The soft light of the morning shone on her eyelids, she gave a soft groan. She would have to get up soon. Had she been making lace well into the night? She had to find someone to marry quicker than Leticia. But why did she feel so lazy? She wanted to sleep a bit more. She turned away from the light of the sun.

Hmmm, this feels nice. The silk sheets felt nice, not too warm and not too cold; very comfortable. She rubbed her cheek against the fabric; it felt so nice she smiled.

She decided to buy this kind of bed linen for her bed too.

She wanted to wake up in such a comfortable environment everyday.

But why was she sleeping in silk bedding? She frowned. Something was odd.

She rubbed her eyes as they opened,

‘My sleeping Princess, you look good enough to eat.'

‘Hmmm...?'

That voice was familiar but it wasn't Matthias' voice. Iris was still hovering between dreams and wakefulness as the voice continued,

‘I'm reaching the limits of my restraint, is it alright if I attack you?'

What on earth is this person saying?

And, who is this person who says attack without any preamble? Iris became irritated with the person disturbing her comfortable sleep. She opened her eyes ready to admonish the person, but her eyes widened to the limit.

She gasped.

‘What's the matter, Iris? Did you forget about me, about last night?' he asked.

‘N-no…'

She really would like to forget if it was possible. Unfortunately, she remembered every single detail.

Ernest had drunk the love potion.

Iris had been proposed to before all the guests at the Royal Ball. And in front of them, she had been carried and brought to the Royal chambers, sweetly coerced and eventually her virginity had been taken.

Ernest was lying on the bed dressed in a casual shirt and trousers. He must have been awake awhile, and been staring at Iris' sleeping form.

‘Don't worry, I cleaned you up and dressed you.'

‘Huh?'

‘I had thought about calling the maids, but then I decided I didn't want anyone else touching you even if they were a woman.'

‘I see...Thank you.'

She looked down and she was wearing a night dress under thick robes. While she fully understood it, she was still mortified enough to blush.

Ernest had cleaned her body that had been stained by hers and his body fluids.

Was this evidence that the desire to monopolise from the love potion was still in effect?

“A lifetime. Forever... give this potion to the man you want and watch him drink it while he looks at you and the man is forever yours.”

Matthias' explanation appeared in her mind.

What should she do? She bemoaned as she turned away from him.
But Ernest's eyes flashed a hungry light and he dragged her back to him with the belt of the robe.

‘Iris, you think quite a lot.'

‘Huh?'

‘In this situation, are you still not aware of me?'

He pressed his body against hers, pushing his hardness against her pelvis.

‘You don't understand that just because you were sleeping next to me, I have been hard all night.'

His hot hard lump was pushing against her in a distressing way.

Iris tried to push Ernest away and escape,

‘Iris don't run away. Are you trying to excite me?'

‘But, don't tell me such things early in the morning…'

‘Is it fine at night?'

Wrong.

Iris glared at him sharply, but Ernest chuckled.

His hand went, unhesitant, under her clothes, stroking her thighs and buttocks.

Iris moaned subconsciously from the unexpected stimulation.

Though she had a nightgown and robe on, she wasn't wearing a chemise and drawers.

‘Ernest, no…'

It's not good at night, but it is even more so in the morning.

The appearance of Ernest's lust heated golden gaze was indecent even if the canopy was lowered.

‘Hmm, why? Are you uncomfortable there?' Ernest stopped his wandering hand and asked a bit anxiously
‘Hmmm?'

Well, yes she had a bit of discomfort in her lower abdomen, but her entrance wasn't uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, there was a slight heated feeling.

After her slightly stupid reaction, Iris' eyes widened.

Oh, she could use this.

This was a great opportunity to avoid his harassment if she said she was in pain.

She clenched the lapels of the robe together and she said,

‘Yes, I am still in quite a bit of pain. So if you wouldn't touch…' as she tried to push his hand out of her now wet mouth of her honey pot.

But Ernest laughed and continued to play with her fleshy petals.

‘Why aren't you listening?'

‘Because, you are lying.'

‘It isn't a lie...ahn~'

‘You're so cute, Iris. Weren't you taught not to show any hesitation when you want to deceive someone?'

He had seen though her.

Who would be teaching her such bad things? She tried to retort but when her mouth opened, she only moaned. She bit her lip to stop herself.

The thing with black-bellied people was that one should not show any weakness as their prey, but it was already too late.

‘I would have to punish you for lying, Iris.' Ernest said, his golden eyes glimmering with pleasure.

At that moment, Iris regretted that Ernest had drunk the love potion as he pushed his finger into her hot flesh.

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