The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 162: Something Idiotic

"So, how have you been since we last met Glynda?" Parc questioned as they walked past a classroom on a trip to Ozpin's office.

"I have been alright." It was quick, curt, and held the tone of 'shut up' to it.

"Good, good. Still displeased with me?"

"Considering you don't exist, know something about Ozpin that neither I nor any others know about. As well as knowing about the Maidens and Salem and are willing to reveal that information to children. Yes. I would say I am more than just displeased with you."

Parc shrugged, there was nothing he could say to refute any of that, because well, it was all true. "Eh, all you need to know, is for now I am on your side." Planning to eventually be 'inside' her when her walls broke down. "I just needed a way of getting in here and letting Ozzy know not to play around with me like he seems to so fondly do with everyone else."

She squinted, her stride pausing for a second before quickly restarting. Ozpin was lackadaisical, that much was something she was more than aware of. But everything he did had a reason. He never did anything without thinking about it twice. That was until Parc had arrived and turned Ozpin into a nervous wreck.

"And how exactly do you expect Ozpin to 'play around with you?" she asked turning on point within the elevator, pressing onto the button to raise the lift up to the glass office Ozpin made use of.

"Manipulation, leaving things out, thinking he can send a bird to search for info about me and not get shot out of the sky with a nice and big bullet."

Glynda ground her teeth, he even knew about Qrow. Just how much did he know? Does he know about the vault? About Amber? They had been so careful to bring her down there, to hide her location from everyone. But this man, he just seemed to know more than them. And that was a frustrating thing when the man was many years her junior.

"Tell me Glynda, do you trust Ozpin?" out of the blue he asked, subtly reaching his hand around Summer's back to pinch her bottom and get a silent but surprised chirp from the woman whose butt then clenched as he began to slowly massage the cheek.

"I do." She succinctly answered.

"And what if he was hiding something that would ruin everything you believed in. Would you still trust him then?"

Though he couldn't see it as he was stood a bit behind her with his hand digging beneath Summer's cloak and hiking up her skirt enough that he could burrow his fingers deep into her supple glute. Getting a few muffled moan's as Summer kept her head down and bit her lip. He could only feel the soured narrowing her eyes were making.

"My loyalties are not so hair thin. I have always known Ozpin has been hiding things from us. Whatever they may be, I, nor anyone else, will always trust him."

'As monotone as a black and white movie,' Parc thought after her little boilerplate response.

"Haah~" as he thought that, he dug his hand even further into Summer's rump, pressing her panties to the point he could feel the definition of her slit and finally eliciting a soft, but noticeable moan inside the silent elevator.

Panic surged through Summer, her face shooting to red while Glynda's head turned to face the origin of that oddly sensual moan, only to see the green cloak figure of Summer with her head hung low hiding her features. Parc pressed close to her meeting Glynda's gaze with a calm and collected smile.

She didn't say anything though the way her eyes narrowed glaring at them told tales about what she was thinking was going on. Huffing through her nose she faced the sliding metal doors, mumbling "children." As she breathed in after expelling her breath she tasted a thick, cinnamon and clove scent lingering about making her breath in even harder and let her eyes flitter shut to relish in the scent that had been accumulating since they entered the elevator.

It was a reminiscent smell reminding her of Christmas with her family during her childhood. When her mother would bake fresh cinnamon buns. Something she had not had the pleasure of enjoying in a long time. It calmed her heart and though weakly, broke her usually stoic persona bringing a slight upwards tilt to the ends of her lips.

Parc, being ever the observant noticed this. How her head tilted up bringing Glynda into a world of her own. And yay, his heart full with curiosity pulled his hand from Summer's rump giving her a moment to stumble in relief that she no longer had to hide her moan.

Inching closer to Glynda, Parc ensured every step was as still as possible, making no noise of his boots touching the plain grey flooring as he arrived behind her.

"What are you doing?" Summer whispered, worried that Parc was about to do something incredibly stupid.

Tilting his head back to her with a smirk, he said, "something incredibly stupid." He was anything if not self aware.

"I don't doubt it but, why now?" she continued to whisper, eyeing Glynda to make sure she still latched in her own mindscape.

"because," he uttered reaching his left hand out to linger just above the neatly defined rump coated in a layer of sleek black pencil skirt. His outer three fingers curled in while his inner two were turned to claws. "She's so vulnerable."

His eyes sparked and his fingers clamped down pushing into Glynda's skirt, feeling the soft give and subtle resistance as the elasticity of her bottom pushed against him. His index and thumb squeezing together collecting a decent bit of the plump fatty flesh before Glynda's eyes bolted open, her riding crop flew out of her boot and she spun around to bring the leather tongue against Parc's cheek.

Not quite missing as anticipating the assault Parc had quickly thrown his head back just narrowly avoiding the brunt of the whip though getting a slight stinging scratch against the tip of his nose.

"How dare you!" Glynda shouted pointing the crop right at him. Her face red in anger though Parc feeling there was another bit of emotion hidden beneath that.

"I did," Parc snorted lifting his left hand up to flare his two fingers as an example to her, "and may I say, you have a perfect ass."

A violent twitch took her cheek, a vein bulging on her forehead and a muscle in her neck tensing in rage. Though her cheeks taking on a more pinkish tone of embarrassment than one of pure rage. The lingering sting of Parc's merciless pinch still there and aware on her bottom.

"Do not touch me again, Mr. Evans. I am not like her," she swung the crop Summer's way just as the elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open letting her spin around and march into the clock room office where Ozpin was sat behind his desk, his cane close at hand as he leaned forwards clasping his hands together against his mouth. Staring directly at Parc and ignoring Summer's green silhouette wholeheartedly.

Summer shrunk in at the jab sent her way. 'Sorry' she wanted to tell her.

"Eh, she'll be asking for it soon enough." Parc just shrugged earning himself a befuddled wide eye from Summer who simply couldn't comprehend just how many he was planning to convert into this little harem scheme he'd told her about.

Stepping into the room, neither Parc not Summer bothered to glance around the room, instead keeping their attentions focused solely on Ozpin.

Coming to stand still before the desk, Parc and Ozpin locked eyes. One's lips curled up, the other a frown hidden behind crossed hands. Neither speaking as a tense silence overtook the room with only the sounds of the ticking clock being their muses.

It was a competition, a test to see which would lead the flow of the conversation. With every moment that passed, Parc's lips remained still while Ozpin also remained resolute. They knew the other could go for as long as time itself would allow. At one point, one of them would have to speak. But there was a third option.

"Evening Ozma." "Pleasure to meet you, Parc Evans."

Speak in unison.