When leaving the guild, she quietly exited through the back door. She feared someone might have followed her. In the basement of this building were Hector and many Astian nobles, and she had learned of their plan to ambush the Peshar Imperial Palace.

Seeing the sun setting, Evelyn quickened her pace. But there was one thing she had forgotten. The Peshar capital was her first time here, and with many narrow alleys, she couldn’t find the inn where the Crown Prince had been staying.

‘I’m lost…’

Still, no one with any sense would dare touch her while she wore the imperial palace knight’s uniform. She could see people getting scared just looking at the sword at her waist.

The Turble Guild had been easy to find since it was on a main street, but she didn’t know the inn well. Even if she asked people one by one, would they know?

If she was too late, Jenkins would arrive at the inn and discover she had run away. Then wouldn’t all the general guilds join the search too? The thought made her suddenly afraid.

Walking with a troubled expression, her forehead bumped into a man with solid shoulders.

“Ah, sorry…”

Looking up, she saw Jenkins with his blonde hair and cold blue eyes looking down at her. Evelyn froze stiff. He wrapped his arm around her waist, but she couldn’t even think of running away.

“Finished sightseeing around town?”

“It was interesting since it’s different from Astia. I was trying to go back, but I got lost…”

“You got lost when you were right in front of it?”

“Ah…”

Jenkins pointed straight ahead with his finger. Seeing a familiar carriage parked there, it seemed to be the inn where she had been staying. Evelyn let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s fortunate.”

Jenkins spoke with a complicated expression.

“Right. Fortunate indeed. The law in Peshar is to feed runaway slaves alive to wild beasts. How fortunate that you came back on your own.”

“…”

“But you’ll still need to be punished. You did run away, after all.”

Jenkins grabbed Evelyn’s wrist and entered the inn. In front of his room stood a knight beaten so severely his face was unrecognizable. She had a good idea who it was. He stood n*ked, stripped of his knight’s uniform and sword.

The knight’s body showed considerable signs of beating everywhere. Evelyn felt sorry and stared at the knight, but Jenkins blocked her view.

“What? Want to roll around with another man?”

“That’s not it…”

“Hurry up and go in.”

When Jenkins glared at the knight, he quickly covered his genitals with both hands. His eyes were nearly swollen shut.

‘Did he originally look like that?’

Evelyn felt pure curiosity, but soon the door closed and she could no longer see the knight. As soon as they entered, Jenkins looked at her with a cold gaze. He crossed his arms and commanded.

“Take everything off.”

“…Fine.”

Evelyn removed her clothes with a calm expression. For Hector’s surprise attack to succeed, it was important to keep Jenkins’ attention focused on her. With each piece of clothing she removed, Jenkins’ persistent gaze touched her chest, neck, legs, and crotch.

Feeling an almost suffocating pressure, Evelyn removed even her remaining underwear. Jenkins examined Evelyn’s body piece by piece.

“You didn’t go out and roll around with another man, did you?”

“…Why would I?”

He seemed to be checking if there were marks on her body made by another man. Jenkins pointed to the bed.

“Lie down.”

Evelyn usually didn’t listen to him well, but today she was obedient. When she lay down quietly, Jenkins also removed his suit. Soon n*ked, he climbed on top of Evelyn’s body. Two thick fingers slid into her v*gina at once.

“Ungh…”

“…Still tight. But who knows… The thing belonging to the man you rolled around with might have been small.”

“Where would I have had the leisure to cheat while being chased?”

“Who knows. You might have sold this body.”

Jenkins spread Evelyn’s legs apart and brought his face close to her p*ssy. Evelyn was startled by his breath.

“What, what are you trying to do?”

“I’m smelling you.”

“What the…”

‘What the hell are you doing?’

She was about to say but held back. Why would he even inspect her like this? Why would it matter who a mere slave rolled around with? 

Jenkins stuck out his tongue and began licking her p*ssy.

“Haah…!”

Hadn’t Jenkins recently just satisfied his own desires without any f*replay? But now he was sucking there…

Evelyn reached out and gripped his hair tightly.

“Hngh. Stop…”

“I need to check more thoroughly. Here, does this feel good?”

His tongue licked her cl*toris while his fingers moved in and out of her v*gina. Evelyn unconsciously nodded at the pleasant sensation.

‘…Is this punishment?’

It didn’t seem like punishment. Evelyn stroked his head with her face bright red.

“Haah, haah. Jen…kins. This is too… hngh.”

Jenkins’ fingers increased to three. He continued to torment the inside of her v*gina while licking only her cl*toris with his tongue. Evelyn felt her lower abdomen tighten. Her small cl*toris gradually hardened, and strength entered her legs.

“Ahh! No more…!”

A large amount of love juice flowed from inside Evelyn’s v*gina. As her body went limp, Jenkins lifted Evelyn’s legs onto his shoulders. He stroked his c*ck with his hand, then aligned it with her vaginal entrance.

Thick, hard, and long like always. Jenkins’ thing, larger than the mock p*nis, overwhelmed Evelyn every time he inserted it. As he slowly put his c*ck in, Evelyn gripped the bed mattress tightly again this time. Though much love juice had flowed, her insides became tight when he entered.

“Whew… So tight.”

Jenkins squeezed Evelyn’s br*asts and moved with satisfaction. Evelyn looked at his blue eyes that seemed ready to devour her and swallowed her saliva.

“Ungh, Jen…kins.”

“For punishment… Right, so I can find you quickly if you run away again, a tattoo would be good.”

“…A tattoo?”

His hard gl*ns scraped against her vaginal walls as it entered deep inside. Evelyn held her breath and waited for his next words. It wasn’t Jenkins’ usual sly face. He gripped her slender neck tightly with both hands.

“Here.”

“!”

“If I engrave the royal crest, no one will be able to touch you. Of course, you won’t be able to run away either.”

“Wait…!”

Because of Jenkins thrusting roughly, Evelyn couldn’t speak anymore. Her legs swayed in the air as she watched him sucking her br*asts. Her waist was bent and she couldn’t move, but Evelyn unconsciously gripped his face tightly with both hands.

“Kiss… me. Ungh…!”

At her words, Jenkins frowned. Thinking he didn’t want to kiss, just as Evelyn was about to give up, he kissed her. The movement of his c*ck penetrating below slowed as the two slowly intertwined their tongues.

Jenkins’ hand gently stroked Evelyn’s head.

“Mmm…”

As their lips parted and the thrusting became rough again, there was no longer any killing intent in his blue eyes. Evelyn was satisfied with that.

* * *

However, she couldn’t stop him from getting the tattoo. Saying the tattoo needed to be done before entering the imperial palace, Jenkins brought a tattoo artist. The artist was a woman who very meticulously engraved the royal family’s crest on Evelyn’s neck.

Evelyn lay on the bed receiving the procedure, feeling somewhat complicated.

‘What will Hector and the other nobles say when they see this…’

The Peshar royal family’s crest, no less. The tattoo, which would never be erased for life, proved she was a slave of the royal family. Throughout the tattooing, Jenkins watched her from the side.

“Would text also be possible?”

“Yes.”

“Then please engrave ‘Jenkins King Peshar.'”

“Understood. Where would be the best place to engrave it?”

Even though it already hurt terribly, Jenkins made an additional order. When Evelyn glared at Jenkins, he grinned.

“On the right wrist.”

“Yes! Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

The tattoo artist hadn’t thought the person commissioning her would be the Crown Prince. But the moment she heard his name, she knew.

For several years, Peshar’s emperors had come from the King family. So there was no one other than the empire’s emperor and crown prince who used King as their surname in their full name. Enthusiastic, she engraved the letters on the lying woman’s wrist.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t jealous seeing the beautiful slave with silver hair and purple eyes. The royal family’s crest and the Crown Prince’s name – what slave had ever had such things engraved on their body?

As far as she knew, not a single one until now. The artist unconsciously muttered.

“I’m envious…”

“?”

When Evelyn looked at the tattoo artist with puzzled eyes, the artist covered her mouth with an ‘oops’ expression. Watching her sweat again while engraving the tattoo, Evelyn closed her eyes with a pained face.

‘When will this end…’

Though it hurt terribly, Evelyn fell asleep.

She woke from sleep to something foreign penetrating below. Squelching sounds echoed in the room. As her eyes gradually adjusted to the dark room, she stared blankly at the man thrusting inside her.

“Haah… Jen…kins.”

Jenkins was holding up one of Evelyn’s legs and thrusting his thing between them. Each time he pushed in deep, Evelyn’s body shook.