The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 654- Training The Queen (5)

The Queen tried to keep a straight face, but her breaths were shallow pants. Her skin was flushed with a deep, scarlet hue across her chest and neck.

The skintight body suit felt as if she were wearing no clothes at all.

The training ended for the day, before things could escalate any further.

"Your Majesty learns quickly. You have already learned the basics. Tomorrow we move beyond that".

The Queen nodded with a flushed face, avoiding looking into the eyes of her knight.

[Grrr... that insufferable man can even endure this level of temptation. Fine, tomorrow we go all out. Let’s see if he can stay calm after our charm.]

Looking at him walking away, Minerva grumbled inside the mind realm.

Later that night, a frustrated scream rang through the isolated training grounds once again.

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Next day... The fourth training session was slightly different. If one had to point out what was different about today, it would be the change in training attire.

Reinhardt’s eyes immediately went towards the Queen, who stepped into the training grounds, as if pulled by an invisible force.

Usually, she wore a skintight body suit that allowed for freedom of movement. However, today she decided to change her attire completely.

Now, she wore a thin, white, sleeveless crop top that clung to her breasts on her upper body and a shirt skirt that hugged her hips below. The mini skirt’s hem rested high above her thighs, displaying her long, creamy thighs.

What’s more, the makeup of her skirt made it so that one could see the lace of her panties if one focused hard enough.

Reinhardt hurriedly shifted his eyes, trying to suppress his nefarious Divine Trait. Although not as provocative as the body suit, this new attire had its own unique charm.

The sight was something. The crop top was barely able to hold the Queen’s pert and voluptuous breasts.

The delicate fabric outlining their shape, and dark pink circles, faintly popped out from the opening of the top whenever she stretched her upper body.

Furthermore, the skirt accentuated the gentle curve of her hips and displayed her sexy waistline.

[This is too much. How can a royal like me wear something like this? I want to go and change right this moment]. The Queen complained inside her mind.

[What’s there to be embarrassed about? That bodysuit is no better. Just relax and believe me] Minerva replied in amusement.

"Ahem, your majesty... this garb..." Reinhardt questioned, handing her a sword.

This time, the Queen had no excuse. So she simply changed the topic.

"Does it look bad?"

Reinhardt shook his head, giving his honest answer. Leaving the fact about the queen wearing such provocative clothes aside, simply assessing her beauty, she looked like a bombshell. Simply irresistible. "

Let us begin". The fourth training session began with a focus on agility.

Reinhardt instructed her in swift, lateral dodges.

"Speed is born from the legs. Your power must be explosive" Saying that, he demonstrated a quick side step.

Then he pointed his sword towards her and asked her to dodge in a similar way.

The Queen mimicked his actions and moved to dodge. As she sidestepped, her leg extended, the waistband of her skirt shifted, allowing the lace of her panties, a delicate, black pattern to become fully visible.

Although premeditated by Minerva, in the current situation, it looked nothing but an accident.

Reinhardt looked at the lace that spoke about the Queen’s taste before shifting his mind back to the task at hand.

When the Queen dodged again, her crop top stretched, causing the fabric to tighten over her right breast, and for a moment, the edge of her nipple, the full, pebbled areola, pushed against the top, becoming clearly visible.

This was no doubt... a nipple slip.

The Queen’s cheeks flushed, and her breathing hitched for a fraction. Nevertheless, she still maintained her stance.

[Bear with it. Showcasing your body a little is no big thing. Besides, you are only showing it to the man you love] Minerva encouraged.

The training continued, and Reinhardt calmly instructed. However, attentive ones would be able to notice that his eyes would inadvertently peek at every wardrobe malfunction.

Though it was a dance of seduction, the training was real. The Queen quickly improved under his guidance.

When the two swords clashed, the Queen gathered herself and leapt back, twisting in mid-air.

As she landed, the skirt’s brief nature betrayed her. The motion caused the fabric to shift, and for a single, breathtaking second, the lace panties were entirely exposed, the dark triangle between her legs fully showcased before the skirt settled back, not quite covering it fully.

Reinhardt saw the dampness already spotting the lace, a glisten of arousal. Of course, he was no better. His thing was straining against his pants, wanting some action.

Sadly, the fourth session ended with no action as usual, leaving two people frustrated. One of them was Minerva, the other... the king whose recording devices failed him time and time again.

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The fifth session was three days later. On this day, the atmosphere was different again. Most noticeable was the presence of two maids outside the training hall.

The other noticeable thing was the Queen’s attire again. Today, she entered what could be said as a thin strip of fabric tied around her breasts, also known as a bandeau.

Below, she wore a pair of tight, short shorts that revealed her long, beautiful legs.

The bodysuit and the crop top attire had their own unique charm. But when compared to the Queen’s current attire, they came nowhere close.

How should he say it? Today, the Queen looked so beguiling and bold that Reinhardt had to fight back the urge to pin her down and ravish her.

The bandeau left the sides of her breasts and the undercurve completely bare; the knot in the center seemed like it would slip with any vigorous movement.

The shorts were too short and hugged her buttocks tightly, making the outline of her vulva more pronounced.

Reinhardt’s lips twitched. Did she deliberately wear something like this, knowing that today’s lesson was... close quarter combat?

No matter what, the training has to continue. Reinhardt coughed... "Let’s start. Today, we will incorporate some mixed martial arts. Try to kick me, aim for my midsection".

The Queen nodded. The previous training and her own talent had borne fruit. Her body was much more powerful and lithe than before.

She lifted her leg, aiming a kick toward his stomach. As her leg rose high, the shorts strained. The fabric, already taut, stretched further over her inner thighs, and the seam parted slightly at the side.

Reinhardt, watching the technique, also saw the intimate detail: the inner curve of her labia, slick and flushed, became visible through the gap.

This was a lucky pervert moment, a secret glimpse granted by his Divine Luck.

In fact, as he continued training the Queen, the frequency of such accidents continued increasing.

BANG... Be that as it may, the moment did not affect her kick. In fact, it packed quite some power, both visually and physically.

Reinhardt grabbed her ankle and stopped her mid air.

"Your power is adequate, but it lacks flexibility." With his fingers, he could feel her beautifully shaped calf.

With that, he released her, and the glimpse of her vulva visible through her shorts disappeared.

Next, Reinhardt showed her a spinning kick. "Use your hips to generate force."

The Queen obeyed. As she completed the rotation, her bandeau, strained by the movement, shifted.

The knot at the center slipped, and the fabric slid downward. For a heart stopping moment, her left breast was fully exposed. The voluptuous, perfect curve, the hard, pink nipple pointing directly at him.

The Queen froze, mid-motion, then her arms instinctively rose to cover herself while Reinhardt looked away.

After she hurriedly covered herself, the instructions began once again. However, due to the nature of her clothes and his Divine Luck, such accidents were bound to happen again and again.

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Inside his private chambers, the king sat on his bed, questioning the maids who entered his room.

These were the very same maids who were standing outside the isolated training room.

"Is that all that happened?"

"Yes, your majesty".

From the noise and slight peeks they saw that the two were indeed practising.

"Your Majesty, the Queen’s form is improving day by day".

"Yes, she is indeed getting stronger. Now seeing her with a sword feels almost normal".

The maids gave their report.

"Enough, you two can leave".

These were not the words he wanted to hear. His imagination, fueled by the suppressed, desperate desires, painted far more vivid scenes.

These were his darkest thoughts, ones he could not tell anyone. In the end, commanding Reinhardt to instruct the Queen was nothing but an attempt to fulfil his desires.

The dream that was practically etched on his mind. Yet the reality remained elusive to him to this day.

Was it really just a dream? What he saw that day... could it really be just his wild imagination?