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Back when I was pumping stories out relentlessly like a black teenage couple. There was one that I deleted after two chapters because the concept was weaker than modern day masculanity. So here's the thing, it called Cotton Swab Hero or sumthin i don't remeber tbh but it's about a character who's really into cotton swabs or q-tips and got them over the isekai world with him then somehow someway make it a weapon and gets insanely lucky and get girls yes it's an isekai and some-what self insert don't judge me pls
I wrote this after reading the OPM chapter where King and Atomic Samurai met, if you know you know.
Context: Hero summoned to the otherword, first love interest aka princess don't like him so challenge yet gets owned first thing first chapter lol
Feel free to- like, use it, copy it and throw somewhere idk, I don't want it to waste but don't want to put another story on my shoulders rn.
Wow, reading back it's kinda not that bad tbh
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Chapter 2
“My name is Violet Neurale Noldendes, daughter of King Vopin Neurale Noldendes V! I hereby challenge Evimon’s destined hero, Luoir Marquina to an honor scrimmage, wooden swords.”
“Uh… What’s that?”
...
Honor scrimmage, just as the name suggested, a honor duel between royal members. The challenger can choose the type of weapon used in the scrimmage, the one who loses will have their fate gripped by the winner.
“The rules are simple, whoever gets disarmed out of their sword first, loses.” Violet gets into a guard stance. With her eyes panning all over Luoir’s body, calculating his every step.
The two are standing in the middle of the throne room, under Vopin and Vannie’s eyes and judgement. Whoever makes the first move will decide the fate of the battle.
thump thump
With his heart racing, Luoir is trying to hold onto his thoughts, the only reason why he accepted to help them defeat the demon lord is to find a way to get back home. Why must he fight? He never fought anyone, especially a woman.
“Can you see that?” A guard touched another guard’s shoulder, pointing at Luoir.
“He’s full of openings, miss Violet could just throw her sword at him and she’d win.”
Violet overheard this conversation, glared at the two for a moment.
‘It sure looks like he’s full of openings… But he’s quaking a bit, under his skin must be a mass of blood lust, he’s hiding his true self.’ She thought.
King Vopin, not a novice of swords, notices this too.
‘If Violet were to get ballsy, there’s an eighty percent chance she’ll get disarmed in a storm of severe counter attacks before we could blink. This man can make fire without anyone noticing. After all, Violet won’t make a move first.’ He thought as he nervously leaned forward a bit on the throne.
…Meanwhile
‘I’m so scared, I’m so scared, it’s a wooden sword but I never fought someone before, please save me, if I bow down and surrender now will they forgive me? The worst case scenario they’ll beat me up, but that’s better than getting hit on the head with a blunt sword right!’
Luoir completely forgot the rule about disarming, he thought he would get beat until he’s unconscious. Now he’s shaking and doesn’t even care about his footing, his stance or how he holds his sword, he now looks like a twelve years old finding a tree branch outdoors and using it as a sword to fight his childhood friend. If Violet were to walk forward 2 steps, he might drop his sword.
‘Let’s take… a deep breath.’ He thought.
“Huh?” Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows as Luoir begin to change his sword stance.
He raised his sword to his right side — eye level, he moved his left foot back a bit and his right foot forward.
“Is that supposed to be the Posta di Finestra stance?” Violet squinted a bit, asking while staring Luoir up or down. As far as she knows, his pose and footing is completely wrong.
‘How am I supposed to know! People in anime do this!’ He thought, unable to make it into words.
Now that both fighters had gone into stance. Violet then has a moment to think about how she should approach this fight.
‘I got zero information on his sword wielding abilities, yet he’s doing a completely random pose that I don’t know. Judging by how his sword is aimed, it’s a thrust attack. Now a thrust attack isn’t optimal for a fight where you need to disarm people, I can’t be too sure — but if I were to approach him, he would have an easy time landing downwards diagonal cut, which will break my hips, disabling my ability to swing for two seconds, and that’s enough to disarm me. But If I were to block that and slide my sword across, I can hit his wrist and make him drop the sword. But can I?’ Violet thought, her hands gripped tight on the sword handle as she began focusing on her breath.
‘She’s so going to beat me to death, please have bandages.’ Luoir thought as his leg began to get numb.
"Violet, remember what you learn!" King Vopin called out when he saw Violet began to hesitate.
Violet heard that, shook her ears a bit — she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Her swordsmanship master is the legendary swordsman Viktor. And she specifically remembers one thing from him.
…
This was like 6 years ago, Violet was around her late teenage years.
“Vi, look over here.” Viktor taps a wooden longsword on Violet’s head while she’s distracted looking at a butterfly going by.
Viktor’s a tall male with tan skin, he’s not buff and scary or anything but there’s a big scar on his face, going from his left eye to his mouth. He’s wearing a big leather cape, enough to cover most of his clothing.
“Mister Viktor, what are we doing today? Please not be sta-”
“Stance.”
“But, it’s been half a month, all I did was hold a sword while standing! How is it going to help me and my swordsmanship?”
trip
thud
“Ouch!”
With just one slight swift kick across Violet’s foot, she immediately tripped and fell on the grass below.
“That’s your reason, now start acting like an unmovable pole, and deflect my attacks.”
“You did that out of surprise! If I were to fight and set up a stance, I would know when the enemy’s striking.” Violet, not taking any of this, began chewing out her master. “If stance matters so much, why can’t I beat you even though you’re fighting with one hand and staying completely care-free?”
“If you don’t know you’re not ready, I will not go easy on you.”
Viktor threw his wooden sword towards Violet and picked up another one. Before she could get in pose, Viktor already dashed in and started storming her with loads of non-lethal attacks. Violet got scared and tried to back away while defending herself.
“Don’t close your eyes, I’m still in front of you, this isn’t a bedtime story!”
Violet took note of that, tried her best to open her eyes wide and stare at Viktor’s sword slashes — his hand movement was so fast she couldn’t even take a glance at his face. She still closes her eyes after all, whenever his sword swings by her face.
“Remember this: If someone doesn’t get into a reasonable pose, they either don’t know what the heck they’re doing, or they know too damn well about what they’re doing. Chances are it’s the latter and they’ll easily defeat you in one strike.”
To demonstrate his words, he gives a blow on Violet’s right hand, disarming her and causing a small red bruise that lasted for weeks.
… Snap back to reality, ̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶i̶t̶y̶.
‘If someone doesn’t get into a reasonable pose, they either don’t know what the heck they’re doing, or they know too damn well about what they’re doing. Chances are it’s the latter and they’ll easily defeat you in one strike…’ Violet thought as she leaned forward a bit towards Luoir — sweating. ‘What are the chances he’s the former? Why am I so fearful of someone who looks so average!’
‘Oh god, this staring stand-off battle has been going on for like ten minutes, please end this, just hit my face so I can fake being unconscious please. I can’t feel my legs nor my arms!’ Luoir thought as he’s crying inside.
“We can stop.” Queen Vannie said, intervening in the fight.
Both Violet and Luoir took a moment to realize that, they both then sigh in relief. Kneeling down to the floor.
She walked up and intimately patted Violet’s head, signifiling “you did well”, in reply Violet quietly smiled. Queen Vannie then walked over to Luoir.
“You’ve proven yourself to be a fighter and may or may have not outskilled my daughter, mister Marquina.” She tenderly smiles, looking at Luoir’s confused eyes up and down like a mother finding her long lost kid.
“Let’s oversee this, you both did good, we’ll get you on your journey, hero. How about three days from now?”
“Mom, I’m still not convinced! Yes he may be good with his sword and psychology games, but how do we know he’s enough to save us? He barely even touches me.”
Queen Vannie tilted her head a bit, with her hand on her mouth trying to think of something; she looked back over at Luoir.
“How about this?” She thought, looking at Violet again.
…
Luoir is in front of the throne again, with the whole place’s attention on him — guards, maids, chefs, Vopin, Vannie,... On his hand is a real, sharp shiny iron sword. In front of him is a tube of butter, put on a plate. Violet who is on the opposite side of the butter, also has a real sword.
Demonstrating her intentions, Violet immediately unsheathes her sword and slices the butter in half perfectly in one swift motion. Miss Vannie then speaks:
“Under the eyes of everyone in the Evimon’s kingdom, they will judge the scales of your determination on the blade, your speed, motions and strength. All you have to do is cut butter with a sword.”
After she said all of that, two maids came in — one taking the old butter tube out and one putting a new plate of butter in for Luoir’s turn.
‘Please just let me get some sleep, maybe even the barn or a wolf den.’ Luoir rapidly nods.
He kneels down a bit to get closer to the plate of butter; puts both of his hands on the handle and stares at the butter confidently to assert dominance.
... One
Two…
Five minutes have passed, he can’t move his sword. The moment he put the sword down, he had to slice the butter, in which he can’t do as fast or as strong as Violet did.
Total silence filled the room, with everyone glaring at him and sweating.
clank, clank…
thud
He dropped his sword to the ground, sat down on the floor and passed out sleeping. It’s one of his signature abilities, to sleep sitting.
“Y...You catch that right?” King Vopin sweats nervously in fear. In response Violet nods.
“Flash… No, light speed — his sword move was so fast even the eyes of a human, known to catch any glimpses of anything cannot follow along, and the butter…” She swallowed her saliva, and didn't say anything more. But her dad continues on.
“The atoms, cells or monocles of the thing rejoined perfectly, or should I say, he dodged it, cutting the butter so smooth, it doesn't know it died. From just that move, he didn’t break any sweat, he didn’t bleed, he just got tired and sat down. Is he even tired? Or is he mocking us?”
The guards, queen Vannie and the maids overheard the conversation — looked at them both, then look at Luoir in a “the fuck?” expression. But then convinced that what they’re saying is true. I mean — how can you discard a king and one of the kingdom’s greatest swordsmen, also the princess’s words?
'If I were to display such skills, I too, would be speechless and sat down' Violet wiped off her sweats.
"Are you convinced now, Violet?" King Vopin asked.
Violet, having no way to answer that question, simply bow her head down a bit and walk towards Luoir.
“I’m sorry, Luoir Marquina — I doubted your ability, may the gods be with you, and may you help Evimon from turning upside down. I am now ready for my fate.” She kneeled down in front of Luoir, staring at him.
… Luoir said nothing.
… Minutes have passed.
“Are they going to stare at each other for ten minutes again?” A maid whispers.
“Uh… Are you mad at me?” Violet awkwardly rubs her hair, then taps on Luoir’s shoulder.
“snore…”
…
Violet quietly walks upstairs with a tender smile — on the third floor balcony she watches as birds fly by, wind breezing through her smooth hair, fresh air filled her lungs with love and life, she leaned on the balcony and shook her hand; life’s truly beautiful. She then took a deep breath:
“ARGHHH! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP ON ME IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCRIMMAGE? I KNOW I LOST BUT, THAT AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT!”
She slams on the balcony fence, stomping her foot down and continuously screaming. Some giggles can be heard from the maids watching in the distance.
…
Night falls, pockets and gleams of the moon shine through the uncovered window, wolf howls and cricket chirps are the only things audible in the shallow empty darkness.
It’s just another quiet night, which will pass shortly.
"knock knock"
Sitting on her bed and combing her hair after a shower; princess Violet heard someone knock on her door.
"Who's there?" She asked as she put down the comb.
"It's me." A familiar young male voice answered. Violet immediately recognized who that is. She sighed out of pent-up frustration.
"Come in, Luoir." She sat quietly, staring at the door.
“Um… Hi Violet, I just wanted to come to apologize and show appreciation for what happened.” Luoir said, as the only thing he remembered was waking up to see king Vopin clapping and informing him of the fact that Violet surrendered. So he assumed Violet did that out of pittiness.
“One day, just one day, maybe our skills will be matched.” Violet gripped her hands tight, as she signaled Luoir to sit down next to her on bed.
Luoir sat down and immediately felt how good this is, a premium luxury bed, “it’s so soft, like a marshmallow!” Luoir thought; he almost leaned back to rest on it but thought about manners first.
“Thank you.” Luoir said, thinking it meant Violet thought that he had a potential in swordsmanship.
They both quietly sat still and dangled their feet a bit. Taking a quick glance at one another, trying not to make eye contact doing so.
“Um… You want to try some q-tips?” Luoir broke the ice and brang out 5 swabs of q-tips.
Violet, who is confused, backed up a bit.
‘Is that my fate he chose?’ She thought.
The honor scrimmage is like what the name suggests: honor. Whoever loses basically gave up their honor for the winner, and will do at least one thing as the winner pleased.
“S...sure, please don’t break my eardrum or stab my brain.” She cowered back a bit.
“What, no! I won’t hurt, it’s just cotton.”
‘Oh god he’s going to kill me in one stab, I should’ve told my parents I love them.’
…
As she put her head on Luoir’s lap and turned side-way for him to see her right ear. Violet began breathing heavily, this is the first time a male has ever gotten this close to her. Is she really lying in a man’s lap right now? Violet began to blush heavily to the point her face was brighter than the candle litting up the room.
“Are you okay? You’re so hot, just relax.” Luoir got worried when he noticed that happened. He slowly moved all of Violet’s hair behind her ears and checked her forehead temperature, it’s very high.
“Don’t… don’t say that.” Violet began to get nervous, she thought “hot” meant that Luoir was complimenting her about how pretty she is — make you wonder if she’s a self-attachment kind of person. She then took some deep breaths and relaxed her body a bit just like he suggested.
Luoir slowly took one swab of q-tips and rubbed it against Violet’s outer ear, cleaning everything he sees on the way.
‘That isn’t… bad at all, it’s like a massage!’ Violet thought as worries flew off her mind; she then closed her eyes.
But without a warning, Luoir carefreely put the swab inside the ear canal and started fumbling inside Violet’s ear — rubbing against the surfaces.
“W-Wha, wait I’m not ready, ah~” While still keeping her head on Luoir’s lap, she stretched her legs and began kicking the air in excitement and denial — goosebumps sent shivers down her spines and toes, she can’t stop shaking from this unfamiliar yet lovely feeling. Violet realises it’s the first time she ever let out a somewhat moan, especially in front of a non-familiar guy.
‘I completely lost, swordsmanship nor endurance, ah~ um… This man is… AH! That felt incredible…’
That night, Violet fainted away on Luoir’s lap, Luoir can’t help but put her to sleep, cover her with a blanket and sneak back to his room. Because bro's a chad (the last part was edited)
I wrote this after reading the OPM chapter where King and Atomic Samurai met, if you know you know.
Context: Hero summoned to the otherword, first love interest aka princess don't like him so challenge yet gets owned first thing first chapter lol
Feel free to- like, use it, copy it and throw somewhere idk, I don't want it to waste but don't want to put another story on my shoulders rn.
Wow, reading back it's kinda not that bad tbh
---
Chapter 2
“My name is Violet Neurale Noldendes, daughter of King Vopin Neurale Noldendes V! I hereby challenge Evimon’s destined hero, Luoir Marquina to an honor scrimmage, wooden swords.”
“Uh… What’s that?”
...
Honor scrimmage, just as the name suggested, a honor duel between royal members. The challenger can choose the type of weapon used in the scrimmage, the one who loses will have their fate gripped by the winner.
“The rules are simple, whoever gets disarmed out of their sword first, loses.” Violet gets into a guard stance. With her eyes panning all over Luoir’s body, calculating his every step.
The two are standing in the middle of the throne room, under Vopin and Vannie’s eyes and judgement. Whoever makes the first move will decide the fate of the battle.
thump thump
With his heart racing, Luoir is trying to hold onto his thoughts, the only reason why he accepted to help them defeat the demon lord is to find a way to get back home. Why must he fight? He never fought anyone, especially a woman.
“Can you see that?” A guard touched another guard’s shoulder, pointing at Luoir.
“He’s full of openings, miss Violet could just throw her sword at him and she’d win.”
Violet overheard this conversation, glared at the two for a moment.
‘It sure looks like he’s full of openings… But he’s quaking a bit, under his skin must be a mass of blood lust, he’s hiding his true self.’ She thought.
King Vopin, not a novice of swords, notices this too.
‘If Violet were to get ballsy, there’s an eighty percent chance she’ll get disarmed in a storm of severe counter attacks before we could blink. This man can make fire without anyone noticing. After all, Violet won’t make a move first.’ He thought as he nervously leaned forward a bit on the throne.
…Meanwhile
‘I’m so scared, I’m so scared, it’s a wooden sword but I never fought someone before, please save me, if I bow down and surrender now will they forgive me? The worst case scenario they’ll beat me up, but that’s better than getting hit on the head with a blunt sword right!’
Luoir completely forgot the rule about disarming, he thought he would get beat until he’s unconscious. Now he’s shaking and doesn’t even care about his footing, his stance or how he holds his sword, he now looks like a twelve years old finding a tree branch outdoors and using it as a sword to fight his childhood friend. If Violet were to walk forward 2 steps, he might drop his sword.
‘Let’s take… a deep breath.’ He thought.
“Huh?” Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows as Luoir begin to change his sword stance.
He raised his sword to his right side — eye level, he moved his left foot back a bit and his right foot forward.
“Is that supposed to be the Posta di Finestra stance?” Violet squinted a bit, asking while staring Luoir up or down. As far as she knows, his pose and footing is completely wrong.
‘How am I supposed to know! People in anime do this!’ He thought, unable to make it into words.
Now that both fighters had gone into stance. Violet then has a moment to think about how she should approach this fight.
‘I got zero information on his sword wielding abilities, yet he’s doing a completely random pose that I don’t know. Judging by how his sword is aimed, it’s a thrust attack. Now a thrust attack isn’t optimal for a fight where you need to disarm people, I can’t be too sure — but if I were to approach him, he would have an easy time landing downwards diagonal cut, which will break my hips, disabling my ability to swing for two seconds, and that’s enough to disarm me. But If I were to block that and slide my sword across, I can hit his wrist and make him drop the sword. But can I?’ Violet thought, her hands gripped tight on the sword handle as she began focusing on her breath.
‘She’s so going to beat me to death, please have bandages.’ Luoir thought as his leg began to get numb.
"Violet, remember what you learn!" King Vopin called out when he saw Violet began to hesitate.
Violet heard that, shook her ears a bit — she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Her swordsmanship master is the legendary swordsman Viktor. And she specifically remembers one thing from him.
…
This was like 6 years ago, Violet was around her late teenage years.
“Vi, look over here.” Viktor taps a wooden longsword on Violet’s head while she’s distracted looking at a butterfly going by.
Viktor’s a tall male with tan skin, he’s not buff and scary or anything but there’s a big scar on his face, going from his left eye to his mouth. He’s wearing a big leather cape, enough to cover most of his clothing.
“Mister Viktor, what are we doing today? Please not be sta-”
“Stance.”
“But, it’s been half a month, all I did was hold a sword while standing! How is it going to help me and my swordsmanship?”
trip
thud
“Ouch!”
With just one slight swift kick across Violet’s foot, she immediately tripped and fell on the grass below.
“That’s your reason, now start acting like an unmovable pole, and deflect my attacks.”
“You did that out of surprise! If I were to fight and set up a stance, I would know when the enemy’s striking.” Violet, not taking any of this, began chewing out her master. “If stance matters so much, why can’t I beat you even though you’re fighting with one hand and staying completely care-free?”
“If you don’t know you’re not ready, I will not go easy on you.”
Viktor threw his wooden sword towards Violet and picked up another one. Before she could get in pose, Viktor already dashed in and started storming her with loads of non-lethal attacks. Violet got scared and tried to back away while defending herself.
“Don’t close your eyes, I’m still in front of you, this isn’t a bedtime story!”
Violet took note of that, tried her best to open her eyes wide and stare at Viktor’s sword slashes — his hand movement was so fast she couldn’t even take a glance at his face. She still closes her eyes after all, whenever his sword swings by her face.
“Remember this: If someone doesn’t get into a reasonable pose, they either don’t know what the heck they’re doing, or they know too damn well about what they’re doing. Chances are it’s the latter and they’ll easily defeat you in one strike.”
To demonstrate his words, he gives a blow on Violet’s right hand, disarming her and causing a small red bruise that lasted for weeks.
… Snap back to reality, ̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶i̶t̶y̶.
‘If someone doesn’t get into a reasonable pose, they either don’t know what the heck they’re doing, or they know too damn well about what they’re doing. Chances are it’s the latter and they’ll easily defeat you in one strike…’ Violet thought as she leaned forward a bit towards Luoir — sweating. ‘What are the chances he’s the former? Why am I so fearful of someone who looks so average!’
‘Oh god, this staring stand-off battle has been going on for like ten minutes, please end this, just hit my face so I can fake being unconscious please. I can’t feel my legs nor my arms!’ Luoir thought as he’s crying inside.
“We can stop.” Queen Vannie said, intervening in the fight.
Both Violet and Luoir took a moment to realize that, they both then sigh in relief. Kneeling down to the floor.
She walked up and intimately patted Violet’s head, signifiling “you did well”, in reply Violet quietly smiled. Queen Vannie then walked over to Luoir.
“You’ve proven yourself to be a fighter and may or may have not outskilled my daughter, mister Marquina.” She tenderly smiles, looking at Luoir’s confused eyes up and down like a mother finding her long lost kid.
“Let’s oversee this, you both did good, we’ll get you on your journey, hero. How about three days from now?”
“Mom, I’m still not convinced! Yes he may be good with his sword and psychology games, but how do we know he’s enough to save us? He barely even touches me.”
Queen Vannie tilted her head a bit, with her hand on her mouth trying to think of something; she looked back over at Luoir.
“How about this?” She thought, looking at Violet again.
…
Luoir is in front of the throne again, with the whole place’s attention on him — guards, maids, chefs, Vopin, Vannie,... On his hand is a real, sharp shiny iron sword. In front of him is a tube of butter, put on a plate. Violet who is on the opposite side of the butter, also has a real sword.
Demonstrating her intentions, Violet immediately unsheathes her sword and slices the butter in half perfectly in one swift motion. Miss Vannie then speaks:
“Under the eyes of everyone in the Evimon’s kingdom, they will judge the scales of your determination on the blade, your speed, motions and strength. All you have to do is cut butter with a sword.”
After she said all of that, two maids came in — one taking the old butter tube out and one putting a new plate of butter in for Luoir’s turn.
‘Please just let me get some sleep, maybe even the barn or a wolf den.’ Luoir rapidly nods.
He kneels down a bit to get closer to the plate of butter; puts both of his hands on the handle and stares at the butter confidently to assert dominance.
... One
Two…
Five minutes have passed, he can’t move his sword. The moment he put the sword down, he had to slice the butter, in which he can’t do as fast or as strong as Violet did.
Total silence filled the room, with everyone glaring at him and sweating.
clank, clank…
thud
He dropped his sword to the ground, sat down on the floor and passed out sleeping. It’s one of his signature abilities, to sleep sitting.
“Y...You catch that right?” King Vopin sweats nervously in fear. In response Violet nods.
“Flash… No, light speed — his sword move was so fast even the eyes of a human, known to catch any glimpses of anything cannot follow along, and the butter…” She swallowed her saliva, and didn't say anything more. But her dad continues on.
“The atoms, cells or monocles of the thing rejoined perfectly, or should I say, he dodged it, cutting the butter so smooth, it doesn't know it died. From just that move, he didn’t break any sweat, he didn’t bleed, he just got tired and sat down. Is he even tired? Or is he mocking us?”
The guards, queen Vannie and the maids overheard the conversation — looked at them both, then look at Luoir in a “the fuck?” expression. But then convinced that what they’re saying is true. I mean — how can you discard a king and one of the kingdom’s greatest swordsmen, also the princess’s words?
'If I were to display such skills, I too, would be speechless and sat down' Violet wiped off her sweats.
"Are you convinced now, Violet?" King Vopin asked.
Violet, having no way to answer that question, simply bow her head down a bit and walk towards Luoir.
“I’m sorry, Luoir Marquina — I doubted your ability, may the gods be with you, and may you help Evimon from turning upside down. I am now ready for my fate.” She kneeled down in front of Luoir, staring at him.
… Luoir said nothing.
… Minutes have passed.
“Are they going to stare at each other for ten minutes again?” A maid whispers.
“Uh… Are you mad at me?” Violet awkwardly rubs her hair, then taps on Luoir’s shoulder.
“snore…”
…
Violet quietly walks upstairs with a tender smile — on the third floor balcony she watches as birds fly by, wind breezing through her smooth hair, fresh air filled her lungs with love and life, she leaned on the balcony and shook her hand; life’s truly beautiful. She then took a deep breath:
“ARGHHH! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP ON ME IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCRIMMAGE? I KNOW I LOST BUT, THAT AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT!”
She slams on the balcony fence, stomping her foot down and continuously screaming. Some giggles can be heard from the maids watching in the distance.
…
Night falls, pockets and gleams of the moon shine through the uncovered window, wolf howls and cricket chirps are the only things audible in the shallow empty darkness.
It’s just another quiet night, which will pass shortly.
"knock knock"
Sitting on her bed and combing her hair after a shower; princess Violet heard someone knock on her door.
"Who's there?" She asked as she put down the comb.
"It's me." A familiar young male voice answered. Violet immediately recognized who that is. She sighed out of pent-up frustration.
"Come in, Luoir." She sat quietly, staring at the door.
“Um… Hi Violet, I just wanted to come to apologize and show appreciation for what happened.” Luoir said, as the only thing he remembered was waking up to see king Vopin clapping and informing him of the fact that Violet surrendered. So he assumed Violet did that out of pittiness.
“One day, just one day, maybe our skills will be matched.” Violet gripped her hands tight, as she signaled Luoir to sit down next to her on bed.
Luoir sat down and immediately felt how good this is, a premium luxury bed, “it’s so soft, like a marshmallow!” Luoir thought; he almost leaned back to rest on it but thought about manners first.
“Thank you.” Luoir said, thinking it meant Violet thought that he had a potential in swordsmanship.
They both quietly sat still and dangled their feet a bit. Taking a quick glance at one another, trying not to make eye contact doing so.
“Um… You want to try some q-tips?” Luoir broke the ice and brang out 5 swabs of q-tips.
Violet, who is confused, backed up a bit.
‘Is that my fate he chose?’ She thought.
The honor scrimmage is like what the name suggests: honor. Whoever loses basically gave up their honor for the winner, and will do at least one thing as the winner pleased.
“S...sure, please don’t break my eardrum or stab my brain.” She cowered back a bit.
“What, no! I won’t hurt, it’s just cotton.”
‘Oh god he’s going to kill me in one stab, I should’ve told my parents I love them.’
…
As she put her head on Luoir’s lap and turned side-way for him to see her right ear. Violet began breathing heavily, this is the first time a male has ever gotten this close to her. Is she really lying in a man’s lap right now? Violet began to blush heavily to the point her face was brighter than the candle litting up the room.
“Are you okay? You’re so hot, just relax.” Luoir got worried when he noticed that happened. He slowly moved all of Violet’s hair behind her ears and checked her forehead temperature, it’s very high.
“Don’t… don’t say that.” Violet began to get nervous, she thought “hot” meant that Luoir was complimenting her about how pretty she is — make you wonder if she’s a self-attachment kind of person. She then took some deep breaths and relaxed her body a bit just like he suggested.
Luoir slowly took one swab of q-tips and rubbed it against Violet’s outer ear, cleaning everything he sees on the way.
‘That isn’t… bad at all, it’s like a massage!’ Violet thought as worries flew off her mind; she then closed her eyes.
But without a warning, Luoir carefreely put the swab inside the ear canal and started fumbling inside Violet’s ear — rubbing against the surfaces.
“W-Wha, wait I’m not ready, ah~” While still keeping her head on Luoir’s lap, she stretched her legs and began kicking the air in excitement and denial — goosebumps sent shivers down her spines and toes, she can’t stop shaking from this unfamiliar yet lovely feeling. Violet realises it’s the first time she ever let out a somewhat moan, especially in front of a non-familiar guy.
‘I completely lost, swordsmanship nor endurance, ah~ um… This man is… AH! That felt incredible…’
That night, Violet fainted away on Luoir’s lap, Luoir can’t help but put her to sleep, cover her with a blanket and sneak back to his room. Because bro's a chad (the last part was edited)
