Unknown hands gripped her br*asts, squeezing roughly as the strange shape of the man’s p*nis scraped against her inner walls. Unlike Areos, who had brought her pleasure so easily, this man’s erratic movements brought nothing but dizziness and discomfort.

“Haah… ah… ugh… mmmmm…”

He pressed his lips to hers again, his tongue penetrating her mouth, creating a mess of saliva. His rough tongue licked her cheeks, leaving trails of w*tness, while his mouth smeared her neck and ears with spit, sending a shiver of disgust down her spine.

“Ahh…”

Her legs, wrapped around his waist, trembled without strength.

What should she do? Should she try to behave as she had with Areos? Or should she just stand still, motionless, and take it? Her thoughts swirled in confusion as her body endured the assault.

The sound of ragged, panting breaths was utterly repulsive to her. Desperate hands roamed over her body, groping and squeezing. A sobbing moan escaped her lips as her br*ast was taken into his mouth and sucked roughly.

“Ah… ugh…”

A mixture of disgust and unwanted pleasure swirled within her. Her body, long conditioned to Areo’s touch, instinctively sought out sensations of pleasure even as it was forced open. With each thrust of his p*nis into her p*ssy, her hips trembled involuntarily in response to the unwelcome movements.

She couldn’t understand herself.

Did it matter if it wasn’t Areos? Was her body really as obscene as he claimed, finding pleasure in the act alone, regardless of the man?

“Ahh… mmmm…”

Cyrene bit down on her lip, but a muffled moan still escaped her mouth. What had started as nothing more than searing pain gradually turned to w*tness, her body betraying her against her will.

“Ah… ahh…”

She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white. Every time her inner walls fluttered and clenched involuntarily, a faint wave of pleasure crept up her spine. A ticklish sensation deep in her abdomen made her wish – against her will – that he would thrust deeper, as Areos always did, reaching places that left her breathless.

The sound of wet, sticky friction began to fill the room. Flesh, now slick with moisture, collided and parted in a rhythm she reluctantly recognised.

“Haa… mmmmm… ahh…”

The harder she bit her lip to suppress her voice, the more aggressively he thrust into her, his body crashing against hers with relentless force. His lukewarm tongue dragged across her skin, leaving traces of unwanted warmth.

He kept muttering about how beautiful she was, but the words meant nothing to her. All she wanted was for this to end as soon as possible.

“Hah… hah…”

The man’s breathing became heavier, rough and ragged. After pressing down on her from above for what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly shifted his position. Cyrene’s gaze fell on his face from below.

A stranger. Someone she had never even seen in the Crown Prince’s palace. She didn’t even know his name. Her entire body stiffened slightly, the unfamiliarity of the situation sending a shiver of unease through her.

The man grinned and gave her a light slap on her b*tt.

“Move.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, forcing her body to move against him.

“Ah… ugh…”

Cyrene slowly began to move her hips, her movements hesitant and mechanical. The man’s face lit up with an expression of pure ecstasy as he placed a hand on her cheek, mimicking the gestures Areos often made. His fingers traced her jawline before tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Mmnmmm…”

A sound escaped her lips, a mixture of sob and moan, impossible to distinguish. Cyrene lowered her eyes, unable to meet his. She wanted to pretend that the person before her was Areos, but everything about this man was different. His body, his size, his voice, his touch – none of it fit.

The faint pleasure she had felt flickered and faded, only to reappear briefly and disappear again. The cycle of sensation and distance left her disoriented, her body responding even as her mind screamed for it to stop.

“Ugh… hmmmm…”

Unsatisfied, the man thrust his hips up several times from below before climbing back on top of Cyrene. The weight of his body pressing down on her made it hard for her to breathe.

“Ahh… ugh…”

Cyrene closed her eyes tightly, silently enduring as she waited for it to be over.

***

“Haa… ugh…”

Hours later, Cyrene finally emerged from the room. She gagged as she vomited the s*men that still clung to her throat. The waiting maids immediately set about cleaning her up, as if they had been prepared for this all along.

Her thighs, which had not been properly lubricated, were slightly swollen and sore from the friction.

“Cough… cough…”

Cyrene scrubbed her face furiously, trying to erase the lingering sensation of the man’s tongue licking her repeatedly. Even as the maids washed her body, she couldn’t stay still, pressing the brush so hard against her skin that it turned red and raw.

One of the maids quietly took the brush away, preventing her from hurting herself any further.

“Give it back.”

Even as her breathless voice escaped her lips, they continued to wash her in silence as if it were any other day. During her time in the bath, Cyrene rubbed her face again and again.

She stared blankly into the mirror. For the first time, she thought about wanting to see Areos. Truly, for the first time since she had entered this place.

The maids who had dressed her again were trying to take her away.

Where would they take her this time? Another man? Another room?

Cyrene’s feet froze.

“You are going to His Majesty.”

Perhaps sensing her distress, one of the maids finally spoke. Only then was she able to release the breath she’d been holding in. Following the maid, she suddenly quickened her pace and ran ahead of her.

The hem of her dress tangled around her legs. Stumbling, Cyrene pushed open the door to Areos’ bedroom and ran straight for him.

The familiar scent. The familiar arms. The familiar voice. When he moved his head slightly, the maid quietly closed the door.

Breathing heavily, Cyrene wrapped her arms around Areos’ neck. Tears streamed down her face.

“Your Majesty.”

Her voice trembled slightly. Gently stroking her tear-stained cheek, he planted a soft kiss on her swollen, reddened eyes.

“Don’t abandon me.”

The silence that followed frightened her even more. Had he finally had enough of her? Had he had enough?

The words he had once jokingly said, “When I get bored, I’ll throw you aside”, echoed in her mind. As Cyrene sobbed, gasping for breath, Areos wordlessly wiped her cheeks with the palm of his hand.

Her vision, blurred by tears, made it impossible to read his expression.

“Please don’t abandon me, Your Majesty.”

She had never cried like that in her life. Even breathing was unbearable. Lost and helpless, she could only hiccup and let her tears fall uncontrollably.

Areos was Cyrene’s entire world. Literally everything. She had never imagined a life without him. The very thought was terrifying, overwhelming her with fear and anxiety. A hand gently stroked her back, calming her trembling form.

“I’ll listen to you. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t bother you.”

She pleaded, clinging desperately to his collar like a child throwing a tantrum. Despite her desperate pleading, Areos remained silent. He just held her.

Again and again she begged him not to leave her. She cried uncontrollably, sobbing excuses. She tried to force a smile, then ran her hands over him. She licked his lips and began to undo his buttons, but still Areos made no response.

“Your Majesty.”

Her eyes burned. Her face was already drenched in tears, her dress stained and dishevelled. Her voice, raw from sobbing, echoed through the room. Sweat soaked her hair, clinging to her damp skin.

“You are…”

His face, frozen in a frighteningly rigid expression, drew closer. Cyrene, her lips trembling uncontrollably, leaned in and kissed him. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but her whole body was shaking so much that even letting their tongues meet felt overwhelming.

Areos hand brushed lightly down her back as he lifted her chin with his fingers. With each blink, tears gathered on her lashes and fell one by one.

“You are mine.”

It wasn’t a question. A shuddering, sobbing breath escaped between Cyrene’s lips.

“Yes… yours.”

His tongue slowly traced the swollen redness of her tearstained eyes. A sharp pain lingered where he touched her, causing her shoulders to jerk. Long fingers moved lazily to pull down her dress, while the hands holding his clothes trembled visibly.

Was this his way of saying he wasn’t going to abandon her?

If so, what did it mean that she had been forced to do this with another man this morning?

The sound of his tongue brushing against her ear turned her sobs into soft moans.

“Ah… hmmm…”

The familiar feeling enveloped her body. His hands, having removed her clothes, moved slowly, caressing and squeezing her br*ast. Beneath the thin fabric, her n*pples, swollen and red, stood out prominently.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“N-no…”

Cyrene shook her head repeatedly, her voice trembling. For a moment, a faint smile of satisfaction seemed to play on Areos’ face.

“What have you done?”

Her lips parted hesitantly.

“We… kissed.”

“And then?”