The Imperial Palace was a place with invisible eyes everywhere. Evelyn stared at Andrew, wondering if he had a death wish, as he casually licked the traces of her saliva from his lips.

“Molestation? My hands were behind my back. I merely leaned forward.”

“…”

“Look. That servant standing over there will testify for me.”

The servant Andrew had brought bowed his head. Evelyn hadn’t expected him to bring a witness—it was truly absurd. Andrew sat beside her and looked at her.

“…I wanted to become your escort on the journey to the Peshar Empire, but I wasn’t granted permission.”

“Ah. You mean when you said you wanted to have s*x with me on the way?”

“Yes.”

Andrew seemed to have lost all fear. Over the past few days, she had occasionally seen him drunk at parties. He had looked her over with those drowsy eyes, and if his father, Marquis Smith, hadn’t been the Emperor’s closest confidant, she would have driven him away long ago.

At least today he appeared to be in his right mind.

“Want to run away with me?”

“…What?”

Andrew whispered into Evelyn’s ear with a very serious expression.

“Honestly, do you really care what happens to this country? Even though you’re a princess, you haven’t received any particular benefits. So if you shed that position and become free, no one could say anything to you.”

“…Even if that’s true for me, don’t you have a lot to lose?”

“Well, not really? My father would, though. He presented my younger sister as an Empress candidate today so he could become a Duke.”

“That’s all for your sake, isn’t it?”

Andrew briefly looked down at the lush grass. There lay Evelyn’s wine-splattered white dress. Andrew had witnessed the earlier commotion. His eyes always tracked Evelyn’s movements.

“I never wanted any of that. Evelyn.”

“?”

“What I want is…”

Andrew grabbed the hem of her voluminous dress and slipped underneath it. When Evelyn tried to jump up in surprise, he firmly gripped her thighs.

“…Stay still. Just five minutes. This is what I want, Evelyn.”

“?”

Evelyn frowned at Andrew who had crawled under her dress. What on earth was he trying to do? Andrew’s upper body was inside her dress while part of his lower body was hidden by trees. He was so strong that she couldn’t escape.

The servant Andrew had called stood at a distance, seemingly keeping watch. He appeared to be monitoring whether anyone was coming. Since the Emperor had apparently entered the hall, no one else was in the garden.

“…Andrew. I’m warning you…!”

She felt hot breath between her thighs. Andrew was licking her womanhood through her undergarments. The sensation made Evelyn’s vision blur.

“Ah…!”

After licking between her thighs, Andrew removed her damp undergarments. He didn’t forget to plant a kiss on her slender thigh.

“Stop it…!”

Evelyn tried to raise her leg to stamp on his head with her shoe. But this only spread her legs wider.

With squelching sounds, Andrew’s fingers moved in and out of her. His tongue was sucking on her small bud.

“Hnn…!”

Evelyn was helpless against Andrew’s greedy tongue and his rapidly moving fingers. When his thick, firm fingers scraped against her inner walls, she clenched her fists.

“…Ah, hnng. …Stop.”

“It’s not like this is your first time, so why act coy? …I’ll make you feel even better. Okay?”

“Shut… up. If you don’t stop right… now!”

Evelyn protested, but far from stopping, two fingers entered her. Through the fabric of the dress, she heard his excited voice.

“Does it hurt? No, right? It feels good… doesn’t it, Evelyn?”

“Haa. Ha…”

With squelching sounds, that hidden place was filled with moisture. Feeling her skirt getting damp, Evelyn hit Andrew’s head with her fist. But there was no strength in it.

“…Like being hit with a cotton bat.”

“Stop, ngh. I told you… to stop. Even if you’re Marquis Smith’s son… nngh. I could charge you with… disrespecting royalty.”

Her insides felt tight, whether from ticklishness or pleasure. In this place filled only with bird and insect sounds, the squelching seemed to grow louder. Evelyn looked toward the castle where the ball was in full swing.

Since no one was coming out, Emperor Hector was certainly in the hall.

‘He must be looking for me…’

Hector always looked for her at parties. If he realized she was missing, he would become angry, so she needed to return to the ball quickly.

“I need to go… back to the ball… hnn. An…drew? Are you… listening? Nngh.”

But Andrew didn’t stop.

“Yes. It’s about time His Majesty arrives. They’re starting to select an Empress today. He’s probably dancing with the female candidates right now.”

“Then, ngh… please stop…”

“I’ll stop if you go.”

“…What?”

“Here.”

Suddenly three fingers entered her. She felt a fullness inside as the foreign objects filled her. Pain made Evelyn’s hands clench. But more than pain, she felt something strange. Along with the pain came a feeling that something was about to burst forth, making Evelyn gasp.

“Hnn…! Stop, ngh…”

“Right here. Is this where you feel it? If I used my c*ck instead of fingers, you’d probably come right away…”

“That…!”

The fingers filling her moved in and out while Andrew greedily licked the small bud that had hardened.

Suddenly Evelyn’s legs tensed. Her inner walls contracted rapidly, and fluid flowed out. Drained of strength, Evelyn panted for breath.

With slurping sounds, Andrew lapped up her fluids for a while. After cleaning her thoroughly, he emerged from under her skirt.

His mouth area was soaked with her fluids. Sucking his fingers that glistened with her essence, he looked down at Evelyn.

“…Satisfied with this? Or should I fill you with my c*ck?”

“…”

“Tell me. Whenever you want…”

Just then, a frighteningly low voice sounded.

“What are you two doing right now?”

When Evelyn and Andrew looked up, Hector was standing there. Beside him was Andrew’s younger sister, Polly Smith, who glared at her brother with disapproving eyes. Evelyn awkwardly stood up.

Her skirt was large and thick enough that no one would notice her missing undergarments, but she felt uncomfortably damp below.

“We were just… having a conversation.”

“…Were you two always this close? You tell me, Andrew.”

Andrew smiled brazenly with his usual shameless face.

“I’ve often spoken with Her Highness since coming here. She asked me what the Peshar Empire is like and what kind of person the Emperor is.”

“Is that so? She must be curious about her future home. However…”

Hector inhaled, facing the air.

“…There’s a strange smell.”

When his gaze moved toward Evelyn’s lower body, she clutched her dress tightly. Hector’s eyes focused precisely on the wine-stained pattern.

“You seem to have spilled wine by accident. I thought I smelled strong grape.”

“…I apologize for soiling the dress you personally gave me…”

“It’s fine. So that’s why you weren’t at the party.”

“…”

Hector mistook Evelyn’s flushed cheeks for embarrassment. He decided to show magnanimity.

“Evelyn. If you’re tired, you may retire now.”

“…Thank you.”

Hector looked at Andrew, who stood motionless.

“Andrew. Marquis Smith was looking for you. He seems to have found your bride.”

“Haha… Father is something else.”

Hector went back into the hall with Andrew. Left alone in the garden, Evelyn finally sighed in relief. Had Hector discovered what Andrew had done, given his temperament, he wouldn’t have remained calm. And the relationship between his closest confidant, Marquis Smith, and Andrew would have been severely damaged.

She didn’t want their relationship to deteriorate at this point. Hector couldn’t afford to lose Marquis Smith, his strongest supporter.