Princess Sherry’s Tale - Chapter 11.1

Tol flinched when he leaned his head toward her and sniffed her for a moment. He frowned after noticing there was a faint smell of alcohol.

“If you say so, would it be better to not take a bath? Or I can call a servant right now and…”

With no intention to listen to every word he said, Sherri brushed her fingers on his arm as she approached him closer. When she did, he jumped back in surprise, flustered.

“It’s getting late, and you’ll bother those who are sleeping. And with you, I’m relaxed and… Am I wrong?”

Tol, who before long was staring at Sherri with his innocent eyes, nodded fervently. Because at any rate, teasing this innocent man was becoming more fun by the minute. His face turned crimson in mere seconds as soon as all of the front buttons on her dress were undone.

“Oh, I, uh…”

“I said I’m taking a bath now. Don’t tell me you’re going to stand there and watch me undress, Tol.”

“N-no, no! I’ll just, uh…”

When Tol left the room at lightning speed, Sherri entered the bathroom, giggling softly, and unbuttoned the rest of her dress.

Then should I teach this cute little virgin something, one thing at a time, Sherri thought

* * *

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Sherri purposely lifted her legs to make sounds with the water. Tol’s room was connected to one side of the bathroom she was using, so the noise she made now would clearly be heard by him, who had sensitive hearing. It’d be the same even if he came out to the living room.

Sherri kept giggling about the way his handsome face had blushed as the nerves in his body were on edge. The more she thought, the cuter he got.

Though Tol was about twice her age, it was natural that they were bound to be drawn into matters between men and women. She was the one who had taken down even men with reputations as playboys, much less Tol who hadn’t even had his cherry popped.

With her body submerged in warm water, she was a little short of breath as she continued to splash the water with her legs. Or perhaps she was still a bit drunk from the alcohol she’d drunk. The hot steam in the bathroom caused her cheeks to flush naturally, with her head spinning a little from side to side

“I’m thirsty.”

But where had she set her water earlier… Trying to bring her hazy mind back to earth, she just now realized that she had placed the water jug and cup outside the door. She’d been so busy thinking about how she could tease Tol that she must have forgotten that she hadn’t even brought them in the bathroom with her. The continuous blinking of her eyes made her feel like she was really going to faint, so she called out in a loud voice, “Tol! Tol!”

“What’s… wrong?”

A satisfactory smile hung from Sherri’s face at the voice of Tol, who answered back immediately through the door as if he were waiting right in front of it. She wanted to play around like this more but felt like it would really be exhausting, so she just shook her head to come back to earth.

“You’re by the door, right? Grab my water and bring it in. I think I’m going to pass out…”

“Oh…”

He seemed to have discovered the water jug, but there was no reply from him, so it was clearly interpreted that he was hesitating to enter the bathroom.  Normally she would throw random comments at him while enjoying his reaction because this side of him was cute, but she’d become delirious.

“H-h-hurry up. I’m really, ah!”

“…excuse me.”

Sherri couldn’t speak as much as before because she didn’t have the energy. However, as Tol was a knight with excellent hearing, the door creaked open, and he entered hesitantly. When he walked in precariously, trying not to lift his head toward the bathtub in the bathroom filled with steam, Sherri uttered as if she were out of breath,

“Tol, Tol. Hurry!”

“Oh, Madam Kasheira.”

After dropping her head like a wilted leaf of spinach, she slid down from the bathtub, and the embarrassed Tol hurriedly came to her side with the water jug. Thankfully the bathwater was murky and even dried petals were floating, obscuring the view of her naked body.

Perhaps she was this close from exhaustion, Sherri, peeping up with bright red cheeks, closed her eyes and let out a faint gasp. Tol rushed to the urgent scene, poured water into the cup, and put it up to her lips.

When Tol was at a loss looking at the water flowing down Sherri’s lips and chin without her swallowing it, she suddenly grabbed his arm.

“I can’t drink it because I have no strength. Tol, let me… drink from your mouth.”

Tol, appalled at her outrageous request, could barely speak. “What? Uh, I can’t. I could never do that!”

“Tolllllll.”

Looking at him, who had jumped back, she closed her eyes and slid a little more into the bathtub.

Then, Tol, with his face red like a tomato, pointlessly looked around while hesitating. He then gulped water into his mouth and got closer to Sherri’s lips which were redder than usual thanks to the hot steam. Despite going close enough to feel her breath, he didn’t touch her lips.