Princess Sherry’s Tale - Chapter 15.2

Sherri noticed that Tol’s voice seemed to be losing its strength. He must have ran out last night and severely reprimanded himself for being so excited about her. But that, to her, was useless guilt. But she was sure that what made him look so remorseful right now was everything that held him up.

Secretly sighing inside, Sherri decided to keep up with his pace this time. He was a much more inflexible and naive young boy than she had expected–so different from any other man she’d encountered so far.

“Ha, I don’t understand a single word you just said. I have no memories of when I went to the bathroom yesterday. I woke up in the bathtub, but isn’t it the escort’s duty to peek in if I don’t come out of the bathroom for a long time? Where did you go without my permission?”

“…y-y-you really don’t remember a thing from last night?”

His purple eyes which looked desperate like a puppy caught in the rain glanced at Sherri’s face. It was so cute how his hand didn’t let go of her open gown as he looked around and shook that Sherri had the urge to hug him and knock him down onto the bed. But Sherri, who’d desperately realized she shouldn’t act according to her feelings, held back a sigh and blinked.

“That’s what I said. I must not have sobered up. Anyway, the bath water’s all cold, so what’s going to happen if I catch a cold? Are you really focusing on your duty as my escort?”

“Of c-c-course. All day I’m focused only on you, Madam Kasheira!”

Sherri’s eyes opened wide at the scream that sounded like a confession upon first listen. All day? Did he say all day? This morning they weren’t even together because of his training, and he says he has been focused on her all day while trying his best to maintain a distance.

Perhaps Tol, too, was embarrassed at his sudden scream, he was at a loss for words. On his face was an expression that said he plainly wanted to run away, but both of his hands were adjusting Sherri’s gown, so he only lowered his head, not knowing what else to do with his hands.

Seriously, he is getting cuter and cuter. To Sherri, who was already far from innocence, his appearance came as a strong stimulation. When she placed her hand on top of his hands desperately adjusting her gown he flinched and shook again. Sherri smirked. I’m not going to eat you right now. Not ‘right now’.

When she softly brushed his hands off, she grabbed her gown tightly. Having already missed his time to run away, Tol once again displayed naive eyes.

“Oh. Thanks, Tol. You’re an awfully considerate ‘escort’.”

“Huh? Yes, yes. That’s right, Madam Kashiera.”

Thankfully he didn’t seem to feel that rejected. No, he was constantly in conflict with what he was doing, but it was clear that he had a certain amount of interest beyond his feelings for Sherri. Though he didn’t realize it, he’d already won her over. Even if he wasn’t aware of it, she was confident that he could soon be dragged into her bed.

He had looked strangely disappointed and sad when she first referred to him as an escort, and he concluded that her interest was his care as an escort.

How could Sherri ignore such a cute and nice shield? Although her body may suffer from a bit of frustration, she was constantly moved by the fresh arousal of the ‘stubborn naive man.’ The more he resisted like that the more her desire to conquer him burned. Sherri’s eyes glistened with playfulness and determination.

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“Tol, not there, a little lower. Oh, ah. That feels good. Just over to the side.”

Tol bit his lip pathetically. The sweat on his forehead showed how much he was enduring this tricky situation. On top of the leisure moan that came from Sherri’s lips below him, his body trembled pitifully.

“Tol! Are you listening to me? The spot between my neck and shoulder is stiff.”

“Huh? Oh, right.”

“Mmm… Oh, right there. Yep, that’s it, ah.”

If Tol could sit down and cry at this very moment, he would despite his appearance. He thought it would be much more comfortable to go around the training grounds for three days than to go up on Sherri’s body wearing only one thin article of clothing and caressing every corner of her body. On top of that, why was she moaning in a moist, wet voice on purpose like she was ordering him to listen?

As Sherri already knew that he had been involved in heavy tasks by himself all morning, Tol couldn’t resist her comment about how his shoulders seemed to be sore. But had he known that the result of his permission would come back to torture him like this…

Well, still, in the end, he couldn’t refuse the young woman’s request.