[Gavin, block her p*ssy. She’ll come to her senses once you penetrate her.]

Gavin flipped Rosé over as if he had been waiting for it. Rosé was startled by the hard object piercing her b*ttocks and got on her knees.

But instead of escaping, her head was forcefully held by Gavin’s merciless hand, only allowing her to turn her head. And at that moment, Gavin’s c*ck pierced through her hole.

“Ah… ugh!”

Splash! The pent-up water splattered in all directions. Each time the p*nis moved back and forth, water spurted out. Her er*ect n*pples and her swollen cl*toris were evidence that she had reached org*sm.

S*x, like mating dogs, was filthy and dirty. Gavin bent over and firmly grabbed Rosé’s dripping br*asts. Teasing her hole by thrusting his muscular a$s up and down.

“Khk! Now that I’ve penetrated, you’ve become obedient. Does it feel good when I f*ck your tight p*ssy?”

His c*ck entered deep enough for his p*bic hair to touch her skin. As Rosé’s lower abdomen swelled up with a lumpy p*nis inside her, she felt an indescribable pl*asure. Her head throbbed, she wanted it to penetrate her deeply.

His thrusting became rougher. A thick rod-like object poked at her c*rvix.

The hole twitched as fl*id, whether water or love juice, flowed out along the p*nis. It was already her fourth cl*max. At the same time, Gavin roared like a beast.

“F*ck, khk!”

Gavin was also at his limit because the walls of her v*gina were squeezing his c*ck as hard as they could. He glanced at Ariel, who was sitting next to him, enjoyingly watching the action. He wanted to c*m. For that, he needed his master’s permission.

“Ah, Your Highness… Can I c*m inside the woman you lent me?”

Ariel teasingly mocked Gavin, who was pleading with a face that looked like he was about to pee. He thought he could last for an hour, but he wanted to c*m after only 15 minutes. This was why it was worth choosing a beautiful concubine.

“Are you willing to make a b*by?”

“If you allow it, haah, I want to make her my concubine.”

Ariel cursed inwardly. He acknowledged his audacity in trying to steal his master’s possession, but in the end, she was nothing more than a playful dog to Ariel.

Rather than making her a concubine, he decided to transfer both Rosé and the knight who embraced her to a remote region.

[Just f*ck and finish it.]

When a pet cat gets pregnant, the kittens belong to the owner. They were free to have s*x, but Rosé’s child would always be Ariel’s.

Ariel’s lips twitched as she watched their cl*max approaching. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of discomfort.

“Huh, ah… Do it properly!”

Gavin pulled Rosé’s hair and poured his s*men deep inside her womb. Rosé, who had already reached countless climaxes, couldn’t even scream anymore and instead collapsed with a thud.

Gavin pulled out the last of his c*ck and sprayed the last of his seed all over her back. It was as crude and vulgar as marking territory, but Ariel was different from those men.

He wouldn’t directly hurt or make Rosé cry. He could watch over her from a distance and love her.

As the intoxicated Gavin staggered and fell to the ground, Ariel approached Rosé. He whispered in Rosé’s unconscious ear.

“You are so beautiful, Rosé.”

Jealousy filled his voice.

Within Rosé’s hazy consciousness, an insecure, cold voice echoed. It was neither the voice of a girl nor beauty. It was a coarse bass voice, boiling with male desire.

* * *

Two weeks passed like a flash. And Rosé’s complexion became pale as if she couldn’t believe that she had only worked for such a short period of time.

It was difficult for her to sleep for more than three hours due to the princess’ continuous indulgence. If there was any satisfaction in it, it might be that.

‘My abilities have increased tremendously…’

Rosé checked her status window and smirked at the increased stats from absorbing s*men for the past thirteen days.

Yeah, let’s throw away moral values. After all, this is a world where you can obtain morality through s*x. If she wanted to become a moral person, all she had to do was suck the p*nis that would raise her morality.

But Rosé was taken aback by her guilty conscience and turned around. She felt as if her parents were watching her every misdeed, just like when she was young, and that is how she feels right now.

It seemed as if someone was meticulously observing her daily life.

‘I did have trouble sleeping.’

Rosé slapped her cheeks lightly, trying to clear her foggy mind. She didn’t have time to stay in a daze like this. Today was the First Princess’s birthday, and it was the day of the banquet.

The scale of the party was said to be smaller than usual, but there were still many things to prepare for the frail princess. Painkillers, tranquilizers, cold medicine, cough medicine, fever reducers, and so on.

With a firm grip on the medicine in her handbag, Rosé opened the closet to change into her work clothes.

But to her surprise, her closet, which only had four sets of clothes, had somehow increased to five sets.

Rosé took out the unfamiliar new dress with a bewildered expression.

The golden silk dress, adorned with dazzling pearls, has elaborate decorations that would be suitable for a ballroom.

And there was a note attached to the chest.

[Come dressed like this to the banquet today. Your orange hair will stand out.]

‘I don’t feel comfortable…’

Rosé tilted her head while turning the dress around. She would be even more noticeable if she wore something like this with her already eye-catching face. She reached the conclusion that it wouldn’t be good to catch the attention of the nobles living in the palace.

With determination, she hung the dress back in the closet. On the floor of the closet, there was a note that she hadn’t read yet.

[You hung it back? If you refuse, you’ll be fired.]

‘Whether it’s this or that, I’ll get fired for anything!’

Grumbling to herself, Rosé nervously took out the dress again. She reluctantly put on the dress and stood in front of the mirror. To her surprise, it suited her much better than she had thought.

Snorting in both approval and disapproval, Rosé pushed her hair up to one side to make her neck visible and smirked.

‘A cross-dressing pervert with good taste.’

Rosé placed the hair accessory that came with the dress on top of her updo. Thinking that perhaps she could return to Bistiman today.

It wouldn’t be so bad, she thought, to close her eyes for just one day and stand around the ballroom.

* * *

Ding—.

The bell announcing the ball echoed through the palace banquet hall.

After finishing their meal, the nobles moved from the garden to the ballroom.

The ballroom of the First Princess’ Palace was named the ‘Eternal Dance’ in the old days. It reopened after a long 19 years, this place was so magnificent and beautiful that one couldn’t find a trace of its old appearance.

Twenty balconies overlooking the rose garden, thirty-five large chandeliers illuminating the marble floor, and a thousand candles placed on golden statues.

Excluding the Emperor and Empress’s Palace, the highest ceiling in the palace, famous for being painted by the court artist Sartre, depicted ‘Oh, My Monchen,’ evoking an illusion akin to stargazing.

Coincidentally, the nobles began entering the ballroom one by one. The steward loudly announced the names of the attendees.

Because of the Emperor and Empress’ absence due to diplomatic affairs, there were fewer attendees than usual, but there were still many nobles who brought their eligible young heirs.

Their goal was to secure a marriage alliance with the renowned and beautiful First Princess, even if it meant facing fierce competition.

By the First Princess’s side were always maids who came from promising noble families. Any one of whom could become their daughter-in-law and cement their ties to the imperial family in the future.

As the procession of nobles surged forward, the ballroom gradually became bustling. And as the line at the entrance diminished and the butler’s booming voice subsided, a carriage arrived at the entrance.

The coachman quickly descended from the driver’s seat and laid velvet on the dirt-covered stairs. Soon, Emmett, dressed in a knight’s attire, revealed himself. He escorted Julia, who had been the first to alight from the carriage.

The butler called out their names with a louder voice than before. People’s attention instantly turned towards them.

Emmett, a potential candidate for the next hero, and Julia, with her arms crossed, raised her chin and smiled confidently.

A woman with Emmett Bovir, who was rumored to be the next hero. Just with that title alone, the position of the Second Princess within the Empire was steadily rising.

“Hmm, it’s amazing. It’s hard to believe it was closed for 19 years.”

Julia murmured as she looked around the ballroom. This ballroom, which had been closed since the crisis 19 years ago and was now reopened today, amazed her.

If the Emperor hadn’t allowed the reopening of the ballroom, these sparkling chandeliers and artworks would have faded away in the dust.

Julia opened her mouth in awe and glanced around before receiving two glasses of wine from a palace servant and handing one to Emmett. He was in the midst of admiring Sartre’s artwork hanging on the wall.

“I didn’t know Sartre could paint such a picture. Now he’s just an old man painting only n*de portraits.”

Julia chuckled and said,

“The paintings of Sartre here mainly depict the scenery of Monchen.”

It goes without saying that the Torren River was depicted on the ceiling, as well as the sailboats passing through the canal, sailors rolling wine barrels, and noblewomen glancing at them. There were also women and children sitting on the grass, eating cookies and drinking tea, and servants gathering in the pottery shop to negotiate prices…

It was a completely different situation from now, when only young widows in their 20s were selected to draw portraits.

“That’s because His Majesty the Emperor has reduced support for the fine arts.”

Emmett said as they walked towards the next artwork. Julia tried to focus on the painting along with him, but eventually lost interest and grabbed Emmett’s arm.

“Let’s dance too, instead of just looking at paintings.”

Emmett released Julia’s arm without changing his expression. Knowing what was coming next, Julia pouted her lips.

“Are you going to say I’m not a good dancer again?”

“Because it’s true.”

Emmett replied without changing his expression. Julia sighed again next to Emmett, who was focusing on appreciating the artwork.

She thought commoners, too, were fond of drinking and dancing. Even if they didn’t know how to dance to the rhythm, they must have mastered etiquette eight years ago when they received their titles.

She was either clueless or overly naive. Or perhaps it’s because he couldn’t get rid of his commoner habits and was rebellious towards the aristocracy.

Julia drank wine after wine in one gulp, resting her eyes on Emmett’s stunningly handsome side.

The pride of the imperial family crumbled before the dazzling beauty of those shining silver strands. Even if he acted bluntly and gruffly, just by looking into those deep blue eyes like the blue sea, she couldn’t help but tremble.

He must be the only man in all of Monchen who looks so good in that blue knight’s uniform, which symbolizes the death of a young man. He was truly a handsome man who would receive praise for being perfect according to any aesthetic standard.