Chapter 5.3

“Your Highness… Please stop. Ah! If you must, then wait until tonight…!”  

“You’re asking me to visit your chambers tonight?”  

He chuckled, his tongue still gently exploring her.  

“The future Crown Princess is already so eager for her duties. I’ll have to rise to the occasion.”  

“T-That’s not what I meant… Ah, Your Highness…!”  

“I’ll give you something better for your body.”  

Seeing that she no longer seemed to be in pain, his lips became bolder. He licked away all traces of the ointment.  

“I’ll prepare something more effective for you. Use that instead of this.”  

“I-I can handle it myself… Please, stop…!”  

“Why bother? You’re not alone anymore.”  

Or would you rather show me how you apply it yourself?  

The sound of his voice from below sent shivers through Carnier. She couldn’t believe such words were coming from someone usually so composed.  

But in hindsight, the man who had overwhelmed her last night had been no less surprising. That was why, when she woke up this morning, she had wondered if it had all been a dream. Seeking confirmation, she had come straight to him under the pretense of clarifying things.  

Now, it was clear. The man from last night and the man before her now—they were one and the same.  

“Ah…!”  

His tongue slipped inside her folds, making her tremble uncontrollably before she collapsed backward. Thankfully, the chair was soft, cushioning her fall. But that hardly mattered compared to the sensations stirring in her lower abdomen.  

As if savoring her taste, he murmured.  

“This part isn’t bitter.”  

“Haa… Haa…”  

“Perhaps your hands are even smaller than I thought.”  

He gently traced his fingers along her slick folds. The ointment wasn’t the only thing making her wet; his touch had left her drenched.  

Pressing two fingers together, he slowly slid them inside. The unfamiliar sensation of penetration made Carnier squirm. Concerned she might hurt herself, he kindly pressed a hand against her lower abdomen to steady her.  

“See? My fingers reach this far.”  

“Ah… Ahhh…”  

“They go deeper than yours, don’t they?”  

So next time you need to apply ointment, let me know. Okay?  

With his fingers buried to the knuckle, he spoke in a gentle tone. Yet, the way his fingertips explored her inner walls was anything but tender.  

Warm liquid seeped out as he moved, and Carnier’s vision blurred. She could feel it—there was no way he couldn’t. Worse, he was probably watching it all.  

‘No… I can’t take it anymore…’  

Her insides felt like they were boiling. While the entrance still stung slightly, the deeper areas he touched were unbearably sensitive.  

As he had said, his fingers reached farther than hers. But even that wasn’t enough. She knew there was something that could go even deeper.  

“Your Highness… Not that…”  

“Hmm?”  

He looked up, his fingers still teasing her sensitive walls. Her flushed face and labored breaths betrayed her desperation.  

Servante’s expression shifted.  

“Something else…”  

“…Carnier.”  

“Haa… Yes…?”  

How could any man resist when she pleaded so sweetly?  

Servante almost spread her legs wider at her request. But he managed to restrain himself.

He couldn’t resist his own impulses and was indeed teasing her. But he knew he couldn’t take things all the way here. Unlike his careful caresses and kisses, inserting himself would undoubtedly hurt her already swollen and tender body.  

Hiding his own frustration, he looked at his fiancée with a mixture of regret and tenderness as he reassured her.  

“I’m sorry. I pushed you too far.”  

“Ah, Your Highness… Ah…!”  

“I can’t give you ‘something else,’ but I’ll take care of you.”  

As he spoke, he twisted his fingers inside her. She gasped, her overwhelmed body trembling as his head dipped down again.  

“Just enjoy this.”  

“Wait, no, that’s not—Ahhh!”  

He captured her less swollen cl*toris between his lips, rolling the small nub like a piece of candy with his tongue. Carnier let out a loud moan, her head falling back. Wherever his lips touched, her body burned unbearably.  

At the same time, his fingers, still buried inside her, began to move. As if retracing his memories from the previous night, he explored her inner walls, searching for the spot she liked best.  

“Hnnng! Your Highness, ah, ahhh…!”  

There was no escaping the simultaneous stimulation. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her knees closing tightly around his head. He didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he focused even more on heightening her pleasure.  

The wet, obscene sounds of his lips sucking on her filled the room. The amount of fluid dripping down his fingers increased as well. Carnier clamped a hand over her mouth. If she didn’t, she was sure her cries would echo far beyond the greenhouse.  

“Hnnngh, mmph, ahhh…!”  

Her climax came quickly. She trembled violently, her mouth covered, as he gently bit down on her cl*toris, careful not to hurt her. The sharp pleasure pierced through her, leaving her breathless. A gush of hot fluid spilled from her, seeping out through the fingers that had spread her open.  

“Haa… ah… ah…”  

He didn’t let her come down from her high easily. His tongue and fingers continued their relentless assault, ensuring she felt every last wave of her release. Half-sobbing, Carnier accepted all the sensations he gave her. Only after some time had passed did he finally lift his head.  

Looking at her disheveled form, her face and neck flushed red, he licked his lips. The ointment he had licked clean was long gone, replaced by the sweet, fresh taste of her.  

Seeing him swallow something, Carnier gasped for breath, her dazed blue eyes trailing downward.  

He assumed she had merely closed her eyes out of exhaustion, thinking this was enough for now. Carefully, he withdrew his fingers, making sure not to scrape against her swollen entrance.  

But the moment he pulled away, an unexpected attack caught him off guard.  

“Ugh…”  

The tip of her bare foot, freed from its shoe, brushed against his groin. The sudden contact with the place he had been trying so hard to ignore made him let out a sound he couldn’t suppress. It wasn’t accidental—it was a deliberate, provocative touch.  

Startled, he looked up and met her gaze. Though she was still catching her breath, her eyes held a mischievous glint.  

“Haa… I told you… I wanted ‘something else’…”  

“…I told you it’s not possible. Not when you’re this swollen…”  

“Then you shouldn’t have teased me in the first place!”  

Flushed with both arousal and frustration, Carnier snapped at him.  

“It’s not enough! Please, use yours!”  

“…Carnier, I thought this last night, but you really…”  

“Do you dislike a wife who isn’t modest, Servante?”  

Her sudden use of his name made him freeze. Carnier, realizing what she had just said, shifted her eyes in embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to call him that so casually, even if she had been given permission to.  

But before she could stammer out an apology, he kissed her.  

“Mmph…”  

Carnier instinctively parted her lips for him. The kiss was sweet, almost intoxicating, and it eased her nerves slightly.  

Thankfully, he didn’t seem angry.  

“…How could I dislike you? That’s not what I meant at all.”  

He kissed the tip of her nose lightly as he whispered.  

“I thought this last night, but you’re truly beautiful. Almost too good for me.”  

“…Ah.”  

“I’m already envious of the man I’ll be in two days.”  

The version of himself in two days, who would take her as his wife and share a palace and a bedroom with her, seemed incredibly fortunate. But that was then, and this was now.  

“Still, it’s not possible in your current state.”  

“But…!”  

“Wait until you’re ready.”  

Before she could fully process his words, his head disappeared from her sight again. Blinking in confusion, she suddenly felt his hands steadying her thighs. His face was once again between her legs.  

…Why is he there again?!  

“Your Highness?”  

“Feel free to call me by my name. I liked hearing it.”  

“Yes, but that’s not the point. Why are you doing this again…?”  

“Hmm?”  

He paused, brushing aside the hair that had fallen into his face, and smiled at her.  

“I can’t do it now, but since you want it so much, I’ll make it possible.”  

“What?”  

“If the pleasure outweighs the pain, it should be fine, right?”  

“What?”  

“It might take some time, but don’t worry.”  

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin.  

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt when I finally enter you.”  

“What?! No, I’m already fine—ahhh…!”  

Who’s the one misreading the situation now?!  

But the only sounds escaping her lips were sweet, breathy moans.  

* * *

The atmosphere in the office was unusually peaceful.  

Surrounded by stacks of documents on the desk, the aides sat on the sofas, enjoying the aroma of their tea.  

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a break…”  

“This is my first time sitting on the office sofa. I always thought it was just for decoration…”  

“Wait, we were actually allowed to sit on it? I thought it was purely ornamental…”  

Working as aides in the Crown Prince’s office was never easy, but recently, it had become an even more demanding job. The dark circles under their eyes were a testament to their struggles. Now, leaning back on the sofas, they couldn’t help but feel emotional. Though their words were tinged with melancholy, they still relished the rare moment of rest.  

“Are we really allowed to relax like this? What if His Highness returns and scolds us for slacking off…?”  

“Ah, you must not know since you joined during the busiest time.”

Newcomer Aide Guillem voiced his concerns, prompting the senior aide Aleph to respond leisurely.  

“When His Highness is away from the office, as long as we don’t have specific orders, we’re allowed to rest. After all, we were assigned here to assist him during his work hours.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Of course. It’s not like His Highness ever neglects his duties, so there’s no issue. Hahaha.”  

“There used to be moments like this from time to time…”  

“Indeed. Oh, and don’t worry about your pay—it stays the same whether we’re working or resting.”  

“He’s generous with bonuses when we work harder, but honestly, I’d prefer more moments like this. Maybe even a vacation…”  

With their strict superior temporarily absent, the aides’ complexions brightened. For the first time in a while, they noticed the clear skies and the blooming flowers in the garden.  

“It’s so warm, I thought summer had arrived, but spring isn’t over yet… Hahaha.”

“The teacups are beautifully crafted. Are they newly delivered? My wife loves things like this…”  

“When will we be off work today, I wonder…”  

Each aide savored the rare moment of leisure, desperately clinging to the time that might end at any moment.  

Among them, Aide Aleph, who had been quietly standing in his usual spot, caught eyes with Luca. Only the two of them knew that this break would last longer than the others expected.  

‘Now this feels like a proper romance.’  

‘Yes, it’s spring. Definitely spring.’  

A proper romance? Not even close.  

Even though it wasn’t their romance, they felt a sense of relief on behalf of the couple.