Swallowing dry saliva, Evelyn stopped in front of the imperial couple and performed a formal greeting alongside Luinel. She half-listened to the Emperor’s superficial words of encouragement and remarks about the upcoming purification ceremony. Rather, she was more disturbed by the system message that suddenly appeared before her eyes.

[Sub-quest <Dance with Each Male Protagonist in Turn>has arrived.]

[Today is the Empire’s Founding Day, one of the most meaningful days of the Empire. During the upcoming ball, dance with each male protagonist belonging to <Evelyn’s Manor> in turn. If you succeed in the sub-quest, you will gain a small increase in favorability with the male protagonists and be able to start the sixth main quest, <Ian, Master of the Magic Tower.>]

She was happy to finally be able to proceed with the sixth main quest. The problem was the quest content requiring her to dance with “all” male protagonists.

It wouldn’t be difficult to dance with Nox, whose favorability had already reached 100%, or the Crown Prince, or Hezel, who would be watching her from somewhere in the banquet hall. The real troublemaker giving her a headache was that Tower Master whose social skills were practically nonexistent.

The last time at the Crown Prince’s palace, Ian had seriously contemplated whether to kill her just because she had spoken to him. If she hadn’t been born with a special constitution, she might not be here now.

‘Haha.’

The system would probably threaten to destroy the Tower Master route if she refused this. It meant she had no choice but to risk her life and ask Ian for a dance. Luinel turned to look at Evelyn, who suddenly started laughing like a deranged person beside him, with a strange expression.

“Then, Saintess, I entrust the safety of this continent, including the Empire, to you.”

“Yes, Your Majesty…”

Evelyn, who responded to the Emperor as if her soul had been thoroughly thrashed in a thresher, withdrew along with Luinel.

“You can’t really be insane. Why do you suddenly look like you’ve seen the end of the world?”

The first dance ended up being opened by Luinel and her, unintentionally. It was because the Emperor, whose health had not been good lately, had left with the Empress right after giving his congratulatory speech. Luinel, who was skillfully leading Evelyn to the flowing melody, pressed his body closer and asked. Evelyn, who had been preoccupied with thoughts of the gloomy quest, suddenly came to her senses at the feeling of the bulging p*nis through the thin dress fabric.

“It’s just that I’ve never received such enormous attention in my life, so I’m having trouble adjusting.”

“It would be better to get used to it from now on. You’ll attract even more attention once the purification ceremony begins.”

“…But, Your Highness. Your thing has been poking my stomach for a while now.”

“Get used to this, too. It’s hard to control since I’ve been holding back for so long.”

Did he really just say that with such an indifferent face? Thinking it was fine either way, Evelyn tried to ignore the g*nitals repeatedly poking her lower abdomen and concentrated on dancing with Luinel. Starting with them, the nobles began to pair up one by one and twirl around the center of the hall.

‘I should dance with Nox next, right?’

Let’s postpone the dance with the Tower Master as much as possible. Surely he wouldn’t instantly kill her for being annoying in front of all these people, even though she was wearing the mask of a Saintess. As Evelyn began to run her positive thinking circuit again, she flinched at the rough hand suddenly gripping her b*ttocks.

“Are you daring to think of something else while dancing with me, right now?”

“Uh. J-just a moment, Your Highness.”

“If I were to lift your dress skirt here and thrust my p*nis into your lewd lower parts, what would people think?”

Evelyn quickly shook her head at Luinel’s purple eyes that were darkly rippling as if he might really do such a thing.

“I won’t think of anything else from now on. I really promise.”

“So you were thinking of something else.”

“First, if you could remove your hand from my b*ttocks…”

“Everyone who needs to know already knows we’re sleeping together anyway. You were moaning so loudly all over the imperial palace.”

That’s all because of whom!

Unlike Nox, who considered her reputation important and was thoughtful about location selection, Luinel literally thrust his p*nis into her by lifting her skirt whenever and wherever he felt like it, regardless of the place.

Even in public places like this, he would shamelessly rub his p*nis against her body, hidden beneath the voluminous skirt of her dress. Believing that Luinel, an exhibitionist, might really take her in front of all these people, Evelyn concentrated hard on dancing with him.

With each turn, as his g*nitals rubbed against her lower abdomen, Evelyn’s private parts became wet in response. By the time the first song ended, her underwear was already soaked to the point of losing its function.

“I have other plans for tonight. I’ll visit the separate palace early tomorrow morning, so be prepared.”

After whispering this one-sided yet sticky promise in her ear, Luinel disappeared into the crowd. As Evelyn was about to go look for Nox, wondering if she should take nutritional supplements, a strong perfume scent wafted over, and a gentle hand grabbed her arm and turned her around.

“It’s been a while, Saintess.”

“…Has it been a while? Didn’t we see each other yesterday morning?”

“I felt disappointed that you left so early yesterday. It felt like I was just used for my body and then abandoned.”

“Hey. Watch what you’re saying. What if someone hears you?”

As if there weren’t countless ears here. While pretending otherwise, the nobles gathered here were focusing all their attention on her every move. Perhaps someone had already witnessed the Crown Prince fondling her b*ttocks and waist earlier.

Feeling as though tears were clouding her vision, Evelyn tried hard to comfort herself.

‘Once I clear the game, I’ll never see these people again anyway.’

For the sake of her mental health, she decided not to worry about such minor(?) issues.

“Dance with me next. Then I’ll pretend I didn’t see the Crown Prince openly massaging your b*ttocks.”

…So Hezel saw it. Hezel pressed his lips firmly against the back of her hand and blackmailed her with a seductive smile. Since she had to dance with Hezel anyway because of the quest, Evelyn swallowed the sigh that rose to her throat and took his hand, moving back to the center of the hall.

A melody with a slower tempo than when she danced with Luinel filled the interior of Graham Hall. Holding Evelyn’s hand and leading her, as she was still awkward with dancing, Hezel let out a deflating laugh.

“Looking at you like this, you really do seem like a Saintess.”

“I’m not a fake, am I?”

It’s just that there’s the unfortunate circumstance that only physical healing works for the male protagonists, including Hezel. As Evelyn sighed, Hezel wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered in an even lower voice.

“You know what? You’re the first woman who has ever run away from my bed.”

“Really? That’s too bad.”

“No. I should say you’re the first woman I’ve ever put in a sweet room bed. You wouldn’t let go of my c*ck, so I had no choice.”

Following the flowing melody, pretending to step forward, Hezel inserted his thigh between her legs and then withdrew it, his eyes glistening with lust. Evelyn bit her lip, almost letting out a moan as she was caught off guard.

A tingling thrill ran through her private parts, which had been holding Hezel’s p*nis until yesterday morning. Seeing Evelyn’s cheeks turn red, Hezel exhaled a long breath and slowly caressed the line of her waist.

“Now I understand why the Crown Prince and the Knight Commander thrust into you regardless of place.”

I want to thrust into you. At Hezel’s husky voice tinged with sticky desire, the area between her legs became wet once again. Following Luinel, now Hezel was subtly rubbing his p*nis against her lower abdomen, causing her love juices to gush out.

“Come out to the garden later. Today, the Saintess’s role isn’t a teacher but a princess.”

A princess secretly having s*x with an aroused attendant in the garden during a banquet.