Cyrus Can't Tell how much that Princess likes Him (Octopath Traveler fanfic)

The Princess Shows off Her Charm

Cyrus was so excited to get to class today! He was going to go teach her highness the princess! He had assigned her only 6 chapters of reading last night, so the lesson might be a little less exhilarating than usual, but Cyrus couldn't ever let anything get in the way of his love of learning!!!

He burst through the classroom doors. "Good morning, Princess! Ready to learn?!" He smiled big and looked over at his students desk. To his surprise, the desks were gone! In their place was a big bed with satin sheets. The princess was strewn across it, wearing skimpy, see through clothing.
"My goodness!!" He exclaimed. "Why are you in bed? And why is your bed in the classroom?!"
The princess slowly caressed the sheets beneath her. In a smooth, slow whisper she said, "Oh professor, don't you think a girl like me deserves to be comfy?" She batted her lashes.
Cyrus sat at his desk across the room. "Oh sure, so long as you can focus on what's really important!"
"What would that be, Mr. Professor Cyrus?"
"The Amlenshian conquest of Havledoria, of course!!" He laughed. What a silly question.
"Say wasn't there another student in this class?" Cyrus asked.
The princess rolled her eyes. "Oh no, Cy, it's just you" -she smooched her lips in a big wet air kiss- "and me."
"Oh well I guess that sounds right, if there ever was another student, she was probably unimportant and stupid!" He laughed again. Man, he was witty!
"So tell me about your reading, my highness!"
The princess rolled over onto her belly, looking up at him, her feet twirling playfully in the air behind her. "Reading?" She said innocently, "Well I tried to read that book, Mr. Professor, I really did! But then I thought about how your hand had touched it's leather binding only hours earlier, and so I started touching myself, imagining your hands caressing it slowly. And then I ended up such a mess I just had to go to sleep right then!" She bit her lip softly.
"Oh my! It's a TOME, your highness, not a book!" He said, appalled. "The distinction is INCREDIBLY important! They are two com-PLEET-ly different things!" 'A book - psh! What nonsense' he muttered to himself.
The princess rolled her eyes. How stupid was this man? "Oh Mr. Cyrus, sir could you come a little closer? I need you right next to me so I can hear every word that comes from those delicious lips!"
"Well if you think it would help," he said, picking up a TOME (it's a tome, damit, don't even think the B word right now) and walking over. He sat on the bed next to her and opened it up. "Let's just read these six chapters together right now, then!" He licked his lips in excitement, the thrill of studying right before his eyes!
The princess sighed. Finally she had an idea. She interrupted his reading to say the following, "Oh Cy-cy, darling, do you care if I take off a few layers? Sitting next to you is making me sooo haaaawwwtttt!" She slowly peeled off her shirt, pulling it over her head with her arms crossed sexily. As soon as it was off, she flipped her hair and ran her fingers through it. She licked her lips and caressed her large, smooth bare breasts. "Oh my, look at all that skin!" She said in faux aww. Every word was drawn out and breathy.
Cyrus had not noticed any of the princess's performance, so enthralled in his reading that he had quite forgotten the princess all together.
The princess was about to lose her fucking shit. She had been flirting with this bitch for a year of lessons now, and all she had learned was that Cyrus was the most delectable piece of man meat in the land, and that he also possessed the social intelligence of a banana.
So, entirely fed up, she just slapped the tome out of Cyrus's hand and onto the floor.
Cyrus let out a blood curdling scream. "HOLY FUCK MY TOME!!!" He picked it up and dusted it off, kissing the cover. "Oh my darling baby, did you get a boo boo?" He whispered to it. He snapped his head around and looked at the Princess, not even noticing her large protruding nude titties.
"ARE. YOU. MAD?!"
"Oh no!" She put her finger up to her pursed lips. "Did I do that? Gosh I'm such a clutz!"
Cyrus counted to ten, breathing calmly.
"Well if you say it was an accident, your highness, then all is forgiven." He resumed reading.
"Noooooo!!!!" The princess whined.
"What is it?" Cyrus asked, afraid that Sir Rhodenharm's dismissal of the treaty of Blontathleen had upset her (as it did him every time he got to this passage).
"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, CYRUS." She said, spelling it out as clearly as she could.
"I'm afraid I don't quite grasp your meaning, princess."
She grabbed Cyrus by the collar and pulled him in to her, her eyes bulging and mouth foaming.
"YOU - ME - SEX - NOW"
Cyrus furrowed his brow. "Is it something about the lesson? Do you want me to reread the passage?"
"CYRUS DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT SEX IS"
Cyrus leaned back, noticing that the princess what acting slightly odd. He hesitated.
"... you mean like the different sects of the early Hifllytrempleentun tribe?"