Late at night.
After finishing his day’s work, Heliod returned to his bedroom and began organizing documents with a tired expression. Then, his eyes widened at the sight of a pink letterhead sticking out from the pile of papers. He hurriedly hid it as if someone might see, then quickly and awkwardly tore open the envelope.
[Sir Knight, it’s me, Luisha.]
The letter started off plainly, unlike usual. Heliod bit his lip and sprang to his feet, pacing restlessly before letting out a heated sigh, recalling what had happened earlier that day.
A gentle breeze filled with the scent of flowers. A warm touch brushing his cheek. Luisha’s thin dress, revealing her shoulders to welcome spring. And her nape, glowing pale under the sunlight thanks to her hair being tied up high…
‘…I’m insane.’
As the heat slowly pooled downward, he slammed his head against the corner of the wall. Luisha’s bright face and snow-white skin had been flashing through his mind without warning, and now, just seeing her letter was enough to make him hard.
He was clearly not in his right mind. Shaking his head, Heliod glanced at the small magic device enclosed with the letter.
[As I mentioned earlier today, I’m giving you something I’ve had. I don’t know if it’ll fit your size… try wearing it and send me a reply.]
Heliod’s pupils quivered with unease. Carefully, he lifted the thin silver ring using his index finger and thumb.
‘There’s a magic device that prevents… release.’
he sex toy that Luisha had secretly taught him about, saying she’d come up with a good idea.
‘It won’t come off unless you use the preset password. Please use it when you don’t want to be overwhelmed by lust.’
For a brief moment, Luisha’s sly face flashed through his mind, but Heliod gulped and looked down at his pants. It was said to painfully tighten when aroused, so just as Luisha mentioned, it seemed it could be useful when he was drowning in pleasure.
After hesitating for a while, Heliod carefully unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his undergarments and trousers just enough to expose his hips. Thanks to the thoughts of Luisha, his half-erect member sprang out, twitching with vigor. Heliod frowned, staring at it, then lightly pressed the silver ring against the base of his shaft, just above his balls. The magic device shimmered, then abruptly snapped open and quickly clamped down on his member.
“Kh.”
As expected, even though he wasn’t fully aroused yet, the release-preventing magic tool tightly squeezed his shaft, just as Luisha had warned. Heliod clenched and unclenched his fists, at a loss for what to do, then reached to remove the device. But it only tightened further around the base and emitted another sharp glimmer.
“Ugh!”
Heliod staggered and collapsed onto the floor. Despite having endured countless battles, swords, poisons, and pains, an unfamiliar agony surged through him. It reminded him of a life-or-death crisis—the third critical moment—causing him to break out in sweat and clench his fists in silence.
Then he continued reading Luisha’s letter.
[By the way, the release password is this: ‘Lady Luisha, please let me come.’]
‘…What?’
Heliod’s blue eyes widened, his mouth falling slightly open in shock.
Shaking his head as if to deny what he just saw, he looked at the letter again. But the words didn’t change.
‘That… what the hell is that supposed to mean…’
The next page was filled with Luisha’s words, rambling almost like an excuse.
[I’m sorry the password is like that. But this was the best I could do. When it was first activated, I had to set a password, and it became permanent—I can’t change it now.]
So she set this phrase… for another man?
A vein popped on Heliod’s forehead, and his jaw clenched tightly. He exhaled slowly, trying to rein in the heat flooding his eyes. The glinting ring’s intense pressure made it impossible to think straight. No doubt about it—it didn’t fit him properly, just like Luisha had worried. Heliod opened and closed his mouth several times, desperate to get the thing off, then shut his eyes tight.
“…Lady Luisha.”
But the words wouldn’t come after that. His face flushed red as he stared helplessly at his trembling, swelling shaft, painfully reacting to the pressure.
The magic device squeezed tighter. He had to say the lewd phrase out loud. And all he could think of was Luisha—her half-bare body, beautiful and vivid in his mind…
Heliod inhaled sharply. The pain was unbearable. A tear slipped down his cheek as he whispered faintly:
“Lady Luisha… please let me come.”
Click.
The magic device gave a cheerful sound and unlocked. Heliod shakily picked it up off the floor, then rushed to sit on the bed, rubbing his swollen shaft.
“Ugh… hhh.”
It was hot. And throbbing so much, a moan escaped on its own. He cupped the leaking tip with his hand, trying to control his ragged breathing, bending forward. His fully erect shaft stood tall, twitching with need. Saying Luisha’s password must have triggered him even more.
‘Just from that… seriously…’
Heliod shut his eyes, pumping his shaft slowly. The slick sound of his fluids acting as lube filled the air, stimulating him further. As he trembled, an unfamiliar darkness crept into his heart for the nameless man who had used that magic device before.
“Kh…”
Ever since that third crisis, he had pleasured himself every night. Luisha’s soft breasts haunted his thoughts, her face, tilting back in his hands, crying out beautifully. Heliod couldn’t suppress the surging lust that came without warning. If he didn’t see Luisha soon, he wasn’t sure he could hold out. Tonight, just the sight of her pale nape was enough to break him—his lower body betraying him, rising like a beast.
Gritting his teeth, Heliod pumped faster with his right hand. As the climax neared, his veins throbbed, and he quickly grabbed tissues to cover himself.
“…Hh!”
His back arched like a bow as he came, thick release spurting out. After all the masturbation and wet dreams, it was thinner than before, but still enough to coat his hand. Panting heavily, he wiped sweat from his forehead. The stickiness of the soiled tissues disgusted him.
‘Tonight too, in the end…’
As Luisha’s clear face came to mind, Heliod froze, his body tensing.
‘It’s because I like you.’
Her pure and innocent features. Those red lips parting to sweetly whisper—
‘I like you, Sir Knight.’
From head to toe, it felt like he was engulfed in flames. His shaft, stubbornly rising once more, made him grit his teeth. Between excitement and shame, longing and fear, that damned craving wedged itself in again like a curse.
“Why does this keep…”
Heliod squeezed his eyes shut and dug his nails into his thigh. But his member, shameless and still dripping with the seed he hadn’t fully wiped off, pulsed as if begging to be touched again, demanding attention.
In the end, Heliod grasped himself once more, preparing to endure another long night.
Naturally, his reply asking Luisha for a different magic device had to be sent the following morning.
❖ ❖ ❖
Time flew by, and it was already mid-spring with the cherry blossoms in full bloom.
I scratched at my lacy gloves, trailing after Mother as we made our way around the estate.
“Lusha, stop that. I told you not to scratch.”
“Mmm. But it’s itchy because of the lace.”
“Aren’t those gloves custom-made from Shugelia’s Dress Boutique? Are they uncomfortable?”
Mother’s sharp gaze flashed as if she might cut off their sponsorship right then and there, making me avert my eyes with an awkward smile.
“It’s fine. It’s always like this. No matter how fancy the lace is, it still gets itchy, you know.”
“Then bear with it. Is a noble lady going to walk around scratching her arms?”
“You’re so mean…”
I pouted slightly, and Mother let out a sigh. Jenny and the head maid, following behind, flinched and immediately started watching Mother’s mood.
“If you have nothing to do, go get ready to receive your partner. And stop scratching your arms.”
My sulking face instantly lit up with joy.
Partner. Heliod. My knight!
“Is he here already?!”
“A letter arrived earlier. He’s probably passed through the front gates by now. The party preparations are going smoothly, so you’re free to go.”
It had already been ten days since I, with Quesa and Mary’s advice, had rushed to the temple to confess to Heliod and come back. Since then, we’d exchanged letters as lively as before—enough to fill a room—and the flies buzzing around, trying to interfere, had settled down to some extent.
But no matter how many letters we sent, not seeing Heliod’s face was hard. I’d been waiting desperately for the party day, and finally, it was here—the day I’d get to see him again. The debutante of the spring social season, held for the first time after the victory! Today was the grand first step to announcing to everyone that Heliod was my man.
Humming a tune, I dashed downstairs with Jenny. Mother shouted behind me not to run, but I didn’t hear a word. I just wanted to see Heliod, and show him how adorable I looked.
“Jenny, do I look pretty?”
“Of course! Tonight, the most beautiful lady in the entire Empire will be you, Lady Luisha!”
I smiled with satisfaction and swept my long hair back. Remembering how Heliod said he liked long hair, I had divided it in two, braiding the upper half neatly and letting it fall over my shoulders, while the lower half was adorned with all kinds of jeweled flowers fixed in place with a magic device, sparkling beautifully with every movement.
And the dress? To match Heliod’s eye color, we’d sourced a blue fabric said to be infused with special ground gemstones. The top was draped in sheer lace over the shoulders and chest, while the skirt was layered generously, flowing wide and full. Every time I took a dainty step, the hem rippled like waves, and my slender ankles, paired with tall heels decorated with large sapphires, peeked through, catching the eye.
Even to myself, I looked like a goddess out of myth. Just thinking about seeing Heliod with this giddy heart made all the past waiting feel worth it.
“Baron Heliod Vus is entering!”
Not long after I arrived in the hall, the booming voice of the herald made my heart race. I quickly composed myself and looked toward the grand entrance with sparkling eyes. As Heliod stepped in, dressed handsomely in formal uniform, adjusting the buttons on his sleeves, I felt dizzy and touched my forehead.
I ran straight to him.
“Sir Knight!”
Heliod’s mouth fell open as he watched me run toward him, my skirts fluttering. He stared at me, as if in a daze, then snapped to his senses and quickly bowed.
“Greetings, Lady Arpen.”
“It’s been a while. Have you been well?”
I smiled brightly, my face glowing with excitement, and once again Heliod seemed to lose himself. His cheeks flushed red, and he couldn’t even hide it as he avoided my gaze.
“…I’ve been well. Have you been in good health, my lady?”
“Yes! …Ah, no!”
I widened my eyes and crossed my arms.
“It was a bit hard because I missed you.”
“…”
Heliod couldn’t respond. He raised a hand to his lips, blinking rapidly, then let out a heated sigh.
“Please… refrain from saying such things.”
“Why? Was it too much?”
“No, it’s just… there are too many ears around.”
“Then can I say it when we’re alone?”
I leaned in with a teasing smile.
“Heliod, shall we go to my room then?”
“My lady!”
Heliod’s face turned bright red. He fidgeted awkwardly, then lowered his head, replying in a trembling voice.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“You’re just too cute, that’s all.”
“What part of me is…?”
Heliod bit his lip and sighed again. Finally calming himself, he glanced around and bent toward me.
“More importantly, my lady… I have a request.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“…That…”
Sweat beaded on Heliod’s brow, and his eyes glistened slightly. He opened and closed his mouth several times, then finally covered it with the back of his hand and whispered softly.
“Please… take this off for me.”
Tilting my head, I followed his gaze downward… to his neatly buttoned trousers.
Ah. I understood immediately and gave a mischievous smile.
“Looks like you’re wearing what I gave you.”
The previous magic ring to prevent release had been scrapped—it was uncomfortable and had obvious flaws. So I’d custom-made a new magic device, fitted to Heliod’s size, to suppress his urges.
Specifically…
“So? How’s the chastity belt? Does it fit well?”
Heliod’s custom-designed special chastity belt. He was set to wear it throughout the entire ball tonight.
“…It fits, but…”
Heliod hesitated, biting his lip. Guessing what he was about to say, I whispered with a wicked smile.
“I told you to wear it before arriving. Looks like you put it on a bit early.”
“…”
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Heliod’s face flushed crimson. He glanced around in panic, then lowered his voice.
“If I knew this is what it was, I wouldn’t have worn it.”
That’s right. A normal chastity belt would have openings for necessities—but not the one I made. Heliod’s custom belt had no gaps or holes, squeezing tight for function, and offering no relief—not even to pee.
Sweating, Heliod tugged slightly at his tie and pleaded.
“Please… take it off. Why did you make it so I can’t remove it myself?”
“Because it defeats the purpose if you can remove it, Sir Knight.”
Best of all, only my hand could release the belt. It was embedded with a red magic stone that recognized my fingerprint—without my touch, it wouldn’t unlock.
Watching him squirm, I tugged at his sleeve.
“There’s a bathroom upstairs. Let’s go. I’ll take it off for you.”
“…Understood.”
Heliod sighed deeply and followed me. Just then, the drawing room doors opened, and my father appeared, walking out with a dignified expression.
“Baron Vus, good to see you… Lusha! You look stunning!”
He let out a short exclamation, looking warmly at me. Father… seriously, what was he doing here instead of with Mother? Embarrassed, I cleared my throat. Father quickly regained composure and straightened his shoulders.
“Ahem. So, this is your first proper meeting, isn’t it?”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Duke Arpen.”
Heliod bowed politely. I glanced nervously between my strict-acting father and Heliod, who was clenching his fists.
‘Sir Knight must be desperate right now.’
Worse, who knew what strange thing Father might say, especially since he didn’t like Heliod. I quickly linked arms with him and pulled him to the side.
“Father, Sir Knight and I are heading upstairs—we have something to discuss.”
“Upstairs…? Isn’t that where your room is, Lusha?”
Fire sparked in Father’s golden eyes.
“It’s Baron Vus’s first time here, and I’d like to host him properly in the drawing room. Wouldn’t you prefer that too?”
“Ah, well…”
Flustered, I glanced at Heliod, whose face had turned ghostly pale. Of course—going to the drawing room meant having tea, and waiting!
What should we do? Skipping introductions at the first social event of the year would be rude… I had planned to slip away before Mother and Father arrived!
“As the Duke wishes.”
Before I could decide, Heliod responded with utmost courtesy. I gasped and nudged his side. Heliod stared stiffly at the floor, refusing to look at me. Father eyed us suspiciously, then returned to his dignified act and motioned us forward.
And so, Heliod and I could only trudge along after him… step by step.
❖ ❖ ❖
Thus passed thirty minutes that felt like an hour.
After sending Jenny to keep watch, I followed Heliod into a room with an attached bathroom to unlock his chastity belt. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I waited briefly before Heliod emerged, walking weakly toward me.
“Ahem, um… sorry. Father can be a bit talkative, huh?”
“…It’s fine.”
Heliod blushed when he saw me waiting just outside. Rubbing his face tiredly, he avoided my gaze.
“Did you put the chastity belt back on?”
“…Yes.”
“Good job. Next time, I’ll take it off quicker.”
