‘What if I become a laughingstock for the soldiers.’

Even in her drunken state, Misha’s entire body momentarily froze at the thought.

But the room that appeared before her was an extremely elegant private chamber. The place known to be the most expensive in Madam Frieze’s clubhouse.

“…Who are you.”

Under the dimmed chandelier light, a man frowned with displeasure.

Seeing his face illuminated by the flowing light, Misha’s eyes widened.

“Oh……”

Looking at the only person in the room, she genuinely admired him despite her drunken state.

“Wow, you’re handsome……”

Tall with a solid build. A broad chest and a trim waist without any excess.

Golden hair gleaming in the dim light of this room.

Beast-like red eyes.

From his aura, he seemed to be a man of high status to anyone who looked at him.

However, the expensive liquor made her more intoxicated as time passed. Her vision blurred, and she almost fell forward.

“Ugh!”

“Hey.”

But Misha didn’t collapse ungracefully onto the floor. It was thanks to the man who grabbed her upper arm.

That vibrant body was extremely close. So close that the man’s scent and warmth pierced through her drunkenness with intensity.

The man also stared down at Misha’s face.

Black, silky hair. Silver-blue eyes.

A woman with a pitiful impression who looked incapable of harming anyone.

“Being drunk alone in a place like this……”

His voice was so deep it seemed to reverberate inside Misha’s chest.

With the alcohol affecting her, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous? Go back.”

But Misha burrowed into the man’s embrace.

“…It’s okay.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t do this.”

“It’s okay.”

If anything happened to her, the hounds would come to save her anyway.

They couldn’t let a gap form in their valuable personnel.

Though if she dug deeper into whether that was genuine concern, she’d only feel sad.

The man sighed long and hard as if troubled.

“Is someone waiting for you?”

“Someone waiting…?”

“Yes. Where are your companions?”

“……”

“They’ll be worried. Which room is yours? I’ll take you there.”

Misha’s foolishly grinning face from the alcohol began to crumble. Her throat felt painfully tight as if filling with moisture.

“Someone waiting……”

There was no one anyway.

Had there ever been?

Her family only cared about the ‘compensation’ while she rolled through dangerous missions as a noble lady, and her fiancé had left abruptly to find ‘an easier partner.’

The hounds were precious colleagues, but even they sometimes made Misha, the only ‘noble woman’ among them, feel lonely…….

‘Everyone draws a line in the end.’

Even colleagues of the same gender didn’t understand her, and those of the same class didn’t know her bitterness.

Then who would understand her true feelings?

Misha wrapped her arms around the neck of the man before her.

He smelled of musk that warmed her heart, and he felt solid.

“I’m lonely.”

And so Misha revealed her true feelings for the first time to a man she’d never seen before.

“I’m so lonely……”

Misha whispered softly into the man’s ear.

“Do something about me.”

***

Chatrud Saverhagen couldn’t help but marvel at the capital’s appearance after nearly a year away.

‘How is there no change between a year ago and now?’

Was the idiot Emperor unaware that he was aging? He was wallowing in luxury and pleasure, rolling around in young women’s skirts.

The women forced to suck on that old flesh for power were almost pitiful.

‘And if he’s gone senile, he should just die quickly. He’s still making babies at that age, keeping the political situation unstable.’

That’s why Crown Prince Theodore Baskerville kept starting wars. It was a warning aimed at his political opponents and other imperial family members.

A warning that if they resisted, he would cut off their heads like the enemy.

Just as he had eliminated several of his siblings before ascending to the position of crown prince.

…Of course, he naturally denied it, claiming they were accidental deaths.

‘And he’s the funny one who takes credit for my victories.’

Chatrud’s victory against the heretics at the border was only natural. After all, he had been living a life of constant battle on the battlefield because of his ‘ability.’

Still, returning victorious naturally felt good.

Good enough to bring his subordinates to the most famous Ruby Clubhouse in the capital and give them a budget to ‘drink until they die.’

But he himself was taking a breather in a private lounge prepared next to it. He felt stifled thinking about what would happen in the capital from now on.

‘More medals at parties, it’ll be chaotic…… Good grief.’

The day would end with pretending to be friendly with the worthless Emperor and his son, receiving praise from people, and spending the night with alcohol or women.

Life is predictable. Lukewarm and boring.

He just couldn’t die peacefully until he completed the one remaining mission in his life.

Still, Chatrud thought his life path was obvious. At least until a black-haired woman suddenly tumbled into the room.

His first thought upon seeing her was naturally…….

‘Ah, is this a pr*stitute sent by the madam of this place?’

Only the madam knew that Grand Duke Saverhagen was staying in this room. She might have sent a woman from the club to score points with a high noble.

‘But for a pr*stitute… what is this?’

The woman was too plain. Seriously.

A clear face with almost no makeup. A woman with black hair and strange silver-blue eyes, not the bright blonde hair or blue eyes favored by the Empire.

She wore a black dress as if she’s trying to be seductive, but well……?

After scanning the woman’s body, Chatrud concluded she wasn’t his type.

‘She’s too thin.’

Plus, she didn’t wear any perfume.

It seemed like a fawn who had wandered into the wrong room rather than a pr*stitute.

“Wow. You’re handsome.”

And she seemed somewhat foolish.

The woman, thoroughly drunk, was smiling with a relaxed face.

Still, Chatrud tried to show some mercy and send her away nicely. But the woman’s response was that ‘no one was waiting for her.’

The woman burrowed into his arms and mumbled like a child.

“I’m lonely.”

“Hah……”

A woman who gets drunk and clings to men saying she’s lonely was exactly the type Chatrud despised.

These women were usually one of three types:

Prostitutes approaching for money.

Noble women aiming for the position of ‘Grand Duchess Saverhagen.’

Or assassins targeting his neck.

…As the last thought occurred to him, he became somewhat wary. So he gently grasped the woman’s neck.

It was an extremely slender neck.

Pressing firmly on the spot that would cause instant death if he restricted her breath, he whispered kindly.

“And so?”

There, he mercifully gave her one last chance to escape.

Either come to her senses and run away now. Or die with a broken neck.

But the woman just whined with a face that looked like she might cry.

“Do something about me.”

And the woman kissed Chatrud first. It was a kiss infused with the sweet, lingering scent of liquor. Contrasted with the woman’s plain body scent, it was quite a strange stimulation.

The woman eagerly bit his lips and moved her tongue around.

Chatrud matched her efforts moderately before raising an eyebrow.

‘I don’t particularly reject a woman who takes the initiative. But……’

She was too clumsy. Just like someone who had never kissed before.

He matched her kisses for a while before grabbing her waist in frustration.

“Hey.”

“Hmmmm……”

“Open your mouth.”

“Hup, ah, mmm!”

He pulled her body close against his waist, then parted her surprised lips and took her wandering tongue into his mouth. 

He traced down to the base of her tongue, teasing it while probing the delicate inner mucous membrane with the tip of his tongue. 

After a while, the woman ran out of breath and scratched at his shoulders, finally breaking the kiss.

“You.”

“Haah……”

“Is this your first time?”

The woman stared with a blank face before nodding.

“Your first time?”

“Yes.”

“Both kissing? And having s*x?”

“Yes… yeees……”

“……”

Chatrud ended up rubbing his face at that answer.

Whatever the woman’s identity was…….

‘First-timers are troublesome.’

There’s a lot to be careful about, and seeing them in pain during the act is a turn-off. Why should he be constantly mindful of others during s*x that he’s doing for his own pleasure?

What Chatrud Saverhagen hated most was troublesome things.

‘This won’t work. I should tell her to leave.’

But could the woman have sensed Chatrud’s thoughts? She burrowed into his arms again and whispered.

“…Do it for me……”

“Are you telling me to service you?”

“But…”

The woman rubbed against him and whispered softly. Her warm body temperature slowly transferred to him.

“I’m lonely……”

“…Tsk.”

Why did that word strangely stir his heart?

He easily picked up the woman and headed toward the canopy bed.

Countless women had thrown themselves at him like this before. But it didn’t matter. If she was a noble woman or a pr*stitute, he could simply never deal with her again.

And if she was a spy or assassin?

‘I’ll just twist her neck before she leaves this room.’

The woman complied willingly as he removed her dress.

When only her corset and undergarments remained, Chatrud decided to revise his first impression.

‘She’s more worth looking at than I thought.’

She wasn’t voluptuous like the Empire’s ‘ideal woman.’ But she seemed to enjoy exercise, as she was toned and firm without excess fat.

And when he untied the corset strings, her compressed br*asts popped out. When he lightly brushed them with the back of his hand, they jiggled like pudding.

As he enjoyed and caressed that sensation with one hand, the woman forgot the mood and giggled like a child.

“Mmmm, it tickles.”

“Hmm. So you don’t like it?”

“No……”

“Ha.”

Chatrud looked at her dreamy face and let out a deflated laugh.

At that moment, a side table entered his view. On the elegantly curved round table sat a small glass bowl containing several candies.

‘This madam has quite the taste.’

They were clearly candies laced with aphrodisiacs.

As he took one out, the candy reflected the light with a glossy red hue.

These candies had one side slightly concave so that one could easily hold them in the mouth by inserting the tongue. They also dissolved quickly for faster absorption into the body.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Keep this candy in your mouth.”

Chatrud spoke as if instructing a child and placed the candy in the woman’s mouth. The woman opened her eyes wide and nodded slightly.