With his long silver hair reaching his waist loosely tied to the side, he made not only the young ladies of noble families but even the young Lords blush. Nox was the second son of the Leias Marquis family, whom the Empress had been earnestly trying to draw to her side recently.

The second son was rumored to be more cherished by the Marquis than the eldest. The Empress’s voice, which had earnestly pleaded not to create any discord with the Leias family, brushed against the 3rd Prince’s ears. Forcing his furrowing brows to relax, the 3rd Prince spoke in the gentlest voice he could manage.

“It’s been a while, Sir. I heard from Mother that you’ve recently become the Imperial Knight Commander. Is the Marquis well?”

“Father is currently recuperating in his territory. I will convey your regards to him on your behalf.”

“Well, alright. But I’m not finished talking with the Saintess yet.”

“I’ll forcibly end that conversation for you, Jamie El Granteum.”

Luinel, who had returned with perfect timing, looked down at the startled Jamie with frost-like eyes.

“Father has something to say to you about the founding ceremony parade he entrusted to you. Follow me.”

Evelyn almost asked Luinel, “You’re not going to kill him, are you?” There was so much murderous intent on Luinel’s face as he glared at Jamie. After giving Nox a look to take Evelyn and leave, he dragged the reluctant 3rd Prince out of the main palace.

“I’ll escort you to the terrace, Saintess.”

“Yes, please. I was feeling a bit tired anyway.”

Whether it was from being physically exhausted by the male leads taking turns with her body until yesterday, or the aftereffects of purifying a Grade 1 magical beast, drowsiness overwhelmed her whenever she let her guard down. Nox took Evelyn to a nearby terrace and carefully drew the curtains.

Not noticing Nox’s intention to isolate her from the persistent gazes of others, Evelyn walked to the dessert table set up in the center of the terrace.

“I like that there’s such a variety of desserts. Would you like to join me and replenish some sugar, Nox?”

“Saintess. No, Evelyn.”

“Yes? Why do you look so serious?”

“Perhaps…”

Did you visit a building in the slums last night?

Thirty minutes before the Emperor’s welcome banquet for Evelyn began, the detective in charge of the Grade 1 magical beast incident in the slums had visited the palace personally. He brought witness statements from victims rescued at the scene and magical energy measurement reports, sharing some strange information.

“The nobles who participated in the auction are keeping quiet, but there’s a person suspected of being the organizer. You’ve probably heard his name at least once, Commander.”

Hezel, the founder of the casino and the so-called king of the underground economy. He was presumed to have been at the auction house that day, but was suddenly hospitalized last night and reportedly ordered his closest aide to find a woman with white hair.

Could the woman Hezel is looking for be you, Saintess?

As this question that he couldn’t bring himself to ask rolled uncomfortably on the tip of his tongue, suddenly a sweet Mont Blanc popped into his mouth. As Nox found himself unexpectedly holding the Mont Blanc in his mouth, he was momentarily bewildered. His heart sank at the sight of Evelyn smiling with the corners of her eyes crinkled right in front of him.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you look like you need some sugar. Ah, there’s some cream here.”

Her small tongue unexpectedly approached and lightly licked the corner of his mouth.

“……”

The suspicions and questions that had been filling his head to bursting point evaporated in an instant, and strength flowed to his lower body. He couldn’t understand why the thread of his reason always snapped so easily in front of this woman. As soon as Evelyn’s tongue touched the corner of his mouth, his insides began to boil, and his hand reached out of its own accord to grab Evelyn’s chin and pull her close.

The taste of rich cream came from their entwined tongues with a moist sound. The sound of them sucking each other’s saliva mingled with the orchestra’s performance flowing through the closed door.

“Huh, Nox. This is the main palace terrace.”

“You started it first, Saintess.”

His hand, which was rummaging through the hem of her dress and groping her private parts, was hot. The hand that had been rubbing her entrance, where love juices were oozing out, finally found her cl*toris. Evelyn’s waist trembled finely as his fingertips pressed firmly against her sensitive nub.

His callused finger plunged into her pulsating entrance. As her vaginal walls immediately clenched around his finger, Nox bared his teeth and bit Evelyn’s shoulder.

“Ah!”

“Do you know what I thought when I saw you at the banquet earlier, Saintess?”

“What did you think… unng!”

“I thought about tearing this dress to pieces and thrusting my c*ck into your secret place in front of everyone.”

So that everyone will know you’re the one who sticks with me every day.

At these lewd words sliding into her ear, a scene unfolded in Evelyn’s mind: her private parts were exposed before everyone as she was impaled on Nox’s p*nis. Feeling the pressure of her walls tightening around his fingers, Nox let out a low laugh.

“Seeing how you’re dripping just from imagination, fingers alone seem insufficient.”

“No…x. Please, calm down a bit, ah-unng!”

Evelyn’s eyelids trembled ceaselessly as she felt his fingers stirring her inner walls rapidly. Nox gently kissed the corner of her tear-filled eyes and lifted the hem of her dress.

He could see the love juices flowing between her legs, and two fingers rapidly entering and leaving her entrance, using those juices as lubricant. Looking down at her as she panted with eyes consumed by desire, Nox unbuckled his pants.

His p*nis sprang out, nearly sticking to her lower abdomen, with viscous fluid leaking from its tip. Evelyn’s mouth watered at the sight of the fluid oozing from the slit of his gl*ns. Without realizing it, these words escaped her:

“Huh… I want something other than fingers.”

Nox’s barely maintained reason completely crumbled at Evelyn’s words as she spread her legs wide, nearly buried in the terrace sofa. Gritting his teeth, he brought his prec*m-soaked tip to her pulsating entrance.

Simultaneously, he grabbed both her ankles, spread her legs even wider, and plunged his p*nis straight into her fully exposed private parts. A suppressed moan burst from Nox’s lips at the sensation of soft, moist folds clinging and sucking in his tip.

“Hng….”

“Hnng, ah! Ahng!”

His head boiled with the desire to fill Evelyn’s insides with his s*men. Nox swallowed his dry saliva from burning thirst, and Evelyn’s ankles resting on his shoulders swayed endlessly following his hip movements.

Thud, thud! Squelch, squelch. With each strike of his t*sticles against her tender pubic bone, screams of pleasure erupted wildly.

Her cries of pleasure were buried under the music from the hall as it changed to a lively waltz melody. However, this was the main palace, where servants frequently passed by. Despite knowing well that if someone were to witness this scene, a scandalous uproar would hit the entire palace Nox couldn’t stop his hip movements. No, he couldn’t stop. The feeling of her vaginal walls clinging tightly to his flesh pillar was good enough to make his spine tingle.

Even as Nox pounded his p*nis into her inner walls that were pouring out love juices like water whenever he sensed a servant nearby, he covered Evelyn’s cries with his own lips. He didn’t care what others said about him, but he couldn’t allow vulgar words to circulate about Evelyn.

He pulled down the mermaid dress that excessively emphasized her cleavage and brought his lips to her spilling br*asts. Saliva dripped from Evelyn’s mouth at his tongue play that teased her n*pples with a skill incomparable to when they first started.

“Nox, ahng No, hah!”

“Haa… Evelyn. May I fill all of this with my c*ck juice?”

Evelyn’s walls convulsed at Nox’s words as he firmly pressed the area of her stomach that bulged each time he thrust his p*nis forcefully. Having lost her reason to the pleasure penetrating her marrow long ago, Evelyn nodded frantically.

“Gi-ve, unng, give me. Give me c*ck ju-, hahng!”

“Kugh…!”

At the sight of Evelyn shedding physiological tears and begging for his s*men, his p*nis, buried deep near her cervix, poured out an enormous amount of s*men. As he held the trembling Evelyn tightly and moved his hips slowly, smearing his s*men against her sticky inner walls, at that moment.