It was a dream.

But even though he knew it was a dream, there was nothing Blain could do about it. He could only watch as it went on.

Before him, a man and a woman were entwined together, a woman whose pure white naked body moved against the man’s darkly tanned, naked skin. The woman was hugging the huge man, her face reddened as she moaned, crying out his name.

“Ishakan…ah, Ishakhan…!”

She was not doing this merely for carnal pleasure. Her purple eyes were clouded with pleasure, but filled with such love, as if she were mad for the man she embraced. Everything in her eyes whispered endlessly that she loved him.

Blain had wanted that look. He had longed for it, but could never have it. He wanted to shout insults at them, and he wanted to move between them and wrench the intertwined bodies apart immediately. But his own body felt as immovable as stone.

As he struggled to free himself from these invisible bonds, the pair were moving toward the end. Leah shuddered continuously, as if she could hardly endure it.

“Ah, hmm, stop…!”

She stiffened. Saliva wet her lips as she moaned uncontrollably and clung to the man’s broad back, her hands trembling.

She had nearly cl!maxed. Unconsciously, Blain found himself holding his breath, gazing at her as if hypnotized. Overwhelmed with pleasure, suddenly Leah’s head turned, and her eyes met his.

Blain woke up.

“……!”

The cool night air quickly brought him to his senses, and he found himself in the King’s bedchamber. Looking quickly around the room, he pulled off his blanket and sat on the edge of the bed, laughing to himself nervously.

His manhood was er3ct. Blain tossed sweat-soaked hair back as he tried to calm his breathing, but his face contorted when he saw the silver strands of hair clinging stickily to his fingers, damp with sweat.

He pulled the rope next to the bed. As soon as the bell rang, the maids who were always waiting outside entered. Blain looked them over one at a time, then pointed to the maid on the left.

“You.”

The other maids departed instantly, leaving the girl alone. Blain didn’t even need to speak. He just shifted his gaze to his crotch and the maid immediately climbed onto his bed to suck him.

Expressionless, Blain leaned back against the headboard, looking down at the girl sucking on his c0ck. Unconsciously, the maid looked up, and their eyes met.

Blain smiled softly.

His c0ck shoved deep into her mouth, and she let out a gagging noise as he pushed into her throat. He didn’t care.

He looked at the maid and he was bored. He could have anything he wanted, easily. He was good-looking, wealthy, powerful, the King of Estia. No one would refuse him, except one person.

Leah…

She was the only woman he wanted. He thought of Leah in his dream. She always had a somber expression, but in his dream she had looked so fresh, filled with life like a spring flower, fresh bloomed.

The Princess of Estia was beautiful. Even those who despised her as a flower with no fragrance were still impressed when they saw her.

Blain’s lips tightened. The maid with pale hair looked like a silver-haired woman in the dark. Roughly, he pulled her head up by the hair to thrust into her as the image of Leah moaning, her face flushed, filled his vision.

Rapidly, his hips pounded upward until he [email protected]

“Damn…”

But bitterness filled his heart as soon as he was empty, and his mind was in chaos.

“Get out,” he ordered, waving a hand. The maid fled immediately, and Blain lay back down on his bed.

“……”