"Alright, it's ti to head back to the city for my investigation. But before that, I need to freshen up,i sll like pussy juice," said Junior as he sniffed his body, wrinkling his nose at the lingering scent.
He pulled off his clothes and underwear, letting them drop to the floor in a heap. The cool morning air brushed against his skin as he turned toward the bathroom, ready to take his bath. Just as he was about to step inside, a soft knock echoed from the door.
"Who is there?" Junior called out, his voice sharp but curious.
Silence followed, stretching for a few seconds. Junior let out a sigh, his lips curling into a smirk. Helen must be back. "Helen, is that you?"
"Eek!" A high-pitched, nervous squeak ca from behind the door, confirming his suspicion.
"Helen, I know it's you. So, what made you co back so fast, early in the morning? Were you so horny that you couldn't stay away after just an hour?" Junior teased, his tone playful but laced with sothing darker.
"Nooo, Your Majesty," Helen stamred, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to—"
Before she could finish, Junior strode to the door and yanked it open. Helen's eyes widened in shock, her petite fra shrinking back slightly as she took in the sight of him—completely naked, standing tall and confident before her.
"Your Majesty—" she started, her voice barely above a whisper.
Junior reached out, his fingers brushing her chin as he tilted her face up to et his gaze. His voice dropped low, smooth like honey and heavy with intent. "You can always tell anything, love."
Helen flinched, taking a small step back. She couldn't believe how different Junior seed now. Last night had changed him—or maybe it had brought sothing to the surface that had always been there. Charisma radiated from him, an aura that was impossible to ignore. His presence was magnetic, pulling her in even as her instincts scread to run.
"What's the matter? Why are you running away?" Junior asked, feigning hurt as his expression softened. Don't you love anymore?"
"It's not that, Your Majesty! Helen blurted, her cheeks reddening instantly. "I love you! I just... I don't know how to react to you after we... after we..." Her words trailed off, her face burning so hot she swore smoke might start rising from her ears.
Junior chuckled, clearly enjoying her flustered state. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "Oh, Helen. Before I forget, I need a trainer."
The sudden shift in topic caught her off guard. She blinked, snapping out of her embarrassnt. "A trainer? What do you need a trainer for, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice steadier now, though her eyes avoided his.
"I felt weak last night," Junior admitted, his tone serious. "I wasn't able to help or protect you. That made feel... inadequate. So, I've decided to learn the sword. I want to be stronger—for you."
Helen's heart swelled at his words, but she shook her head quickly. "Your Majesty, I can protect you. I'm strong enough. You don't need to—"
Junior cut her off, stepping forward again. He cupped her face gently, forcing her to et his gaze. His eyes were intense, filled with determination. "I don't want to be protected by the one I love, Helen. I want to be the one who protects everyone I care about."
Before she could respond, his lips t hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, heat building between them as their breaths mingled. When they finally pulled apart, Junior's voice was calm, almost pleading. "Please, will you help with this?"
Helen looked into his eyes, seeing vulnerability there that she hadn't noticed before. His expression was almost boyish, innocent in a way that made her chest ache. She couldn't resist. "Okay... I'll help you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"That's great. Thank you, Helen," Junior said, his face lighting up with excitent as he took her hands in his, squeezing them gently.
Watching him smile made her heart flutter. "So, when do you want the training to start?" she asked.
"Today," Junior answered without hesitation. "Can you arrange that, Helen?"
"Of course. Let get the equipnt ready in the training room," she replied, nodding.
Junior frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "Wait, what do you an by 'get ready'? Aren't you the one who's going to train ?"
Helen's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing again. "Aren't I enough for you, Your Majesty?" Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Junior's expression softened, and he reached out to gently pat her head. "You'll always be my number one, Helen. Always."
Her bottom lip quivered, but she managed a small smile. "You really an that? Then... can I call you by your na?"
Junior smiled back, his hand still resting on her head. "Of course. You can call Albert."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Helen whispered, her tears finally falling as happiness overwheld her.
"Alb... Aldert," she stamred, testing the na on her tongue.
"Yes, Helen?" Junior replied, his voice warm and gentle.
Hearing him respond to her so naturally made more tears slip down her cheeks. Junior looked startled, concern flashing in his eyes. "Helen, did I say sothing wrong? Why are you crying?"
"No, Your Majesty," she said, shaking her head quickly. "I'm just... happy. I can't contain it."
She closed her eyes, tilting her face upwards expectantly. Her lips parted slightly, waiting for a kiss.
Junior couldn't help but laugh softly. "Cute," he murmured before leaning in and capturing her lips in another kiss.
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