Feeble Little Princess

"I wouldn't dare to with Astrid right in front of us," I said as I looked at the teasing glint in Lucille's eye.

She looked like she wasn't even the slightest bit alarmed with me standing so close behind her. And was even looking at me like she was trying to provoke me to do something to her.

"What would you do if Miss Astrid wasn't here with us right now?" She asked provocatively as she lightly leaned back against my chest.

"I still wouldn't do anything," I said clearly, which made her disappointed and look at me as if I was no fun.

"That's surprising... A narrow pathway that no one ever visits. A beautiful princess who's only a step away from being in your arms."

"I thought for sure that it would be enough to provoke a pervert like you."

Lucille said as she leaned on me and let me support her entire weight, while looking at me while resting her head on my shoulders, as if we were on a romantic boat date.

"It is tempting to lay my hands on a princess who has royal blood flowing through her. But the thought of me being pinned to the hard ground is more than enough to stop myself," I said as I put my hands on her waist to support her better.

Her blue eyes flinched when she felt her waist being held. But seeing that I was only lightly holding it so that she didn't put any strain on her waist, she silently allowed ignored my actions.

"Why would you be pinned to the ground? Even though I'm a princess, I still don't have any bodyguards that follow me around and attack anyone that comes near me."

She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to me, now that she didn't have to support her weight with my hands on her waist.

"Why would you need bodyguards when you yourself are enough to pin me down?" I said with a smile on my face.

"A weak little princess like me?" She looked up at me with pitiful eyes, as if she was asking if a sheltered girl like her could actually do what I said.

"Yes. A not-so-weak girl like you could definitely pin me down with her martial arts experience," I said as a matter of fact, which made Lucille look at me in surprise.

"How do you know that I practice martial arts?" Lucille stopped leaning on me and turned around to look at me, wanting to know how I found out.

"I guessed."

"On what basis?"

"With what your father taught you. If he's gone as far as to teach you how to tie people in case of emergencies, then there's no way he wouldn't teach his precious daughter to protect herself with some martial arts," I answered.

"That makes sense," Lucille held her chin as she nodded her head.

"Then how did you know that the martial arts I practice involve pinning and throwing?"

"That's more of an educated guess, as human girls who have weaker physiques than men would normally tend to focus on martial arts that use grappling and throwing their opponents using their opponents' weight against them."

"Which is why I didn't dare to lay my hands on you? But you're also quite the devil to actually provoke me to do something, so that you could kick me down and put me in a chokehold," I stared at her with a sarcastic smile on my face.

"Who cares about that? You would get a chance to lay your hands on a princess and I would get a chance to practice my chokehold on an actual person like I've wanted to for a while. We would both win in the situation," she shrugged her shoulders and didn't care that she got exposed.

"I get to feel up royalty in exchange for getting choked out in the arms of a princess... That actually doesn't sound bad," I said thoughtfully and then eyed up Lucille's body.

Lucille looked at me warily when she saw me looking at her like a hooligan and said a little nervously, as if she didn't expect me to actually consider her proposition,

"Y-You wouldn't dare, right? Getting choked out is nothing to be scoffed at. It's actually really painful."

"A little pain is nothing compared to finding out how the skin of a pampered and sheltered princess like you tastes like," I said a hooligan-like line and looked at Lucille as if I were wondering where to start.

Ahem~

But just as Lucille was opening her mouth to say something in return to my vulgar line, both of us heard Astrid cough and turned our heads to look at Astrid who was looking at us impatiently and didn't seem happy with making her witness this act of ours.

And it truly was an act, as the slightly frightened expression on Lucille's face vanished and she quickly turned around to face Astrid with a composed smile on her face, as if she was asking Astrid's forgiveness for making her witness something like that.

Both me and Lucille seemed to be on the same wavelength, as she immediately caught onto the fact that I was joking, no matter how I actually looked and spoke like a hooligan. And played along with my act until we were disturbed.

To not show even an ounce of fear in that situation, which would make most girls at least hesitate, showed that she either trusted that I wasn't that sort of person or didn't care even if I did anything, as she was confident she could pummel me in seconds.

I really hope that she just trusts me, or else I would have spent the rest of my time with her thinking whether she thinks of me as human or a potential punching bag.

After Lucille turned around and stood right in front of Astrid, I too aligned myself right behind her and announced,

"Now that we are all in our positions and all the props are ready, let us begin our small trick."

"Miss Lucille, in this trick of ours, I want you to closely look at the beaker in Astrid's hands and make sure you don't take your eyes off it, as that's where most of the magic will take place." I indicated to Lucille to look at the beaker Astrid held in both of her bound hands, which was right in front of her chest.

The way Astrid held the beaker made it look like she was praying to the Lord to fill this beaker of hers with some of my sample, which she ever so loves the taste of.

Lucille nodded her head and stared at the beaker in Astrid's hands like a hawk, carefully observing every movement.

"Now I want you to count to three whenever you're ready. And in that time, I will cover your vision using this handkerchief like this."

My hands, holding the handkerchief at parallel corners, went over her shoulders, and I pulled the handkerchief apart right in front of her head. The way I was holding it made it look like I was showcasing the pretty patterns on the handkerchief to Lucille from behind.

The handkerchief, which was a foot in front of her face, made her lose her vision and only allowed her to see Lucille's legs and covered everything above.

She could still see most of everything in the passageway. That is everything except Astrid's upper body and what was behind her.

I lifted the handkerchief like it was the screen on a projector and said,

"When you finish counting to three, I will immediately pull up the handkerchief and let you see Astrid in full."

"I'm guessing whatever 'magic' that happens will occur in that short period of time, and there will be some changes to that beaker."

Lucille asked with her eyes still on the beaker.

"It's just like you said," I said a little helpless that she was figuring out the trick on her own.

"So my objective is to find out how the changes in the beaker occur in those few seconds when Miss Astrid is bound and can't use her hands. Not to mention she doesn't have any tools on her that she can use."

"Interesting... I like this challenge," she smiled with a face full of interest, as if she was raring to find out the trick.

"Umm... The trick is meant for you to enjoy and not for you to deduce," I said with a wry smile on my face.

"But you can do whatever you see fit, since I know for sure that you won't be able to figure out how it's done."

"Let's see about that," Lucille said confidently.

"So do I just start counting down? Does Miss Astrid need any preparation?" she asked while still staring at the beaker.

"You can begin whenever you want," Astrid said and then gave a small nod at me to show that she was ready to do what I said.

I also nodded back and worded out 'Do your best' as if she was actually going to perform a magic trick which made her give a smile of reassurance, which Lucille didn't see since she was staring at the beaker.

"Whenever you're ready, Lucille... Just count to three," I whispered into Lucille's ear and lifted the handkerchief in front of her head, ready to bring it down when she starts counting.

Lucille nodded her head when she heard my words but didn't start counting and just stared at the beaker in silence. This was something I expected from Lucille as she was probably hoping to catch us off guard by stalling.

The narrow passageway was silent, and all three of us stood like statues that were frozen in time.

Lucille was staring at the beaker like it was prey that would escape if her eyes left it. While me and Astrid were staring at each other, ready to move into action when we heard numbers enter our ear.

Two waited for words to be spoken in anticipation.

And one calmly was waiting for the perfect time to catch us off guard.

It was a fierce face-off between a Royal Princess and a Jester and his beloved assistant, that ushered the court in silence.

And just when Astrid felt her nose get itchy and scrunched it, Lucille took it as an opportunity to mess up our plan and started her count.

"1..."

My hands went down before she could even finish uttering the number and sealed off her vision of Astrid's upper body.

Astrid also slightly jerked her head back up to regurgitate the sample that was stored in her rumen. And by the time she finished saying the first count, I could see Astrid's cheeks bloating up with my sample, which wasn't hindered by the handkerchief because I was taller than Lucille.

"2..."

The handkerchief screen I was holding still blocked Lucille's vision, who was trying her best to observe any kind of shadow or movement through the cloth.

While Astrid brought the beaker she was holding right in front of her chest and brought it to her mouth. She then proceeded to quickly spit out the white liquid into the beaker and filled it up halfway until her mouth was empty.

She perfectly spit my sample along the walls of the beaker so that it didn't make any noise on impact and filled it up in white matter, which looked like thick whitish-grey milk from here.

"3..."

With the last count from reveal, she quickly pulled the beaker from her mouth and back in front of her chest where it was. Her lips were slightly moist from my sample. But it wasn't really noticeable and just looked like she had a layer of lip gloss on.

Swoosh~

And by the time she finished saying the number '3', I pulled up my hand like it was a curtain in a play and let Lucille see what was before her.

The moment the curtains went up, Lucille's blue eyes darted straight to Astrid's chest where the beaker was, and she found that change had occurred like she was expecting.

What was an empty beaker before with absolutely nothing inside it which she checked, now had some white liquid that had some small bubbles floating on its surface filling half of it.

She also noticed another change, which was that Astrid's cool and collected face was now blushing slightly on her cheeks as she looked at me nervously.

I guess even though she did the trick just like I said, she was still embarrassed above the fact that someone else was deeply observing the liquid she regurgitated and spat out into the beaker she borrowed from some other class. She probably realized why I asked her to properly wash the beaker before returning it to the lab she borrowed it from by now and was even wondering if she should just give them a new one.