Given Luinel’s clear preference for exhibitionism, it wouldn’t be surprising if he did…

“…Huh?”

She had expected him to lift her robe and position his lower body first. Surprisingly, Luinel knelt on one knee before her. While Evelyn’s brain momentarily malfunctioned in confusion, he pulled out an elegant velvet box from the inner pocket of his jacket adorned with ornate epaulettes. The surface of the box, about the size of an adult man’s fist, was clearly engraved with the imperial emblem.

“Luinel? Are you feeling unwell?”

“I know I can’t bind you completely to my side. But at least I can try.”

No way.

Luinel’s face, looking up at the astonished Evelyn, was as impassive as usual. However, the object that emerged from the box was anything but impassive. Multicolored light pouring through the stained glass silently descended upon a pair of rings nestled in the box. They were rings that clearly looked extraordinary.

‘Was your promise to make me Crown Princess sincere?’

Though Luinel had casually mentioned it whenever they were intimate lately, she hadn’t realized he was serious enough to prepare rings. He looked directly into Evelyn’s turbulent eyes and quietly lifted her left hand, gloved in silk.

“Since I can’t succeed no matter how hard I try with my own power, I’d like you to clearly reject me.”

What? His feelings for me?

That would be difficult. After constantly being intimate, her body had developed strong attachments, and with her heart becoming involved as well, she had reached a point where she couldn’t abandon any of the male leads. Like getting soaked in drizzle, before she knew it, she had come to equally love all four of these crazy men.

“That might be difficult.”

“Then all the better. It’s settled if you accept my proposal.”

Clearly having come with determination, Luinel slid a ring with a large diamond in the center onto the ring finger of her left hand.

‘A proposal.’

For someone aiming for a harem ending, there couldn’t be a more awkward situation than this moment. As Evelyn internally broke into a cold sweat, Luinel kissed each joint of her fingers and smiled almost imperceptibly.

“It’s an heirloom passed down through the imperial family. More precisely, a gift given only to the Empress.”

“…Please don’t do this, Your Highness.”

Even though he must have known well that she equally loved all the male leads, including himself, Luinel casually dismissed Evelyn’s tearful protest.

“That’s what it traditionally means. Anyway, I have no intention of marrying anyone else but you in my lifetime.”

“As you know, I cannot love only Your Highness. This seems too much for me to accept-“

“It’s a declaration of my will, so keep it well.”

Finding herself suddenly wearing the imperial heirloom on her finger, Evelyn fell silent. The ring binding her finger felt as weighty as Luinel’s choice. Rising again with efficient movements, Luinel simply said, ‘Then I’ll see you at the coronation,’ and walked toward the exit without hesitation.

Caught in a subtle feeling of guilt, Evelyn hurriedly followed after him.

“Your Highness. No matter how I think about it, this doesn’t seem right… Ah!”

As she tried to approach him to return the ring, she tripped on her excessively long ceremonial robe.

This was all because Hezel had exhausted her since morning, leaving her legs weak. Luinel caught Evelyn as she was about to fall ungracefully forward. Turning around with nimble reflexes, he firmly grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Through their pressed bodies, she could clearly feel his bulging muscles.

In the instantly closed distance, she could feel Luinel’s muscles twitching with excitement. Swallowing a hot breath as if controlling his surging impulses, he grabbed her confused chin and lifted it.

“I was barely holding back. Tempting me like this is cheating, Evelyn.”

“No. This is really a mistake… mmph.”

Before she could finish explaining, his wet tongue invaded between her lips. Her body, still saturated from her morning intimacy with Hezel, responded honestly to his tongue passionately exploring inside.

“Mmh…!”

When she drew her legs together as fluid flowed down between them, the perceptive Luinel let out a nervous laugh. Evelyn’s eyelids twitched at the hot breath pouring out while their lips remained locked.

“Ha! So someone dared to taste you even on a day like today.”

Luinel’s eyes blazed fiercely, clearly identifying the culprit in his mind.

Fearing a knife fight might break out between the male leads before she could finish the last main quest, Evelyn tried to change the subject.

“Your Highness. I think we should first successfully complete the coronation… ahng.”

Pushing Evelyn against the wall, Luinel devoured her lips once more. His tongue, hot like heated stone, persistently wrapped around her panting tongue. Simultaneously, her lower region quickly became wet from his firm thigh pressing relentlessly against her private parts as it wedged between her legs.

“Hngh, Your Highness. At this rate, the ceremonial robe will get all wet, mmngh!”

“If you have no intention of becoming mine but still want to keep me by your side, you’ll have to endure this much, Charles.”

His rough fingers invaded under her robe and directly flicked her cl*toris hidden between her l*bia. Evelyn trembled at the pleasure that cut through her body like a sharp blade. The name “Charles,” which Luinel hadn’t used in a long time, also played a part in stimulating her.

‘I had infiltrated the imperial palace in the form of a cat.’

And that night, while trying to treat his seizure, she had spent the entire night panting like a dog in Luinel’s bed.

“Sending you back to the temple that day was the greatest mistake of my life.”

His possessiveness for her dripped from his lips as they traced her neckline. Burying his face in Evelyn’s br*asts, which were almost too much for two hands to hold, Luinel licked her er*ect peaks, drawing them in with hungry suction.

“Ahng, hngh, Your Highness. The coronation is about to start, ah!”

“It wouldn’t be bad to enter together with my c*ck inside you at this point.”

Coming from Luinel with his obsession for exhibitionism, it didn’t sound like a joke at all. Evelyn gripped the epaulettes on Luinel’s shoulders tightly and forced strength into her legs that kept threatening to collapse.

Glancing down, she saw that Luinel had already removed his uniform pants and was prodding her thigh with the thick tip of his gl*ns. The tip, which had been ejecting transparent fluid onto her thigh, approached her entrance, sliding along the love juices she had released.

Eventually, his massive member, visibly overwhelming, filled her entrance tightly as it entered.

“Aah…!”

Evelyn unconsciously grabbed Luinel’s hair at the pleasure that felt like her mind was being struck with a blunt object. But Luinel didn’t stop; instead, he deliberately licked Evelyn’s n*pple with his tongue. At his obscenely skilled tongue play, Evelyn quickly covered her mouth.

“This is a temple, hngh, a temple.”