Chapter 30 - Macho Instructor

Junior's lips pressed against Helen's with a soft, lingering touch. She gasped faintly, her body tensing for a moment before melting into his embrace. Her hands trembled as they found their way to his chest, resting there lightly, as if afraid to hold on too tightly. Junior deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers, and Helen let out a muffled whimper, her fingers curling slightly into his skin.

The warmth between them grew, their breaths mingling as the kiss became more urgent. Junior's hand slid around the small of Helen's back, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. She felt the heat radiating from him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her cheeks burned, her mind hazy with the intensity of it all.

When they finally pulled apart, Helen's lips were swollen, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. Junior chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "You're adorable when you're flustered," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Helen blinked rapidly, trying to regain her composure. "Y-your Majesty…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Albert," he corrected gently, his tone firm but kind. "You can call me Albert."

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she nodded shyly. "Albert…" she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. It felt strange, yet intimate—something only she was allowed to say.

Junior smiled, his expression softening. "Now, about that trainer…" he began, his voice taking on a more serious edge.

Helen straightened up, her demeanor shifting instantly. "Of course, Your Majesty—I mean, Albert." She cleared her throat, her cheeks still pink. "I'll find someone suitable for you right away."

"Good," Junior said, nodding approvingly. "Make sure they're skilled, but also… approachable. I don't want someone who'll scare me off."

Helen giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'll do my best, Albert."

With that, she turned and hurried out of the room, leaving Junior standing by the door. He watched her go, a small smile playing on his lips. Once she was out of sight, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, time to get cleaned up," he muttered to himself, heading toward the bathroom.

The shower was quick but thorough, the warm water washing away the remnants of the night before. Junior scrubbed himself clean, his thoughts drifting back to Helen and the way she had looked at him earlier. There was something about her innocence that made him feel… protective. And yet, he couldn't deny the spark of desire that lingered in the air whenever they were close.

Once he was dressed and ready, Junior made his way to the training room. The corridor was quiet, the sound of his footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. When he pushed open the heavy wooden door, he found Helen waiting for him inside. She stood near the center of the room, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"Where's the instructor?" Junior asked, glancing around curiously.

Helen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze dropping to the floor. "She'll be here soon," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Junior raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Instead, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, then. We'll wait."

The seconds ticked by in silence, the tension between them palpable. Helen fidgeted, her fingers twisting together as if she were struggling to find the right words. Just as Junior was about to break the silence, the door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped inside.

Junior's eyes widened as he took in the newcomer. She was striking, her short blue hair slicked back, revealing sharp, angular features. Her muscular frame was impossible to ignore, every inch of her sculpted body exuding strength and power. Her breasts were full and firm, the veins beneath her skin faintly visible, adding to her raw, physical presence. She wore a sleeveless tunic that clung to her curves, her arms bare and rippling with muscle.

But what really caught Junior's attention was the aura she carried with her—an intense, almost intimidating confidence that filled the room the moment she entered. She moved with a deliberate grace, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor as she approached.

"This is Eira," Helen said, gesturing toward the woman. "She's one of the most skilled swordswomen in the kingdom and also my master "

"Mastee you say " said Junior

Eira stopped a few feet away from Junior, her piercing blue eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath hitch. She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before extending her hand. "The prince, I assume?" she said, her voice deep and smooth, like velvet lined with steel.

He hesitated, then reached out to shake her hand. "Yes, that's me."

Her grip was firm, almost crushing, and Junior had to resist the urge to wince. "Good," she said, releasing his hand. "Helen tells me you're looking to learn the sword."

Junior nodded, swallowing hard. "That's right. I… I want to protect the people I care about."

Eira's lips curved into a faint smirk. "Noble intentions," she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. "But noble intentions won't save you in a fight. Are you prepared to work hard?"

Junior squared his shoulders, meeting her gaze without flinching. "I am."

Eira nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Good. Then let's begin. Show me your stance."

Helen stepped back, giving them space as Junior awkwardly positioned himself in what he hoped was a passable fighting stance. Eira circled him slowly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. After a moment, she stopped in front of him and shook her head. "No. That won't do."

She stepped forward, her hands moving swiftly to adjust his posture. Her touch was firm but not harsh, her fingers pressing against his shoulders and hips to correct his alignment. Junior's breath hitched as her body brushed against his, the heat of her skin seeping through the fabric of his clothes.

"Keep your feet shoulder-width apart," Eira instructed, her voice low and commanding. "And tighten your core. You need to be steady, or you'll lose your balance."

Junior did as he was told, his heart racing as he tried to focus on her words rather than the way her body felt against his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Helen watching them intently, her expression unreadable.

Eira stepped back, her arms crossed over her chest as she assessed his new stance. "Better," she said, nodding slightly. "But we have a long way to go."

Junior couldn't help but grin. "I'm ready whenever you are."

Eira's smirk returned, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "We'll see about that." She turned to Helen, her tone softening just slightly. "You might want to step back, unless you're planning to join us."

Helen blushed furiously, shaking her head. "N-no, I'll just watch."

Eira shrugged. "Suit yourself." She turned her attention back to Junior, her expression hardening once more. "Alright, let's see what you've got. Try to strike me."