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The staff allowed access to the Crown Prince’s chambers, even a mere cleaning maid, had to meet rigorous qualifications. Their background had to be thoroughly verified, ensuring no criminal records extending three generations back, and no chronic illnesses. Only after such meticulous inspections could one qualify to enter the Imperial Palace.
Thus, admitting a blind maid of slave origin to the annex palace itself was an act of contempt toward the Crown Prince.
Ultimately, this maid symbolized Felix’s current standing in this nation. Her very existence was a stain and a blemish here. Her true master likely intended for him to feel humiliation and shame.
Yet, they also predicted that Felix wouldn’t kill the maid outright. That was how extraordinary her beauty was. Not just her face, but her proportions and body lines were flawless.
However, it wasn’t entirely satisfying. On her otherwise beautiful face, her restless, constantly wandering eyes deviated from his preferences. Not to mention her impertinent habits that surfaced sporadically.
“Master, I swear, it’s all for you…”
And, in the midst of it all, even repulsively ingratiating.
Felix leaned over Diana. As he observed her, the faint lingering effects of the drug began spreading through his entire body again.
Her cheeks, reddened from the steam of the bath, glowed. The heat rising from his lower abdomen coursed up his neck and surged to his crown.
“A slave with purification powers is rare. But Aizen didn’t place you here to save me, did he?”
“That’s because… I just… Master, I—ugh…”
Diana gasped as a massive pressure weighed against her navel. The hardness pressing up against her, visibly bulging through his trousers, seemed ready to tear through the fabric. She instinctively tried to step back, only to be dragged forward by his firm grip.
“I guess my brother wasn’t exactly kind to you.”
The man’s mocking tone was still scaldingly hot. So much so that it had become unbearable. When she listened closely, even his breathing sounded far from pained sighs.
It was only then that Diana realized. The Crown Prince hadn’t been poisoned in the ordinary sense. It was an aphrodisiac.
Harper, the head chef, had undoubtedly been sent by Aizen. Diana recalled Aizen telling her, “Someone will assist you.” Now she understood. When the Crown Prince ingested the aphrodisiac, Diana could naturally approach and connect with him physically…
Felix sneered as if amused.
“How fortunate. Now you’ll have something to report to my dear brother.”
His grip was rough as he flipped Diana over. Her delicate knees and calves scraped and hit the stone floor, reddening in irritation.
“Master, I—I ah!”
“Did he tell you to drug me and sneak in like a rat? Did he tell you to exploit my weakened state and feign pity? When will my brother ever truly understand who I am? The more time passes, the more curious I become…”
Amid his curses, her dress was pushed up to her waist, exposing her buttocks. Her plain undergarments barely covered her figure, leaving her entirely vulnerable. Compared to her slender shoulders and waist, her hips and thighs were more fleshy.
Even that was easily grasped in Felix’s large hands. The smooth texture and softness clung to his palms. His breath grew increasingly erratic. From the moment he had a bite of the bourguignon at dinner, his painfully erect state had been relentless.
Ironically, it was a drug he had consumed long ago. It was said to incite lust even in an elephant after just a few sips. It wasn’t meant for human consumption. Ultimately, the only way to detoxify such an aphrodisiac was to fulfill the aroused desire.
Under normal circumstances, even drugged, he wouldn’t have touched someone of uncertain background. But for some reason, his rebellious hands and tongue acted on their own, defying his rationality.
“Weren’t you here to do this all along? I’ll let it slide. Just stay still.”
The undergarments clinging to her luscious hips were pulled down to her thighs. Diana’s heart sank.
No, I have to say this isn’t what I intended…!
But how was that different from the truth? She couldn’t come up with an excuse. After all, she was indeed a spy sent for this purpose… There was no denying it, even if her master misunderstood her intentions.
In that brief moment of hesitation, his heated fingers parted her intimate folds, prying into her. Diana trembled like a trapped rabbit.
“A-ah…”
The rough, thick fingers trailed along her soft inner flesh before circling her entrance. She instinctively flinched, twisting her hips. Perhaps because the bathroom was filled with water, her sensitivity heightened beyond reason.
Her tight, resistant walls were forcefully spread apart, eliciting an unfamiliar sensation.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, her inner walls responded by producing slick fluids. Each time her abdomen and hips tensed and released as if trying to escape, her walls tightly clenched around his fingers.
Withdrawing his finger momentarily, he plunged it back inside, deeper this time. Felix sneered coldly.
“You’ll do.”
“M-Master, please, take it out—ah…”
“My brother truly has impeccable taste.”
He had to admit it. She was a woman crafted to torment men.
A sadistic desire to ravage this fragile form surged within him.
Felix reached a straightforward conclusion.
He would satisfy his desires as his brother intended, and then kill her without hesitation.
Though his master hadn’t explicitly said so, Diana instinctively knew she wouldn’t leave this bathroom alive.
Another finger joined the first, forcing its way into the tight opening. The second entry was smoother than the first.
As the scorching discomfort began to subside, a different sensation arose—an itch. Diana, unsure of how to deal with it, tensed and relaxed her hips alternately. At that moment, his thumb grazed the pearl-like bud at her apex.
“Ah!”
A short cry escaped her lips. Startled by the sound she had made, she swallowed her breath.
The fleeting pleasure that shot through her vanished quickly. However, as soon as he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, waves of pleasure rained down like arrows.
“A-ah…ah… Mm!”
A pleasure she had never felt before reverberated through her abdomen. Fear and a sense of crisis precariously competed with the sharp thrill.
No, this can’t be. How have I managed to protect myself until now…?
Amid the overwhelming confusion of her senses, Diana suddenly burst into tears.
“Master, I really didn’t, I didn’t know. Truly…”
The fact that she could only manage such a feeble excuse made her feel unbearably miserable.
The sound of Diana’s faint sobs echoed throughout the bathroom.
“I, I first met Chef Harper in this palace. I didn’t even know what kind of dishes he prepared, heuk. I just, I hated seeing you in pain, because…”
“……”
“I thought you might not have been okay either. If similar things had happened before… Of course, you’ll find this pathetic, but I… I mean…”
Diana’s words were incoherent, and she gasped for breath, not even aware of what she was saying. Her face was already wet with tears.
There was no reaction from behind her. The hand that had been fumbling as if to gauge where to proceed suddenly stopped. No, had it stopped?
The man clicked his tongue irritably.
The moment Diana’s heart sank with a thud, the fingers withdrew. As the tightly stretched area below relaxed, a peculiar mix of emptiness and relief washed over her.
As Diana barely managed to steady herself and tried to get up, a sharp warning shot out.
“If you don’t want to get pinned down here, stay still.”
“W-what?”
The Crown Prince didn’t respond to her foolish question.
Instead, a heavy sound of flesh moving roughly came from behind her. Squelch.Squelch.Squelch.
Diana held her breath, unable to even fix the skirt that had ridden up to her thighs. The Crown Prince was pleasuring himself with his own hand. It was an obscene act she couldn’t even begin to imagine.
“…Damn it.”
Felix, groaning through clenched teeth, flipped the rigid Diana over. She was so light and thin that he could handle her with one hand.
Felix lifted his hazy eyes and glared at the maid as if he would devour her.
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