Even though this was clearly just role-play. Why did she sense an odd sincerity in Hezel’s voice? Hezel’s movements, obsessively kneading her br*asts and revealing his possessiveness toward her, gradually slowed down. His gl*ns, beaded with s*men, precariously rested on her twitching vaginal opening.

“You need to answer.”

“H-Hezel. Ugh.”

Evelyn was wiggling her hips in frustration, but Hezel remained unmoved. Determined not to move until he got the answer he wanted, she bit her lip as she tried to take his p*nis deeper.

Hezel blocked her endlessly flowing entrance with his gl*ns and spread her b*ttocks, which bore marks from his hands. His darkened eyes turned toward her other pulsating hole.

“Children who don’t listen need to be punished, don’t they?”

Evelyn trembled in surprise as his finger invaded her rear entrance, which was wet with her fluids and his s*men. It was a place that none of the male leads had violated despite taking turns exploring her body. Breaking this implicit taboo, Hezel thrust his index finger inside.

Simultaneously, his p*nis, which had only been teasing her entrance until now, plunged all the way to her cervix in one go. Tears that had been pooling in Evelyn’s eyes fell continuously from the foreign sensation of both holes being invaded. Though initially the feeling of rejection close to pain was stronger, as Hezel’s p*nis stirred inside her, a strange pleasure rose up through her abdomen.

“Next time, it would be pretty to put a tail here.”

Hezel’s voice, laughing about how a human-cat mating roleplay would be nice too, didn’t reach Evelyn’s ears as she was already rolling her eyes back. After filling her to the cervix and pouring his s*men inside, he tightly embraced Evelyn’s collapsing body.

“If you like it that much, how about settling on my c*ck permanently?”

“Hngh, ah.”

Hezel pouted at Evelyn, who couldn’t give a proper answer as she trembled, buried in an org*sm that wouldn’t subside. Biting her round shoulder gently, he grumbled, ‘Saintess is so greedy.’ Evelyn writhed as Hezel continued to slowly rotate his hips while holding her as if he would never let her go.

“What’s wrong, Saintess?”

“Hezel, please. Hic, stop… Ah!”

“Sorry. My c*ck must be disobedient like me.”

He sucked on the nape of Evelyn’s neck as she shook her head, and firmly gripped her slender waist. Despite this being his third ej*culation, Hezel’s member showed no signs of subsiding. He forcibly lifted Evelyn, who was half-buried in the bed, and began his fourth round of thrusting.

The pale dawn light seeping through the slightly open curtains painfully pierced Evelyn’s eyelids as she continuously moaned.

‘This is really, hngh, really not right.’

Before completing the final main quest tonight, she would have to add a request to the system to upgrade her stamina. That seemed most urgent by any measure.

Evelyn, who had been burning red hot since the morning of the coronation, trembled at the s*men wetting her inner walls and then passed out.

***

Even though the sun was high in the sky, she almost missed Luinel’s coronation because Hezel continued their intercourse. If not for the sound-blocking artifact Ian had made, another embarrassing rumor about her would have been added.

“Saintess, are you alright? Your face has been looking worse lately.”

Evelyn sighed as she visited the Grand Temple where Luinel’s coronation was scheduled. She had been waiting in the VIP room for 30 minutes already, guided by the High Priest who treated her with overwhelming reverence. Still feeling as if her lower part remained shaped to Hezel’s member, she sighed as she shifted uncomfortably.

“Couldn’t you say ‘complexion’ instead?”

“The court physician clearly said there’s nothing wrong with your body. Perhaps we should find some magic potion for you?”

The male leads were already scouring the continent thoroughly for magic potions, which was more than enough. Rather, her priority was to successfully complete the coronation despite her body being exhausted from a lack of proper sleep.

As the continent’s only Saintess, Evelyn was scheduled to personally place the laurel crown, symbolizing imperial authority, on Luinel’s head today.

Originally, tradition dictated that the High Priest would hand over the crown and the Emperor would place it on his own head. But Luinel insisted that Evelyn, who had led humanity to salvation, should crown him herself.

“Saintess. Are you really alright these days? Why are you losing more and more weight?”

“Mmm, I’m fine.”

No. Actually, she wasn’t fine. After resolving the main quest and saying goodbye to the system messages forever, she would need to set at least minimal limits on the time spent with the male leads. Though she was experiencing extreme pleasure every day, physically handling two men each day was killing her.

‘I’ve already dangled an appropriate carrot anyway.’

Many things would change starting tonight, when the final main quest was scheduled. It was questionable how long the male leads, who had been embracing her regardless of place for nearly a year, would follow her rules, but she needed to survive, even if just for a while.

“Saintess. His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.”

Evelyn, who had been tapping her aching waist with her fist, looked up.

‘Why Luinel?’

Could it be that he didn’t like the carrot she had sent via messenger bird and was coming to protest? Like Hezel, who had tried to subtly probe her intentions while thrusting into her until she was raw this morning.

Evelyn felt puzzled but awkwardly stood up. After placing the crown on Luinel’s head at the upcoming coronation, she was scheduled to march alongside him in front of the empire’s citizens.

And after that…

‘There will be a masquerade ball.’

If the male leads had taken her bait properly, they would all gather there. Just as Evelyn took a short breath in tension, Luinel appeared, dressed more splendidly than usual. His eyes trembled slightly when he discovered her sitting in the center of the VIP room, receiving grooming from the maids.

Though they had forgotten while thrusting into Evelyn like unbridled colts, she was the one and only Saintess of the empire, no, of this continent. Dressed in a pure white ceremonial robe for the coronation, Evelyn looked more sacred and noble than anyone else in this world.

But he knew better than anyone the curvy body hidden beneath those loose ceremonial robes. Feeling a burning thirst while watching Evelyn showing her respect, Luinel commanded in a husky voice.

“Everyone out. Stay far away and don’t let anyone in until the coronation begins.”

The maids, startled by Luinel’s sudden order, scattered with the quick-witted Maria leading the way. Evelyn watched nervously as Luinel approached with the intensity of someone about to lift her robes and insert his p*nis.

‘Surely he’s not going to do it here?’