Chapter 3. Teach Me 

Even though it was Anelope who had asked to be taught about m*sturbation, when the moment came her face lit up with embarrassment. 

“S-so, um…”

She stammered, trying to hide her blushing face as she began to speak. 

The knights responded immediately, their concern obvious. 

“Yes, Your Highness?” 

“Are you unwell?” 

“If you are, please let us know at any time.” 

“N-no, it’s not that…” 

“This is so embarrassing.

Anelope closed her eyes and leaned her head against the chest of the man holding her, seeking comfort in his firm embrace. 

Strangely, her heart was pounding wildly, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through her. This situation was eerily similar to the second series of Oh, My Knight!, where the heroine had found herself in an equally exciting and embarrassing predicament. 

She sat in front of her knights with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread wide, under the guise of learning about self-pleasure. Behind her, one of the knights held her waist gently, offering support and reassurance. 

The knights, observing her condition carefully, spoke in cautious tones. 

“Um… first and foremost, this is purely for educational purposes.” 

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, Your Highness, we’ll stop immediately.” 

“Please don’t hesitate to let us know if you feel inconvenienced.” 

A knight held her skirt to prevent it from slipping down, while another gently held her legs apart to prevent her from closing them. 

The sensation of her exposed p*ssy being fully visible to the knights made her feel hot. Every time she felt their eyes between her legs it was like teetering on the edge of a cliff, a dizzying mix of shame and exhilaration. 

Her trembling entrance glistened, slick with love juices. The wet sheen of her heated core reflected the dim light in the room. 

The knight she had chosen hesitated, carefully removing his gloves before positioning himself between her legs. His voice wavered as he asked her again, seeking final confirmation. 

“Your Highness, are you absolutely sure… that this is all right?” 

Before touching Anelope’s body, the knight asked again, his voice calm despite the tension in the room. She nodded silently, her cheeks flushed. 

“Understood. Please let me know immediately if you feel uncomfortable.”

His hand began to move, sliding slowly up the inside of her thigh. The sensation of someone else’s touch so close to such a sensitive area made her shiver. It was the first time in her life that anyone had touched her in such an intimate place. 

He didn’t stop. His fingers reached her exposed folds, gently parting the soft, pale skin. As his touch revealed her shy, blushing cl*t, he gently squeezed it with his fingers. Unlike her own tentative, awkward touches, the firm pressure of a man’s hand sent a whole new wave of sensation through her. Her hips jerked instinctively. 

“Ah, ahh…!” 

It felt as if her mind had gone blank, her vision momentarily turning white. Even the presence of the other knights, standing silently around her like faithful dogs watching their mistress, added a strange thrill to the experience. 

The knight pressing against her cl*t watched her reactions carefully. After a moment he spoke, his voice low and calm. 

“I will begin to move now.” 

The knight pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, as if to calm her nerves. The wet sounds of his lips against her skin mixed with the smooth sounds of her *rousal to fill the room.

His thumb slid slowly from her entrance to her cl*t, spreading the smooth liquid over her sensitive flesh. Her trembling folds quivered under his touch, glistening with moisture.

“Hah, ahh…! I-it’s strange! It feels strange!”

Anelope cried, her body writhing. In response, he gently pinched her cl*t. Her vision flickered as a high-pitched moan, tinged with surprise and pleasure, escaped her lips. 

“Your Highness, that’s not strange. It’s your body feeling good.”

His thumb pressed firmly against her cl*t, circling it with deliberate movements. With each movement, her vision seemed to spin and her mind reeled from the unfamiliar sensations. 

As she instinctively closed her eyes, overwhelmed, the knight holding her whispered softly in her ear. 

“Your Highness, you must watch and learn.” 

He stroked her cheek gently, coaxing her to open her eyes. His tone was tender, but with a hint of teasing. 

“We can’t teach you every time, so you’ll have to pay close attention to how it’s done, won’t you?” 

His voice was so soft that Anelope felt as if she had stumbled into a fairy tale, with a prince whispering soft words of love. 

Gasping for breath, she half opened her eyes, her vision blurred. Between her pale thighs, the knight’s bronze hand teased her flushed, sensitive flesh mercilessly. The sight was so explicit, far more erotic than even the illustrations in Oh, My Knight!

That Anelope instinctively closed her eyes again, her cheeks burning. 

“Hnng, hah… ahh.” 

As she closed her eyes, the Knight began to whisper again, this time describing everything in detail, as if to make sure she understood what was happening. 

“The place Kane is touching now – if you rub it hard, it feels good.” 

“Ah, I-I don’t know! I don’t know! It feels so strange…!” 

“If you do it yourself, Your Highness, use your left hand to part the folds and place your right hand over that little spot.” 

As the knight rubbed her cl*t faster and faster, the sensations became more intense, pushing her closer to the edge. 

“Hah, ahh, ahhh! W-wait! Please, wait! Hnn, just a moment!” 

Her cries were desperate, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar but powerful pleasure coursing through her body. 

Her entrance continued to twitch, releasing streams of slick fluid. The overwhelming pleasure consumed her, but with the knight holding her in place, she couldn’t even squirm. Sensing that Anelope was nearing her climax, the knight didn’t stop, but pressed even harder against her cl*t, rubbing in circular motions. Her moans grew louder and higher with each touch.

“Ahh! Ah! N-no, I don’t like it…!” 

Although they had promised to stop if she felt uncomfortable, the knight didn’t relent. Instead, he seemed to tease her further, drawing her deeper into the intoxicating sensations.

“With Your Highness’s small hands, you may need to use two fingers to do this properly.”

The gentle tone, as if teaching a child, contrasted sharply with the unyielding movements of his hand below. 

“Hnn, hah, ahh!” 

The place he touched felt different. Though it wasn’t far from where she had clumsily rubbed herself before, the sensations now seemed magnified, as if all her nerves were focused on that one spot. 

The wet, lascivious sounds filled the air as he continued, his movements deliberate and precise. With just a few more strokes, Anelope experienced her first climax. 

The tingling sensation that had built up in her core exploded outwards, spreading like lightning through her entire body. Her frame stiffened as if struck, her back arching uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy washed over her. 

“Hahh… sniff… hnn…” 

Anelope gasped for breath, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her first climax had been far more overwhelming than she could have imagined. As she reached her climax, the knight immediately stopped his movements, his hand retreating to gently caress her thigh, allowing her to ride out the lingering waves of pleasure.

“Your Highness, are you alright?” 

Anelope couldn’t muster an answer. Instead, she clung to the knight’s tunic as he cradled her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Gradually her breathing calmed, and the knight holding her patted her back soothingly.

The room was full of tension. Regardless of their agreement, the reality remained that she was royalty and they were commoners. If Anelope changed her mind and decided to punish them, she could do so without hesitation or consequence.