And the man who had squeezed his eyes shut while releasing his excitement looked down at his lower parts. He saw the part that the woman who heard his sounds and felt his movements could only imagine.

Between his lowered clothes, Kaiden’s member was wrapped in a white handkerchief, which was being soiled by the fluid he had released. The handkerchief was one that Dana had given him when she came to the knights’ training ground at Eluan Castle.

A neatly folded pristine white handkerchief. It had been too precious to even wipe sweat with, so he had kept it in its neatly folded state. And tonight, Kaiden had brought this handkerchief in his pocket when entering the bedroom.

Though he lay on his side with his back to Dana as usual, now he really couldn’t hold back anymore. But since he couldn’t leave traces of his *rousal, he finally wrapped his unbearably *rect member with Dana’s handkerchief. Though her scent had faded since he had kept it, he had preserved its neat and clean appearance, and now he gripped and stroked his protruding thing with it.

The more pleasure he felt, the more Dana’s handkerchief became disheveled. Looking at the crumpled handkerchief in his hand, his manhood buried in that pure whiteness, his excitement surged uncontrollably and his desire grew increasingly intense.

Before. Dana’s response when he had said the handkerchief would get dirty.

‘That’s what it’s for.’

‘Hah…’

Then you too. Are you waiting like this handkerchief to be soiled by me…

Though he tried his best to suppress his moans and movements, all his senses were focused on Dana behind him.

If Dana knew. If she saw him behind her back, unable to control his instincts, gripping his manhood wrapped in her handkerchief…

‘Like a beast…’

Yet he couldn’t hold back.

Trembling between self-cursing and uncontrollable desire, Kaiden finally realized Dana had awakened. He knew because all his senses were directed at her. He noticed the change in her previously peaceful sleeping breath, how her body had tensed.

Kaiden squeezed his eyes shut. What if Dana got up startled? What if she screamed? What if she ran away from him in fear? Then what would he do?

‘Could I stop myself from pinning her down?’

Could he endure without burying himself inside her, rather than in this handkerchief that couldn’t contain his heat or grip him properly?

But fortunately, Dana didn’t get up, and seemed to be trying to ignore everything. Kaiden felt both relief and frustration.

Amid these conflicting emotions, Kaiden continued pleasuring himself. Now he could no longer suppress his sounds or control his movements. The sounds of wanting to truly feel Dana leaked increasingly explicitly from his throat. His movements grew faster and faster, unable to satisfy his desire to enter her.

He wondered what Dana was thinking right now. Was she afraid, seeing him as a man crazed with lust, pleasuring himself in the middle of the night? Was she thinking his low birth meant he had no self-control? Or perhaps.

Kaiden looked down at his lower half. Dana’s lower parts that were now turned away from him could hold this heat and grip him tightly. He wondered if Dana, now turning away from him, knew this fact.

‘Damn it…’

The lewdness of a base man who couldn’t control his lower desires reached its peak. Kaiden reached his climax while tainted with lustful thoughts of completely defiling this woman who was still pure despite being married twice.

Dana’s handkerchief became wet with his thick *jaculated fluid. It soaked and sullied the white fabric with his instinct-filled scent and persistent traces of his time spent wanting Dana.

‘Ah…’

Without realizing it, Kaiden turned his head to look at Dana. He could see her burying her face in the pillow as if trying to sleep. Her rounded shoulders visible between her loose hair, her form showing beneath the thin summer blanket…

A woman who didn’t know his desire, still didn’t know, and would turn away even if she knew.

Kaiden’s lower parts stiffened again. The heat that made him hot rushed downward. It had grown countless times while Dana remained unaware, and would continue to do so even as she pretended not to notice.

He recalled Dana’s words about living as helpful friends for three years. Friends. The idea of friendship between him and her.

‘Who would get so hard…’

For a friend.

Folding the wet handkerchief, Kaiden suddenly sat up. His body was burning hot. It was too hot. The windows that the servants had opened in advance were of no help. The thin drawn curtains didn’t move at all.

Kaiden pulled off his top and threw it on the floor. Dana still lay there without reaction.

Kaiden lay his sweat-soaked upper body back on the bed. However, unlike how he had been lying all this time in this bed, he didn’t turn his back to Dana. He lay straight on the bed. And turned his head to stare at Dana who was showing only her back to him.

With the handkerchief still in his hand, he again gripped his *rect member.

“Huh…”

The movements began again. The suppressed moans began again. Kaiden watched Dana’s hair lying neatly on the bed. Those golden strands flowed prettily and demurely over the pillow onto the bed even while sleeping.

Kaiden raised his empty hand and stroked that hair on the bed with the back of his hand. He felt the smooth, thin texture of her hair against his hand. The only touch of Dana he could manage despite sharing a bed.

“Hah…”

Again the man’s instinct-filled sounds and movements began. Kaiden gripped Dana’s hair while feeling the sensations below.

Dana’s neat hair became disheveled by his hand. All night long, Kaiden pleasured himself while moaning, holding onto this refined woman who couldn’t know any of this as she turned away to ignore his shameful acts.

* * *

That day, Dana couldn’t quite remember how she had fallen asleep. While trying hard to pretend she couldn’t hear Kaiden’s moaning, she had somehow managed to fall asleep without realizing it.

When Dana woke up the next day, Kaiden was already gone from the bedroom. Dana looked at the empty space where he had lain last night. There were no traces on the bed, only the wrinkles in the sheets from where he had lain. Last night’s events seemed as if they hadn’t happened. Almost like it had been a dream.

‘I heard men do that sometimes.’

Though it seemed like more than once last night, that’s what she had heard anyway. She had also heard it was better than mixing bodies with just any woman to relieve s*xual desires.

The Kaiden that Dana remembered from her past life had never married and had never had rumors with other women. It was the same in this life until he married her. So he must be used to doing it alone like that.

‘Let’s pretend not to know.’

Because he would be embarrassed if he knew that she knew. That’s what Dana thought.

‘But we can’t stay like this.’

Neither continuing to stay at the palace nor sharing a bedroom because of it was a good thing.

Dana first said her morning prayers giving thanks for another day dawning, then called for her maid, who told her that Kaiden had gone to the training grounds early. Surprised, Dana asked:

“Did he go for mounted training again?”

The maid carefully offered her judgment:

“If I may say so, I heard there’s already a mounted competition happening in the capital, so I don’t think that’s it.”

That made sense too. Though she was worried he might be doing some other dangerous training somewhere, she remembered how he had scolded the knights when she visited the training grounds before, so she couldn’t go check directly. Dana decided to do what she needed to do.

After having a light meal and finishing her grooming, Dana said she would like an audience with the king right away. The maid bowed and went to deliver her request.

However, Taras refused Dana’s audience request, citing that he was busy. Dana returned to her room for now and waited all day for word from Taras. But Taras did not grant Dana an audience all day.

‘Still, I should be able to see him at dinner.’

Though there hadn’t been time until now, it seemed about time to have dinner together. No, it was completely improper to not have had dinner together yet after inviting guests.

But Taras didn’t arrange dinner this time either, saying he was busy because of the Solsita festival period. He only sent word through a servant that since he had no leisure to enjoy dinner himself, if she really wanted, she could arrange a time with the queen for dinner.

Since Bridget, who was clearly in a bad mood after the prince’s birth banquet, also notified that she had no intention of having dinner, Dana just had her meal served in the reception room to get through the meal somehow.