Passing through the staircase was a line of servants and maids who had prepared for the man slowly descending to leave for the princess''s pce. All of them, in a professional manner, kept their heads lowered, including a purple-haired woman who, unlike usual, also kept her head down.


    "Act as you normally do," Avendial said, dressed in a ck suit and ck boots, while his silver hair fluttered as his blue eyes nced toward Rivia, who stood with an exhausted expression. Her eyes, due to her ability, were vibrant; yet internally, she was overwhelmed by all the events that had urred the previous night.


    Her body felt mostly exhausted, but after freshening up, she appeared well enough as usual thanks to her  Synergy rejuvenating her body. Still, it wasn''t enough to calm the damage to her mind, which was filled with guilt and sorrow. Prompted by the man''s voice, she lifted her head defiantly. "I understand, Master."


    Avendial ignored her as sheposed herself, wearing an impassive look, though her amethyst eyes still showed signs of her overwhelmed mental state, filled with guilt umted from the previous night—only noticeable to those who knew her, for to strangers she appearedpletely fine.


    As Avendial stepped outside, he began to button his suit while casting a nce towards the maids lined up nearby. He paused a short distance away and focused on one particr maid before saying, "You and Alfred, return to the estate and organize all the records and documents concerning Croceaus'' assets. It must bepleted before I reach the estate."


    "Y-yes?" The maid hesitated for a moment, her surprise evident, before stealing a look at her father, who stood behind the Marquess, exuding professionalism in his role as a butler. He stepped forward to assist his daughter, adding, "It will be taken care of, Master. Wishing you a safe journey."


    Alfred understood that the primary reason the Marquess entrusted his daughter with tasks was that he and she had distinct roles. While Alfred focused on business documentation and the external affairs of the Croceaus family, the responsibility for the Marquess''s wardrobe choices, personal preferences, and the interior decoration of the Croceaus mansion fell to his daughter.


    This division ofbor made it reasonable for the Marquess to assign her the job of gathering details about all the valuable assets in his possession, ranging from watches worth millions of imperial crowns to cards and decorative items.


    The Marquess had a well-defined practice of keeping his personal and business expenses distinct, ensuring a clear separation to preserve equilibrium between the two. This approach was the reason Alfred and his daughter had delineated their responsibilities.


    In summary, both were obligated to present asset value reports to Marquess. Alfred''s role involved collecting all assets associated with Croceaus businesses, whereas her daughter would handle the reports rted to the mansion and personal belongings.


    "Follow me, Rivia" Avendial instructed the woman, who almost certainly would have mistakenly interpreted his orders meant for Alfred as her own, leading her to depart for Thaloris. However, he took the time to rify and emphasize that she should stay by his side.


    As he spoke, her head, which had been lowered in an attempt to appear calm and indifferent, lifted slightly, still maintaining her aloof demeanor while she followed closely behind, her grip tightening around the sword she clutched.


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    Located a considerable distance from Princess Katheria''s estate, which could be deemed her territory,y the expansive domain of Prince Orion.


    This area featured distinct amenities, ranging from medical facilities to various hospitals, hotels and airports, mirroring the resources found among all the royal heirs.


    The morning sunlight cast a warm radiance over the entire expanse, illuminating the immense mansion situated at the heart of the estate. This was essible through the grand golden metal gates, where numerous soldiers stood vignt.


    From one of the windows, a faint sound could be detected, barely audible to anyone outside, save for those present in that particr room.


    At a clear height of two stories, the outside wall of the mansion where that particr window gleamed with white marble. Moving inside, there was a bed in the corner of a room that appeared to be an office, with a desk in the middle and books on one side, while on the other side was a king-sized bed.


    pah pah pah


    Squelch Squelch


    "Ahn~? Uhnggh~!! Y..u...Haa...Haa High—HNGHH~?!"


    Squirt


    On the bedy a woman, her naked body on disy, legs bent and hips elevated, with her face pressed into a white pillow that she clutched tightly. Her lips left a red mark on the pillow as she maintained her position while a man of average build leaned forward, aligning his dick at her rosebud level, kept thrusting and pounding her, ignoring the trickling sweat from his forehead.


    "It appears the fact was true; your hole is loosened", Prince Orion lifted his eyelid to see the sight of the trembling and exhausted woman''s curvy back, who had been getting her rosebud withered all night, and he finally satisfied his curiosity about knowing a fact he had theoretically understood but was now clear.


    "Ahn~? Haah....Haah... Wh-what theory, Your Highness?", Neha Vrandin questioned, as she feltpletely drained from the relentless energy of the man who had been pounding her throughout the night. Aware of the benefits he offered her, she fought to keep her consciousness in check, refusing to sumb to exhaustion.


    "Exactly, there are two theories to be exact," Orion rified as he slowly retreated, causing his shaft to graduallye out of the hole, which, unlike the tiny sight from a few hours ago, was now stretched to a certain degree, revealing the thickness of the hole.


    He continued, "The first theory is about how, due to not being made for sexual activities, anal muscles are not as stretchable, making them regain their shape slower and leaving a sign of pration if done in the long run, unlike vaginal muscles."


    badump


    Neha''s heart thumped the moment she heard his words, feeling shame at being treated as a guinea pig for his experiments. But already knowing the personality of Prince Orion, which leaned more towards learning, she buried her face tightly in the pillow.


    ''?!''


    But suddenly her eyes widened the moment she felt his fingernding on her vagina, which waspletely wet, instinctively causing her fingers to tightly clutch the pillow in her hand before she heard further from Prince, "The second theory suggested that a majority of women can still have orgasms from anal sex.


    It now seems to be true based on the reactions I observed from maids and a few noblewomen."


    ''...Who?'' At that moment, hearing how she wasn''t the first to have gone through this, Neha wanted to inquire about the names of other noblewomen to use it against them, but knowing her limitations, she remained quiet.


    Orion stood from the bed, leaving the woman as he made his way towards the desk before he started to wear his clothes, keeping his eyes closed as he buttoned his shirt and ignoring his erect dick, which hadn''t ejacted even once from all night. He wore his pants, adding, "You may leave, Miss Vrandin, and you can expect to hear good news about your brother''s death in a few hours."


    "Th-thank you, Y-your highness," the woman hardly stood while holding her waist due to pain, but prioritizing the hierarchical position desired, she buried her pain down as she stood, before dressing herself up.


    Even though inwardly she felt her self-esteem hit bottom, knowing how she wasn''t even able to make the prince cum even once.