The days she had been away felt like nothing more than a dream. Nothing had changed. A warm cup of tea to start the morning, a wardrobe filled to the brim with beautiful dresses, and the busy hands that adorned her.

Was everything else the same, too?

Would men come to her just like before? Would she have to spread her legs again?

Cyrene blinked at her reflection. She thought this might be better. It was much, much better than being forced to have s*x with a dog.

But contrary to her expectations, no one came looking for Cyrene. It was strange. It felt as though she had gone back to the distant past—a time when she simply sat quietly behind the bars, waiting for Areos. A life where only he would speak to her.

She wanted to see Ilion.

This time, Cyrene thought of someone other than the Crown Prince. The fact that she had someone else to think about besides him brought her joy. She sat by the window, gazing outside.

Was the person who came back then really Ilion? No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t tell if it was real or not. As she leaned her head absentmindedly against the window frame, a maid opened the door and entered.

“His Highness has sent a physician to see you.”

“A physician?”

Before her puzzled question could even end, a woman stepped inside. Cyrene blinked in surprise. Until now, even when she was injured, Areos or the maids would simply apply ointment, and that would be the extent of her treatment.

Without much explanation, the maids began undressing her. Before long, her back and chest were exposed. A flicker of shock crossed the physician’s face.

“His Highness has instructed me to ensure there are no scars left after the treatment.”

The physician, speaking in a stiff tone, murmured as she examined each of Cyrene’s wounds one by one. While carefully inspecting her back, the physician let out a low sigh. That single breath carried countless unspoken words.

“You’ll need to take proper care of these.”

She jotted something down quickly before handing the paper to one of the maids.

“There are already a few spots where the wounds have worsened…”

Trailing off, the physician cleared her throat awkwardly. Cyrene, pulling her clothes back up, gazed at the woman in silence.

“Excuse me.”

“…Yes?”

“What did His Highness say?”

It was surprising enough that a physician had been sent at all. Until now, she had only encountered doctors in books. Cyrene’s question seemed to fluster the woman slightly, her eyes darting nervously.

“He told me to ensure that no scars remain.”

“And if scars do remain?”

“Well… I’m not sure.”

The physician gave a strained smile, as if to say she had no way of knowing. With a shrug, she rose from her seat and left the room almost as if fleeing. Cyrene stared blankly at her retreating figure.

Would she be discarded if scars were left behind?

Or… was he simply pitying her enough to call for a physician? Or perhaps…

Her thoughts spiraled endlessly, dominating her mind. Cyrene let out a short sigh. Since returning, her body had been more at ease, but her mind had become even more entangled. Areos’s actions were incomprehensible, and his words even more so.

Cyrene sat back down by the window. After some time, the maids returned to apply ointment to her wounds.

Suddenly, she thought once again about how much she wanted to see Ilion.

***

Cyrene stared blankly at the faint scars that were gradually fading. The once-prominent red marks across her chest were beginning to blur, so she assumed it would be the same for the ones on her back.

As Areos silently observed the marks on her back, a sharp tongue click escaped him. His fingers slowly traced down her spine, moving deliberately toward her lower back.

“There will be scars.”

His tone, full of displeasure, made her shoulders shrink. Would he abandon her if the scars remained? In a panic, Cyrene turned to face him.

“I’ll take good care of them so there won’t be any scars. Please, don’t throw me away.”

Areos’s expression turned faintly strange at her words—somewhere between irritation and indifference.

“Hah.”

A sigh, heavy with a mix of emotions, escaped him. Cyrene leaned in closer to him, her arm lightly pressing against his shoulder. With that, Areos flopped backward, letting himself fall against the surface behind him.

Slowly straddling his waist, Cyrene lowered her head. She planted a soft kiss on his lips and gradually worked her way down. She teased his neck with a light lick and planted a kiss on his firm, muscular chest.

“Ha… … .”

His long fingers slowly ran through Cyrene’s hair. As she trailed further down along his taut abs, her tongue lightly touched the tip of his already hard p*nis. A sticky fluid stretched out in a thin thread.

She leaned her upper body forward a bit more, guiding the hot flesh between her br*asts. Supporting her br*ast with her hands, she rubbed him against her, eliciting a faint chuckle from Areos.

“Eung…….”

She let out a soft moan as her tongue flicked over the glistening tip. The throbbing pulse was palpable, the swollen p*nis twitching slightly between her br*asts.

“Haa……”

With a languid moan, Areos’s fingertips brushed against her *rect n*pple. He teased the hardened peak, gently scraping it with his nails, pressing down firmly, and then tugging it.

“Ah… Your Highness…”

Cyrene gasped for breath, tightening her grip on her gathered br*asts. Each slow motion up and down caused his p*nis to twitch, growing hotter and more aroused with every movement.

“Mm… ah…”

She wrapped her tongue around the swollen tip, licking it with deliberate care. Sliding over the narrow ridge, she took the tip fully into her mouth, sucking deeply. The rigid veins along the p*nis pulsed so strongly that their throbbing rhythm was palpable.

She lowered her head further, taking him fully into her mouth. The touch on her n*pples grew rougher, sending jolts through her body. The heat between her thighs, now slick with *rousal, became almost unbearable, prompting her to unconsciously press her thighs together.

“Haah… mmph… ahh…”

The p*nis, slick with a mix of pr*cum and saliva, glistened as it slid between her br*asts. As Cyrene gasped and took him deeper into her mouth, Areos’s hand suddenly gripped the back of her head firmly.

“Mm… ngh…!”

Warm liquid filled her mouth, carrying a sharp, salty taste. Cyrene didn’t stop there; instead, she took him even deeper, sucking firmly as her hands pressed her br*asts tightly around him.

“Haah…”

A languid touch brushed her ear, a gesture full of ease and quiet satisfaction. Cyrene swallowed the sticky liquid that filled her mouth. The lingering salty scent was faint but unmistakable with each exhale.

“Come here.”

Areos, looking slightly more pleased, let out a small chuckle as he beckoned her with a curl of his finger. Cyrene crawled onto his body, her soft br*asts pressed tightly against his chest. She felt his large hand grip her hips tightly.

“Mmh…”

Her slick, wet core brushed against the rigid p*nis beneath her, the rough friction sending shivers through the insides of her thighs. Cyrene let out a breathy sigh, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grew heavier.

“Put it in yourself.”

At his words, she straightened her back and ran her hand along his hardened p*nis, lifting it upright. The p*nis, reaching all the way to his navel, stood firm as she raised her hips slightly, pressing the tip against her hole.

As her tongue brushed over her lips, the faint taste of his c*m lingered.

“Haah… ah…”

She exhaled shakily, her voice trembling with anticipation.

At the twitching entrance, slick love juices dripped down, coating his p*nis. Cyrene let out a breathy moan, her br*ast heaving. Slowly, the thick head pushed in, splitting her from the inside.

“Mmng…”

The familiar wave of pleasure quickly washed over her. With shallow breaths, Cyrene began to lower her hips, inch by inch, taking him in. Between her thighs, his dark, rigid p*nis disappeared gradually into her.

“Ah!”

Areos suddenly gripped her half-lowered hips and pulled her down firmly, driving himself deep inside in one swift motion.

“Mmngh, ahh… ah!”

His large hands gripped her small hips tightly, mercilessly rocking her back and forth. Cyrene’s entire body jolted with each thrust, unable to resist his relentless rhythm.

“Ah… Your Highness… I… ahh, ugh…!”

It felt as though her entire body was being skewered, the relentless pressure scraping against every sensitive spot, driving deeper into her core. Her inner walls spasmed, clenching around him tightly as if trying to hold him in place. Unable to maintain her strength, she collapsed into Areos’s embrace, trembling.

“Mmnh… ahh…!”

Her body swayed with his every movement, completely at his mercy. Her breathless moans spilled onto his chest, her heated, pleasure-drunk body slick with sweat that clung to her skin.

“Ah…”

In an instant, the world flipped. Areos hooked her knees over his arms, plunging into her with an unrelenting force. The slick, wet sound of their bodies meeting and parting echoed with an unabashedly lewd rhythm.

“Ah… Your Highness…”

Cyrene gasped, her breaths shallow and trembling. His lips pressed firmly against her sweat-drenched forehead, grounding her amidst the overwhelming sensations. The familiar wave of pleasure surged as he drove deeper, filling her completely.