“The Second Prince seems to like me. He came to find me after the opening ceremony.”

Achilleon, who leaned back loosely against the chair, raised his gaze to look at Hari.

“And?”

“I was invited to the Sun Palace… Don’t you think it’s a good opportunity?”

Hari deliberately omitted mentioning the gold coins. Perhaps it was the last bit of pride remaining after having already shown her lowest point to this man. She didn’t want to tell him that Antor had thrown a pouch of gold coins at her while discussing her worth.

“Fine, go.”

“What?”

“Go to Antor if that’s what you want. You can’t miss an opportunity like this.”

Hari had thought she would need to persuade Achilleon since he had previously expressed negativity about her plan. But he gave permission too easily. Hari blinked in confusion.

“Go to him, take as much as you can, and bring me anything useful.”

He tilted his cup without giving Hari a glance.

“If it seems dangerous, come back.”

Hari, who had been staring at his calm movements, questioned him.

“But you’ll be in danger then too.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, taking back one prodigal who left and returned.”

“…What does that mean?”

The woman smiled.

“It means I can embrace you no matter what shitty situation arises.”

Though he hadn’t drunk much, his words came out differently than intended. Achilleon frowned.

When he closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, he saw Margharita still smiling. Achilleon turned his gaze away. In truth, the problem had a predetermined answer. From the moment Margharita opened that door and walked into his bedroom on her own, the option of cutting her out never existed.

“Do you really want me to go to Antor?”

While he regretted this decision that might become a trap, a warm hand touched his cheek. Hari gently cupped one side of his face and whispered.

“Your eyes don’t seem to be saying that. Why did you suddenly change your mind when you told me not to go?”

With each step she took into his embrace, the sound of thin silk brushing against skin stimulated his sensitive ears. At that moment, Achilleon saw it. The enchanting smile she had freely given to other men at the ball now graced her lips.

But a slight tremor ran through the hand touching his cheek.

“Because you want it.”

Even her clumsy attempts to seduce him stimulated him. Despite seeing through the situation completely, his lower body grew hot. With a wry smile at his own pathetic state, Achilleon leaned back loosely and stared directly at Margharita. The woman’s momentum faltered at the changed atmosphere.

“What do you think I’d do there?”

“Well. Isn’t this a choice you made knowing the consequences?”

Once he admitted it, his mind felt more at ease. The woman, on the other hand, seemed flustered. But Margharita didn’t back down. Standing between his legs, she slid her increasingly sensual touch from his cheek down to his neck.

“Antor will strip me n*ked and mount me.”

“……”

“He and I will be locked in a bright red bedroom, mixing our bodies tirelessly. Sometimes we might make love in the outdoor garden. Like snakes copulating wantonly, rubbing against Igrito’s roots, I’ll be… promiscuous. A complete mess.”

As Hari continued speaking with a trembling voice, complex emotions suddenly filled her face. She appeared dumbfounded by her own words.

“Would you really not care if I did such… such things with Antor?”

Her provocation stood unlike anything he’d ever heard or seen in his life, yet its effect proved quite potent. The statement should have made him burst into laughter, but he couldn’t even manage a wry smile.

“Is that so? You seem to like getting messy, princess.”

“Don’t call me by that title.”

Achilleon stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back.

“If I’d known you had such tastes, I wouldn’t have stopped at just once that night.”

Margharita blushed as she recalled the night of the Imprinting Ceremony. Achilleon grabbed that beautifully flushed face and immediately lowered his lips. He forcefully parted Margharita’s lips and devoured them in one breath.

A languid moan escaped from her sharply tilted neck. Achilleon, who had climbed on top of the woman pushed onto the bed, thrust his tongue deeper. She must have just bathed, as a fragrant scent of perfumed oil rose strongly from her body. Achilleon kissed the tip of her trembling chin while his hand unfastened her fibula.

With a snap, the golden ornament fell, and the soft fabric slid down below Hari’s round shoulders. As one layer was removed, the rest of the fabric came undone, revealing a dazzling n*ked body. Her large, swaying br*asts captured his gaze.

After lightly sucking on Hari’s lower lip, Achilleon moved downward. His hands already greedily grasped her br*asts. He spread his fingers wide to knead them, and when he rubbed the red peaks with his knuckles, the woman threw her head back and gasped. The curved line of her neck appeared intensely sensual. The moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated the woman’s neck where blue veins stood out prominently.

“Aah… haa.”

His tongue, which had descended while licking the white flesh, lapped at the droplets that had formed in her cleavage. When he gently applied pressure and rubbed, her n*pples quickly stood er*ect. He extended his tongue and slowly flicked the soft peak up and down. With each rub of his hot breath against the peak, the woman’s moans, like those of a cat, grew deeper. He sucked firmly with his mouth and probed the inside of the split n*pple with the tip of his tongue.

“Ah, stop… ha…”

Achilleon positioned himself between her legs while still biting her br*ast. In an instant, her slender thighs spread apart on either side. Embarrassed by how wet she had become down below from the moment they kissed, Hari repeatedly tried to close her legs.

Achilleon swept back his hair and threw off his clothes in one motion. The prominent lines of his muscles filled her vision first. His body, devoid of any excess fat, resembled an elegant leopard. Smooth without any unnecessary elements, yet simultaneously as solid as if carved from rock without a single flaw. His skin color looked like golden sand, and the heat he emitted matched that of the desert.

His thick abdominal muscles writhed strangely with each breath, seemingly containing something alive, and between his thighs, spread along the muscle lines, sat his prominent center. His physique, like a steep mountain carved out, filled the narrow bedroom with its presence.

Hari inhaled blankly at the sight of his manhood, which hung heavily, unable to bear its weight even in its engorged state.

Achilleon, who had raised his upper body, stared at Hari beneath him. Throughout their piercing exchange of gazes, reading the silent man proved difficult. Embarrassed, Hari slightly closed her legs. Though she had thrown herself at him, she couldn’t act as shameless as Antor’s women no matter how she considered it. However, Achilleon didn’t leave Hari to her own devices.

The beast who put his hand between her knees stared openly at her red flesh. She felt herself getting wet under his gaze that suggested he would devour her. He massaged her white thighs and rubbed his thick gl*ns between her split entrance. His thick finger pushed into the entrance that gushed fluids. The sticky inner walls swallowed his finger like a phallus. Hari swallowed her moans with her head twisted to the side. A shiver ran through her each time his finger, moving back and forth, rubbed against the blunt end.

“Haa… hu, ah. Mmm…”

Her toes curled involuntarily. Just as she grew accustomed to the pleasure of him rubbing her down there bit by bit, twice the pleasure overwhelmed Hari.

“Ah… hu, ah!”

Her plump, swollen cl*toris was sucked into Achilleon’s mouth. The fingers stirring her below increased to two, pulling Hari down into the mire of lust. Hari shook her head while rubbing it against the pillow. Every time his tongue stimulated her cl*toris, clumps of fluid poured out.

Sucking sound, the lewd noise echoed from below. His tongue, which had wedged its way in while his fingers widened the entrance, accurately found the point of stimulation. His tongue, which lifted her cl*toris and licked along the folds, appeared incomparably obscene. The owner of the greedy tongue slid a third finger into the pulpy, swollen interior. Just that made her feel completely filled below. Hari, who had turned pale, urgently grabbed his wrist.

“Ah, ah!”

The fingers embedded below moved faster. Squelch, squelch. Her ears burned at the sound of fluids clumping and mixing. Her b*ttocks had been soaked for a long time. Her weakened legs spread like frog thighs. The hand thrusting between her widely spread thighs looked excessively obscene. When his thumb rolled over her cl*toris, Hari arched her back and let out a moan that nearly became a scream.

Achilleon, who had grabbed her trembling waist with both hands, pressed his gl*ns against her entrance. Holding the base of his alarmingly large manhood, he rubbed the shaft against her entrance, coating it with her fluids. The moment he pushed his wet phallus into the flesh that had opened to the size of his gl*ns, a low exclamation escaped his lips.

“Haa…”

The inner walls, so tight they felt about to burst, wrapped around him like waves. The hip movements that started gently accelerated. With each bounce, the overflowing fluids splashed. Hari, who had been clutching the bedding as if tearing it, wrapped her arms around Achilleon’s neck.

Pound, thud. Her golden hair shook wildly with each thrusting motion.

“Ah, ah, ah…! Hngh…!”

Perhaps he had been waiting for this situation all along. To see the woman’s mask-like face, to peel away her shell-like hardness and see every bit of her tender flesh. To swallow without leaving a trace the core that emitted a sweet scent like the fruit of Igrito.

“I wanted to confirm what lust is.”

This thirst that dries my mouth every time I see you.