The knights exchanged uneasy glances before cautiously approaching her one by one, their concern evident as they addressed her. 

“Your Highness, are you feeling any discomfort?” 

“Are you all right?” 

Anelope nodded weakly, signalling that she was fine. In truth, she felt more than fine – she felt euphoric. If she were the Emperor instead of Astrid, she might have given the knight who had introduced her to this newfound pleasure a noble title on the spot. No, what was a mere title compared to what she had just experienced? She would have considered making him her husband, even her emperor.

The knights, unaware of the thoughts swirling in Anelope’s mind, continued to walk cautiously, stealing glances at her. It was only after she repeatedly assured them that she was fine – even going so far as to say that she had enjoyed it – that they finally relaxed and breathed a collective sigh of relief.

—

That night, before going to bed, Anelope picked up her copy of Oh, My Knight! again and began to read. Now that she had learned the art of m*sturbation from her knights, details that had gone unnoticed before seemed to jump off the pages.

[He let Peria’s slick fluids coat his hand before bringing it to her cl*toris. Slowly at first, he began to rub, his hand moving faster and faster over her tender flesh. A soft moan escaped Peria’s lips.] 

[“Hnng, ahh, it tickles…!”] 

Despite having read the book countless times before, Anelope found herself hanging on every word.

‘That’s right, at first it really tickled when they touched there.’

As the memory of that day’s sensations resurfaced, her lower body instinctively tensed, a faint twitch running through her. She couldn’t help but remember the Knight’s soft, deep voice whispering instructions to her, the sound as intimate and soothing as the words themselves. 

Her cheeks flushed as she turned another page, unable to shake the lingering echo of his words from her mind.

“If you do it alone, Your Highness, use your left hand to part the folds and place your right hand over the small, sensitive area.” 

Anelope let out a soft moan and closed the door tightly before pulling the blanket over her head. Hidden under the blanket, she slowly lifted her panties and exposed herself. Closing her eyes, she followed his instructions, parting her folds with her left hand and placing her right hand on her cl*t.

“Your hands are small, so you’ll need to use two fingers and press gently.” 

As his voice from earlier echoed in her mind, her body flushed with heat. Carefully recalling the movements she had seen him make, she began to circle her cl*t with her fingers, mimicking his actions.

“Mmngh…” 

A muffled moan escaped her lips as she experimented with the rhythm. She moved in circular motions, just as he had instructed, and the soft flesh beneath her fingers responded with an intoxicating tingle, the sensation growing more intense.

“Hah… ahh! S-so good…!” 

The sound of her own voice startled her. The unfamiliar moans she was making felt strange and embarrassing. Desperately trying to muffle herself, she bit down on the blanket and stifled her cries as her body continued to shake under her touch.

“Mmm… ngh!” 

She coated her fingers with the slick *rousal that flowed shamelessly from her entrance, relentlessly teasing her cl*t. Just as the Knight had instructed, she used both her index and middle fingers, finding the perfect balance – not too much, not too little, but just right to feel incredible. 

Closing her eyes, she continued to rub, the unfamiliar sensation of floating on clouds enveloping her body. 

Having experienced this before, Anelope knew instinctively that she was approaching the same climax as before.

“Hhnn, ahh…” 

Her golden eyelashes fluttered pitifully and her eyebrows furrowed as the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body became almost unbearable. Yet her hand did not stop. Even the lewd, wet sounds from below seemed to fuel her excitement. 

“It feels so good…” 

She thought fleetingly: ‘What if these hands weren’t mine? What if they were my knights’ hands instead?’ 

Closing her eyes tightly, she let her mind wander, imagining her knights caressing her most intimate places. 

‘I wish they’d touch me more.’ 

Her breathing quickened as her fantasy deepened, her body responding eagerly to both their touch and her vivid imagination.

Anelope’s left hand stroked her br*ast awkwardly, fingers kneading and awkwardly twisting her n*pple. At the same time, she continued to rub her cl*t, the combined sensations quickly building to the same overwhelming pleasure she had experienced earlier in the day.

“Hnn… ahh…!” 

Her vision blurred, her body momentarily stiffening as a powerful wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her muscles tensed and then released as the peak subsided, leaving her body limp and trembling in the aftermath. She could no longer scream, only gasp for air as her head lolled back, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Hahh… hahh…” 

For the first time, she had successfully enjoyed herself to the end. 

The guilt of her actions flickered briefly in her mind, only to be overshadowed by thoughts of her knights. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined their faces, her heart pounding at the memory of their hands and voices.

’It’s all thanks to them.’

Without them, she realised, she might have gone her whole life without experiencing something so incredible.

Still catching her breath, Anelope closed her eyes. Her room was filled with the heat of her lingering *rousal. She lay sprawled on her bed, clutching her pillow tightly to her chest. While the tingling in her abdomen had mostly subsided, a strange fluttering sensation remained in her chest, teasing her thoughts.

‘Something’s still missing…’ 

Her entrance trembled, as if it longed for something to fill it, though she didn’t quite understand the feeling. All she knew was that a vague sense of emptiness remained as she buried her face in the pillow, her mind drifting to the faces of her knights.

‘I wish they’d do it again.’ 

— 

As soon as morning broke, Anelope headed straight for the training grounds. She had barely touched her breakfast before setting off, and by the time she arrived, the knights were already deep into their routines.

Unaware of her presence, they were either sparring with each other or doing their own training, their dedication evident in every movement. Anelope stood, watching them in a daze, until her gaze met that of the knight who had first introduced her to pleasure. His striking violet eyes held an enigmatic allure, and as their eyes met, he smiled brightly and greeted her.

“Your Highness, it’s colder than yesterday. How long have you been here?” 

Noticing her presence, the other knights followed suit, bowing and greeting her one by one. The memory of the previous day suddenly flashed through Anelope’s mind, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She waved awkwardly, unable to form a proper response.

Concerned for her in the chilly weather, the knights draped a warm blanket over her shoulders, their voices filled with concern.

“It’s too cold for Your Highness to be out here. You should go inside.” 

“Yes, Your Highness. Your nose is red from the cold.” 

At the mention of going inside, Anelope froze, her body involuntarily shuddering.

‘Inside? Back to the annex? The place where… where I did this yesterday? If I go back inside… will it happen again? Will I feel that good again?’

Her mind raced, her thoughts shifting between excitement and shame as she clutched the blanket tightly around her shoulders. 

Anelope’s mind was consumed by thoughts of the previous day. Even the mere touch of the knights escorting her to the annex was strangely suggestive. It was driving her mad. Her heart pounded in her chest and her vision swam as she fought to keep her composure.