What day was it? 

Noel suddenly came to his senses while twirling Lyrica’s hair around his finger and fondling her br*asts.

Reflecting on it, three days had passed. Noel couldn’t hide his bewilderment. Had he really been holed up in this room for three days, completely captivated by a woman? 

Though he was on leave after the slave trader subjugation mission and his duties weren’t affected, Noel was shocked by his behavior, seemingly consumed by lust, when he had never neglected training even on his days off.

What was this woman that made him act this way? 

Countless women had approached him because of his reputation as the second son of the ducal family, Imperial Knights Captain, Sword Master, and his handsome appearance, but this was the first time he’d felt this way. 

He had always coldly rejected women who openly tried to seduce him, yet with this woman, his body had moved first, brazenly taking her under the pretense of helping. He had even been so captivated by her that he spent three days and nights devouring her. 

Most disturbing was that even after recognizing his uncharacteristic behavior, his desire for Lyrica hadn’t diminished at all.

The servants of the ducal household were equally perplexed. Young Master Noel was usually obsessed with work and swordsmanship, never staying home except when at the training grounds. 

Yet suddenly he had brought a woman home, ordered her to be bathed, dismissed all attendants, and secluded himself in the room with her. Faint moans constantly emanated from the room, and when servants entered to deliver meals, they found the young master cradling the sleeping woman in blankets, gazing at her with tender eyes. 

When he sensed servants approaching, he would quietly gesture them away with a nod, fearing they might wake her. Whispers grew increasingly frequent in the typically quiet ducal residence.

The cotton candy-pink hair rustled briefly, and Lyrica woke up, shifting her head. Noel was still absentmindedly kneading her br*asts, shocked at his own behavior.

“Mmm… Lord Noel…”

“Uh… oh, you’re awake?”

Lyrica wanted to go outside now. She couldn’t keep imposing on him forever. Though she had lost her letter of recommendation, if she mentioned her connection to Priest Emil, perhaps some priest who remembered him might still be at the temple. Lyrica sat up from where she had been leaning against Noel and said to him:

“I’m truly grateful for all your help. I think it’s time for me to leave…”

What is this tiny mouth saying? Leave? Go where? 

Noel’s mind snapped back to reality. He was in such turmoil because of her, yet Lyrica was calmly talking about leaving him. Heat rose to the top of his head. To keep her with him, Noel presented logic that even he knew made no sense.

“Where do you think you’re going? You can’t leave. You’re my slave.”

“W-what?! Why would I… I may not have a family name, but I’m still a free citizen!”

“I saved you from being sold into slavery and fed you my cum deliciously. How is leaving any different from repaying kindness with enmity? You’re mine now. Besides, do you even have anywhere to go if you leave here?”

Startled by his barrage of accusations, Lyrica looked at Noel with tears welling in her eyes. His coldly hardened face wavered through her tears.

“Hic… if I go to the temple and explain my situation…!”

“You can’t become a priestess even if you go to the temple. The first requirement for priestesses is purity, and I’ve filled your p*ssy with enough cum to fill it ten times over. You think you can become a priestess with such a lewd body? Go ahead if you want divine punishment.”

Lyrica was too shocked to think straight. Purity was a requirement for priestesses?

She had thought that with her healing power, things would work out if she had her letter of recommendation. She had hoped to find a way forward even without it, but if she couldn’t become a priestess because she had lost her purity, what was she supposed to do with her life?

She had never considered any path other than becoming a priestess. From the moment she had left the orphanage holding Emil’s hand, Lyrica’s future had been set on becoming a healing priestess. But that dream had been shattered by a few days of intimacy.

Lyrica trembled in panic. Noel drove the point home with his words:

“So just stay here and enjoy eating my c*ck. Hmm? Would you rather leave and end up spreading your legs for any man, begging to be f*cked when the drug takes effect again?”

Lyrica could only shed endless tears. He was right. Even if she successfully sought refuge at the temple, she might be thrown out for begging for cum when the aphrodisiac’s effects surged. 

Why did this happen to her? 

The mountain village girl who had lived with the brightest heart couldn’t think of anything in the face of this misfortune.

“Hic…. sob… hic….”

Noel, who had been watching Lyrica with an uncomfortable expression, pulled her into his arms and patted her back.

Was he too harsh? But she needed to face reality. Where would she go without him? She might be sad now, but once he gave her his c*ck, she would soon be moaning with pleasure.

“Stop crying now. Okay? Tell me if there’s anything you want to eat. I’ll have it brought. Or would you like me to put my c*ck in you? Want to taste my cum?”

Noel whispered sweetly, like soothing a child. But Lyrica buried her face in his chest and shook her head. The knight who had saved her was both stern and caring. How could he back her into a corner like this, then hold her so tenderly?

Thinking about it calmly, what had the knight done wrong?

He had saved her when she was kidnapped and about to be sold, and given her lodging in a room so splendid it seemed fit for a princess when she had nowhere to go. When she begged for his cum, he gladly gave it to her. 

The food he fed her had a marvelous taste Lyrica had never experienced before, and the bed she slept in every night was incomparably softer than the straw bed she was used to.

But what if the knight grew tired of her?

All this good fortune would end. She would be thrown out onto the streets with nothing. When the aphrodisiac made her go into heat, she would grab any man and beg for cum. Lyrica didn’t want to imagine such a miserable life.

What should she do? Lyrica couldn’t stop her tears.

Crying in Noel’s arms until she passed out, Lyrica slept for two whole days, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow. After confirming she was asleep, Noel attended to his backlogged work and trained at the practice grounds, coming back to check on the sleeping Lyrica whenever he had a moment to spare.

On the day Noel’s leave ended, Lyrica rose unsteadily from bed and spoke to Noel, who was bringing her a bowl of soup.

“Lord Noel. If I can’t go out alone, would it be alright to go out with you? I’d like to see the garden.”

Noel looked at Lyrica with a complicated expression, then pulled a bell cord to summon the maids.

“Take her and dress her properly. Prepare tea and refreshments at the garden gazebo. Also, prepare to move her room next to mine.”

“Yes, young master.”

“Miss, please come this way.”

Lyrica followed the maids. They immersed her in a bath with essential oils that gave off a subtle lavender scent. After thoroughly washing the relaxed Lyrica with rose-scented soap in the warm water, they carefully dried her hair. 

The maids took the clean Lyrica to the dressing room, where they dressed her in a pretty yellow dress and braided her hair with flowers.

“You look like a spring fairy, miss. You’re so beautiful.”

“Th-thank you…”

Lyrica couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked in the mirror. A beautiful young lady who looked like a princess stood in the reflection. 

‘Is this really me?’ 

Unable to believe it, she touched her hair and pressed her cheeks with both hands. The princess in the mirror mimicked her actions. Lyrica turned to the maids with a bright smile.

“Thank you so much. It’s so pretty!”

The maids briefly squinted, dazzled by her radiant smile.

When Lyrica went down to the garden guided by the maids, Noel, who had been waiting for her, turned around and froze.

“……Lyrica.”

“Lord Noel, how do I look? Thank you so much. I’ve never worn such beautiful clothes before!”

Lyrica, who had been depressed until this very morning, was beaming with an angelic face. Seeing her happy made him feel satisfied and tightened things below. 

He wanted to carry her upstairs right away, tear off that dress, and pound her like a dog, to see that pretty face crumble with pleasure and hear her whimper.

But looking at Lyrica’s gaunt face after barely eating for two days while suffering, he didn’t think she could handle his f*cking. Noel held out his hand, thinking about what to feed Lyrica immediately after their walk. Lyrica shyly took his hand with a smiling face.

Lyrica had never seen such a beautiful garden before. The forest in her village had been beautiful too, but these meticulously trimmed garden trees, the deep green maze garden, the colorful beautiful flowers, and the butterflies and bees flying between them were so fascinating and beautiful. 

After looking around in wonder, she realized she had become hungry. Somehow knowing this, Noel took her to a gazebo. There, fragrant tea, delicious cookies, and appetizing bread were arranged on pretty plates, delicately decorated with gorgeous flowers.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful!”

Watching Lyrica happily eating the pastries, Noel thought it wouldn’t be bad to come out like this occasionally if he could see that expression. If he took her to the famous bakery in the capital, she would probably faint with joy.

Just then, Lyrica spoke to him.

“Excuse me, Lord Noel.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Thank you for letting me stay in such a wonderful place. I think I’m truly fortunate to have met such a kind knight like you.”

Damn, why does she say such cute things with that pretty mouth? Feeling his recently calmed p*nis rising again, Noel said: “If you understand, then don’t talk about leaving.”

“I won’t leave! But… if you ever get tired of me… I wanted to say that you can send me away anytime… I’ll manage somehow on my own.”

“I won’t send you away. You’re my slave, remember? A slave stays with their master until death.”

“I’m not a slave…”

“I’ll take back the slave comment if you promise not to leave.”

Lyrica’s mood improved considerably at Noel’s confident answer. Though she was definitely not a slave, seeing him firmly state that he wouldn’t send her away calmed her anxious heart. 

Considering her situation, staying here was the best option. If Lord Noel hadn’t brought her here after she became addicted to the aphrodisiac, she shuddered to think what might have happened. 

If he would let her stay, she would do her best. As a knight of the imperial palace, he must get injured often? She would do her utmost to heal him each time.

Noel stared blankly at Lyrica, whose face had relaxed into a giddy smile from relief. He suddenly picked her up and carried her from the garden back to the room. 

He sat her in a chair at the table and began forcing more food on her, even though she had already eaten plenty of bread and pastries. 

Lyrica ate everything Noel gave her until her stomach felt ready to burst, then fell asleep from exhaustion.