Unable to contain her curiosity, Cyrene questioned the maids, but their lips were sealed. She allowed herself to be dressed in the most extravagant of the gowns laid out for her.

“Am I going too?”

What could be the reason? Areos, who always grimaced at the mere mention of a party, was now hosting one.

Despite her impatience and repeated questions, the maids moved about mutely, refusing to answer.

After several carriages had come and gone, the distant iron gate finally closed. Cyrene strained her ears, hoping to hear the sound of beautiful music, her heart pounding with anticipation. But no sound reached her.

She looked quietly in the mirror. The dress she was wearing was far more splendid than her usual attire, and her loosely braided hair shimmered slightly. Unlike the days when she walked around bare-faced because Areos disliked make-up, the light dusting of powder made her already pale skin glow like a pearl.

Since everyone was expected to arrive dressed to the hilt, 

she wondered if the effort was worth it. 

Cyrene turned her body back and forth in front of the mirror.

“What did His Highness say?”

The maid, who had just finished dressing her hair with scattered flowers, stepped silently out of the room, motioning for her to follow. Her heart pounding with anticipation, Cyrene followed with light steps, enjoying the rhythm of her excitement.

What was she going to say when she saw Areos? Should she start with a kiss?

Humming to herself, she soon came to a door.

A room?

Although she had never been there, she knew there was a separate hall for parties. Why a room? Cyrene tilted her head in confusion. Just then, the maid handed her something.

“What is this?”

“This is something His Highness ordered you to take.”

It was a small vial, no bigger than her finger. Without much thought, Cyrene uncorked it and tilted her head at the sweet scent that tickled her nose. The maid stood by, watching her closely, as if she were watching her every move.

Cyrene swallowed the liquid in one gulp – it wasn’t even a full mouthful – and handed the vial back to the maid.

“And His Highness?”

There was no reply. Not that it was unusual. The maids always behaved that way, refusing to speak beyond Areos’ direct commands.

“You may go in now.”

The room inside was dimly lit. As Cyrene hesitated for a moment, an arm suddenly shot out of the darkness and pulled her roughly inside.

“Huh?”

Before her stunned voice could finish, the door slammed shut behind her. The room, dimly lit by a few lamps, was filled with people. In the middle was the largest bed Cyrene had ever seen.

“W-Wait a minute…”

Cyrene struggled, but her feet dragged on the floor to the sound of soft, mocking laughter. She was thrown onto the bed with a thud, her back landing heavily on the plush surface.

“His Highness has gone to so much trouble to dress you so beautifully. Shouldn’t we enjoy it a little more?”

“Let me go…!”

The more she struggled, the more hands pinned her down, restraining her limbs. Countless hands – she couldn’t even keep track – were running down her legs, which were wrapped in smooth fabric. Someone was pinning her wrists to the bed.

“No! Your Highness. Your Highness!”

He was the only one she could call. She knew he wouldn’t come to her aid, but it was pathetic that Areos was the only person she could think of at that moment.

“I heard Creusa was so beautiful. Now I understand why everyone was crazy about her.”

“But in the end it was His Majesty the Emperor who claimed the woman, wasn’t it?”

“And her daughter was taken by His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“With such beauty, does it matter if the blood is half-shared?”

The men’s laughter, filled with amusement, sent a shiver down Cyrene’s spine. She gasped for breath and struggled once more.

“Your Highness…”

Why did she call him?

It was Areos who had thrown her into this place. The men’s conversation alone made that painfully clear.

“Haaaa…”

Someone caressed her cheek as countless hands roamed her body. She could see the laces of her dress being slowly undone at her br*ast, the scene unfolding vividly before her eyes.

“No… I don’t want this…”

“His Highness said we could enjoy ourselves, remember?”

“He’s not the type to forget small details. The effects of the drug must not have kicked in yet.”

The hands crawling over her body made her stomach churn. One hand lifted the hem of her dress and groped along her smooth thighs.

“Can you blame His Highness for being captivated?”

“One look at her face would be enough to seduce anyone.”

Vulgar words were followed by laughter that echoed as if they were enjoying themselves. A hand that had slipped under her dress cupped her br*ast.

“Haah…”

An excited gasp reached her ears. Someone’s p*nis pressed against her hand.

“No… no…”

She tried to shake it off, but instead it wrapped its hand over hers, forcing her to grasp and move the swollen p*nis. The heat from it pulsed against her palm.

” Huh…”

Cyrene let out a sobbing breath. Her entire body was pinned to the bed, leaving her powerless to do anything. Dozens of hands were roaming her body, grabbing and cupping her br*asts without restraint.

“Ugh… uh…”

As she thrashed violently again, a faint heat rose to her cheeks. Her whole body began to feel feverish. A tingling sensation spread from wherever her hands touched her, and her v*gina became wet almost instantly.

“Ah…?”

The moment Cyrene froze in confusion, the men, as if waiting for the opportunity, tore off her clothes. The rough sensation of the fabric rubbing against her skin brought an involuntary moan from her lips.

“Haaaaa…!”

The hands that had held her down loosened their grip slightly. She tried to wriggle free, but her limbs had gone limp. The sensation of her n*pples being teased and lightly scratched by fingernails caused her back to arch upwards.

Deep inside she felt an intense tension.

“Haaaaaa…!”

Several fingers slid between her legs, coated in the slippery fluids that oozed out. More than one finger began to probe deep inside.

“Ah, yuck, yuh….. yuh……”

Even as she tried to stifle a moan, her heated body welcomed the fingers. Her inner walls clenched tightly, causing the men to utter exclamations of admiration.

“They say you’ve been cherished so much. I can see why.”

“Even if it’s just the effects of the drug, I didn’t expect it to tighten around my fingers as if it wanted to swallow them whole.”

“Who said they’d go first?”

The men exchanged words, their breaths heavy with excitement. Cyrene couldn’t quite process what they were saying; the sound of her heart pounding was as loud as thunder.

“Ah, hmmm…”

Fingers stirred and twisted inside, but they couldn’t quite reach the spot she craved. Something thicker, something bigger – she let out a heated breath and turned her head to the side. In front of her eyes, someone’s p*nis was being thrust forward.

“Haah, mmph…”

Cyrene unconsciously stuck out her tongue, licked it and put it in her mouth. The man’s hand ran through her hair, grabbed the back of her head and pulled. He shook his hips and pushed his p*nis deeper into Cyrene’s mouth.

“Please hurry and put it in. She’s already starting to take it in her mouth by herself.”

“Haa, damn it…”

Something hard poked into her br*ast, leaving a sticky trail of prec*m across her pale skin. The space between her legs trembled and shook involuntarily.

Her head was spinning. The unbearable itch and heat deep in her abdomen made her want to reach in and scratch it out. An unseen presence seemed to be forcing Cyrene’s legs apart, moving closer with an intense closeness.

“Ugh… hhmmmph…”

She gripped the p*nis with her lips as it thrust deep into her throat, making it hard to breathe. As she struggled to free herself from the hand gripping the back of her head, another thrust went deep between her legs.

“Ahh…”

The man’s satisfied moan echoed through the air as Cyrene’s entire body shook uncontrollably. Deeper. All the way inside. She wished the intense friction would scrape her inner walls even harder.

As his hips bucked, the p*nis buried deep inside her throat throbbed, releasing a surge of c*m.

“Cough… hmm… ugh.”

When she coughed, the man’s hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. It wasn’t until Cyrene swallowed the thick, salty sperm that filled her mouth that his hand finally released her.

“Haah… hoo…”

Heavy, panting breaths came from below. With each wet, crunching sound, the p*nis pressed precariously deeper into her.

“Ugh… mmph… ah…”

Another p*nis filled her mouth completely, the sensations overwhelming her. The stinging touches all over her body had been replaced by firm, solid flesh.

“Ugh, damn…”

Someone groaned briefly before letting go of Cyrene’s br*ast. The warm, sticky fluid pooled thickly on her skin. The swollen tip of a p*nis moved over the mess on her br*ast, smearing it over her skin as if painting.

“Mm… ah… mmph…”

She whimpered softly, catching her breath.

One n*pple was pinched hard, while the other was teased with a light, tickling sensation. A p*nis pressed forcefully against the tip of her br*ast, as if kneading her flesh.

She was unsure if it was the effects of the drug or if the sensations were genuinely pleasurable. Each time the p*nis thrust into her, the muscles deep in her abdomen clenched tightly. The overwhelming feeling of near-climax caused her vision to flicker repeatedly.

“Ah… huh… mmph…”