“Oh my, marital relations? We barely do it once a month. My husband’s age… well, he can’t get it up properly.”

“My husband gets hard just fine, but he finishes too quickly… Hoho.”

It was a party to scout potential Empress candidates. Siara sat at a table with dark circles under her eyes while the noble ladies gossiped about their husbands.

‘Sigh…’

These women deliberately chatted near Siara, seemingly wanting to engage with her while she drank wine alone. However, they appeared hesitant because of her gloomy aura.

Among them, one brave woman approached Siara.

“Lady Annie. It’s been a while.”

“…Viscountess Rogers.”

Siara glanced at the woman. It was Viscount Rogers’ wife. Next to her stood Melissa Rogers, demurely poised. With her blonde hair and green eyes, Melissa Rogers was the most beautiful woman at the gathering.

“Has the Crown Prince mentioned anything to you? About whom he’ll choose for Empress?”

Siara shook her head.

“No… Not really.”

The parties to find a Crown Princess continued day after day, but Diego kept postponing his decision. He fought with the Empress daily because of this. Sometimes the Empress even visited Siara, asking her to persuade Diego.

However, whenever the topic of Crown Princess came up, Diego would become angry and take Siara roughly, so she kept quiet.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to thrust into her without any f*replay. Though she would cry from the pain, at some point she would find herself moving her hips in rhythm with his movements. After spending so much time physically together, even rough encounters weren’t unpleasant, but without anyone to compare to, she couldn’t tell if this was normal.

‘I’m not sure what to think.’

She wasn’t certain if Diego was good at lovemaking, but she did know he lasted long. From overhearing the noblewomen’s gossip, it seemed no man lasted as long as Diego.

‘Ouch.’

After countless ejaculations yesterday, her waist felt like it might break.

Just then, a familiar face appeared among the whispering noblewomen, smiling slyly. When he appeared, Viscountess Rogers and her daughter left.

Marquis Marcel Hart sat down across from Siara. He moistened his lips with his tongue as he looked at Siara, who had almost become his wife.

“Annie Light… How tight must your p*ssy be for the Crown Prince to be unable to leave your skirts? Hmm?”

Marquis Marcel made a circle with his thumb and index finger, then inserted other fingers into the circle. Watching this vulgar gesture, Siara was appalled.

“Marquis Marcel.”

“What, what! How dare you, an illegitimate child, speak informally to me!”

When he shouted, Siara splashed the wine she was holding onto his bald head.

‘Humans really shouldn’t age so disgracefully.’

Siara looked down at him with a haughty expression, arms crossed.

“Don’t speak informally to me, someone who might become a secondary wife. Got it?”

Though she hadn’t officially received the title of secondary wife yet, she acted boldly.

“You…!”

His body trembled with rage.

Siara glanced at Diego dancing with another woman, then left the party.

Come to think of it, something similar had happened before.

Walking through the garden, she felt the cold air flow around her.

Though she pretended not to care, it still bothered her that she couldn’t become Diego’s official consort. The first person she had ever come to like, and she couldn’t have him all to herself.

“Annie Light.”

For a moment, Siara didn’t realize she was being called. Then, remembering this body belonged to Annie, she turned her head. There stood Prince Isaac with a man dressed in a black robe.

“…Prince Isaac?”

“You froze me quite effectively last time.”

The man in the black robe beside Prince Isaac muttered something, and suddenly Siara’s legs froze to the ground.

Unable to move, she watched Prince Isaac approach with a smile. He grabbed her chin and examined her face from different angles.

“You’re so ordinary—I wonder what charm captivated Diego. Is it because you’re a pervert who walks around with devices inside your v*gina? But you said you wanted to have s*x in the library, so why did you freeze me?”

With a click, Prince Isaac placed iron shackles on Siara’s wrists. He asked the robed man:

“You said these would seal her magic, correct?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Prince Isaac rubbed the front of his pants. His member was gradually growing larger inside.

“You said my c*ck was smaller than Diego’s.”

“…I did.”

“Then we should compare, shouldn’t we?”

Isaac grabbed Siara’s hair and pulled it down. This forced her chin up, giving her a clear view of Isaac’s vile expression.

Prince Isaac lowered his head and opened Siara’s lips. His moist tongue bit and sucked on hers, but strangely, she felt nothing. Only saliva coated the area around her lips.

“Whew… How’s my kiss? I have more experience than Diego, you know.”

“…Not impressive.”

“What? Haha.”

Siara spoke honestly, but Prince Isaac seemed to think she was just playing hard to get.

Siara carefully observed the man in the black robe standing behind Prince Isaac.

‘Is he an imperial mage?’

She had heard that ice magic was rare, so seeing him use it suggested he was a high-level mage. Using such a mage for personal gain showed how immature Prince Isaac truly was.

“By the way, how old are you, Your Highness?”

“…So you’re interested in me now. You must have enjoyed my kiss?”

‘Just answer the question.’

Siara genuinely wanted to hit Isaac on the head.

Isaac smirked, then grabbed Siara’s br*asts with both hands and kneaded them.

“Mmph…!”

While the kiss had evoked no feeling, her br*asts were different. No, it was the way he touched them that was lewd.

After tracing her n*pples with his index finger, he took her br*ast into his mouth, clothes and all. He sucked loudly, and with her feet frozen, she couldn’t escape.

“Mmmm….”

She never expected to endure this in the middle of the garden.

‘Someone might walk by and see…’

Though it didn’t really matter if someone saw. Siara was in a somewhat resigned state. She didn’t want to believe that someone other than herself would stand beside Diego at his wedding.

Isaac slipped his hand under her skirt. Soon his fingers brushed against her pubic hair, then slowly moved in and out of her v*gina.

“How is it? My f*replay is much better, right?”

“…Mmm.”

It was somewhat different from Diego, who would insert his fingers without any f*replay. Perhaps because of this, her body heated up very slowly.

Soon Isaac went under her skirt and began sucking on her v*gina through her undergarments.

“Ah…! Hah.”

Fearing someone might hear, Siara covered her mouth. Her legs trembled and lost strength.

Soon Isaac’s fingers increased in number. However, she barely felt the increase. His hands were so thin that it didn’t hurt at all.

‘Is it even in?’

Honestly, she could barely feel it.

After sucking on her v*gina for a while, Isaac emerged with his lips covered in her fluids. He looked at the mage, who promptly melted the ice around Siara’s legs. With a thud, Isaac laid Siara down in the garden and began removing his pants.

Soon his p*nis appeared, significantly smaller than Diego’s.

‘Still small…’

If she couldn’t feel his fingers, how would she feel his p*nis? It seemed even smaller than Diego’s fingers.

As Siara stared blankly, Prince Isaac stroked his shaft and breathed heavily.

“Whew. You know what I enjoy most? Taking what belongs to Diego. Huhu.”

“…Is that so? Hmm. But your p*nis is so small, I don’t think I’ll feel anything.”

“What?”

Isaac, seemingly angered, raised his hand to strike Siara. However, his hand froze solid. Eventually, his legs and body froze as well.

“What is this…!”

“Your Highness! Urgh!”

The mage in the black robe also froze. He looked at Siara with astonishment.

Siara removed the magic-sealing handcuffs from her wrists.

“…No matter how much magic these seal, they’re useless against me.”

Seeing her easily remove the handcuffs, the imperial mage’s eyes widened. He shouted:

“How is this possible…?”

His face remained bewildered.

Siara waved her hand and walked away, leaving the two men behind.

When she was confined to Diego’s room with nothing to do but entertain him, she had been bored. During that time, she had completed her research on magic-sealing shackles.

She continued walking through the garden. Perhaps because Isaac had licked her down there, she felt uncomfortable.

‘I should wash when I get to the room.’

She was on her way to the Crown Prince’s palace, but it was quite dark at night. On her way there, someone covered Siara’s mouth and whispered in her ear.

“What were you doing with my brother in such a secluded place?”

It was Diego. Along with his voice, his rough breathing suggested he was excited.

Diego grabbed Siara’s wrist tightly and ran.

“Wait…! Diego!”

“You’ll need to explain yourself properly.”

Diego seemed thoroughly angry. Her wrist hurt so badly she cursed inwardly.

‘Petty brat.’

And this from someone who had been dancing with other women all evening.

Upon reaching the Crown Prince’s palace, Diego practically threw Siara onto the bed.

He blindfolded her with a black cloth and removed her dress, then pulled down her undergarments. Hearing only the rustling of fabric, Siara swallowed hard.