“That won’t happen. I’m going to make a woman who can’t win anyone’s favor into a Consort.”

“What? There’s a woman like that?”

Cliff nodded at Violet’s words. He’d already seen her during the document screening. That appearance—you couldn’t even call her a woman!

“Her face looks like a wild boar’s, and her expression is fierce. She looks more like a man than men do. I heard she’s the leader of the Kali Mercenary Corps.”

“…The Kali Mercenary Corps?”

The leader of the Kali Mercenary Corps was extremely famous. There was a saying that when she appeared, the living turned into the dead. 

There were also rumors that she laughed while covered in corpses, that she participated in wars because she enjoyed eating people, and that whenever she showed up, the country she belonged to would win. Violet stammered.

“Why would she…?”

“It was written on her resume. That her dream is to be a good wife and mother. …At 25 years old, she just barely makes the cutoff. Mother recruited noble women up to 25 years of age.”

“…Her dream is to be a good wife and mother?”

“Yes. It’s rather amusing. Heh.”

Cliff raised the corners of his mouth and laughed. That brutish, muscular woman’s dream was merely to be a good wife and mother!

And she was the leader of a mercenary corps that even men found hard to join.

“Well, who would like a woman like that? No one will take her, so of course her dream is to be a good wife and mother! The men under such a woman can’t be proper either. Under a woman! Tsk tsk. How weak must they be to serve under a woman?”

Cliff showed off his muscles to Violet.

‘She’s a woman anyway. No matter how brave the rumors say she is, she’s still a “woman,” so the rumors probably just got inflated because she’s unusual.’

Violet was a bit worried, but she’d heard that this woman Kali was from a fallen noble family anyway. She said,

“That woman Kali—I heard her family fell into ruin. There’s talk that she can’t even get married because she has no dowry. How much could she possibly earn as a mercenary? …Couldn’t you just select her as a Consort and then pay her off to send her away?”

Cliff stared at Violet intently. Sometimes Violet was surprisingly well-informed for an ignorant “commoner.”

Violet began gently stroking his lower region.

“Lord Cliff…”

“Violet?”

After Violet stroked him a few times, Cliff’s member, which had been limp, began to stand at attention. Cliff caressed Violet’s pale face.

Violet looked at him with tears welling in her eyes.

‘Right. Violet is just a pitiful commoner. A poor woman who knows nothing. I have to protect her.’

Violet knelt down and took Cliff’s member fully into her mouth. Cliff stood there receiving her service and let out moans.

“Ugh. Violet! I always think this, but your tongue is truly… a gift from God!”

“Mm. I only need you, Lord Cliff. Mmm.”

When Violet opened her mouth, it was very large and swallowed his manhood whole.

Her tongue was so large and slick that it wrapped around his entire length. She produced so much saliva—Cliff had never seen a woman who could lick him as well as she did.

The Crown Princess was a Marquis’s daughter, and sleeping with her was so boring. Compared to Violet, she had no sensuality at all. Every time felt like thrusting into a log.

‘Violet is very proactive. Unlike other noble ladies… She puts on a pitiful face but she’s really lustful.’

“Ugh!”

Cliff cl*maxed in Violet’s mouth. She swallowed everything, gulped, and looked up at him.

“It was delicious… Lord Cliff.”

“Hehe. Violet. Get me hard again. I can’t be the only one enjoying myself.”

“Yes, Lord Cliff.”

Violet put Cliff’s member in her mouth again. She sucked him diligently. The fishy smell of what she’d swallowed earlier made her stomach churn, but if it meant pleasing him, she could do anything.

Cliff enjoyed being serviced without lifting a finger, and Violet could accommodate everything. She was skilled.

The Consort Selection Competition.

The competition was held inside the imperial palace. It was open to women 25 years old or younger, including fallen nobles. About 30 women who had been carefully selected participated. The rest had been eliminated during the document screening.

No one knew whether 1 person would be selected or 10—it was all up to the Empress, “Isabel Davis Chev.”

Of course, she’d organized this ridiculous competition to make the woman she wanted into the Crown Prince’s Consort. And beside her sat the final decision-maker, her son and Crown Prince, “Cliff Davis Chev.”

Isabel cleared her throat and spoke.

“Ahem… Actually, I didn’t expect the Crown Prince to help so actively. I heard you even personally handled the document screening.”

“Mother. Even though they’re Consorts, this is a gathering to choose my wives. How could I just sit by and do nothing?”

With his shoulder-length golden hair and golden eyes, Cliff looked every bit the “Imperial Prince.” The Empress felt proud whenever she looked at her son. He was handsome no matter how you looked at him.

‘Who gave birth to him, really… His Majesty should be grateful to me. But his taste in women is severely lacking.’

The Empress clicked her tongue internally. Violet—where did he find such a lowly commoner and make her a Consort?

‘Without even getting my permission!’

Thinking about it still made her bl＊＊d boil. Though her appearance was beautiful, she was a lowly woman of unclear origins.

If he was going to fill his harem with commoners like this, she’d rather fill it with daughters of fallen nobles. The Empress resolved herself.

‘Cliff is still naive. He fell for a woman like that because he hasn’t been with many women. If I fill his harem completely, he won’t do that again. I thought he’d be satisfied with just the Crown Princess if there were no Consorts, but the Crown Princess is lacking. She has no sensuality.’

A virgin woman couldn’t possibly have sensuality. That’s why she raised the age limit to 25. Non-virgins were fine too! As long as she could steal her son’s heart away from that commoner woman.

Even that commoner woman wasn’t a virgin, she’d heard. When they investigated her past, she’d apparently been a pr*stitute working in a tavern.

‘No matter how much I tell him, Cliff won’t listen when it comes to that woman.’

[Don’t slander my wife, Mother.]

It was like talking to a brick wall. Isabel deliberately organized this competition to have Cliff personally select the women. That way, feelings might develop where there were none before.

Cliff propped both legs up on the square table with a thud. He looked at the women standing across from him with the table between them.

They ranged from fallen nobles to a Marquis’s daughter. When the women’s eyes met his, their faces flushed. This happened all the time, so Cliff didn’t even care anymore.

But he couldn’t see the woman he wanted.

‘Where’s Kali? I deliberately passed her documents.’

Actually, Kali’s appearance wouldn’t normally pass the document screening.

But Cliff was more interested in her background than her looks. That’s why he’d been intrigued by her resume and passed her documents.

‘Interesting. If she’s that strong a woman, she’ll block everything directed at Violet. There’s no woman more useful as a shield.’

The women wore very modest dresses.

Dresses buttoned up tightly to the neck didn’t catch Cliff’s interest. Apparently because the “Empress” was hosting, the noble ladies had taken care to make their clothes look proper.

Cliff sighed. Violet always wore revealing dresses that clung to her body.

‘Really terrible. Without that woman leader Kali, I’ll be too bored to stay.’

Just then, the door burst open with a bang and a woman with robust muscles appeared.

The red dress she wore didn’t fit her body—it was too small. The neckline was so low her br*asts looked ready to spill out, and the skirt was so short her thighs were completely visible. Her upper arms were so thick the sleeves had rolled up.

Empress Isabel, watching her, opened her mouth wide in shock.

“Wh… why is a woman like that here?”

The Empress was only now looking at the noble families’ resumes and realized there was a photo resembling this woman.

It was absurd. Cliff had been in charge of the first round of document screening.

Crown Prince Cliff grinned. His face was full of mischief.

“She’s here. The woman I selected.”

“Gasp. Cr… Crown Prince. A woman like that won’t do. In this sacred imperial palace, how dare… Mercenary corps? Leader? Ha.”

Looking at her resume, the Empress was so dumbfounded she couldn’t speak further. Cliff said,

“Mother. I haven’t said I’ll take her as a Consort yet. I just selected her for entertainment. Otherwise, how boring would this competition be?”

“Is… is that so?”

The Empress wiped the sweat from her forehead. Of course. The Crown Prince has eyes—there’s no way he’d select a woman like that as a Consort.

Cliff looked at Kali, who was completely out of place here. Her solid thighs and br*asts that looked ready to burst out.

‘…Not as bad as I thought. Much better than women in stuffy dresses.’

Strange. Should you really experience multiple women? He became curious whether even a woman with a boar-like face would make “ahhh” sounds like Violet when underneath him.

Cliff had little experience with women.

He’d only been with two women—Violet acted like she’d die of pleasure the moment his member entered her, while the Crown Princess thought moaning seemed immodest and held back her sounds.

‘That’s why it feels even more like doing it with a log. Ugh.’

But the leader of a mercenary corps, a muscular woman—seeing her br*asts ready to burst out sparked his interest.

Though he had no intention of bedding her. Looking at her face made him feel queasy.

Even the lowest-ranking maids in the imperial palace were prettier than Kali. Cliff wasn’t attracted to women like that either…

‘But her face is actually quite…’

Long black hair tied in a ponytail with burning red eyes. Though her muscles were solid, surprisingly her br*asts and b*ttocks were large, so her figure wasn’t bad.

Violet knew how to please a man, but she lacked stamina and couldn’t maintain the woman-on-top position for long. Cliff, who liked the woman-on-top position, found that somewhat disappointing.

Kali seemed like she could fill that gap, so Cliff had expectations. Cliff moistened his dry lips with his tongue.

“Shall we begin then, Mother?”

“Y… yes.”

Empress Isabel still looked shocked. However, seeing the Crown Prince so full of enthusiasm didn’t feel bad.

Anyway, as long as she could remove that fox-like Violet from her son’s harem, what couldn’t she do?

“Th… then let’s start with greetings and self-introductions.”

The Empress spoke. Her lady-in-waiting came out and lined up the 30 women in rows of 10. The woman at the front came forward and introduced herself to the Empress and Crown Prince.

Kali found it hard to breathe because of her small dress.

She’d already given up on the corset. She was the leader of a mercenary corps and didn’t wear cumbersome things like corsets. With even the slightest breath, the small dress felt ready to burst.

‘Even if I was busy, I should have ordered a custom-made dress. Sigh.’

Looking at the other women, they’d all come beautifully dressed in fancy gowns. They looked down on Kali and some deliberately bumped her with their elbows as they passed.

The women whispered about Kali from behind.

“Coming dressed so scantily. Since her looks don’t measure up, she’s trying to catch the Crown Prince with her body.”

“Who would like a body like that… Who would like all those muscles? Men like delicate, slender bodies above all.”

Kali felt wronged but held it in. It wasn’t like she’d deliberately come half-n*ked.

‘My opponent is a woman who could die from one punch. I need to restrain myself.’

She clenched her fists. Her fists trembled.

She could see Crown Prince Cliff up close.

If she could just see him, even if she failed, she could participate in competitions like this several more times.

‘Lord Cliff…’

Meeting him at a ball in her childhood was the most beautiful memory of her entire life.

At 175 centimeters, with shoes on, her head nearly touched the ceiling.

So Kali bowed her head even lower. Doing so, her bulk blocked two women standing behind her.

Cliff sat yawning in boredom. The noble ladies’ introductions were formulaic and uninteresting. Glancing toward where Kali stood, she was hunching over, seemingly because the ceiling was low.

When he’d seen her resume, he’d thought it would be fun, but seeing her in person seemed even more entertaining.

He especially hadn’t expected her to come in such a small dress. The way her n*pples protruded through the dress fabric was unexpectedly lewd.

‘They’re pretty big, aren’t they? Hmm. I’d like to see them directly.’