After wrapping up the business in Springvale, Ken visited Jean's home for the first time.
Jean didn't live at the Gunnhildr family manor, but alone near the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Unlike Barbara's fresh and cozy decor, Jean's home was strikingly simple and austere.
"Does it not feel much like a girl's place?"
Thinking of what was about to happen, Jean felt a flutter of anticipation, but when she saw the surprise in her lover's eyes, a hint of nervousness returned.
Lisa had once said this place was nothing like the home of a lady from a noble house.
But to the woman Jean used to be, she didn't need to be a noble lady—she only needed to wield her sword to protect Mondstadt.
After falling in love, though, Jean began to crave her lover's approval in many ways.
"It's a very pure style—suits you well." Ken smiled. "Pretty much what I imagined. I can tell you devote yourself to Mondstadt."
"Mm… I like things simple. Wait here a moment." Jean exhaled in relief and turned toward her room; she wanted to take out and put on an outfit from her wardrobe.
It was a gift from Lisa.
In her free time, Lisa often went over to Blue Star to hang out with Ken; when she returned, she gave Jean this outfit.
Jean still remembered what Lisa had said then.
"Put this on and you'll get a big boost to attack speed and crit rate. Ken will love it. Go get 'em, sis." Lisa's teasing words still seemed to echo in her ears.
At the time, Jean and Ken's relationship hadn't been made explicit, and she'd felt mortified—but her body had honestly accepted her sister's gift and brought it home.
She had thought she would never wear it, but when the moment truly arrived, Jean still yearned for a night like in the novels—beautiful and ceremonial.
The outfit wasn't even that outrageous, and Jean soon stepped out properly dressed.
"..."
Reading in the living room, Ken looked up to see Jean coming out of the bedroom—and froze for a heartbeat.
Strictly speaking, it was a very common Blue Star style.
A camisole blouse paired with a coffee-colored pencil skirt—030—but worn on Jean, it was breathtakingly sexy.
Add in the black stockings on her legs and the lace choker on her graceful neck, and the contrast with her usual dignified elegance was astonishingly rare.
"Lisa gave it to me." Jean's face was scarlet.
Ken mused, "She has good taste."
Outside, the thunderstorm raged on, lightning cleaving the sky. The lights in the simply decorated villa flickered out; all sound fell beneath the roar of thunder and rain.
In the sudden darkness, the air thickened with electricity—not just from the storm, but from the unspoken tension that had been building between them all evening. Ken set his book aside, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of distant lightning flashes illuminating Jean's silhouette. She stood there, hesitant, her blush still visible even in the shadows, the lace choker rising and falling with her quickened breaths. The outfit clung to her curves, the camisole's thin fabric doing little to hide the hardening peaks of her nipples beneath it.
Ken rose from the couch, closing the distance between them in a few deliberate steps. "You look incredible," he murmured, his voice low and rough, cutting through the rain's relentless drum. He reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of her choker, tracing down to the soft skin of her neck. Jean shivered, her eyes meeting his with a mix of nervousness and desire. With the storm isolating them in this villa, there was no escaping it.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her hands tentatively resting on his chest. "Ken... I've never done this before," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thunder. It was a confession that hung in the air, vulnerable and raw. Ken paused, his thumb gently stroking her jawline.
"We don't have to if you're not ready," he said, though his body betrayed his own arousal, his cock already stirring against the fabric of his pants. But Jean shook her head, her scarlet flush deepening. "I want to. With you."
That was all the invitation he needed. He pulled her close, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss that tasted of pent-up longing. Her mouth was soft and eager, parting for him as his tongue explored her, teasing and claiming. Jean moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. Ken's hands roamed lower, sliding over the curve of her ass in the tight pencil skirt, squeezing firmly as he backed her toward the bedroom door. The storm outside mirrored the intensity building between them—flashes of lightning casting erratic shadows as they stumbled inside, the door clicking shut behind them.
In the bedroom, illuminated only by intermittent bolts from the window, Ken peeled off her camisole, revealing her bare breasts—full and pert, her nipples dark and erect in the cool air. He cupped them, thumbs circling the sensitive buds, drawing a gasp from her lips. "God, you're beautiful," he growled, lowering his mouth to suck on one nipple, then the other, his tongue flicking and teeth grazing just enough to make her arch against him. Jean's hands tangled in his hair, her body trembling as waves of new sensations washed over her. She'd touched herself before, fantasized, but this—the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his stubble against her skin—was overwhelming.
He guided her to the bed, laying her down gently on the rumpled sheets. Jean's skirt hiked up as she spread her legs slightly, her black stockings contrasting against the pale bedding. Ken knelt between her thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties—simple lace that matched the choker—and slid them down slowly, exposing her glistening pussy. She was already wet, her folds slick with arousal, the scent of her musk filling the air. "Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice husky, but Jean only nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.
Ken leaned in, his breath hot against her core, and parted her lips with his fingers. He started slow, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her clit, savoring her taste—sweet and tangy—as she bucked her hips instinctively. "Oh, Ken," she whimpered, her first real cry of pleasure echoing with the thunder. He lapped at her eagerly, sucking her clit into his mouth while slipping one finger inside her tight, virgin entrance. She was so responsive, clenching around him as he added a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside. Jean's hands gripped the sheets, her body writhing as an orgasm built quickly, her moans growing louder. "I'm... I'm coming," she gasped, and then she shattered, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, juices coating his hand as she cried out in ecstasy.
But Ken wasn't done. He stripped off his own clothes, his cock springing free—thick and hard, veins pulsing with need. Jean's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of awe and apprehension. "It'll fit," he assured her, positioning himself at her entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against her slick folds. He kissed her deeply as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. She was incredibly tight, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he groaned at the sensation.
"You're so tight," he muttered against her lips. Jean winced at first, the initial burn of penetration making her tense, but as he bottomed out inside her, filling her completely, the pain melted into pleasure.
They moved together tentatively at first—Ken thrusting shallowly, letting her set the pace as she wrapped her stockinged legs around his waist. "Harder," she urged after a moment, her nails raking down his back, drawing thin lines of red. Emboldened, Ken picked up speed, pounding into her with deeper, more forceful strokes, the wet slap of their bodies mingling with the rain. Jean met him thrust for thrust, her hips rolling to take him deeper, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock. Sweat slicked their skin, and the room filled with their mingled gasps and moans. He reached between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her toward another climax.
When she came again, it was explosive—her body convulsing, inner walls milking him as she screamed his name. Ken followed soon after, pulling out just in time to spill his hot cum across her stomach and breasts, marking her in the dim light. They collapsed together, breathless and spent, the storm still raging outside as they lay entwined, her virginity now a shared memory. But as the night wore on, their touches reignited, leading to more rounds of passionate fucking—exploring positions, intensities, and that competitive spark that would define their encounters.
…
The next morning.
Ken woke up refreshed. Though he and Jean had fucked intensely for hours last night, he ultimately achieved a crushing victory, leaving her spent and submissive.
To his surprise—
Jean didn't just have tenacity at work; when it came to sex with him, she was just as unwilling to concede. Even when her body was slick with sweat, her pussy throbbing from the relentless thrusting, and her thighs trembling from multiple orgasms, she gritted her teeth and refused to give up. She rode him hard, her nails digging into his back, moaning as she clenched around his cock, determined to outlast him.
After he taught Jean some techniques—like how to angle her hips for deeper penetration or tease his balls with her fingers while he pounded into her—she even extrapolated and turned the tables on him. She flipped him onto his back, straddled him reverse cowgirl, and ground her ass against him with fierce rhythm, her wet folds gripping him tightly as she controlled the pace, making him groan and edge closer to release.
Luckily, he was a night-owl champion, best at all-nighters, and only by going the distance—flipping her onto all fours, gripping her hips, and slamming into her from behind with raw, unyielding force until her cries echoed through the storm—did he finally make Jean kneel and admit defeat. She begged for mercy as he came deep inside her, her body shuddering in surrender, claiming the final victory.
"Heading to the Knights?"
Seeing Jean already dressed, Ken felt a touch sentimental.
Girls who train with the sword are different—recovery far outstrips ordinary girls. Even "loaded with lots of milk," she showed no sign of moving under any burden.
"Mm… I need to see what the Knights cleared out from the Treasure Hoarders' camp last night."
After tidying her clothes, Jean glanced at her neck, hesitated, and took out a silk scarf to wear—so nothing would show.
Ken narrowed his eyes. "I'm heading back to Blue Star too. But before I go, let's have breakfast together."
"Okay…" The thought of breakfast with her lover filled Jean with quiet joy.
Dressed and ready, they were about to head to the Good Hunter, but as soon as they stepped out the villa door, they saw the languid witch Lisa emerge from the garden villa next door, a knowing, teasing smile on her face.
Ken: "..."
Seeing Lisa, Ken instinctively glanced up at Jean's windows.
When he saw the bedroom window hadn't been closed and directly faced Lisa's house, he realized things were bad.
After spending time with Lisa lately, he knew this seasoned tease too well.
If she didn't know something, she'd never wear a smile like that.
Sure enough—
With his suspicions confirmed, Lisa chuckled. "Mmm… thunder and lightning all night, and you two forgot to close your window… quite the ruckus."
As she spoke,
Her gaze roamed over Ken, meaningful. "Didn't expect that from you, little cutie…"
"…"
Ken lifted an eyelid. "Lisa, what were you doing up at midnight—not sleeping and pondering advances in interspecies communication tech?"
With other girls, Ken wouldn't have said that.
But Lisa was different.
She was the very image of an expert tease; with her, you had to keep your foot on the gas, or you'd be so flustered you couldn't speak.
"Hee-hee-hee…" Lisa laughed till her shoulders shook, then winked at Jean. "Yes indeed, let's explore it together sometime. I've been researching this field a lot lately—itching to run some… experiments."
"Lisa, you…" Jean's face flushed instantly. She looked at her best friend and wanted to crawl into a hole.
Seeing Jean like this, Lisa's laughter turned even more sultry. "Where are you two off to? Bring big sis along?"
"Breakfast." Jean averted her gaze, uncomfortable.
Lisa feigned surprise. "Jean can still eat breakfast this morning? I thought I heard you cooking around six. And now you're going out again? Don't you want to keep your figure?"
Jean: "…"
Ken: "…"
Good grief. She might not have hands-on experience, but her mouth sure ran fast. In all of Teyvat, the only one who could match her spew might be that driver Ying'er in Liyue Harbor.
"All right, all right, I'll stop. You woke me up this early; I'm going back for a nap." Lisa yawned and sashayed home on those long legs, oozing charm.
This teasing witch is just asking for a spanking… Ken exhaled. "Come on, let's go eat."
"Ken, don't mind Lisa. She's always like that…" Jean trailed off, suddenly annoyed at herself. Why explain this here? Ken obviously understands what kind of person Lisa is.
By explaining so deliberately, she'd only drawn his attention back to what Lisa had said.
Jean's lovely face burned even redder. Aside from being with Barbara, she was seldom this at a loss.
Fortunately, Ken didn't dwell on Lisa. The two enjoyed a sweet breakfast together.
After eating, Jean returned to work at the Knights, while Ken went to check his shop. He discussed some inventory with Mona, then opened a vortex gate back to Blue Star.
…
The Knights.
Jean had just stepped into headquarters when a proud voice rang out.
"Acting Grand Master Jean."
Eula approached, hugging her greatsword, ice-blue eyes flashing with eagerness.
Jean blinked, then offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Eula. I'm not feeling well today. Our spar will have to wait a day… hmm, better make it three."
Sparring between her and Eula had become an unconscious habit.
Eula mostly hunted monsters in the wild and rarely returned to the Knights unless to challenge Jean.
Normally, Jean was happy to oblige—after all, as Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, she needed not only clear thinking but also the strength to defend Mondstadt.
Mutual sparring and growth are good things.
But not today.
Though Jean tried to act natural, only she knew how she felt.
"Are you ill? Should we call Miss Barbara to take a look?"
Concern flickered across Eula's chilly features, though it passed quickly.
Jean shook her head. "It's fine. I've just been too tired lately and didn't rest well. Sorry, Eula. The day after tomorrow, we'll spar."
"Very well. I'll remember this grudge." Eula didn't press. She hefted her greatsword and turned away.
Only then did Jean breathe easier.
She'd been worried Eula would pry. She wasn't good at lying, and this was hardly something she could talk about.
Fortunately, Eula was decisive and didn't ask more.
In fact—
After leaving the Knights, Eula didn't drop it. She pondered seriously.
She'd arrived in Mondstadt at dawn. She'd heard from the knights about last night's Treasure Hoarders incident.
Supposedly Ken handled it alone, Jean left unharmed, and afterward went off with him.
But she'd clearly noticed that under Jean's silk scarf, there seemed to be many bluish-purple marks along her neck.
"Did Acting Grand Master spar with Mr. Ken?"
At that thought, Eula felt a surge of excitement.
Right… Ken was strong. If Jean sparred with him, then wouldn't sparring with him also yield valuable experience?
"When I have time… I'll go to Blue Star to spar."
Eula made up her mind. Only by facing strong opponents could she gain experience and grow.
Ken was an excellent choice.
…
Magic City.
Ken, now on Eula's mind, was busy with real-world work and placing orders for the goods Beidou needed.
The factory he worked with was large; shipping wouldn't be a problem—everything would be ready in a week.
The company was running smoothly. The only event to prep was the preview livestream; otherwise, work went on steadily, continuing development of the new Genshin map.
As for Zhongli, he'd returned to Liyue—he was a key part of the plan and needed to coordinate with Lumine.
"Liyue's wine is truly fine. Even waking up, I still long for it."
A hungover Venti stumbled out, rinsing his mouth with hard cider.
"Shouldn't you head back to Mondstadt?" Ken closed his laptop and offered a friendly reminder.
Venti blinked. "Back to Mondstadt? Why? It's rare to catch the old man Morax's performance—why would I go back?"
Ken: "…Right. Hang on."
Back when dealing with Old Mondstadt, Barbatos had forged a letter from Morax; now getting caught by Zhongli was fair payback.
After packing up, Ken opened a vortex gate and took Venti to the Liyue Specialty Shop.
Behind the counter, Hu Tao was sneaking a break, reading a light novel.
"Zhongli had something to do again, so this Director has to watch the place myself."
Seeing Ken return, Hu Tao complained plaintively.
Venti laughed. "It's fine, it's fine. Director Hu wears two hats—both Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and the Specialty Shop."
"Hmph… I don't mind. Can Mr. Ken handle it?" Hu Tao pouted.
"Of course I can." Ken shrugged. "If you want, I can even put you on payroll."
"This Director doesn't need a salary!" Hu Tao grinned. "Being allowed to put up my ads is the greatest reward! Until you find a proper manager, I'll have people look after it!"
Then she seemed to think of something and eyed Venti suspiciously. "How dare you show your face in Liyue?"
Venti was baffled. "Huh???"
Hu Tao stroked her chin, looked at Ken, then at Venti, then back behind her.
Dozens of seconds later—
To Venti's stupefied gaze, a squad of Millelith marched in, grabbed him, and hauled him off.
Venti: "???"
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
….