Sensing her hesitation, Penchev resumed his slow movements. His stubborn gray eyes met hers, seemingly warning her that unless she called him that, he wouldn’t let her be lost in pl*asure like before.

“Ugh…”

Her brow furrowed as if struggling, surrendering to the pleasure. How many times did her lips open and close before Penchev’s short patience wore thin? Finally, the word he’d been longing for slipped from her lips.

“…Hus, husband.”

As soon as he heard that title, Penchev let out a short breath and leaned down to embrace her, thrusting like a beast in heat. With each intense movement, the mixture of her fl*ids and his dripped down the table onto the floor.

As if thrusting his c*ck inside her wasn’t enough, Penchev’s lips landed on her forehead, cheek, nose, and jaw…

It was as if he was imprinting on her who was dominating her right now, their eyes meeting directly. Below, the situation was a messy chaos of fl*ids splashing everywhere, yet above, only sweet words flowed as if he wanted to say nothing but good things.

“I love you, wife.”

“Ah, ugh, ha… uh!”

One hand gripped her shoulder to prevent her from being pushed away by his fierce thrusts, while the other squeezed her exposed, bouncing br*ast.

Whether from the grip on her br*ast or the man’s raspy voice whispering endlessly in her ear, her inner walls squeezed his c*ck even tighter, urging him toward cl*max. With the last bit of reason reminding him not to finish inside, Penchev gritted his teeth.

Lysith’s hand, which had been clutching the table, came up to wrap around his neck. In a slightly more stable position, a low sigh escaped between Lysith’s moans.

The various words pouring into her ears excited her even more. Words of love, how good it felt, asking if she loved him too… It was as if the man who usually spoke little and focused solely on possessing her had vanished.

As she shook helplessly beneath him, Lysith suddenly wondered if she had been too unresponsive. Well, he seemed to enjoy calling her ‘wife’ even without her response, but still.

She was about to say something when he began pounding into her spot again, rendering her speechless. The thrusts were so powerful that it felt like her pelvis was being pounded.

“Ah, ugh! Ah! St-stop…”

“But you like it.”

“Ah, no…! Ha, ah!”

The sound of his balls slapping against her perineum echoed in her ears. At the same time, the wet sloshing of his c*ck moving relentlessly in and out filled the room. The lewd sounds made her ears burn. Yet the auditory stimulation was so intense that when his c*ck hit her deepest spot, Lysith reached her climax, her whole body trembling.

“Ha, huh… huh…”

“Ugh…”

Previously, whenever she cl*maxed first, Penchev would continue widening her spasming, convulsing inner walls, sending her into successive climaxes. But this time, unable to hold back his own release, he quickly pulled out and ej*culated.

Thick s*men spurted from his massive er*ect*on, dirtying the hollow of Lysith’s abdomen.

As Penchev wiped the sweat from his chin and looked up, he met Lysith’s dazed blue eyes. Before he could say anything, Lysith spoke first, panting.

“Husband…”

“……”

“Weren’t you too excited today?”

The sound of his rationality snapping seemed audible as he gazed into her moist eyes.

Realizing something was off, Lysith noticed Penchev staring at her without blinking. What was this feeling like she’d lost her chance to sleep tonight…?

“Wife, I intended to stop here.”

“W-wait…”

“You provoked me first.”

…After that, her memories were fragmented.

What she remembered was the spectacle of flesh, the man’s excited breathing in her ears, his boiling tender voice, and her own mindless cries.

She seemed to have begged him to stop at some point, but perhaps too intoxicated by the situation, he continued to push her relentlessly.

It seemed he stopped only after she passed out from exhaustion, as she woke to find the room spotless as if nothing had happened, letting out a sigh.

‘Should I call him thorough…’

She lightly tapped her slightly sore waist, a remnant of the intense affair. Even with the passive, it was like this; without it, she’d probably be bedridden by now. Shivering at the thought, Lysith brushed her arms and focused on the system window that appeared as soon as she got up.

[Sub Quest Complete!]
‘LV.6 – Establish a Different Relationship Than Usual!’
Clear!
[Sub Quest Completion Reward Granted!]
[Reward: Passive ‘God of Acting’]

Frowning at the quest reward, Lysith wondered why she was suddenly given this. The quest reward seemed focused on deceiving the male protagonists.

Wasn’t it? She’s not an actress. Normally, she’d only act to hide something.

It’s not like situations like yesterday would happen often.

Well, it wasn’t entirely useless in everyday life…

But it felt odd to receive such a blatant reward as if she had something to hide from them. It seemed it would be useful for pretending to be cute, which didn’t suit her nature, but… It didn’t seem like she’d have a reason to use it.

[Next Level Sub Quest Granted!]
[Calculating Situation…]
[Suitable Sub Quest Generated]
[Sub Quest Prepared for You]
‘LV.7 – Try Putting Your Partner Below You!’
TIP! Sometimes, you need to know how to take the initiative.

“Ah, annoying…”

Judging by her experience so far, this seemed like the most challenging quest.

Ash*tes or Penchev might have accepted if she proposed it…

But the real problem was elsewhere.

[Warning: You have progressed from LV.4 to LV.6 with Penchev Heinz.]
[Subsequent Sub Quests cannot be completed with Ashites Deneb or Penchev Heinz.]
[Please target a new male protagonist.]

Only two men remained.

But what am I supposed to do?

When thinking simply and generally, wouldn’t both the Grand Duke and the Emperor be displeased with such a position…? Even if there was a possibility with Dietrich, I had a gut feeling it wouldn’t work with the Emperor.

“Sigh…”

The arrogance that could be felt just from hearing about him. Imagining what level it would be when meeting him in person made me feel like tears would come out.

Still, I wouldn’t know unless I tried, so Lysith encouraged herself and sat up with her heavy body. The sun was already high in the sky.

As soon as she sat on the bed, the door opened. When she turned her head, expecting Eve to come in as usual, she was met not by the cute, bob-haired maid, but by a robust, red-haired butler.

“Are you awake?”

“Penchev?”

Lysith, trying to figure out why Eve hadn’t come as usual, stopped thinking and leisurely washed her face as he led her. After a warm towel brushed her face, her braided hair was gently let down by his hands.

“Taking Eve’s job again?”

“…Not that, I thought it might be difficult for you.”

“So you do realize you made it difficult?”

“…I know you’re joking.”

“Oh. You’ve become quite perceptive.”

He sighed softly, as if he couldn’t help but laugh at Lysith’s joke, then tied her hair into a single braid and gently brushed the back of her neck with his hand. As Lysith slightly shrugged her shoulders at the touch, a small kiss landed on her cheek, telling her not to be tense.

After planting several kisses on her cheek, he lightly bit her cheek and turned her chin to meet her lips.

Though familiar with the intimacy, Lysith grabbed his shoulder, realizing that this morning wasn’t right for this. As soon as that thought occurred, a warning light went off in her head.

“Wait, uh.”

However, before Lysith could speak, his thick tongue invaded as if it owned the place, tormenting the inside of her mouth. The kiss was rough yet tender, sweeping Lysith away like a wave.

A light sound of water echoed in the room. As his lips pulled away after gently wrapping and sucking her tongue, saliva stretched like a silver thread.

“Ha, huh… Not now…”

“I know.”

Penchev, who had been staring at her slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks, embraced her and held his breath. Though she might not remember last night clearly, having been half out of her mind, he remembered it vividly.

How she writhed in pleasure beneath him, and how she matched his rhythm naturally, as if it were the most natural thing…

But he also knew.

That it was just a midsummer night’s dream.

Lingering regret made him sulk until this morning, but now it was time to wake from the dream.

“…Will you have lunch in your room?”

“Huh? Yes.”

“Then I’ll call Miss Eve, so please rest.”

Unlike his usual reluctance to part, Penchev withdrew neatly, leaving Lysith puzzled as she nodded in agreement.

What was that? Did he suddenly lose interest…? Perhaps her thoughts showed on her face, as he quickly kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

Left alone in her room, Lysith sighed deeply.

If only she could see the affection meter, she wouldn’t be so anxious about every little action. This game was frustrating from start to finish.

She brushed her bangs aside and looked out the window.

The lush garden scenery clearly showed that July was approaching.

Early July. The day to target the problematic Emperor was gradually drawing near.

* * *

“Ah, get lost.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

Ignoring his subordinate’s question, the man climbed into the carriage and knocked on it impatiently, urging it to depart.

Though the carriage had started moving, Ashites still wore a dissatisfied expression, clicking his tongue softly. Originally, he had planned to leave a week earlier, but the schedule had been delayed more than expected, making it a close call to arrive on time.

He really wanted to be her partner.

He was curious about what might have happened in his absence. Whether there were any strange people, any dangerous incidents, whether she was sick or struggling… Her face had been pale the last time he saw her, which left him uneasy.

He wished he could arrive a day earlier, but even with the use of magical tools, the best he could manage was to barely make it to the birthday celebration on time. He ruffled his blond hair with both hands and sighed deeply.

At this moment, he desperately wished for the teleportation magic that only appeared in pulp novels.