“…Yes. I won’t throw you out. I promise.”

“Sniff… I’ve heard that the words of noble people carry the weight of gold, hic. Do you really promise?”

When Lian answered that he would promise once more, Lyrica raised her head to look at him. Lian felt a strange sensation, like falling into her eyes that resembled a summer lake. 

A fire of possessiveness ignited within him, wanting to keep her under his influence. He chose to bind her in the same way his brother had.

“Yes. In return, you will call me master.”

“But I’m not a slave…”

“You’re the slave of Noel and me. It’s payment for saving your life. When we’re alone, call me master. You can manage that much, can’t you?”

‘Why do both Lord Noel and the Duke keep calling me a slave when they know I’m a commoner? Are they just saying it?’

Lyrica recalled the hero and saint pretend play she used to do with Lily when they were young. Lily was always the hero, and Lyrica was the saint. There was a time when Lyrica had to call Lily “hero” for an entire year.

It would be quite embarrassing, but she thought she could do it, considering it part of a game.

“Alright, Your Grace… so you promise!”

“You should call me master, shouldn’t you?”

“…Yes, master…”

At that moment, something heavy and hard pressed against Lyrica’s bottom while sitting on Lian’s lap. Startled by her movement, Lian let out a groan. He had become er*ect the moment Lyrica called him master. What is this thing that makes him feel this way…

“Haa… are you grinding against me asking to be f*cked?”

“N-no, I’m not!”

Lyrica hurriedly escaped from Lian’s embrace. Flustered, she went to the table, picked up the tray with food, and cautiously backed away.

“I’ve finished eating… I’ll go return this!”

A maid would be coming soon anyway. Lian deliberately didn’t stop Lyrica because he felt that if they stayed in the same space any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would end up laying her down and thrusting into her. She was in nightclothes, but they weren’t see-through, so it should be fine.

Wandering the corridor with the tray, Lyrica handed it to Kelly, the maid who had dressed her. When she apologized for not eating much, Kelly smiled and said it was fine. 

Returning to the room and finding it empty, Lyrica let out a sigh of relief. She had cried a lot today and was tired from yesterday’s ordeal. But she knew that if the Duke or Noel offered her cum, she would eagerly respond again. 

She could easily picture herself with eyes glazed over from pleasure. This damn aphrodisiac… Lyrica shook her head to clear her thoughts and jumped into bed.

At least she wouldn’t be thrown out, which was fortunate. But she couldn’t live like this forever, doing nothing. Perhaps she should look for work within the ducal residence? 

She would ask the Duke or Lord Noel for even menial tasks. Being useful would be better than being just a freeloader. 

Lyrica clutched her slightly hungry stomach and tried to go back to sleep.

* * *

Stirring to the sound of birds chirping in the morning, Lyrica felt a heavy arm around her waist and turned her head. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she saw Noel sleeping with his arm wrapped around her waist.

Lyrica blinked, gazing at Noel’s sleeping face. His flowing black hair gently covered his eyes. He’s handsome even with his eyes closed. His eyebrows are thick, and his eyelashes are so long…

Without realizing it, Lyrica reached out to touch Noel’s face.

She fingered his eyebrows, black like his hair, and stroked his eyelashes. She quickly withdrew her hand when Noel’s face twitched in response, but seeing that he hadn’t awakened, she resumed touching his face.

His skin is really good too. He’s a knight, why doesn’t his skin seem to tan?

After fiddling with Noel’s cheeks for a while, Lyrica was startled when a hand grabbed her wrist.

Sleep-dazed blue eyes were looking at her.

Noel placed Lyrica’s captured hand around his neck and buried his face in her chest, nuzzling against her. Now in a face-to-face embrace, Lyrica could only blink in confusion.

“Haa… let’s sleep a bit more. Be good.”

“Aren’t you going to the Imperial Palace today?”

“I worked late yesterday, so I’m not going today. Why, would you prefer I go?”

“No! Just… happy…”

Being with the Duke yesterday was so uncomfortable… Lyrica swallowed her true thoughts and buried her face in Noel’s hair. Suddenly, Noel sat up.

“Happy? To be with me?”

‘Didn’t you just say let’s sleep more? Why are you suddenly sitting up?’

Lyrica looked at Noel and awkwardly replied, “Um, yes…”

“Ha… where did you learn to say such pretty things? Making me aroused first thing in the morning. Damn it.”

“W-what?”

“I was going to feed you breakfast and suck you off, but it’s all your fault now.”

Noel moved down beneath Lyrica who was still lying down, lifted her skirt, pushed her underwear aside, and pressed his lips against her.

“Ahh!”

“Haa… so wet already in the morning. Do you put honey on your p*ssy every night?”

“Mmm… no, ah! Aah!”

Lyrica shuddered with pleasure. Her back arched like a bow at the sensation of his soft tongue sliding over her p*ssy, plunging into her entrance, and rolling over her cl*t. 

‘This feels so good… I wish he would keep licking me…’

Then Noel took her cl*t into his mouth and sucked hard. Lyrica trembled and reached a mild climax. It felt like floundering in waves of pleasure that wouldn’t stop.

“Haahng! Aah, hic! Haah! So good!”

“Haa… I was thirsty, this is perfect. Your p*ssy is absolutely dripping.”

Noel lapped up every drop of her juices, not wanting to waste any. He could drink just this instead of water. From now on, when he gets thirsty during training, he should look for Lyrica first. 

After removing Lyrica’s underwear, Noel grabbed her slender legs and began rubbing his p*nis against her p*ssy.

“Want me to feed you cum? Are you hungry? Are you gushing because you want to eat cum?”

“Mmm, please… mmm… cum…”

Lyrica wiggled her hips with a flushed face, begging for his p*nis. Each time the hard c*ck rubbed against her wet p*ssy, she felt like she would reach another shallow climax. She wants it inside quickly, c*ck, in my p*ssy.

“You should ask me to feed your p*ssy cum.”

“Aah… in my p*ssy, mmm… in Lyrica’s p*ssy, please feed me cum, mmh… I want Noel’s cum.”

“I’ll give you cum, but don’t spill any, eat it all. Understand?”

“Hic… hurry, hurry give it to me… c*ck, Noel’s c*ck…”

When Lyrica lewdly urged him, Noel thrust his p*nis into her p*ssy in one go. He found it endearing how Lyrica trembled and gripped his c*ck hungrily. 

‘I should definitely feed her cum every morning. That way she won’t beg my brother for cum when she’s in heat.’

Lyrica’s body rocked helplessly under the thrusting p*nis. When the c*ck she had been craving finally entered her, she cried out in ecstasy. Tears of pleasure soon began to form in her eyes.

Noel frantically kneaded her soft br*asts, nibbled on her hardened n*pples, licked away her tears, and thrust wildly.

“Haaah! So goooood! c*ck, Noel, haah, cum! Haaaah!”

Lyrica, who had been whimpering, screamed in pleasure and arched her back. Noel grabbed her, thrashing like a freshly caught fish, and ej*culated inside her.

“Haa… haa…”

‘Did I f*ck her too hard this early in the morning?’

Noel pulled a bell cord to order breakfast to be brought up, then carried the dazed Lyrica to the bathroom. One round doesn’t seem to be enough. He will do it once more while washing her.

* * *

From that day on, Noel fed Lyrica his cum every morning before going to work.

As soon as she woke up, she would be tormented by Noel, crying in pleasure, then carried to be washed, only to be fed cum again. After the consecutive sessions left her exhausted, he would carry her back to the room where breakfast would already be prepared.

Noel would sit Lyrica on his lap and fondle her hair and br*asts, sucking on her nape while she ate. 

Though he couldn’t understand his own behavior, Noel found it increasingly difficult to keep his hands off Lyrica the more time they spent together. He would leave for the Imperial Palace only after she finished her meal.

Exhausted from Noel’s morning attentions, Lyrica had no choice but to take a nap every day to restore her energy. When she woke up from her nap in the late afternoon, Duke Valter was always sitting beside her, flipping through documents.

Lian would sometimes pat the drowsy Lyrica and encourage her to continue sleeping. At those times, she would fall asleep to the rustling sound of paper being turned, like a lullaby. 

Some days, when she woke from her nap, both the Duke and Lord Noel would be looking at her. On those occasions, the two men would invariably take turns with her. Lyrica, still half-asleep, would have to service two c*cks, alternating between top and bottom.

Some days they would wake her up to talk. They would ask about where she had lived and worked, and when Lyrica recalled and answered, they would silently stroke her hair.

And Lian still insisted she call him master. Lyrica would call the Duke “master” as ordered, and then would end up whimpering and receiving cum in both her mouth and p*ssy many times. 

On such days, she would fall asleep early from exhaustion, only to wake up in the morning with Noel, who had returned from the palace, always by her side.

Lyrica’s daily life continued in this pattern.

Today too, after being exhausted by Noel, Lyrica was taking a nap when she woke to the touch of someone caressing her. The Duke was playing with her hair and face. Having grown quite accustomed to being with Lian, Lyrica spoke casually.

“Yawn… you’re here?”

“Yes.”