The Count hurriedly headed toward the Duke’s room. As he got closer, he sensed someone’s presence outside the door, and when he nearly reached the room, he saw Margaret standing there, stamping her feet with a troubled expression.

At that moment, an ominous thought flashed through his mind, but trying to appear calm, the Count asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Well….”

Leaving her unable to continue speaking through her sniffles, the Count grabbed the door handle. He knew it was rude, but this was no time to worry about etiquette.

Moaning sounds?

When he heard a woman’s moans, an image he didn’t want to imagine suddenly appeared in his mind.

Denying it to himself, he opened the door and was shocked by what he saw.

What was this n*ked Duke doing, and what was Violet doing on top of him…

He approached Violet with his face deeply furrowed.

“Violet! What are you doing!”

The sight of Violet swaying her hips, intoxicated with pleasure, was appalling. When he rushed over and forcibly tried to pull her body off, her languid, unfocused eyes turned toward him.

“Father…?”

Her voice was also filled with excitement.

“Ugh. What is this smell? Could it be that your heat cycle has started?”

Violet looked completely different. Seeing his daughter who had suddenly transformed from a little girl to a mature young lady overnight, Count Mori realized that Violet had suddenly entered her heat cycle.

This was an emergency.

Why did the heat cycle, which had never come before, appear now of all times? And his daughter mounting an unconscious man…

What kind of preposterous situation was this?

For the beastkin who had imprinted, the pheromones of others smelled unpleasant, so the Count found her pheromone scent so disgusting that he couldn’t bear to smell it.

With his face deeply wrinkled, he covered his nose with his hand and turned his gaze toward Aslan.

There he saw him sleeping peacefully in this absurd situation. Apparently, he had taken quite a strong sleeping pill. And the culprit would be his daughter…

Good heavens! To do such a thing to a man who came to break off their engagement… How could he possibly resolve this?

Even if she was angry at the Snake Duke for breaking their engagement, how could she pounce on an unconscious man?

It was enough to drive him crazy. Unable to understand no matter how he thought about it, his feelings of pity and remorse for Violet instantly vanished.

What was there to pity! Rather, he was so outraged that his body trembled with anger.

The Count tried to forcibly separate Violet and Aslan’s bodies.

“Why won’t this come out?”

No matter how hard he pulled, their bodies wouldn’t separate, locked together. It felt like something was blocking the exit.

“Ahh! N-no.”

Meanwhile, he wanted to shout at his daughter to come to her senses when she shook her head, not wanting to be separated, but knowing it would be useless, he kept it to himself.

He immediately called out to Margaret standing outside.

“Q-quickly call someone! Hurry! Bring only strong maids who are awake, and lock up any servants who haven’t imprinted in one place!”

“What? Y-yes, I understand.”

Margaret, with a bewildered face, rushed down the corridor, and soon returned to the room with three sturdy maids.

In the meantime, the Count looked around to understand the situation. When his eyes fell on the green and red potions placed side by side on the table, his eyes widened once more.

No way. Those potions?

He could immediately recognize what kind of potions they were. He thought he had thrown the book somewhere after briefly using it a while ago, not needing it anymore, but she had managed to find it.

“W-what are you doing? Quickly help separate them!”

Belatedly remembering that snake clan males and females cannot separate during mating until ej*culation, the Count was finally able to separate Violet’s body from the Snake Duke using the red potion on the table.

Of course, even with the potion’s help, it was only possible because the three strong maids lent their strength.

After sighing deeply, the Count said to Margaret, who was standing awkwardly with a shocked face.

“Take Violet to her room.”

Then, with his gaze fixed on Aslan lying on the bed, he pressed his hand to his forehead.

“How should I handle the aftermath?”

Should he tell the truth when the Duke wakes up tomorrow and beg for forgiveness, or should he pretend nothing happened and move on?

Although the snake clan tended to be more interested in women than other clans, the Duke was different. From what he had heard, the Snake Duke was sensitive to pheromones and only chose to mate with women he liked.

The problem was that in his unconscious state, with an er*ction forcibly induced through the potion, it was impossible to know if he liked Violet’s pheromone scent.

If he liked it, he might retract the broken engagement, but if not, he would be furious about being touched without permission.

The odds were fifty-fifty. Which choice would be right?

After a moment’s deliberation, the Count chose concealment. What if he told the truth and Violet’s pheromones weren’t compatible with the Duke? Then she would be rejected by him twice.

As a father, he couldn’t bear to watch her get hurt again.

‘I’m sorry. I won’t force marriage on you again, and I hope Lady Mori finds a good man.’

Even the king had apologized for trying to force the marriage on him, so…

It would be fine if the Duke woke up without knowing what had happened to him. So the solution was to hide it perfectly.

“For Violet’s sake, I will quietly bury what happened today. I’m sorry, Duke Queensberry.”

Feeling guilty, the Count murmured in a small voice.

The butler, who had neatly cleaned Aslan’s body and tidied the surroundings, approached the Count.

“Should I conclude the situation like this?”

“That would be best, oh, wait a moment.”

Count Mori’s gaze turned to his lower body. Despite using some of the red potion, the Snake Duke’s organ was still swollen.

‘I need to subdue it since it’s still swollen from not ej*culating.’

He didn’t know how long the effect of the green potion Violet had applied would last. If it subsided quickly, it would be fine, but if it remained er*ect until tomorrow, the Duke might become suspicious.

The Count reluctantly resorted to another secret clan remedy he had kept hidden. While primarily a sleeping potion, it could also, with just a small dose, subdue that swollen thing.

Since this was a drinking potion, he put it in the Duke’s mouth and encouraged him to swallow. Even without ej*culating, the Duke’s organ gradually lost its strength and soon fell between his legs.

“Haa. Now that everything is cleaned up…”

Count Mori’s anxious gaze turned to Aslan. Looking at him sleeping soundly, unaware of what had happened to him, the Count hoped that everything would pass without incident.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

The next morning. The Count greeted Aslan casually when he came out of his room, ready to leave.

Although he had stayed up all night because of what Violet had done, his attitude was respectful, pretending nothing had happened the night before.

“Thanks to you, I slept well without any discomfort.”

There was no expression on Aslan’s face as he answered.

Afraid that he might have noticed what happened last night, the Count tested him.

“Was there anything uncomfortable during the night?”

“Nothing at all. I feel like I’m just causing trouble by coming so late. Next time you visit our castle, I’ll treat you lavishly.”

“I’m glad there was no discomfort. If I happen to visit next time, I’ll shamelessly accept your hospitality.”

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to remember anything, which finally put the Count at ease.

“Normally, Violet should also greet you, but she’s not feeling well, so I apologize on her behalf for not seeing you off.”

“I understand. Given what I’ve done, expecting a farewell would be asking too much.”

Though he made the excuse that she was sick, the Duke seemed to think she didn’t come out because she disliked him for breaking off the engagement.

The Count should have found the Duke’s cold attitude toward breaking off the engagement heartless, but since it helped them get through this safely, he actually felt grateful for his attitude.

And the Count could only fully let go of his worries after watching Aslan leave the mansion.