Betty explained to the puzzled Lyrica that since she was a guest of the ducal family, she should be treated with respect. Though Lyrica tried to speak more formally since then, she still wasn’t used to it.

When she went out to the garden, the sun was indeed strong, just as Betty had said. Should she take walks at night when it gets hotter? Would the Duke and Noel allow it?

While admiring the fresh green leaves glistening in the bright sunlight, Lyrica spotted the mage she had met yesterday in the distance.

“Mr. Mage!”

The golden-haired young man turned around at Lyrica’s call. Lucas’s eyes showed signs of embarrassment. He hadn’t expected to meet her again so soon.

“Lyrica?”

“You came again today! Did you come back because you couldn’t meet the Duke yesterday?”

“Ah… Lyrica. I have something to apologize for.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lucas Valter.”

Lyrica’s mouth fell open in shock. Valter? Then he must be the brother of the Duke and Noel! Lyrica hurriedly bowed her head in a show of respect.

“I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were a young master… Please forgive me if I was rude.”

“No, no, Lyrica. I’m the one who should apologize. I came home and saw a stranger, so curiosity got the better of me. I’m sorry.”

Lyrica was surprised that Lucas hadn’t revealed he was a young master, but she thought it wasn’t exactly a lie since he was indeed a mage.

“It’s fine, young master. You don’t need to apologize like that.”

“Just call me Lucas, Lyrica.”

“How could I possibly…”

“It’s my wish. I’d feel less guilty if you called me that.”

“Well… alright then. Lucas.”

Lucas smiled with satisfaction and invited Lyrica to walk with him. She hesitated at first, walking awkwardly beside him, but soon relaxed under Lucas’s attentive and eloquent conversation, chattering away and enjoying a peaceful afternoon just like the day before.

* * *

Recently, Lyrica had become incredibly busy. The Duke had assigned her both an art teacher and an etiquette teacher.

‘Etiquette? I never said I wanted to learn that.’

When Lyrica expressed her confusion, Lian simply told her it would be useful and to study hard. Noel also advised that if she wanted to stay here as a guest of the ducal family rather than a slave, knowing basic etiquette would be beneficial. 

Recognizing that such opportunities were rare, Lyrica applied herself diligently. Fortunately, her etiquette teacher praised her rapidly improving skills.

The art teacher recommended that Lyrica draw whatever she wanted. Though her drawing skills weren’t exceptional, she enjoyed the act of drawing itself. She often remained in the studio Lian had prepared for her after lessons ended, drawing things she liked in her spare time.

Lyrica considered her garden walks an important routine. Not only did walking help improve her stamina, but the ducal garden was so beautiful that she never tired of seeing it. 

She loved watching the leaves sprouting, changing colors, and flowers blooming and withering day by day.

Recently, one more person had joined Lyrica’s previously solitary walking routine: Lucas. 

Strangely, she encountered Lucas every time she went for a walk, and it turned out he also enjoyed walking. Lyrica was happy to have found a cheerful walking companion who listened well to what she had to say.

As Lyrica’s daily life became filled with various activities, naturally, the occasions when she received Noel and Lian’s s*men became less frequent. This prompted Noel to express his dissatisfaction every morning, nuzzling her neck. 

Lyrica told him that if Noel and Lian gave her s*men every day, she would collapse from exhaustion and be unable to draw, practice etiquette, or do anything else, which might make her resent the Duke and Noel. Noel was so shocked by her words that he remained speechless for a while.

After some negotiation, Noel and Lian eventually settled on feeding Lyrica their s*men once every three or four days. 

Although these occasions decreased, Noel rarely missed his daily routine of bathing the half-asleep Lyrica in the morning, sitting her on his lap, and watching her eat. Lian also sought her out whenever he had time, watching her draw or observing her walks in the garden from his office window while working.

Whether it was because she consumed s*men from two men or not, Lyrica sighed with relief seeing that her body didn’t go into heat despite having relations only once every four days. 

‘I hope the healing power extends the periods between my heat cycles…’

While Lyrica was deep in thought, Lucas, who was walking in the garden with her, spoke up.

“What are you thinking about so intently today, Lyrica?”

“Oh, just… um, I suddenly got hungry! And I told you that you don’t have to speak formally to me…”

“Haha, alright. I’ll gradually become more casual.”

Normally, Lucas would have immediately switched to informal speech upon learning she wasn’t a noble, but he deliberately maintained formal speech with Lyrica, fearing that the familiarity would intensify his thirst for her.

Born as the youngest and accustomed to getting almost everything he wanted while living freely, Lucas had never been interested in anything other than magic before. 

He was tormented by the fact that the first woman he had ever desired might be his brothers’ lover, yet he resented himself for being increasingly drawn to the beautiful and kind Lyrica. 

He had tried to distance himself from her, not wanting to fight with his brothers over a woman. However, he would find himself trying desperately to get close to her while hiding his true feelings, and m*sturbating every night while thinking of her. 

He bowed his head to her, forcing a smile while his honey-colored golden hair swayed.

“Shall we go to the dining hall if you’re hungry, Lyrica?”

“Um… is that allowed? I’ve never been to the dining hall… I’ve always eaten in my room.”

“Of course it is. You’re a guest of the ducal family. Let’s go to the dining hall.”

Lyrica went to the dining hall with Lucas and had a light meal. The ducal dining hall was very splendid and antique, with a table large enough for three or four people to lie down on. 

Recalling the dining etiquette her teacher had taught her, Lyrica ate a sandwich with crispy yet soft croissant filled with ham, cheese, and vegetables, followed by fruit juice and panna cotta for dessert. 

Afterward, she parted ways with Lucas, holding her full stomach. When Lyrica returned to her room, she found Noel waiting for her and happily approached him.

“Noel! When did you arrive?”

“Just now. Don’t you want to eat my c*ck? It’s been a while since I fed you. And it seems you don’t have lessons today.”

“I’m full right now…”

“What? Did you already do it with Lian? Damn… I wanted to lick your p*ssy.”

Lyrica’s face reddened with embarrassment. She could never get used to Noel’s explicit s*xual talk, no matter how often she heard it.

“That’s not it…! I just ate a sandwich, so I’m full and want to rest a bit.”

“Oh, really? Come here and rest comfortably. While you rest, I’ll just lick your p*ssy.”

Noel strode over to Lyrica, slung her over his shoulder, and headed for the bed. 

Rest comfortably! Anyone could see he was about to do something s*xual, how was that resting? 

Just having Noel put his mouth on her would make her whimper and eventually beg for his c*ck! Lyrica’s face turned red as she struggled.

“I’m really full! What if I throw up!”

“You won’t throw up from just one sandwich.”

Noel placed her on the bed and threw off his clothes. His muscular chest, toned from years of training, his defined abs, and thick thighs reminded her of a stallion. 

He spread Lyrica’s legs and skillfully burrowed under her skirt. When he pushed aside her underwear, her luscious womanhood greeted him, already moist.

“Look at this? Your p*ssy is already wet with anticipation of being licked, you lewd Lyrica.”

“Hnng…. mmm!”

Noel’s thick tongue delved into her vaginal opening. He thrust it in and out like a c*ck, pushing against her inner walls here and there. 

He rolled her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue, then prodded it, and used his tongue to lick the length of her opening, causing Lyrica to writhe and release her juices. 

Noel parted her l*bia with his tongue and sucked up all her sweet nectar. Every time his sharp nose bridge touched her cl*t, it felt like lightning struck Lyrica’s mind. Her hips twitched and her breathing quickened. 

Ahh, it feels so good…

“Slurp, slurp, haah… always so sweet no matter when I taste it.”

“Hnng… aah! Noel, good! Haah… mmm! Aah… no! Hik, aaaah!”

Lyrica twisted her limbs, crying out uncontrollably in pleasure. Noel firmly gripped her struggling thighs and licked her p*ssy without pause. 

His thirst remained unquenched no matter how much he consumed her. Perhaps gnawing on her from head to toe would ease his thirst a little. 

Tasting her p*ssy after so long, his already er*ect p*nis below was twitching and dripping prec*m.

“Haaah… quickly, c*ck, mmm, feed me, haah… want to eat Noel’s c*ck… aahn! Haaaah!”

Noel lifted his face from her p*ssy and wiped his lips, soaked with her juices. After letting out a short sigh filled with excitement, he took out his rigidly er*ect p*nis. 

Lyrica glanced down and pleaded with him to thrust it in quickly, sprinkling seductive entreaties, which finally broke Noel’s patience as he immediately thrust his p*nis into her p*ssy. Lyrica cl*maxed lightly, letting out a cry of ecstasy.

“Hic, aaaah! Hiic! Huaaah! Good, c*ck, haah! So goood!”

Noel grabbed her trembling thighs and thrust wildly.

Because of his exceptionally long c*ck, it pulled out extensively when withdrawing and penetrated all the way to her womb in one go when entering. 

Each time it entered, the gl*ns knocked against her cervix. When she pulled her hips back, her inner walls seemed to cling to his withdrawing c*ck, reluctant to let it go. Lyrica cried out uncontrollably, swaying with Noel’s hip movements.

“Huu… you should say, ‘Thank you for thrusting your c*ck into me.'”

“Haaah, ah! c*ck, hiic, haah! Thank, hic…. c*ck!”

Lyrica’s eyes became unfocused and hazy. She could do nothing but moan loudly.

In the midst of feeling pleasure intense enough to pickle her brain, she felt an urge to urinate. She seemed to have drunk too much juice during her meal. Panicking at the feeling that she might wet herself, Lyrica began pushing Noel away.

“Haah! Hng… wait! Noel, ugh! No, hnng. I think I’m going to, ahn, pee! Aah!”

“Tsk… it’s okay, you can let it out.”

Noel paid no attention and focused solely on thrusting into Lyrica’s p*ssy.

He enjoyed how her supple body swayed with his thrusts. The way her plump, fair br*asts bounced up and down with his p*nis movements was also erotic.

Noel held her waist and pounded into her, then kneaded her soft b*ttocks while increasing his speed. Since they hadn’t done it for four days, he needed to feed her his s*men at least four times. His firm b*ttocks and thigh muscles flexed with his movements.

“Haah! No, stop, huu, please! Hng, Noel, aah! No, ugh, no! Aaaaaaah!”

His c*ck kept pressing firmly against the area where she felt the urge to urinate. 

Lyrica, who had been pleading with Noel, couldn’t hold back the oncoming pleasure and urge, reaching climax simultaneously with Noel’s ej*culation.