Lucas’s departure for the battlefield left Lyrica in tears. She hated herself for being able to do nothing but cry. She knew he would dislike her constant whimpering, but she couldn’t control her tears, which flowed like a broken faucet.

“Lyri, you don’t need to worry so much. I’m only providing rear support, so it’s not particularly dangerous, and I can even come home occasionally. Don’t cry, okay?”

“Sniff… but…”

“There are many black mages, but their magic has been obsolete for a long time, so it won’t be a difficult fight. We’re going to end it quickly because prolonging the war during the severe cold would cause more casualties, my fairy.”

“Can you really come back soon? Sob…”

“I promise to return within a month. I’ll feed you plenty of cum then, but until then, I know it’s disappointing, but you’ll have to make do with Lian’s. Okay?”

“That’s not why I’m upset!”

Lyrica glared at Lucas with tear-filled eyes. She was crying out of concern for him, yet that’s what he was thinking about! Lucas soothed her, saying it was just a joke. He was delighted that she worried about him, grinning and kissing her repeatedly.

Lyrica’s daily routine didn’t change much after Lucas left. The only differences were that Lian had moved her office next to his room, and she had recently begun learning embroidery.

Lyrica had learned from Betty about the custom of embroidering handkerchiefs as gifts for knights heading to war. Though she had sewn clothes before, she had never embroidered anything. 

Wanting to give handkerchiefs to Noel and Lucas when they returned, she practiced embroidery whenever she had free time. Her clumsy skills often led to pricked fingers and bleeding, but thanks to her healing power, the wounds healed quickly.

Lyrica gave her first bloodstain-free handkerchief to Lian. She wanted to embroider the Valter ducal crest but lacked the skill, so she stitched his name instead. Lian beamed with joy, hugging Lyrica and kissing her repeatedly while thanking her. 

Seeing his usually stoic face, which typically bore only a slight smile, bloom so radiantly, Lyrica couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“It’s nothing compared to everything you’ve done for me, Lord Lian…”

“It’s not nothing at all. What can I give you in return? Tell me anything. Hmm?”

“I don’t really want anything… then please join me for a garden walk later today.”

“You want to go outside with snow falling like that?”

“I’ve been cooped up indoors lately, and where I lived, it hardly ever snowed. They said it would stop in the afternoon, and I want to see the garden covered in snow.”

“Alright then. But dress warmly. I’ll have them place many heaters in the gazebo. Should I build a glass greenhouse so you can enjoy the garden in winter without getting cold?”

“No, that’s not necessary!”

Sometimes Lian treated Lyrica like a fragile doll that might break at the slightest touch, which Lyrica found somewhat bewildering. 

Yet at night, he wouldn’t let go no matter how difficult it was for her. Lyrica looked up at him in disbelief, then smiled along when she saw his face relaxed into a broad grin.

By afternoon, the snow had indeed stopped. With help from Betty and Kelly, Lyrica dressed and looked in the mirror to find herself resembling a snowman in her many layers.

“Isn’t this too thick? I might get hot.”

“No. The capital’s winter is very cold, though not quite like the ducal territory. With such a delicate body, you need to dress this warmly to go outside!”

“That’s right, miss. It would be terrible if you caught a cold.”

Lyrica looked at Betty and Kelly with a disgruntled expression. Somehow, they had also begun treating her like a glass doll. 

I have healing power and am sturdier than most people, she thought but swallowed the words. She didn’t mind the overprotection because she could feel their concern for her.

Lyrica waddled down to the garden. Lian, who had been waiting, extended his hand while trying to suppress a smile at the sight of her. Lyrica took his hand with a pouty face and walked alongside him.

“You can just laugh…”

“I was smiling because you look cute. You need to dress that warmly to avoid the cold.”

Lyrica’s attention was soon captured by the snowy landscape. 

With winter’s arrival, the trees had lost their green leaves, leaving only bare branches, but with snow piled on them, they looked like they had sprouted new white leaves. Everything was covered in white snow, resembling a winter wonderland from a fairy tale.

Lyrica happily trudged through the snow with a bright smile. Lian admired the joyful Lyrica rather than the snow-covered garden. He silently caught her whenever she was about to fall and brushed the snow from her legs.

When Lyrica’s feet became wet from enthusiastically stomping in the snow, Lian carried her to the gazebo where they drank warm tea together. 

When her feet had thawed by the heater, he carried her back to the mansion. Lyrica’s face flushed for no reason, and she buried it in his broad chest until they reached her room.

After setting her down in her room, Lian told her to warm up and rest for the day. After seeing Lian off to his office, Lyrica warmed herself in hot water with the maids’ help. When she emerged from the bathroom with a weary body, Kelly brought her a warm cup of mulled wine.

“Since you occasionally enjoy wine, I was instructed to leave some alcohol in the mulled wine.”

“Thank you, Kelly.”

The warm mulled wine entering her tired body made her feel relaxed and good. Lyrica sipped the mulled wine while watching the snow begin to fall again outside the window, and on impulse, asked for a glass of wine as well.

Lian returned to his room after handling urgent matters in his office. While reviewing documents in bed, he looked up at the sound of a gentle knock on the door. Lyrica was peeking through the slightly opened door, smiling broadly at him.

“Lyrica?”

When their eyes met, Lyrica ran to him and hugged him tightly. The faint scent of alcohol that tickled his nose told him she had been drinking.

“Master… hehe.”

Lian stroked Lyrica’s hair, mesmerized, as she clung to him affectionately. Her light blue eyes gazed up at him, half-lidded.

“Are you drunk? Why suddenly drink…”

Lyrica, seemingly not hearing Lian’s words, climbed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. I love the Duke… The Duke is handsome, caring, and made me feel useful. Lyrica whined, wanting to be closer to him.

“Master, give Lyrica a kiss. Please?”

When her angelic face, flushed red, smiled at him with her eyes, Lian lowered his head, entranced, complying with her request. Wet sounds transferred from mouth to mouth.

“Mmm…”

“Haah… you little minx. If you’re drunk, you should just go to bed properly.”

“Mmm… I love Master… I want to eat Master’s c*ck…”

Kissing him, Lyrica suddenly undid his pants and eagerly took his already er*ect p*nis into her mouth.

“Ugh!”

“Mmm… mmph… haah, Master’s c*ck tastes good. Haah… want to eat cum… mmph…”

“Haah… Lyrica…”

Lyrica eagerly sucked Lian’s c*ck. She put it in her mouth, rolled it with her tongue, sucked it with smacking sounds, and took it down her throat. Surely he’ll release his cum soon?

Sure enough, his s*men soon filled her mouth. After swallowing every drop, Lyrica immediately straddled Lian. She positioned his still-er*ect p*nis against her womanhood and sat down on it.

“Mmm! Hnng… Master, c*ck, mmm, good! Haah!”

Lyrica bounced wildly on top of Lian, screaming in ecstasy. Lian’s member always felt good no matter when it entered her. 

As Lyrica rode him frantically, squeezing his member, he couldn’t keep his senses from the overwhelming stimulation. Had Lyrica ever been this enthusiastic about their lovemaking from the start? 

Lian thought it might not be a bad idea to give her alcohol occasionally.

“Kuh, Lyrica…”

“Haah! Ah… so good! Haah… good, aaaah!”

Lyrica, grinding frantically on top of Lian, soon arched her back like a bow, trembled violently, and collapsed onto him.

“…Lyrica?”

Lyrica, drunk, had taken advantage of the working Lian, reached her own climax, and fallen asleep. Lian, still with his er*ect p*nis inside her, froze in disbelief at the situation. 

Unable to wake Lyrica, he had to greet the dawn with open eyes.

* * *

Lyrica woke to the morning sunlight streaming in and frowned at a mild headache. 

‘Why is my head like this… oh, I drank alcohol yesterday. But where am I… wait, this is the Duke’s room?’

“Finally awake, I see.”

Hearing Lian’s voice, Lyrica tried to turn around but realized her body wouldn’t move due to a heavy feeling. Looking down, she saw Lian’s organ embedded inside her. Her shock was momentary, as Lian’s member withdrew and then thrust deeply into her in one go.

“Eek! Ahng! Lord Lian…! Hng, what is this… aaah!”

“Huu… we need to finish what we started yesterday, Lyrica. How does it feel to use my c*ck as a d*ldo? Hmm?”

With his p*nis thrusting into her right after waking up, Lyrica couldn’t gather her thoughts. Perhaps due to her hangover, it felt like his p*nis was pounding all the way to her brain.

“Haah! No, it’s too, ah! Deep! Ah… aaah!”

“Say ‘Master’ like yesterday. Hmm?”

“Ah… I can’t… aaaah! Hngh!”

“Even when I’m thrusting into you first thing in the morning, kuh… you’re gripping me so well.”

Slap, slap, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room from early morning. Lyrica writhed, trying to escape from him. 

The overwhelming sensation made her feel like her head would explode. Lian held her tightly from behind and moved his hips mercilessly.

“Where do you think you’re going? You should say, ‘Thank you for putting your c*ck in me, Master.’ Right?”

“Hik… haah… c*ck, thank you, haah! Master’s c*ck, haaah!”

Lyrica trembled wildly at the overwhelming climax and wet herself. Each time Lian thrust deeply, splashing sounds came from her womanhood.

“Your p*ssy is flooding. Lyrica, do you like your Master’s c*ck?”

“Aaaah! Good, hnng! Good!”

She had to sob with his member inside her all morning as punishment for drinking. Lian washed the exhausted Lyrica, ordered tea good for hangovers and soft food, and fed her himself. 

That evening, the victory drums of the Valrates Empire that Lyrica had been waiting for finally sounded.