Misha gazed at the bathroom with tearful eyes. She never wanted to enter that bathroom again.

This was truly horrifying.

‘I’m insane. This is insane.’

That Grand Duke was a beast. And she, swept up in the atmosphere, was a crazy fool.

But when white stars burst before her eyes, there had been no way to resist the pleasure.

She had definitely begged and cried for more.

‘Was I always such a l*stful woman?’

Just as Misha buried her face in the blanket to self-flagellate, she heard a whisper in her right ear.

— Misha. Misha!

『Ah, Mastiff…?』

Misha’s eyes flew open at her colleague’s voice.

When one becomes a tracking hound, the Crown Prince engraves a “call” in their ears through his “ability.” This allowed the tracking hounds to communicate with each other. And now, she could hear the voice of her colleague, Lord Mastiff.

He was the only colleague among the tracking hounds who held a proper noble title. Perhaps because of this, he treated “Lady” Misha warmly.

Almost as if he understood her loneliness to some extent.

Additionally, they had become tracking hounds around the same time and at similar ages, making them particularly close.

— Misha, where on earth are you?

『W-well. I’m currently—』

Despite their closeness, Misha couldn’t honestly confess.

How could she tell her male colleague that she was “currently with a man at Madam Frieze’s clubhouse”?

But Mastiff hurriedly whispered to her.

— Today is the day for our mission…

『What?!』

— Not “what.” Don’t you remember what we decided during our meeting?

『Ah, th-that!』

— Anyway. Get ready and see you later, Misha!

『Got it!』

Misha jumped up from the bed, still n*ked.

‘This is really bad. What about my clothes? Ah!’

Misha found her clothes thrown in a corner of the room. Thankfully, the dress and underwear she had worn yesterday were intact.

‘Can I make it back to the mansion quickly, change, and go?’

Misha glanced at the bathroom while hurriedly dressing as quietly as possible.

‘I really need to escape this time.’

If that man caught her again and stripped her clothes, she had no confidence she could leave this room.

She was beginning to doubt her own self-control too.

“Ahng!”

Misha, who had risen hastily from the bed, almost collapsed to the floor.

Despite her trained body, her thigh muscles and p*ssy were extremely sore from excessive activity.

“Ah, ahuk…”

When her underwear grazed the br*asts he had bitten and caressed, an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.

Her white br*asts were marked with red handprints and purplish bruises.

‘T-this is all really—’

When she had fallen to the floor, the Grand Duke had deliberately tormented her br*asts until her n*pples were swollen.

He had taken large bites of her br*asts while pressing his pointed tongue against her n*pples. The other br*ast he stimulated by slowly circling the n*pple with his thumb.

Misha had sobbed because she hated it.

She knew there was better pleasure to be had, and resented him for tormenting her br*asts.

So she had spread her p*ssy herself. She begged while rubbing her cl*t against the man’s visibly *rect shaft.

‘Please, put it back in, again…!’

‘Misha. What did I tell you to say?’

‘Aaaah, ah, f*ck me, inside me, ahng!’

Her legs tensed and her toes cramped. But Misha, unaware of her shame, swayed her hips and begged.

‘Ha, ahng! There, ah, more, more inside, ah!’

‘Here…?’

‘Hik, yes! Haahng, wait…!’

The cl*max from their earlier lovemaking belatedly surged.

Feeling dizzy enough to black out, Misha rubbed her head against the carpet and burst into tears.

She truly thought she would die then.

When she felt the dizzying sensation of being pushed off a cliff, Misha grabbed the Grand Duke’s arm and screamed in pleasure.

‘Hic, wait! Ah, aah!’

‘There’s no waiting.’

At that moment, the Grand Duke’s eyes shone like those of a fierce beast. Misha screamed when he roughly bit her n*pple.

He pinned both her wrists to the floor and growled.

‘Don’t provoke me any further.’

…Recalling that moment made Misha’s face burn bright red.

Herself, crying out that it felt so good, desperately entwining tongues with the Grand Duke and swaying her hips.

But now she really had no time to waste.

‘Get it together, please…!’

Misha rushed to the door.

But beyond it, she could hear soldiers talking loudly.

‘Ah. The Grand Duke’s subordinates!’

They were probably on their way to have the meal provided by the clubhouse. If she went out now, she would definitely encounter them.

Misha quickly and silently ran to the window.

The red-light district only comes alive at night. Which means, while the sun shines, nobody comes out.

‘Just like now…!’

Looking down at the ground from the window, she saw no one was around yet. No one would witness whatever feat she was about to perform.

Misha quietly jumped from the sixth-floor window.

***

‘I must be crazy.’

Chatrud quietly dried his face in the bathroom and caught his breath.

He had barely escaped from Misha’s body. He’d lost count of how many times he’d washed away the traces of their lovemaking. But thinking of her made his c*ck subtly raise its head again.

The sensation displeased Chatrud, making him frown.

‘Was Madam’s aphrodisiac stronger than I thought? Or why else would I act like such a beast?’

Just before they first joined bodies, they had tasted red candies together. Perhaps he had built up more tension from the war than he realized.

However, though he had often abstained during war and then released with women, he had never gone this far.

‘…Honestly, I’ve never had a partner who matched me as well as that woman.’

He had to admit it.

In Chatrud Saverhagen’s life, he had never encountered someone with such fantastic physical compatibility.

Each time he thr*st deep inside her, he felt like his waist was melting away. Chatrud, who had initially planned to tease and enjoy her, at some point lost all composure and became completely absorbed.

The woman, being her first time, naturally had no technique. Yet there was something strangely stimulating about her that affected his heart.

‘Though I’m not sure what it is.’

Even now, the sensation of Misha remained vividly stuck to his palm.

He clenched and unclenched his hand several times, imagining beyond the bathroom. Misha was probably collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.

Her firm, slender white body. Her dark, glossy hair.

And that expression.

He had acted like a dog in heat since dawn just to see those silver-blue eyes filled with tears.

‘Yes. I like her expression.’

He really liked the expression Misha made when she was deeply immersed in pleasure.

She would shed tears while unhesitatingly surrendering to lewd desires. Each time she begged with such an expression, he felt a strange sense of conquest.

‘Put your thing back inside me.’

Recalling her face as she whispered with those small lips made blood rush to his c*ck until it hurt.

When he heard those words, Chatrud lost his reason for the first time and drove into that woman right here in this bathroom.

“Kuk.”

Chatrud gritted his teeth and gripped his c*ck. He began to stroke it quickly up and down, intending to take care of it quickly.

“Ugh. I really…”

The woman was now collapsed from exhaustion.

It was impressive that she had matched his pace in joining bodies, but he couldn’t push her any further.

“Haah… Huu.”

But remembering Misha’s whimpering expression made his c*ck continue to twitch on its own.

As if asking why he was doing this unsatisfying act when there was a hotter, tighter haven available.

However, Chatrud clenched his teeth and finished m*sturbating. He roughly caught his breath and stared at the bathroom door, which was fogged with steam making it impossible to see outside.

‘She confirmed her name was Misha.’

Seeing her frequenting such a clubhouse, she probably wasn’t a noble. Was she a pr*stitute or a commoner then?

‘Perhaps she works as a waitress under Madam Frieze. Either way, it doesn’t matter.’

She was a better partner than mere idle amusement.

Soon there would be an annoying victory celebration, but what if he sent his adjutant Chesher in his place and spent all day rolling around with that woman?

It seemed like a good idea.

‘And even if… she’s an assassin sent by someone, it doesn’t matter.’

Previously, there had been those who targeted him by putting beautiful women in his path. People who envied his reputation as the “Lion of a Hundred Victories” and tried to exploit a weakness.

Each time, Chatrud had killed all the women and their backers too.

But what if this “Misha” was an assassin?

‘…First, I should tie her limbs to the bed posts.’

He would tie each limb to a post, and attach silver clamps to her swollen n*pples. He would torment her reddened cl*t by rubbing it until she was soaked with arousal.

He planned to torment her to the edge without letting her reach cl*max.

‘That woman loves it when I thr*st deep inside.’

And he would feed her red candies, making her beg through tears.

Until she broke, speaking lewd vulgarities of her own accord.

Until he decided whether to k*ll her or not.

‘That woman has quite a sight-worthy crying face.’

The sadistic impulse in his heart smirked. Recalling Misha’s tearful face made his waist ache.

But when Chatrud emerged from the bathroom, his face hardened.

The woman who should have been collapsed in the room was gone.

***

Misha first returned to the Grey mansion, then sighed at the remnants of the vulgar party left on the floor.

Torn card pieces. Rolling bottles. Dirty stains on the carpet…

Misha sighed tiredly and rubbed her face. At that moment, an old butler approached her as she touched her forehead.

“Miss, you’ve returned. Where have you been all night?”

“Ah, I was late because I attended a banquet.”

Misha vaguely explained away her night-long absence from the mansion.

Only her parents knew that she was a “tracking hound.” So she lied to the non-noble servants that she was late at night because of banquets.

…Considering Misha’s public status, this was actually normal. It was just a daily life she couldn’t actually enjoy.

Misha looked around, relieved that she had changed her clothes before encountering the old butler.

“By the way, where are Mother and Father?”

“……”

“They went out again?”

The butler slowly nodded at Misha’s indignant question.

The Grey family was a small family barely clinging to the capital. The income from their small rural territory was naturally meager.

Despite this situation, the Viscount couple spent money fearlessly. Specifically, the money Misha earned as a “tracking hound.”

Since crying and getting angry was useless, Misha had to secretly hide her allowance after becoming an adult.