Who's Spiderman?

I thought she would be more reserved when she was checking since Lucille wasn't familiar with Astrid that much. But she was doing a rather professional job by thoroughly checking Astrid and seemed to be determined to find anything that could help us with our trick.

While Lucille was checking Astrid with a solemn look on her face, Astrid herself didn't seem to mind and just calmly stood there as she got patted down.

When Lucille finished checking Astrid's arms and legs, which she lightly patted down, all that was left was her torso.

Normally, one would check another by going from top to bottom all the way down to their feet. But Lucille ignored Astrid's upper body after checking her arms and bent down to continue with her lower body.

This was obviously because of the pressure Astrid's chest emitted, which made her hesitate and look at her chest warily as if she was looking at a mighty obstacle.

After looking at Astrid and seeing that she had no objections, Lucille put her weird thoughts away and started to lightly touch Astrid's chest, which was bulging out from her lab coat.

*Bounce~*

She first patted it and was shocked to find that her hands bounced back when they made contact, which made Lucille look at Astrid's chest in wonder.

Astrid also saw this sight and couldn't help but slightly blush, unable to hide her embarrassment from having such an amazing pair of breasts.

"Ahem..."

My cough woke up Lucille from her daze, and she, too, seemed to be flustered after getting mesmerized by her chest, even though she also had a pair as well.

This time, instead of patting, she used the tips of her fingers to roam around the globes in front of her and quickly made her way around the large surface area of her chest. She didn't apply much pressure and only lightly touched the outline of her lab coat, almost as if she was afraid Astrid's chest would fight back and push her hand away if she applied any more pressure.

After checking her chest, abdomen, and back, which she had to go behind to check, since she couldn't wrap her arms around Astrid who had her chest in the way acting as an obstacle, she was finally finished with her check.

As she took a step back, she looked at her hands, which were open wide in the outline of Astrid's hands, and then looked at her chest, which was quite decent, and let out a sigh of dejection, agreeing to her inevitable loss.

"Are you sure that you've checked her enough? If it were me, I would do a double take, just to feel that bounciness once again?" I joked so that she wouldn't feel depressed over the difference in chest size.

"Not everyone is a creep like you," she looked at me harshly.

"And how do you even know that they were bouncy? You're acting like you've checked her yourself."

Lucille admitted that Astrid's breasts were amazing to touch right in front of her.

I don't know if it's because she felt a bond with Astrid after feeling her up or because of her straightforward personality. But she didn't treat Astrid like a stranger and openly talked in front of her, even though Astrid looked a little embarrassed when she saw two people talking about her chest.

"Why can't I have checked it myself? You're acting like I have absolutely no chance with her," I asked directly.

"You, a perverted fiend? Having a chance with a beautiful girl like her that makes everyone's head turn when she walks by? Not in a million years," she sneered at me with obvious mockery written all over her face.

But then all of a sudden, her face froze as if she recalled something that made her take back her words.

From the way she was looking at me and Astrid with a perturbed look on her face, I could guess that she probably recalled the scene of me and Astrid hugging just a minute ago, which instantly made what she said invalid.

She was looking at us as if she was wondering how that situation even came to be, when I've just met Astrid today and how Astrid even allowed me to hug her when she was leagues above me in every aspect.

"Well, never mind that and continue on with the trick. Don't try to distract me with these questions of yours," Lucille said, not willing to accept that she had suffered a loss.

I shook my head and chuckled at her childish behavior. I then took out the handkerchief from my pocket and handed it over to Lucille.

"What do I do with this?" Lucille picked up the folded handkerchief that was rather big.

"Now that you've checked Astrid for any anomalies, it's time to tie her hands together to restrain her for the next part of the trick."

"I know your highness wouldn't be satisfied if I did it myself, so I would like you to do it yourself and tie her wrists together and make sure that Astrid can't pull them apart."

Astrid held out her hands together right in front of her so that they could get tied together like she's in handcuffs.

"You wouldn't mind if I tie it really tight?" Lucille inquired as she pulled apart the handkerchief and spun it around at the ends to make a rope-like cloth.

"You can tie it as tight as you want, as long as she's able to hold a single object in her hands even with her hands tied."

"Got it," she smiled confidently.

I didn't understand why Lucille looked so confident and excited to tie someone up and thought that she was actually a pervert who got turned on when tying people up.

But I soon found out the answer when I saw Lucille tie Astrid's hands together in a very specific method, using a special knot that made it nearly impossible for the person who was getting tied to free themselves. Unless that person had monstrous strength enough to tear open the rope, they would have to stay tied up until someone else undoes it for them.

And the fact that she was using that specific knot with such a short fabric and perfectly tying Astrid up was really commendable.

"Who taught you to tie someone else like that? It's quite impressive."

"Oh. So you also know the effectiveness of this method. That's surprising," she said with a look of surprise in her eyes as she finished up the knot and left Astrid looking like a prisoner with her hands tied in front of her.

"It's really a cool method, right, that allows one to bind another without even needing much rope and just a handkerchief. My father taught it to me."

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"She said with her nose held high, as if she felt very proud of her father.

"Is your father a kidnapper or a robber?" My question made her look at me twice.

"Why would a member of the royal family be a kidnapper?" She said, looking a little vexed that I indirectly insulted the father she was so proud of.

"I mean, who else would know about such a tying method that was made to bind people with a little amount of fabric, in a short period of time other than a kidnapper who needs to stop his victim from moving around?"

"The person who catches such a heinous kidnapper, of course!" She answered my question.

"Oh. So your father is a police officer?" I realized what her father's occupation was.

"Who else would catch robbers and kidnappers on the street and lock them up?" She said as a matter of fact.

"I don't know... Spiderman," I said, the first thing that popped into my mind when I thought of someone other than the police catching criminals.

"Spiderman?" Lucille looked at me weirdly. "Why are you bringing the men of the Arachnid race into this?"

"Oh, right. I guess it would be impossible for you to know about him," I said with a wry smile.

My joke didn't go through her, not because she didn't find it funny, but because we belong to two different worlds, which was funny in its own way.

"Who is he?" Lucille asked curiously.

"He's someone famous back in my hometown who's known for fighting crime."

I said, thinking about the web-slinging vigilante that swung from the buildings of a faraway place called New York.

"Really? Tell me more about him," Lucille's eyes lit up when I mentioned he fought crime.

"I'll tell you later."

"I want to know too... About that Spiderman and also the hometown you mentioned," Astrid said with a cool expression on her face, even though she was tied up.

I gave a smile, looking at how eager she looked to know more about me and where I came from, and found it very cute.

She seemed to have realized that I found out that she was more interested in my hometown rather than that spider vigilante I mentioned and looked away, a little embarrassed from being caught.

"You better not forget it. That Arachnid man you mentioned seems like an interesting character," she misunderstood what I said and thought I was talking about someone from the Arachnae Race.

"Fine. But in exchange, I would like to ask for your handkerchief for the trick, since I've already used mine to bind Astrid."

I said as I went to Astrid's side and put the glass beaker she gave me earlier and put it in both the palms of her hands and only let go until I confirmed she held onto it firmly even with both her hands tied.

I then turned to look at Lucille and said while looking at her skirt with a smile on my face.

"It's fine if you don't have a handkerchief. Any small fabric would be fine... For example, even the underwear you're wearing now. You could just go over to the corner and remove it and give it to-"

Puff~

A folded white handkerchief flew out of nowhere and hit me right in the face.

As I caught the handkerchief that slipped off my face, I saw Lucille holding onto her phone like a baseball, as if she wouldn't hesitate to throw it at my face just like her handkerchief if I continued.

I didn't want to risk breaking my nose, so I immediately shut my mouth and didn't dare provoke the feisty princess in front of me.

While I was checking if the white handkerchief with flowers embroidered on it was clean or not, Lucille went over to Astrid and started to carefully look at the glass beaker in Astrid's hands to see if there was anything special about it.

And after asking Astrid if she could take a look at it, she pulled it out of Astrid's hands and started to inspect it by putting her fingers in and rubbing it against the glass wall. And tapped it against the walls to see if there was anything suspicious about it.

After thoroughly checking it out of her own volition and finding that there was nothing wrong with it, she placed the beaker back into Astrid's hand just like she found it.

Before she could move back to where she was standing, I gestured for Lucille to move a little backwards and stand right in front of Astrid with just a meter of distance between them.

She obliged with what I said, knowing that it's for the trick and stood directly in front of Astrid, a little more than an arm's reach away from her.

Because of the height difference between them, it looked quite funny to see, as Lucille looked like a tyrant princess who was looking up to Astrid, who looked like a prisoner with her hands tied.

They both had calm expressions on their faces and looked like they were having a showdown, as they stared at one another.

I interrupted their showdown by going behind Lucille and directly stood right behind. We were so close together that there were only a few inches between us, and Lucille could feel my breath down her slender neck.

"What are you doing behind me? Are you thinking of doing something weird from behind there?" She turned her head and looked at me from the corner of her eye and asked with her lips slightly curled up.