“Today I brought something fun to teach Your Highness a thing or two.”

She shook the pouch hanging from her belt. Aslan raised an eyebrow and peered inside.

“This is…?”

Freya rose onto her toes and whispered in his ear.

“I doubt this is in any book.”

She came prepared with something today. Aslan felt a flicker of unease seeing Freya’s excited expression, but he shrugged as though telling her to do as she pleased.

“Sit down first.”

Aslan sat on the bed without protest and looked up at her blankly. Freya cupped his cheeks in her hands and curved her eyes into crescents.

“Good boy.”

“……”

Was she treating him like an obedient dog? Aslan’s brow furrowed. His pride stung, and at the same time blood quietly rushed south.

Freya stroked his neat face, then turned his wrists behind his back.

“Why my hands…?”

“Because you can’t be moving around.”

“What exactly are you planning to do?”

Aslan frowned with both wrists bound.

‘Am I being treated like a criminal?’

No matter how unwanted a second prince he was, he was still royalty. Who would dare bind the hands of royalty? It was unthinkable in Ingrone.

But this was Vaigon. A place where a wild filly of a woman delighted in tormenting her prince.

“I’m going to take your trousers off. Lift your hips a little.”

“……”

“You’re already standing at attention and I haven’t even touched you yet? Does just seeing my face excite you now?”

“…You seem to be in a particularly good mood today.”

“Well, it’s been a week since I’ve seen Your Highness.”

Freya tilted her head with an air of arrogance, and it was adorable. A sudden thirst rose in Aslan’s throat and he swallowed dryly.

His intention to play along with her game reversed itself almost immediately. He wanted to satisfy his own need before letting her do whatever she planned.

Aslan rolled his shoulders. He meant to tear the restraints off his wrists.

Freya grabbed his shoulders in alarm and cried out.

“Oh, no. I told you to stay still.”

Aslan glared at her with an expression full of displeasure.

The faint flush at the corners of his eyes and his earlobes, his c*ck standing upright and flushed dark, his throat bobbing. His desire came through plainly.

‘Good thing I tied him up quickly. If I hadn’t, I would have been the one getting it.’

She stroked his hair to calm him, like soothing an agitated animal.

“Trust me a little.”

Aslan let the tension out of his body, and Freya relaxed and took out the glass bottle.

She spread the liquid inside onto her palm. It felt cool and slick.

‘So I use this to touch him?’

A top-tier technique that would supposedly make any man lose his mind with pleasure. Her heart raced with eagerness to try it.

Freya knelt before Aslan and wrapped both hands around his c*ck.

“Ngh.”

Aslan watched her nervously, wondering what on earth she was up to, then bit his tongue and let out a groan.

“Wh, what are you…”

“Last time Your Highness did it for me, so today I’ll do it for you.”

She stroked his slick, gel-coated c*ck up and down. At first it felt like handling a large sea cucumber, but it began hardening rapidly.

‘He seems to like it.’

The muscles in his abdomen and thighs went taut. As they tensed, the definition deepened.

“Haa.”

“How is it, Your Highness? Does it feel good?”

“Does this really have to be done with my hands tied?”

She wasn’t done yet. The technique she learned wasn’t limited to this. One hand stroked down the shaft while the other rubbed the opening at the tip.

They said this spot was sensitive. The truth of that showed in how he couldn’t keep his body still.

“W, wait.”

“Not yet.”

“Haah.”

“You’re being quite lewd, Your Highness.”

Freya looked up at Aslan through hazy eyes. The composed man was panting, lost in pleasure.

‘It feels a little like doing something wicked.’

Every time the skin beneath his eyes trembled, his long lashes fluttered down like the wings of a butterfly.

A prince with his wrists bound, helpless under her hands.

‘What a sight.’

The smile on Freya’s face as she played with his c*ck turned devious.

Her grip tightened, and a powerful urge to come surged through him. Aslan hunched his shoulders and barely swallowed down a m*an.

‘Where did she learn this? Was this what she was so worked up to try?’

Blood raced through his entire body and his head swam, but a burning irritation flared up through it all.

It felt like she was using something she learned from another man on him. How else would she know exactly where a man felt it?

‘Is there someone else besides me? Did she spend the past week rolling around with another man?’

Vaigon women were far from chaste. Freya was perfectly capable of seeing other men.

And he had neither the standing nor the power to stop her free, unrestrained ways.

‘She said she liked me…’

The more skillfully Freya touched him, the more Aslan’s vision burned red. This was unmistakably displeasure.

Bubbles that simmered at the bottom of a pot boiled up and spilled over the surface.

“D*mn it… Stop. Now.”

Distantly, the sound of grinding teeth came out sharp and dangerous.

Freya, focused on working his c*ck, looked up. She saw Aslan’s expression, thoroughly furious.

Why does he look like that? Is it not good? They definitely said touching him like this would make him come undone.

“Is it not good?”

“Hands. Untie them.”

“You haven’t even come yet.”

Freya squeezed the shaft hard and pressed her fingertip firmly into the slit at the tip. The sharp stimulation startled him and he sucked in a breath.

‘It would be a shame to end it already. They said the really fun part comes after he comes.’

The torment was only just beginning. She got spanked twice on the bottom, didn’t she? She rocked her hips with a stinging rear end.

Thinking back on what she went through, she couldn’t let him off this easy.

Even so, Aslan didn’t let out a m*an.

His body trembled like he was having a spasm, yet he still refused to break his pride.

‘Let’s see who wins.’

Wicked thoughts boiled inside her. Freya poured more gel directly onto his c*ck.

Every time she stroked him, a wet, slick sound filled the air. Only then did his lips part and a suppressed m*an break free.

“Haa… Ngh.”

The low m*an tickled her ears. His voice was so *rotic it made her chest flutter.

‘I didn’t know a man’s m*ans could sound this good.’

A tingling started between Freya’s legs. Watching him come undone like this was making her aroused in turn.

She wanted to finish this game quickly and enjoy herself too. Her impatience grew, and the moment she squeezed his c*ck with full force.

“Ah…!”

From the swollen, straining tip, white release shot out. It splattered up to her face and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Her eyes stung. Freya wiped the fl*id off her face and grumbled.

“Give a warning before you come. It got all over my face…”

“Haa, haa… Haa.”

But Aslan seemed to have no energy left to respond, still panting in the thick aftermath. He hung his head and gasped for breath.

His curved back rippled with muscle like the legs of a fine horse.

Freya smiled wickedly and licked her lower lip.

“We’re not done yet.”

“…?”

“This is the real part.”

She took hold of Aslan’s c*ck again. She gripped the shaft and rubbed her palm in circles over the tip.

“Ha…!”

He just came. Stimulated again while still at peak sensitivity, an unbearable sensation stabbed through his lower belly.

Every time she worked him with her hand, lightning flashed before his eyes and his body shook. Bewilderment outpaced the pleasure.

“St, stop.”

Crazy woman. She was clearly set on tormenting him.

He never heard of t*rture like this. It wasn’t in any of the *rotic books he devoured.

Every time she rubbed the tip, the sensation sharpened into something like a thin needle piercing him.

“Hng.”

Aslan could bear it no longer and twisted his body. He shoved Freya hard, the little devil grinning between his legs.

“Ah.”

Freya fell backward and landed on her bottom, and at the same moment the restraints binding his wrists snapped.

Snap. Aslan caught his breath and rolled his wrists. He must have tensed his body with tremendous force. Red marks ringed his wrists.

But he was more concerned about his c*ck, which just endured Freya’s t*rture.

He straightened up and cracked his neck side to side, then looked down between his own legs.

Even after coming, his c*ck stood at frightening attention.

If he let her continue, something he didn’t even want to imagine might have happened.

‘That was, without a doubt…’

That intense, surging sensation was not the urge to come. It was closer to the urge to urinate.