“Ah, Bella.”

Leon released her hair and instead gripped her chin, pulling it upward. Bella looked up at him with an expression half confused, half fearful.

“How naive. Do you think I was there by coincidence?”

“Then…”

“I was there because I saw Everitt Myers pushing you onto the balcony with a look that suggested he wanted to shove his c*ck in your mouth right then and there. I went there deliberately to save you. If I hadn’t opened the balcony door from outside at the right moment, what would have happened to you?”

So the door being open wasn’t because Everitt hadn’t closed it…

“To be honest, your rushing out first was unexpected, but that doesn’t change the fact that I saved you.”

Leon gently stroked Bella’s cheek.

“You’ve dirtied your benefactor’s clothes, so you should be punished, right? Since you made the mess, clean it properly with your mouth by sucking and licking. If you do a good job, I’ll forgive you.”

Before Bella could say anything, Leon pushed her head toward his chest again.

“…Hic.”

Bella bit her lip. Had she entered this unbreakable dream just to be treated like this? What had she done wrong? She had simply loved this game too much and played it repeatedly.

“You’re the one who said you’d do anything.”

Leon’s voice carried a subtle pleasure.

No. This isn’t Leon. Her Leon wasn’t like this. Yes, this isn’t the real Leon because this is a dream. This situation must be a dream, not reality.

‘I’ll pretend to go along with it and then escape.’

Even with that resolve, she couldn’t find the courage to lick. Bella remained trembling with her face forcibly pressed against Leon’s chest. Then Leon’s hand slowly moved down her back.

“If you don’t lick quickly, I’ll take it as a sign that you have no intention of repaying the favor, and I’ll take what I want.”

Just before his hand reached her b*ttocks, Bella squeezed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. The smooth sensation of silk and the strong taste of cognac felt strange. Through the silk, she could feel the man’s firm, taut muscles against the tip of her tongue. Her mind felt like it was going crazy.

“Stop.”

After just two or three licks, Leon removed his hand from the back of her head.

“It seems you don’t intend to do it properly. This is terrible.”

He scolded Bella while unbuttoning his shirt one by one with one hand. As his hand moved, the front of the shirt opened, and soon Leon’s bare chest was exposed before Bella’s eyes.

“I’ll give you a second chance. There won’t be a third. It’s wet all the way through, so lick it properly this time.”

Her face was pressed against Leon’s chest once more. The pressure of his hand on the back of her head and shoulders hurt.

‘I’m scared…’

Finally, Bella began to slowly lick his bare skin as instructed. It wasn’t an exaggeration that it was wet all the way through. The taste of premium cognac was on every spot her tongue touched.

Perhaps it was fortunate. The alcohol scent was so strong that she couldn’t even smell Leon’s natural scent.

Leon pressed down harder on her head and shoulders, pushing her lower. As if telling her to lick the rest too. Starting from his chest, the area she had licked down reached his upper abdomen and approached his navel.

Bella tried not to think about anything. She deliberately ignored the masculine contours she felt on the tip of her tongue. She just closed her eyes, focused only on the cognac scent, and brainwashed herself into believing she was merely drinking alcohol.

But that self-hypnosis was shattered by Leon’s words as he stroked her head gently.

“Good. You’re doing well.”

As he said this, Leon unbuckled his belt. Bella was startled. Surely he wasn’t expecting her to lick all the way down there.

“N-no. I can’t do any more.”

Bella pushed Leon away with all her strength and raised her head.

“I did everything you asked. I licked your shirt, and, and even below that. Please let me go now. Please.”

“You dare push me away?”

Leon pulled forcefully on the belt buckle in his hand. The belt slid completely out of his pants. Seeing the leather belt whip through the air, Bella was terrified.

“P-please…”

“I’ll decide when it’s over or not. And it’s not over yet, Bella. There’s still a wet spot left.”

Leon took Bella’s wrists, her face pale and frozen, twisted them behind her back, and bound them tightly with the belt so she couldn’t resist anymore. Then he made her kneel on the floor, positioned himself directly in front of her, and unbuttoned the front of his pants where the belt had been.

His fully er*ect member sprang out and slapped against Bella’s cheek.

“Ugh…”

“Look at this. It’s all wet because of you.”

Leon gripped himself and waved it in front of Bella’s eyes. It glistened, wet not with alcohol but with pre-fluid.

It hurt. The fact that she’d been slapped on the cheek by something so absurd while in such a humiliating position and that she couldn’t even rub the stinging spot.

Bella slowly raised her gaze. The enormous member pointing threateningly upward and the golden hair at its base. Through the wide-open shirt, she could see his lean yet firm abs and pectoral muscles, wet with cognac and her saliva. And that handsome face, chin raised, looking down at her arrogantly with downcast eyes.

Despite threatening her to lick his c*ck after supposedly saving her from Everitt who had “a look that suggested he wanted to shove his c*ck in her mouth,” he wore a beautiful smile that could bewitch anyone.

Seeing that smile, Bella realized her situation.

‘…I was destined to be violated by them in turns.’

Perhaps having an appearance similar to Natalie’s was a sign that this would happen from the beginning.

A woman who looks exactly like the Princess appears before male leads who love the Princess but can hardly even kiss her properly. And with the insignificant status of a lowly lady-in-waiting.

Who would say anything about f*cking a mere lady-in-waiting? Especially when the men in question are a war hero, the ruler of a Grand Duchy, and the crown prince of a nation.

‘From the start, I was designated as a substitute for Natalie to satisfy their desires.’

She recalled the faces of the two male leads who had pounced on her without warning. And here was the third man trying to possess her. All men she had loved.

‘Why? Why me? Why am I having this dream?’

Was this even a dream? She could only hope it was.

Looking down at Bella’s face, a mixture of confusion and despair, Leon spoke.

“Ah, Bella. Can you even imagine how much that expression of yours excites me?”

Leon rubbed his gl*ns against her lips. The transparent fluid that had pooled at the tip spread across her lips along its path.

In contrast to the thick column with its bulging veins that looked terrifying, the foreskin was surprisingly soft, and beneath the scent of cognac was the smell of a male. Leon’s smell.

“Open your mouth.”

A tear rolled down from Bella’s eye. She swallowed dryly and opened her mouth.

“Mmph.”

Leon’s c*ck suddenly pushed into her mouth. Bella couldn’t even take half of it. Just barely accommodating the gl*ns filled her mouth completely.

Not knowing what to do with her compressed tongue, she wriggled it as if swallowing saliva, and the rock-hard column tensed, making her breath catch.

Suddenly, she remembered words she had heard a few days ago.

‘Don’t use your teeth, move your tongue more…’

Words she had heard while wandering the garden with Florian.

Words that sounded like a man teaching a woman how to perform oral s*x. They were so vividly imprinted in her mind precisely because they had been so disturbing to hear.

‘This damn dream.’

Bella cursed inwardly. Had this dream calculated that Leon would demand f*llatio and deliberately planted that couple in front of Bella?

She tried to move as the man in her memory had instructed. It was only because she wanted to end this quickly.