." He took a glance and saw that the black object was undoubtedly the king's holy sword. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Altria leaned down and climbed over his body like a hungry lioness. With every inch you slide, a button becomes unfastened, and with every inch of clothes you open, your skin feels the warmth and smoothness. The king's face came in front of him, and he could kiss her at such a close distance that he only needed to lift his chin slightly. His reason was completely shattered - Artoria leaned close to his red ears, blew air into his ears with her pink lips, and said with a cruel smirk: "Let me show you what will happen to those who touch my reverse scale!" His waist was unable to move because of the king's sitting astride him. A small hand passed over his chest and waist and continued to move downwards. The numb feeling gathered under his body one by one, and the ferocious beast had already bulged out of his crotch, ready to burst out.

"Isn't this very spirited?" Altria did not turn around, but let her hand reaching behind her back to carefully explore Bedivere's pants.

Wang looked down at him with a wicked smile, who was no different from being naked. The shameful expression and shy tears were Wang's dessert tonight.

"Haaa... King..." Is this the care and love he expected? With a sense of excitement that complemented the shame, Bedivere began to twist under Altria.

"King... please... let me... take off my pants..." "Oh, have you given up struggling?" "No... it's not good to get my pants dirty... ah ah..." "Hmph, I'll see how long you can keep being stubborn." He didn't dare to escape, nor did he want to escape. I want more care and more shameful ravage. Bedivere already understood that he was nothing more than a plaything in front of the Black King. However, being a plaything, he felt the utmost pleasure.