Princess Sherry’s Tale - Chapter 6

“Madam Kasheira! H-hold on.”

Sherri’s slender fingers had a firm grip around Tol’s neck, and this caused him to lose balance, his body ending up on the bed, sending his mental world into a collapsed state. Utter confusion filled his eyes while he tried to process how she had gotten enough strength to control him. Salty liquids also fought to escape from his eyes, due to the force she had on his neck but he wanted to look strong so he blinked repeatedly to control the tears.

On every attempt to break free from her grip, her bre*sts end up grazing his skin, sending him goosebumps. In a total state of dilemma, Tol decided to remain stiff, his eyes avoiding any exposed part of her body, especially her chest area. He needed to remain sane or he wasn’t sure what kind of mistakes he would end up making.

Tol, who’d given up on pulling away from her, decided to grab a pillow to help create distance between them. But who was he kidding, she was always one step ahead of him as she reaches for the pillow first and tosses it aside while still pretending to be asleep. Sherri loved how little the distance between her and Tol was. She loved how fast his heartbeat against her chest was and also how his hot nervous breath felt on her skin.

In the end, Tol whispered to her in a begging tone, “Madam Kasheira, please let go of me.”

It was her turn to flinch this time around as she hadn’t expected him to whisper right into her ear. All the hair on her skin had somehow managed to stand upright as his words replayed in her ear, sending chills down her spine. Tol’s words left a tingling sensation in her and Sherri’s body couldn’t help but react by heating up. Her cheeks had also become a light shade of tomato and before she could process anything else, she unknowingly took a big gulp of her saliva.

Trying to ward off this strange feeling, Sherri placed her cold soft lips closer to the back of his neck, which had become hotter than before. Just as her hot breath blew against his skin, Tol’s body trembled in response as if he was convulsing. To him, who was immune to women, this sort of stimulation was overkilling.

She didn’t bite or suck his skin, but before he knew it, his hormones had gone haywire as he couldn’t hide his harsh breathing. As he was supporting both their bodies, his veins rose prominently through the skin of his hands extending above the sheet.

“Ah, ugh. Please Madam Kasheira,” he pleaded again as he was starting to reach his limit.

Despite hearing Tol’s desperate request, Sherri raised the tip of her nose and inhaled his scent which she was starting to get addicted to. Perhaps because he had just finished taking a shower, the scent of his shampoo smelled so good. She suddenly got the urge to nibble on his neck just once. If not that, then licking him would be a great option too.

However, Sherri released the strength in her arms at the shaky voice coming from Tol, whose facial features reflected discomfort. She stared at him with a blank expression while pretending to just be waking up. Her eyes were a little dark and red as she pretended to scrunch at the reflection of the sunlight. And seeing that his lips were pressed into a thin line, he reeked of nervousness.

He always had this cute side to him.

She had always thought of him as the usual noticeably handsome knight, but for the first time, she considered him cute, even though he was older than she was. She didn’t exactly consider him special but just a virgin who was fun to tease around. Since he had no prior experience, it was just refreshing to see him struggling with the woman he served.

On top of that, she’d heard that he was the most clueless of the unyielding knights. That part of him turned her on, so she just wanted to keep him by her side a bit longer while pretending to play innocent. But this was it for the morning. She would just have to continue her fun another time.

Like that, Sherri shamelessly opened her mouth pretending not to know, “Oh, what brings you here, Tol? I’m still sleepy.”

“I’ll bring in a servant,” he says almost immediately.

As soon as he left her side, his eyes caught a glimpse of her naked skin, which caused his face to heat up and eventually turn pink. It took him a lot of will and self-control to avoid her gaze and hold his breath as he left the room to call someone.

Sherri burst into laughter once Tol was out of sight. She remembered how nervous he looked as he bowed and walked away awkwardly. She could easily tell that he had not known any women so far and was very sensitive. However, for the time being, it would be another entertainment to watch him struggle in reaction to her s*xual advances.

Sherri stretched with a relaxed face, pushed her body up then readjusted her somewhat messy clothes. Nothing good would come out from the servants learning that she had been with Tol dressed like this. Above all, in this castle, she was an innocent and cheerful young woman birthed from a royal figure. She had that image to maintain.

Sherri was hiding alone in a thicket next to the training ground. As Tol was an escort knight, he couldn’t stay by her side all day. In the morning, while Sherri usually worked, the butler of the Marquis’ mansion was present, so it was common for Tol to do his knight training during that period. He could return to Sherri’s side in the afternoon, once his training session was over. Despite how great a swordsman he was, if he didn’t sharpen his skills, it would become dull and rusty.

She normally watched him from the terrace, which had a great view of the training grounds, but today, she wanted to watch up close to see what kind of skills he had. She was curious as to what the normal Tol was like. So, she cleverly hid in the thicket.

“Ya! Hyah!”

“I’m going!”

Sherri thought he was warming up for a while, but it seemed like it was time for a fight. A huge muscular knight walked out as Tol’s opponent. Even the immensely built Tol looked small next to him. Sherri’s gaze shifted to him for a moment before she turned away. Well, from the looks of it, the guy was averagely good looking, but he was far from her type.

A manly face was good, but these days, her type was a delicate-looking young man. On top of that, one with thick muscular features wasn’t exactly appealing to her. In this respect, Tol fitted her ideal type, in an almost perfect way. Being good looking topped her list as well as not looking like a full-time bodybuilder. Tol had just the right amount of muscles and she loved it.

Sherri trembled for a moment at the thought of Tol sparring against someone who looked almost twice his size. Not only did he look older and more experienced than Tol, but he was able to make Sherri quiver in fear. Her escort knight was said to be good for his age and a genius, but right now, the odds didn’t seem to be in his favour. Worried about the outcome of the match, her palms became sweaty while her body became tense.

Even an ordinary scar on Tol’s face would incur her wrath and she wasn’t going to let the other knight go unscathed. She didn’t want a scratch on someone she was yet to properly touch.

In the course of the sparring, Tol, who was confronting the muscular knight, quickly disappeared from his spot. While Sherri’s eyes darted left to right, wondering where he’d disappeared to, he suddenly appeared again and continued sparring.

The knight, who flexed the tendons on his muscle-covered arms, tried to subdue Tol with all his strength but Tol, who seemed to be having fun, straightened his back and quickly moved again.

Is this normally what sparring is?

Even though Sherri was a little distracted, her eyes never left their sight as she watched their movements with utmost concentration. Tol was very skilled to the point of admiration as his movements weren’t normal. She had always thought of him as a sympathetic man, but it was quite refreshing to see this knightly side of him.

From her point of view, it was evident Tol’s opponent looked down on him and didn’t expect the match to last this long. Tol’s response to every movement was quicker than he had anticipated and in a few minutes both knights were sweaty, their clothes sticking to their broad chests. The angry sun didn’t help matters either as the weather was a little hot.

“Whew! You’re good.”

“Knock me down!”

There were a few times when Tol looked dangerous, his eyes set like a predator. Sherri couldn’t deny how sexy he looked each time as she wished he could be like that around her. Cheers were heard from all over the place, fellow knights chanting Tol’s name, because he cleverly let the attacks flow smoothly.

“Hey, stop! This is all for today.”

Sherri released her tightly squeezed palms once another knight who had been monitoring the fight intervened and stopped the sparring. There was a clear difference between the muscular knight, whom anyone could tell was exhausted from his loss of breath, and Tol, who looked exactly the same way he did before the fight had commenced. Even though both knights were from Sherri’s family, her evaluation was particularly leaning towards only one person.

“Hey, you think I’ll lose next time?” Tol’s opponent boasted.

“It’s because you coached me well, partner,” Tol replied with a teasing smile, a side new to Sherri.

His sparring partner came with a big smile, and the two shook hands as he gave Tol’s shoulder a friendly tap. Seeing Tol bow courteously despite the man’s playful tone made him look so cool, causing Sherri’s eyes to glisten. Even the way his slightly sweaty hair stuck to his forehead made him look hot. The thought of driving her fingers through his sticky hair if she had the opportunity, leaves her feeling excited.

His handsome face had a faint smile when a group of young men who seemed to be his colleagues patted his shoulders while conversing with him. As expected, they were in their youth and Sherri was pleased to see such good friendship among them.