“Shasha, are you back?”

Upon returning to the Eros Mansion, I was greeted by Rictusa in an embarrassingly casual state, looking like he had just finished bathing after work. With only a large towel wrapped around his waist, he awkwardly smiled and backed away behind a table.

Water dripped down his golden skin that gleamed like it had been oiled. Was this what people meant by a fine stallion? The moment I saw his bare torso, I immediately thought of a horse with sleek brown fur covered in muscles.

“I couldn’t attend the banquet due to backed-up work, so I just briefly greeted His Imperial Majesty and was on my way back. I heard you had a busy day, Shasha. Are you very tired?”

Rictusa hastily reached behind him after setting down his beer glass. He seemed to be searching for something to cover himself with.

I replied that I was fine while taking note of the firm muscle clusters on his shoulders and abdomen, glistening with moisture.

“Shasha, you must be hungry. Shall I prepare a late-night snack?”

“It’s quite late now. The butler must be sleeping too.”

“Despite appearances, I used to be a cook in the military, so I can manage some cooking.”

“Really? I am hungry.”

When I mumbled softly, a gentle smile soon appeared on Rictusa’s face.

“I’ll prepare something delicious. Meanwhile, why don’t you relax in some warm water?”

He retrieved a fluffy towel from a drawer and handed it to me along with a custom-made bathrobe that fit my petite frame. As I awkwardly approached him, I was struck anew by the enormous difference in our height and build.

‘This man must have been a knight commander of the imperial army to the bone even in his past life.’

I gulped and accepted the towel and robe. I can guarantee that Rictusa is the most physically developed person I’ve ever seen. The fact that my head barely reaches his chest says it all.

“Then I’ll go wash up.”

I scurried toward the bathroom that Rictusa had just emerged from, accompanied by his send-off.

* * *

Shasha crouched in the steamy bathroom, her body trembling.

“Haa, haa…”

The ball-shaped head burrowing between her thighs vibrated along with its tail. She had started with only half inserted, but as time passed, it moved deeper until only the tail portion remained outside, squirming.

“Mmm, ah, hmm…”

She sat with her knees together and legs spread, leaning against the wall almost lying down, breathing heavily. Even without using her hands, the object buried inside her continued to burrow deeper.

With glazed eyes, Shasha stared at the vibrating self-pleasure device before pulling it out with a swift motion.

The tadpole-shaped magical implement she had secretly brought from her room before entering the bathroom fell to the floor with a trail of viscous fluid. The mysterious liquid was leaking from the head of the tadpole.

Her private parts, slick with the cloudy fluid from the device, burned intensely.

‘Is this some kind of stimulant? I thought it looked disgusting from its appearance, but its purpose is even more impure.’

Images of Narcissus under the influence of drugs and herself out of control after inhaling the heat incense alternated in her mind.

Having unpleasant memories of aphrodisiacs, she naturally felt disgusted. She turned the ring on the squirming self-pleasure device crawling on the floor, and the vibration stopped abruptly.

Shasha picked it up, thoroughly cleaned the fluid-covered head, and pushed it back into her v*gina.

The device slid in effortlessly through the opening that had been loosened after four days of torment from Lucifer.

The curiosity and guilt she had initially felt when receiving this from the Princess were no longer present.

It felt like the nights spent with Lucifer had severed the tightly bound strings of desire.

Shasha slowly moved the device back and forth, mimicking the way he had thrust his hips.

Unable to moan loudly for fear of echoing in the bathroom, she buried her face over her closed legs and whimpered softly.

“Hm, ah, mmm, haah…”

When she closed her eyes, the men who had embraced her flashed through her mind one by one.

Bel, from whom she had once begged for affection, and Lucifer, who loved her deeply.

Shasha continued pleasuring herself while imagining being taken by them.

Sticky palms clinging to her br*ast mounds.

A tongue that sucked hard on her er*ect n*pples until they hurt.

A face drenched in tears and saliva, and a voice hoarse from endless moaning.

The sensation of a p*nis inserted to her deepest part, shaking her lower body. Mating upon mating.

In her imagination, was it Bel or Lucifer mixing bodies with her? She couldn’t tell exactly.

Their faces seemed intermingled.

She loved Bel’s sticky lips sucking on her flesh, and the moment she twisted her hips in overwhelming pleasure buried in Lucifer’s bodily fluids was ecstatic.

The moment of forced mating, bound tightly by the protrusions at her entrance, kept lingering in her mind.

It had been painful and frightening. Yet the emotion she felt when receiving Lucifer’s s*men was an even greater, dizzying pleasure that frightened even herself.

Was it because she believed the chances of conception were low?

Or was it the certainty that she couldn’t bear a magical creature’s child?

Shasha closed her eyes, moaning softly as she continued her flight of imagination.

Were those long hair-like strands Lucifer’s tentacles? Or Shahan’s silver hair?

‘…Shahan?’

Just as she was about to reach a light climax, her hand suddenly stopped moving.

The unexpected emergence of a person she didn’t want to think about completely washed away her pleasure.

‘Good heavens.’

The High Priest, who should be purer than anyone, actually possessed the filthiest hidden side.

Shahan’s image, dressed in pure white priestly robes, appeared in the mirror like an illusion. And opposite him was snow-white Shasha, panting as she pleasured herself.

With flushed pink cheeks soaked in excitement and lips that wouldn’t close, she glared at Shahan’s face flowing down like water.

‘JeJe, you look pleased.’

Her vision was blurry. Transparent as mist, Shahan splashed through the puddles on the floor and sat before Shasha, meeting her gaze.

‘Everyone has sides they never imagined they possessed. The High Priest is no exception. I call it the ugly bottom.’

A thin laughter echoed through the empty bathroom.

‘I’m not like that. This little thing doesn’t mean anything.’

Trembling, Shasha contorted her face, yanked out the device, and threw it away roughly.

Her already heated body shuddered with unfulfilled desire and directionless anger.

‘JeJe, spread your legs wider and thrust deeper inside. Shouldn’t you moan lewdly like that night, exposing your private parts before a man? Isn’t that what you really want?’

That night?

‘Yes, that night. Poor JeJe, who would think you’re the type to sit in a bathroom imagining impure things while pleasuring yourself? No, you’re experiencing a perfectly natural change. Even I wasn’t always burning with s*xual desire from the beginning.’

The voice of Shahan flowing into her ears was an auditory hallucination she had created.

His appearance was also an illusion, and Shasha knew this fact.

‘You don’t even feel guilt anymore. It’s alright, JeJe. You can rationalize everything by blaming it on your heat period. It just takes time to get used to it…’

Shahan lifted her chin and lightly kissed her lips. His lips were cold, devoid of warmth.

Without hesitation, Shasha punched his face. The eerily beautiful face scattered like mist before gathering together again.

‘You may not want to admit it now, but you’ll soon realize who was right.’

The High Priest reached out and slowly rubbed Shasha’s wet private parts.

Of course, she felt nothing, but just watching the scene instantly heated her body.

‘Take your hand off right now. Remove that hand!’

A silent scream rippled at the back of her throat. She clutched at the stale air trying to grasp the elusive hand. She struggled in empty space trying to stop the wrist moving slowly between her thighs.

It was all useless.

‘Cute JeJe.’

Two red forked tongues traced the curve of her ear.

Shasha slumped weakly against the wall. Staring at Shahan with disheveled eyes, she soon overlapped her hand with his. Then she began to slowly caress her private parts where love juices were welling up.

‘…Lewd JeJe.’

Two snow-white vipers appeared suddenly, whispering like demons into Shasha’s ears.

* * *

Meanwhile, Rictusa was on his way to his room to change clothes while cooking. He had planned to wet his throat with beer before Shasha arrived, but she had arrived earlier than expected, forcing him to greet her in an awkward state of undress.

He didn’t know about Shasha, but he couldn’t escape the memory of ‘that day’ when Kesera had infiltrated in disguise.

At first, he was furious with the Princess for dressing the cute and innocent Shasha in such inappropriate clothes.

But soon even those feelings collapsed like a sandcastle submerged by the tide. To be honest, snow-white Shasha bound in pink ribbons and strings was truly… disturbingly provocative. Even if it was a vulgar choice of words, there was simply no other way to express it. That’s exactly what he thought.

He despised himself for having impure thoughts about Shasha, who was like a little sister to him. For a while, he nearly went mad whenever that scene came to mind, though he was better now.

Shasha herself seemed fine, though.

Thinking it fortunate that unnecessary fantasies no longer arose, Rictusa headed to his room.

His quarters were located at the end of the corridor, past the bathroom where Shasha was currently bathing.

As he was about to pass by the bathroom with its light streaming out, it happened.

“Haa, ah…”

A strange sound drifted to his ears.

“Mmm, ah, hm… hmm…”

His legs froze suddenly. Rictusa stood rooted to the spot, focusing on the nasal sounds flowing out of the bathroom.

“Hm, ah, ahh, mm, haah…!”

With his keen hearing, Rictusa couldn’t fail to recognize the voice’s owner. Moreover, only one person in the mansion was permitted to use the first-floor bathroom.

Rictusa stood before the door with a pale face, entranced, listening intently.

Not the clear, pure tone like dew on flower petals… but a woman’s delicate moans he had never heard before.

Without a doubt, it was Shasha’s beautiful voice.

‘What on earth… what is she doing in there? Surely not.’

A tense swallow slid down his throat. A heavy weight pounded his head, darkening his vision. Normally, upon hearing such sounds, Rictusa would have worried, ‘Is Shasha ill somewhere?’ But now was different.

No, things had been different since he encountered her indecent side again so soon after seeing her n*ked body.

Rictusa backed away, covering his mouth with one hand. His ears and cheeks burned hot.

Yet standing like a statue guarding the door, Rictusa snapped back to his senses at the sudden sound of something hitting the bathroom floor.

Splash—the sound of water followed by Shasha rising from the bathtub.

Rictusa turned and fled the scene.

His heart pounded harder than after completing a difficult training session.