Jefferson didn't respond. Instead, he casually lifted the blanket, revealing Mona's injured legs.
A surge of anger welled up in Jefferson, but he remained rational. He knew the first priority was to save Mona's legs.
Like a gust of wind, he rushed out of the house and sprinted toward the camp.
Upon reaching the camp, he headed straight for the equipment room without saying a word. "Miss Christine, can you help me? A friend of mine is injured... she might be hurt because of me." Jefferson took full responsibility for the incident; it was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Christine, the military officer, looked at Jefferson with confusion. She saw deep anxiety and intense rage in his eyes.
Suddenly, her gaze shifted behind Jefferson. Unbeknownst to him, the cold and elegant captain had already arrived at the door.
"I was wondering why you were here before school let out," the captain said, strolling in. "As knights, we shouldn't meddle in other matters, and the law prohibits knights from intervening in civilian affairs."
Jefferson felt an immediate sense of despair.
"However, if the incident involves knights, it's a different matter," the captain turned to the military officer and asked, "Are you free? If so, please go take a look."
Jefferson returned with not just one person, but three. In addition to Miss Christine, Michelle had also come along.
Jefferson had long noticed that the captain, despite her cold exterior, had a warm heart. Miss Christine, although a bit scatterbrained, was also kind-hearted. However, the most warm-hearted one was Michelle, who loved to play pranks.
Christine was in charge of treating the injuries, while Michelle amused the children, playing happily with them. Sometimes Jefferson wondered who was more childish, Michelle or the four kids.
"Jefferson, can you take the kids to get something to eat?" Christine instructed.
Jefferson suddenly remembered the food he had brought and left in the kitchen.
At the mention of food, the four children screamed with excitement and ran off, leaving Michelle behind.
Watching the four hungry kids, Jefferson's mind was focused on how to deal with the thugs.
Even if not for Mona, he had to clean up the city for himself. Otherwise, he might regret it one day if his parents fell victim to those thugs.
The only headache was how to find those thugs. He couldn't just attack anyone who looked suspicious; that would likely lead to harming innocent people.
Before Jefferson could figure out a solution, Christine and Michelle emerged from the room, their faces bearing a hint of mystery and ambiguity.
"Your friend is quite lucky; at least no bones are broken. Her left kneecap was dislocated, but I've reset it. She just needs to rest now," Christine said. "Kids, go back to your rooms and take good care of your sister."
After shooing away the kids, Christine suddenly blushed. Hesitating, she then gently said, "I understand that teenage boys can be impulsive in certain ways, but knights and commoners can't be together. You should remember that."
Jefferson blushed immediately.
Christine regretted saying that right away. It was awkward and none of her business.
"I have things to do, so I'll leave now," Christine said quickly and left in a hurry.
Michelle, however, showed no intention of leaving. She walked over to Jefferson with a mischievous smile, brushing her cheek with her finger. "Shame, " she teased.
Jefferson's neck turned red. He turned away, ignoring the prankster.
But Michelle didn't plan to let him off. She whispered in his ear, "How did it feel doing that with your female classmate?"
"I didn't..." Jefferson didn't want to admit it, fearing endless teasing from Michelle.
"Don't deny it. When Christine examined the girl's injuries, she found other bruises and noticed her swollen private parts, clearly caused by some rough treatment," Michelle said, eyeing Jefferson's crotch with a familiar prankish smile.
She traced a finger over his crotch, causing Jefferson's pants to tent up almost immediately.
"Want me to help?" Michelle asked, drawing circles with her finger on the tip of the tent.
Jefferson nearly moaned. It felt too good.
It wasn't that Michelle's technique was advanced; compared to Mona's tricks last night, Michelle's moves were far less skilled.
But just thinking about Michelle as a knight excited Jefferson.
For weeks, he had viewed the women in the knight's corps as high and unattainable. Now, one of them was playing with his penis.
"Really?" Jefferson blurted out, filled with anticipation.
Michelle was startled, her charming big eyes widened in surprise at Jefferson's unexpected response.
She had only been joking, but really wouldn't mind doing it just once. To her, sex was a trivial matter, something she could take or leave.
Maybe she should try it? She gently unbuckled Jefferson's belt, and his large penis sprang out.
It was the first time Michelle had gotten so close to a man's genitalia. She frowned slightly, thinking it looked rather ugly, like a turtle's head wrapped in blue veins, almost resembling tree roots.
casually fiddled with it a few times, Michelle was about to take a closer look when Jefferson suddenly thrust his hips, and the thing poked her on the lips.
This startled her, but it also piqued her curiosity, leaving her wondering what it was all about.
It wasn't as if she hadn't had sex with a man before, when she was thirteen she had tried sex with a partner a little younger than her out of a moment of curiosity, and it didn't feel very good to steal a taste of the forbidden fruit, she only remembered that it hurt a little. She hadn't played with her mouth during that sex.
Michelle had likewise never heard of sex that required the use of a mouth, at least not in her circle of friends who mentioned such things.
In a moment of curiosity, Michelle didn't refuse, and let Jefferson do it.
Jefferson was still a little worried at first, he was afraid that Michelle would refuse, and even more so, he was afraid of Michelle's mischief, this woman might do anything, in case she bites on it ...
After a dozen or so thrusts and seeing that Michelle didn't react, he gradually let go.
Jefferson held Miss Michelle's head hard and let his cock go deeper and deeper into Michelle's mouth.
Knights were just different from normal people, and when Mona sucked him off, a little deeper and it hit her throat, Mona would gag in a paroxysm of gagging and spit his thing out right afterward.
Michelle, on the other hand, didn't care in the slightest, and Jefferson could even feel his huge glans pushing up against the base of his throat, even sliding part of it into his esophagus.
After dozens of consecutive thrusts, just as Jefferson was feeling unusually comfortable, suddenly he felt Michelle jerk and spit his cock out in one fell swoop.
"No more, it's not fun at all, I'm so uncomfortable." Michelle yelled, at the moment she didn't look at all like a mature twenty-two year old woman, but more like a little girl in the middle of a tantrum.
"It'll be comfortable in a minute, I promise." Jefferson grabbed Michelle by the corner of her shirt and reached for her belt.
Because of his panic, Jefferson's hands and feet seemed a little too quick to unbuckle the belt, and with a casual skimming motion he pulled Michelle's pants down to her knees, along with the panties underneath.
Taking off his pants, Jefferson was a little hesitant, this was the kitchen, and there wasn't even a stool to be found, let alone a bed.
After a quick glance around, Jefferson lifted Michelle onto the water tank, which had a lid that could barely serve as a bed for the lovers.
Michelle let Jefferson do what he wanted, it had just been bad but new, and to be honest she did want to see what strange and bizarre tricks the little guy could pull off.
She was interested in anything new.
Jefferson had the experience of last night and was a knowledgeable horse, he gently spread Michelle's legs, Michelle's legs were very strong and powerful, there wasn't a single bit of fat on her legs, under the thin skin was hard muscle, which was a characteristic of almost all knights.
Jefferson gently brushed his hand through Michelle's pubic hair, she didn't have much, but it was dense and short, it was rustling and comfortable to touch, Michelle's two attractive petals were somewhat small, a light pink color, the folds were piled up and her clitoris was hidden in the heavy folds, making it hard to see.
Jefferson aimed his glans at the pinched peach hole and plunged in with a sharp sinking of his back, both letting out a moan at almost the same moment of penetration.
Jefferson's sensation was that the place he was thrusting into was so tight and narrow that he was almost squeezing in hard, and it felt like there was a pair of hands clenched tightly inside, yet countless times softer and slimmer than a finger.
What's more, the tight little hole moved on its own, squeezing from time to time on either side of those tender flesh, which was equally layered and twisted twice as it went down.
Jefferson began to thrust, last night he was selling his labor completely on instinct, this time he had much more experience.