“While I was dealing with the 3rd Prince, you’ve been monopolizing Evelyn all by yourself.”

As the ominously low voice reached both their ears, a thick p*nis with prominently bulging veins poked at Evelyn’s mouth. Evelyn, half out of her mind, quietly looked up at Luinel’s p*nis which was emitting a lewd smell.”Suck it, Evelyn.”

Luinel, who had entered the terrace without a sound, grabbed her chin and forcibly opened her mouth. Evelyn, who had been limp in Nox’s arms, immediately began to lick the p*nis that tightly filled her mouth.

That night, cries of pleasure soaked in obscene ecstasy echoed throughout the terrace connected to the main palace hall.

***

‘Ah, I’m dying. If this were reality, wouldn’t I have been executed for immorality long ago?’

That’s how she felt as her days recently were filled not with work-s*x-sleep but work-s*x-s*x.

With two days left until the Founding Festival, one of the biggest events in this game world, Evelyn sprawled on a plush sofa, enjoying almost her first time alone since coming to the palace. Her gaze languidly scanned the system window that appeared before her eyes.

〈Evelyn’s Manor〉 Male Protagonist Affection Levels

Nox Leias: 100%

Luinel El Granteum: 96%

Hezel: 33%

Ian Ludante: 0%

All her crying under Nox and Luinel had steadily paid off in affection points. If the two hadn’t become incredibly busy with the approaching Founding Festival, she would probably still be losing her mind taking both their penises.

Evelyn shuddered at the sensation that her private parts still seemed stretched to the shape of their penises. Moreover, the two, who had surprisingly good chemistry when it came to sharing her, had been taking her regardless of place since that night on the terrace.

As a result, Evelyn’s stamina had not only hit bottom but gone into the negative as she sprawled on the sofa, yawning. From today until the day of the Founding Festival, she was absolutely taking a break. The breeze flowing in through the wide-open window felt pleasant. Just as Evelyn’s eyelids were growing heavier, about to fall into a long-awaited deep sleep at that moment.

Knock knock.

“Saintess. Master Hezel, who runs the empire’s major trading company ‘Sikarun,’ wishes to see you regarding the Founding Festival.”

Today Maria was on vacation, so it was the voice of the maid who was supposed to attend to her instead. Evelyn, who had already decided to be a sloth today, waved her hand in the air as if shooing away a fly.

“Tell them to come back another time, not today… Wait, who did you say?”

“Master Hezel of Sikarun.”

What, why is Hezel suddenly appearing here?

Evelyn abruptly sat up, feeling her drowsiness instantly disappear. Her heart pounded at the unexpected appearance of the third male protagonist, whom she had naturally assumed she would only see again at the Founding Festival.

‘How did he know to find me here?’

That day she had definitely worn a maid’s uniform designed to prevent facial recognition… Oh. A fact that Evelyn had been overlooking suddenly crossed her mind. That day, she had been intimate with Hezel in his unconscious state. This meant that the appearance Hezel had encountered in his unconscious was her true form.

Moreover, within the empire, white hair and light pink eyes were not just rare but nearly an endangered combination. Somehow understanding the real reason Hezel had come looking for her, Evelyn whimpered as she rose from her seat.

[Sudden Sub-Quest 〈Second Meeting with Hezel〉 has occurred!]

Hezel has come to find you earlier than expected. He is currently suffering from severe after-effects of being trapped in a first-class monster’s maze. If you successfully treat Hezel’s after-effects, you will be rewarded with a 20-point increase in Hezel’s affection.

This was actually fortunate. Though her lost holiday was regrettable, she was willing to give up her vacation for the sake of raising Hezel’s affection.

“Show him in.”

Evelyn, after tidying her disheveled appearance, watched the opening door. Through the gap, she could see Hezel properly dressed in a suit. The strong scent of cologne pushed away her body fragrance that had been lingering in the drawing room.

A strange gleam settled in his eyes as he discovered her standing with her back to the open window.

“Found you.”

It was difficult to maintain her composure under that gaze—like a starved predator finally spotting its prey. Struggling to regain her composure, Evelyn managed to create a picture-perfect smile.

“I heard you wanted to meet me regarding the Founding Festival.”

“It’s an excuse I prepared with some effort. Did it work?”

Behind Hezel, who was smiling with narrowed eyes, porters appeared carrying some boxes. After a moment of confusion, the maids skillfully guided them to the dressing room, while Hezel walked in and claimed one of the drawing room sofas.

Anyone would think it was his own bedroom. As soon as the door closed, leaving them alone in the drawing room, Hezel’s attitude completely changed. His face, having shed one layer of its composed mask, stared at her with raw desire.

“Hello, teacher. Hiding in a place like this made it difficult to find you all this time.”

“What are you talking about? It seems like we’re meeting for the first time.”

“Ah. So that’s how you’re going to play it?”

Hezel, smirking, suddenly rose and leaned toward Evelyn sitting opposite him. His delicate fingers, heavily permeated with the strong cologne scent, lifted her chin.

“No matter how I look at it, it’s definitely you. The teacher who f*cked me in a dream and then ran away.”

“……”

“Or should I help you remember in a different way?”

Easily jumping over the table, he grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Just as in Hezel’s unconscious state that day, his firm thigh pushed between the surprised Evelyn’s legs as her back hit the solid wall. Her carefully maintained expression crumbled at the subtle pressure pressing against her private parts.

“It is you. The one who approached me at the auction house mentioned the monster’s tears. The one who devoured me in a dream and left. The very person who eliminated the first-class monster that nearly swallowed the entire slum area. Right?”

His touch, tracing Evelyn’s cheek as she deliberately avoided his gaze, was surprisingly gentle despite his burning golden eyes. Cupping her small face framed by curly white hair in both hands, he stopped at a distance where their lips were about to touch.

“Since that day, I’ve nearly died in another sense from getting hard at all hours, teacher.”

“Let go… huh.”

“Aren’t you curious about how my real c*ck tastes? It’ll be incomparably better than in the dream.”

Evelyn’s breathing grew rough as Hezel persistently rubbed her private parts with his thigh. Unfortunately, as they had entered June, the fabric of her clothes had become thinner, making the stimulation of her private parts feel even more explicit. Hezel’s lips twisted at the sight of Evelyn forcibly biting her lips to suppress her moans.

His thumb forced its way between her closed lips and stirred inside her mouth.

“I’m also curious about how it would feel to have my c*ck truly in this mouth. Where should I feed you first?”

Hmm? Teacher.

Her private parts throbbed at the sight of Hezel smiling with his eyes while consistently calling her “teacher.” Hezel extended his tongue to catch and drink the saliva flowing from her forcibly opened lips.

“I felt it in the dream too, but teacher, you’re so wet both above and below.”

“Hu, Hezel. Stop… unng!”

“Teacher, no. Should I call you Saintess now? The lower part of the Saintess seems to disagree with the Saintess herself.”