Two days had passed since Hersion’s visit. He didn’t come yesterday, so would he come today? 

As soon as Meriel opened the shop, she yawned long and waited for Hersion. She’d stayed up reading novels until 4 AM last night, so her body felt stiff from lack of sleep.

“I’m heading out.”

“Be careful.”

Luna left the shop early in the morning to meet the blacksmith. They’d received the good news that the famous sword they’d commissioned had finally been completed after three months. 

Last time, Meriel had gone to pick up a sword, so they’d decided to take turns—this time Luna would go.

After Luna left, Meriel was alone. Not a single customer visited until noon. Bored, Meriel just waited for Hersion to come.

“Will he not come today?”

For the umpteenth time, Meriel stared endlessly at the clock on the wall.

She didn’t even notice the intimidating display of various weapons lined up in front of her. The weapons she needed to sell to customers had long since left her attention.

Meriel’s interest focused only on the clock and the shop’s front door. She kept waiting for someone. What time would he come? When would he suddenly appear and open that entrance door?

The handsome, large-framed man she’d seen two days ago kept lingering in her mind.

“It’s about time for him to come, isn’t it?”

Meriel’s gaze turned to the front again. The front door that naturally caught her eye whenever she looked forward. Wouldn’t he open that door and visit sometime today?

The uncommonly large, handsome man had caught her eye more than any customer she’d ever seen. Meeting her ideal man in reality felt so surreal she could barely believe she was awake.

‘He forgot and left one sword behind, so he’ll probably come today.’

The man who’d purchased two swords, finished paying, but left one behind in his rush. The Royal Knight Commander named Hersion.

‘When will he come?’

Meriel propped her chin crookedly and shifted her gaze toward the sword the large man had left behind. She deliberately kept it in front of her so she could give it to him immediately whenever he came. Seeing the heavy sword, Hersion’s image filled Meriel’s mind again.

Unable to wait any longer, Meriel forgot about lunchtime and opened an *rotic novel. She was curious about what came next in the novel she’d been reading last night. What kind of s*x scene would appear next?

With business slow, Meriel kept her eyes glued to the book. As she continued reading the explicit passages, Hersion strangely came to mind again. That Flower Knight who had nothing to do with the male protagonist in the novel.

“Why do I keep thinking about him!”

Meriel shook her head to dispel Hersion’s phantom from her mind. But no matter how much she shook and nodded her head in a fuss, he only seemed to look at her more clearly.

The joy of finding her ideal man and the disappointment about the realistic circumstances that prevented her from approaching him tangled in her mind. 

Of all knights, he had to be the Royal Knight Commander. At the tremendous gap in their circumstances, Meriel bit her lip, denying reality. 

But what good would biting her lip do? It would only make blood flow.

‘Wait, if I can’t dare approach him in reality?’

A method occurred to her. An alternative that would let her satisfy herself alone without affecting Knight Commander Hersion at all.

Meriel imagined the scene she’d seen in the book and immediately inserted a bookmark. The bookmark made of worn leather about a hand’s width slipped neatly between the pages. Meriel closed the book and glanced around the shop. 

Were there any customers suddenly visiting?

It remained quiet. Looking outside, she could barely see even one or two people passing by. 

Weekday noon at 12:30 was truly idle. Today was strangely desolate even for late autumn, so the crowds were sparse.

‘He won’t come anyway.’

Meriel shrugged and muttered to herself, ‘Whatever happens, happens.’ 

She picked up the novel she’d set down on the display case, looked around once more to check for any signs of people, confirmed the quiet situation, and left her spot.

Meriel entered the room on the right side of the display case. Upon entering, she saw a cramped space of about one pyeong. It was a resting place for brief naps. Stopping there, Meriel hesitated about whether to just go up to her room on the second floor.

The conflict didn’t last long. She naturally didn’t want to experience the misfortune of a customer suddenly arriving and falling down the stairs in a rush from the second floor. She couldn’t predict whether she’d fall, slip, or come down safely.

“Ha!”

Meriel let out a short exclamation and closed the sliding door that led to the display case. She closed it hastily, not noticing that the recoil left a gap about the width of an adult’s index finger. 

Meriel, who’d come inside, positioned herself in the middle of the space and tossed the novel down. Planning to finish quickly, she quietly lifted her skirt.

The loose skirt rose helplessly under her firm grip. Meriel expertly pulled the hem of her skirt up to just below her neck, above her top. 

Then with her other hand, she pulled the end of her top to create space and stuffed the skirt hem inside up to her cleavage. Having done this position many times, all the steps proceeded smoothly.

Finally, both hands were free. Meriel brought her hand to the split opening above her underwear. 

Though she couldn’t see below because of her skirt, her experience allowed her to skillfully find her v*lva.

“Hah, mmh.”

Moisture appeared in that dry place. As she slowly moved back and forth along the cleft, her fl*ids were absorbed into her underwear and soon wetted Meriel’s fingers too. Meriel thought of Hersion and gradually increased the speed of her hand movements.

“Her, Hersion, Knight Commander.”

Every moment she circled around her cl*toris, pleasure bloomed and Meriel called out Hersion’s name in a voice heavy with m*ans. She imagined his expression seemingly smiling at her.

He’d remained expressionless from purchasing the swords until paying, but she liked that look too. But imagination had no limits. 

She naturally pictured his face giving her a proper smile. Recalling her wishful thoughts freely, Meriel quickly increased to four fingers tormenting her v*lva.

Her underwear, already full of moisture, became tattered. Even so, Hersion didn’t leave Meriel’s mind but rather seemed to reflect his form even more vividly.

“Haah, Knight, Commander.”

Unable to hold back, Meriel removed her underwear. When the limp fabric slid past her ankles and landed carelessly on top of her feet, she lifted her foot and stepped forward. Her underwear then lay in a pitiful form on the floor behind Meriel. Meriel continued her actions regardless.

She rubbed her fingers against the flowing fl*ids. With the obstructive fabric that had covered her l*bia gone, she could hear the explicit squelching sounds.

They did it like this in novels. Meriel recalled scenes where the female protagonist masturbated or the male protagonist caressed the female protagonist. Imagining Hersion doing this to her made her excitement soar even higher.

As pleasure filled her mind, Meriel couldn’t contain her arousal and brought her other hand to her chest.

“Ahh, why… aren’t you coming? You should, hah, come get your sword.”

I want to see your face soon. Meriel moved back and forth between both br*asts with one hand. Her movements, pressing and kneading, grew increasingly rough.

She’d originally planned to go gently, but overcome with excitement, her hand movements unintentionally became fierce. At the same time, the other hand toying between her legs had fl*ids soaking deep into her skin, making her fingers swell.

She’d planned to do just a little and go back to the display case. That had been her intention before coming in here. But l*st paralyzed reason. M*sturbating while thinking of Hersion made her forget the passing time.

Meriel experienced cl*max after cl*max, her vision flickering. Imagining Hersion taming her p*ssy and slightly inserting his finger into her hole, she tried putting her finger in the opening.

“Ah!”

Though her finger had gone in and out many times before, it still hurt a bit. Meriel imagined her finger was Hersion’s, bit her teeth, and pushed her finger in deeper.

When her middle finger disappeared halfway into her hole, she suddenly heard signs of someone outside. Was it Luna? 

Meriel realized it was time for her to return. Well, Luna had seen her doing this more than once or twice, so it didn’t matter whether she saw or not.

“Is anyone here?”

Meriel didn’t properly hear Hersion calling out quietly. That was because, intoxicated by her own m*ans and pleasure, his voice sounded like a hallucination. It sounded exactly like he was caressing her while speaking, confusing her mind.

“Ah, not, not there, ah, yes, there, hah, mmh.”

“……”

Hersion ended up hearing Meriel’s moaning sounds. Though slightly flustered, he calmly gestured to Vice Commander Mateo and the members behind him to go outside the shop.

“Hah, ugh.”

Hersion dismissed it as the weapons shop owner doing something important. Even he, with no experience with women, fully recognized what this situation was.

Though the embarrassing m*ans continued to *ssault his ears, Hersion calmly pondered. Should he leave a note saying he’d taken the sword?

His hesitation didn’t last long. A startling situation unfolded next.

“Her, Hersion, Knight Commander, hah, sir……”

“……!”

When his name came from the woman’s lips, Hersion quickly lost his composure. Bewilderment spread. 

He was so unpopular that no woman had ever called his name, yet this woman—presumably the owner of this small weapons shop—was calling him. The entire situation felt unreal.

A-anyway, he had to leave. This was her private matter, and staying any longer would become extremely awkward.