“Ah…! Ah, n-no… wait! Mmm!”

Alice arched her back. Fluid flowed from inside her, dampening the bed cover. Khalid lifted his head and kissed her lips.

“Mmph. Lord Khalid.”

Their tongues intertwined while his manhood rubbed against her entrance. His fully aroused member was quite large.

Alice tried to shift her hips back slightly, but this only made Khalid press closer, preventing her from moving. He broke the kiss and caressed her neck.

“Are you trying to escape?”

“No. It’s just… it hurts…”

“It’s okay. I prepared you with my tongue.”

As his manhood pushed into her again, Alice’s face turned pale. Though it hurt less than before, it still wasn’t painless.

Khalid wrapped her legs around his waist and looked down at her lying beneath him.

“Shall we…?”

His rigid tip scraped against her inner walls. Alice gripped his arms tightly.

“Ahh…!”

“Haa… Noel…”

It seemed a long night was just beginning.

Warm sunlight touched Alice’s face. She opened her eyes with difficulty to find Khalid sleeping beside her, facing her direction.

‘Lord Khalid?’

“Ugh.”

When she tried to get up, the area between her thighs ached terribly. Fluid and s*men trickled between her legs, and the blanket was already damp with bodily fluids.

‘How many times did we do it?’

She suddenly felt grateful that the villa’s maid was on vacation. If anyone saw this, word would immediately reach the Countess.

The painful intercourse from the night before had eventually become pleasurable. At some point, Alice had unknowingly begged Khalid.

[Deeper, please go deeper… Ahh! Faster.]

[Noel…! Hngh.]

Unlike then, Khalid was now sleeping so deeply he barely seemed to breathe.

‘He must be exhausted. After moving so much.’

While Alice had simply lain there like a log, Khalid had lifted her body, thrust his hips, and moved in various ways.

Alice touched her flushed cheeks and climbed out of bed. Seeing her underwear and pants on the floor, she quickly put them on.

Every time her underwear brushed against her private area, it stung.

“…Ah.”

This kind of encounter should happen only once. Khalid would probably think he made a mistake while drunk, and Alice wouldn’t attach much meaning to it either.

‘Lord Khalid needs to marry a proper lady. He’s not someone I should aspire to…’

Alice sighed, noticing her hair had grown to her shoulders. She had grown it out after leaving the Count’s mansion because she wanted to return to being a woman. Now she needed to appear thoroughly male to Khalid.

‘Should I cut my hair with scissors?’

Lost in thought, she opened the door only to find the Countess standing there with a shocked expression.

“…My, my lady?”

Alice stammered in surprise.

Vanessa, the Countess, raised her hand and slapped Alice’s cheek hard. With a sharp sound, Alice fell to her knees.

“How dare you…! How dare you!”

She glared at Alice with eyes that suggested she was looking at something utterly vulgar. Alice had nothing to say. She had indeed slept with Khalid, and her neck bore several kiss marks he had left during the night.

Vanessa took a deep breath and looked at her son’s bed. The scent of lovemaking filled the room. Moreover, Khalid was n*ked. It was impossible not to understand what had happened.

She carefully closed the door to her son’s room and addressed Alice.

“Follow me.”

“…Yes.”

Alice followed Vanessa with her swollen cheek. She never expected the Countess to visit this place.

Vanessa took Alice outside and had her board the carriage she had arrived in.

“…You’re going straight back to your hometown.”

“…Pardon?”

“…I was too careless. I came after the physician told me Khalid’s health had improved significantly… I never imagined this would happen.”

Alice bowed her head deeply.

“…I’m sorry.”

Vanessa sighed. She thought that rather than being Alice’s fault, her son had likely forced himself on the servant.

“Anyway, thanks to you, Khalid has regained his health, so go back to your hometown immediately and never return. Understood?”

“Yes, Countess.”

“At least you understand well enough.”

The coachman made a gesture to the Countess. He revealed a dagger to her, but Vanessa shook her head. She spoke to the coachman.

“Take this child safely to their hometown. Understood? Safely. Not a hair on their head should be harmed.”

“Yes, madam.”

The coachman, who sometimes took insolent maids or servants to the forest to kill them, nodded at the Countess’s words. This clearly wasn’t that kind of situation. The Countess genuinely seemed concerned for the servant’s well-being.

‘If my son falls ill again, I’ll need to bring him back…’

Although something inappropriate had occurred, the servant was male, so there wouldn’t be any troublesome pregnancies. And sending the servant away would quell any rumors about homosexuality. If Khalid became ill again, they would need to call Noel back, so it would be problematic if he were injured.

After sending Alice off in the carriage, the Countess entered the villa. As she walked into the hall, Khalid stood there glaring at her.

“So it was you, Mother. Noel…”

“Khalid. Sit down for a moment.”

Khalid had awakened and reached out to the space beside him. Feeling only cold emptiness, he had jumped up to look for Alice.

[Take this child safely to their hometown. Understood? Safely. Not a hair on their head should be harmed.]

Hearing his mother’s voice, he had rushed down to the hall, but the carriage had already departed.

‘Noel’s hometown…? I heard my wife is at her parents’ home. Does he live there too?’

Khalid sat on the sofa at his mother’s gesture. Vanessa felt proud seeing her son’s healthy complexion.

“…I’m glad to see you looking well, Khalid.”

“You give and then take away, Mother…”

Khalid’s resentful eyes turned toward Vanessa. She frowned.

“Khalid. That person is a man. And he’s married. I paid him in gold to look after you. He has no feelings for you.”

“…”

He vaguely remembered the previous night. Noel had embraced him, urging him to thrust deeper. Khalid smirked.

“His heart might not match, but perhaps his body does?”

“…Come to your senses. You’ll be married soon. What would your bride think if she knew you engaged in homosexual acts? If Noel were a woman, I wouldn’t object to making her your concubine, but he’s a man, isn’t he?”

“A man… you say?”

Khalid felt a throbbing pain in his head. Perhaps the alcohol hadn’t fully worn off. Their night together. At that time, Alice was definitely a woman. Was he so desperate that he perceived it that way, or was it real?

“I need to confirm something with Noel.”

“…No. You must never meet again. Absolutely not. You have marriage talks ongoing with Daphne.”

“Mother.”

“Not until after you marry Daphne.”

“…”

Khalid thought about the coachman driving the carriage carrying Alice. The coachman had been holding a dagger, and his mother had previously disposed of servants, maids, or slaves she disliked. Had those women really been sold to brothels? Or had they been killed beforehand?

‘I can’t embrace anyone else now. Only Noel… I want to find Noel and confirm what I saw last night.’

Khalid began planning how to find Noel without his mother knowing.