Princess Sherry’s Tale

Tol that she must have forgotten that she hadn’t even brought them in the bathroom with her.
The continuous blinking of her eyes made her feel like she was really going to faint, so she called out in a loud voice, “Tol! Tol!”

“What’s… wrong?”

A satisfactory smile hung from Sherri’s face at the voice of Tol, who answered back immediately through the door as if he were waiting right in front of it.
She wanted to play around like this more but felt like it would really be exhausting, so she just shook her head to come back to earth.

“You’re by the door, right? Grab my water and bring it in.
I think I’m going to pass out…”

“Oh…”

He seemed to have discovered the water jug, but there was no reply from him, so it was clearly interpreted that he was hesitating to enter the bathroom.
 Normally she would throw random comments at him while enjoying his reaction because this side of him was cute, but she’d become delirious.

“H-h-hurry up.
I’m really, ah!”

“…excuse me.”

Sherri couldn’t speak as much as before because she didn’t have the energy.
However, as Tol was a knight with excellent hearing, the door creaked open, and he entered hesitantly.
When he walked in precariously, trying not to lift his head toward the bathtub in the bathroom filled with steam, Sherri uttered as if she were out of breath,

“Tol, Tol.
Hurry!”

“Oh, Madam Kasheira.”

After dropping her head like a wilted leaf of spinach, she slid down from the bathtub, and the embarrassed Tol hurriedly came to her side with the water jug.
Thankfully the bathwater was murky and even dried petals were floating, obscuring the view of her naked body.

Perhaps she was this close from exhaustion, Sherri, peeping up with bright red cheeks, closed her eyes and let out a faint gasp.
Tol rushed to the urgent scene, poured water into the cup, and put it up to her lips.

When Tol was at a loss looking at the water flowing down Sherri’s lips and chin without her swallowing it, she suddenly grabbed his arm.

“I can’t drink it because I have no strength.
Tol, let me… drink from your mouth.”

Tol, appalled at her outrageous request, could barely speak.
“What? Uh, I can’t.
I could never do that!”

“Tolllllll.”

Looking at him, who had jumped back, she closed her eyes and slid a little more into the bathtub.

Then, Tol, with his face red like a tomato, pointlessly looked around while hesitating.
He then gulped water into his mouth and got closer to Sherri’s lips which were redder than usual thanks to the hot steam.
Despite going close enough to feel her breath, he didn’t touch her lips.