“Your thighs are completely visible…”

“Hmm. What should we do? This dress is the only clothing His Highness the Crown Prince has permitted…”

Jenkins probably hadn’t expected the dress to turn out this way. That’s why he entrusted his clothing to the most famous designer.

Evelyn shrugged her shoulders. There was no more time to make another, and Jenkins would be busy until the coronation.

“Fine. I’ll just wear this.”

The maids looked at each other with troubled expressions. Jenkins disliked her n*ked body being exposed since she was his property. You could tell from the cloak that covered her from neck to ankles. But such a revealing dress? There must have been an accident during delivery.

‘Hector will appear on coronation day…’

Evelyn was more worried about Hector than the dress. She left the ill-fitting dress on the floor and put her cloak back on. Holding her wooden sword, she spoke to the maids.

“…Then I’ll be in the garden, so call me if you need anything.”

“Lady Evelyn!”

One maid shouted at her. This maid had nearly died by a knight’s sword because Evelyn had arbitrarily given the palace to Louisa. She clutched the letter the designer had given her tightly.

“I’ll tell the designer to come re-measure! Otherwise, we’ll all be killed by His Highness the Crown Prince!”

Evelyn frowned.

‘D*mn it…’

She was angry, but the maid was right. Jenkins was the type who would do exactly that. Even if it was the designer’s fault, he would certainly punish the maids, so this wasn’t something to brush off easily.

“Do that…”

This time it was a shitty situation where she had to stay still and let the designer do whatever he wanted. Evelyn bit her lip.

The designer who was hastily summoned in the afternoon wore a triumphant smile. Evelyn had to send all the maids out of the room before having her measurements taken again.

“It’s an honor to meet you again, Lady Evelyn.”

“…You’ll die if you try anything funny.”

“Haha. Funny things, you say…”

The measuring tape wrapped around her pressed tightly against her chest. When Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, the designer approached and recorded the measurements on paper. He looked at her tightly compressed n*pples and licked them with his tongue.

“!”

He grabbed her right n*pple tightly with his hand and began sucking her left n*pple with wet sounds. When the measuring tape fell to the floor, his fingers began probing inside her entrance.

“Ugh…!”

Worried her m*ans might leak outside the room, Evelyn held back. He whispered in her ear delightedly.

“Please call for me often, Lady Evelyn.”

This was the man who had already taken all her measurements before but deliberately made a terrible dress. She glared at him, but the man didn’t care. He was absorbed in sucking her br*asts. When wet sounds echoed through the room, he chuckled and took off his pants.

“Wait… That’s.”

She was about to say he was crossing the line when he laid Evelyn down on the sofa.

“The ladies in the harem call for me frequently. His Majesty is one person – how could he love a thousand wives fairly? Many are neglected.”

‘Not me! I’m telling you I’m not!’

The designer stuck his tongue into her mouth. He tapped around inside her mouth and sucked her tongue. Slap, slap, he erected his member and pressed his c*ck dripping with pr*c*m against her entrance.

“Haa. I won’t let you be lonely. Beautiful lady…”

“Stop…!”

His hard gl*ns scraped against her vaginal walls as it entered. When Evelyn’s eyes widened, he smiled and began thrusting his hips. The designer’s eyes were full of l*st.

Since she couldn’t hit him or stop him, Evelyn just squeezed her eyes shut. If she endured just a little, the maids wouldn’t be scolded by Jenkins either.

Every time she heard the sofa creaking, her heart raced endlessly. She felt like Jenkins might open that door and enter at any moment.

“It would, hngh, be better if you, stopped…!”

The designer’s member was thick and long. He thr*st his c*ck inside with force, making her buttocks hollow.

“Ugh… What are you saying? When you’re gripping me so tightly and won’t let go…”

“Mmgh. No… That’s!”

Jenkins hadn’t come for several days. During her free time, she had enjoyed her freedom by exercising, but her body was hungrily sucking in the c*ck she was seeing after so long. The designer whispered in her ear.

“It’s fine. I won’t carelessly c*m inside His Highness the Crown Prince’s property. I’ll finish outside, so don’t worry.”

“Ha, mmgh…!”

The designer’s hand gently rubbed her cl*toris. Strength entered Evelyn’s legs again.

“Ah, hng… Mmgh…!”

“Does it feel good?”

Evelyn’s eyes became hazy. Something seemed about to come out from inside at any moment. 

His gl*ns continuously stimulated her vaginal walls. Their pubic hair rubbed together as the designer’s c*ck went deeper inside. His touch on her cl*toris was mercilessly rough.

“Aah…!”

Soon her legs stiffened and love juice gushed out from inside. When he thr*st into the limp Evelyn, the wet sounds became louder. The man kneaded Evelyn’s br*asts tightly and sucked her n*pples.

“Huu… Was it good?”

Evelyn only looked up at him with unfocused eyes. When she didn’t resist, the designer excitedly kneaded her br*asts mercilessly.

“…Ugh.”

The man lifted one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. Thrusting deep inside, he whispered to Evelyn.

“On coronation day, Lord Hector said to come to that place you recently saw.”

“What…? Hngh…!”

The designer said nothing more. He thr*st his hips urgently, then soon pulled out his c*ck and *jaculated on Evelyn’s face. Fishy s*men splattered thickly on Evelyn’s face.

“Huu… Pretty.”

The designer raised his hand and spread the s*men widely, smearing it all over her face. Evelyn frowned because of the s*men on her eyebrows. This rude designer was Hector’s spy?

“My name is Ian Harper. …I’ve met Lady Evelyn before, but you don’t remember me.”

“…Are you Louisa’s brother?”

Evelyn wiped her face with a towel from the table. The fishy smell of s*men wafted up. Ian nodded.

“That’s right.”

“…You look alike.”

Looking closely, he resembled Louisa with her blonde hair and golden eyes. Evelyn glared at him.

“There was no need to sleep with me, was there?”

He just needed to deliver Hector’s message – his actions were excessive. Ian smiled wickedly and pulled up his pants. He looked over Evelyn’s body regretfully.

“When doing dangerous missions, there should be compensation, shouldn’t there?”

“Ha…”

It was funny though. Marquis Harper and his son were working so hard to reclaim their country, while Louisa was making a fuss about taking the seat beside the Peshar Emperor.

The man who had been organizing his tools walked back toward Evelyn.

“I’ll send the dress by tomorrow morning.”

“…Are you making it?”

He kissed Evelyn’s hand and said.

“Of course. I’ve worked as a designer in the Peshar Empire for a long time. My current reputation is because of that.”

“…”

“While also working as a spy, of course.”

Looking at Ian’s wicked smile, Evelyn sighed. After he left, Evelyn bathed to erase the traces. No matter how she thought about it, she was angry about being taken advantage of by Ian. However, she couldn’t blame him for doing spy work in the dangerous imperial palace.

* * *

The next day, just as Ian had promised, a stunning dress arrived. The silver gown shimmered with amethysts and diamonds intricately embedded throughout its fabric. Evelyn couldn’t help but wonder how much such a dress would cost—there were so many jewels studded into it that it seemed priceless.

“…Wow. As expected of his reputation…! He wasn’t just any famous designer!”

“I’ll certainly stand out more than anyone.”

Evelyn didn’t like standing out. With no empress around, standing out wouldn’t look good. She glanced at the tacky dress Ian had given her before. However, it seemed better to stand out luxuriously rather than stand out badly and become gossip.

“What was the budget for the dress…”

Looking at a dress fit for an empress, Evelyn tilted her head. Seeing this, the maid smiled.

“His Highness the Crown Prince said no matter the cost, it should be made with the finest dress.”

So why spend such large amounts on a mere slave’s clothing was incomprehensible. Evelyn shook her head. Today she would attend the coronation then secretly slip away. But moving in such a flashy dress would probably get her caught quickly.

“Did you prepare the cloak?”

“Yes. But with the dress, do you need the cloak?”

“His Highness the Crown Prince is fickle, so it’ll be needed.”

“Yes.”

Shaking off the maid was also important. Anyway, she had to go to the Turble Guild that Ian mentioned. But could she really trust Ian? According to him, hadn’t he worked as a famous designer throughout his time in Peshar? Though he said he worked as a spy, Evelyn had heard nothing about Ian.

‘…It should be fine, right?’

Since she couldn’t contact Hector, she had no choice but to believe Ian’s words.