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At the masquerade ball, Arisha noticed Grand Duke Baron, who had come from the North. However, for some reason, his condition seemed unusual….
“What did you drink here?”
“A punch… given by a certain young lady… I did drink a glass of it….”
Arisha realized that he had been intoxicated with a magical potion. To make matters worse, the potion he drank was an infamous one, known for having no antidote….
“Perhaps there are young ladies at this ball who would like to engage with you, Your Grace. Being with one of them might be the solution.”
“Haa….”
“Or, I could help you instead.”
At the masquerade ball, known as a place for nobles to indulge in their desires, Arisha offered him a tempting proposal.
“If you don’t like it… shall I leave?”
The two ended up alone on the terrace and spent a passionate night together.
*
“If you don’t like it… shall I leave?”
As soon as those words left her mouth, Baron felt the thread of his rationality snap.
In an instant, he grabbed the back of Arisha’s head and captured her lips.
Saliva, whose owner was unidentifiable, trickled down the corner of Arisha’s lips. Watching Baron’s hazy eyes through the mask, Arisha pushed him onto the couch. Seeing his muscular body easily fall over, Arisha felt a peculiar sense of conquest.
The sight of the mighty ruler of the North, looking up at her in excitement from below, was nothing short of thrilling.
“!”
That sense of conquest didn’t last more than a few seconds. Baron, seemingly unable to endure any longer, grabbed Arisha’s wrist and roughly pulled her toward him.
As her rounded chest came into view, a sound—whether a gasp or a moan—escaped Baron’s lips. When the flesh that peeked through the dress revealed itself fully before his eyes, Baron didn’t hesitate to take it into his mouth.
“Hng!”
When his moist tongue wrapped around the sensitive flesh, Arisha’s body twisted in immediate pleasure. Despite his seemingly reserved demeanor, Baron’s tongue skillfully stimulated her ar*ola.
As he slowly licked her ar*ola and wrapped his tongue around the nub, a satisfied moan escaped Arisha’s lips.
“I’ll compensate for the dress later.”
With those words, the sound of ripping followed as the dress tore apart.
