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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 those young ladies could be a 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.
Someone’s saliva trailed from the corner of Arisha’s lips. Looking at Baron’s dazed eyes beyond the mask, Arisha pushed him down onto the couch. Feeling the muscular body give way so easily, Arisha experienced a strange thrill of conquest.
To think that the Grand Duke who commanded the North was now looking up at her in such an excited state—it was nothing short of exhilarating.
“!”
That feeling of conquest didn’t last more than a few seconds. As if he could bear it no longer, Baron gripped Arisha’s wrist and pulled her roughly toward him.
Faced with the sight of her soft chest, a sound that was half sigh, half moan escaped Baron’s lips. The flesh that had peeked out from her dress was now fully exposed before him, and without hesitation, Baron took it into his mouth.
“Hng!”
As the damp warmth enveloped her sensitive skin, Arisha’s body twisted in immediate pleasure. Contrary to his earlier reserved appearance, Baron’s tongue skillfully teased her ar*ola. Slowly circling with his tongue, then flicking the tip, he drew a satisfied moan from Arisha.
“I’ll compensate for the dress later.”
With those words, the sound of ripping followed as the dress tore apart.
