Click.
A metallic turning sound came from the direction of the door, instantly shattering the lingering sweetness and warmth in the room.
Wendy and Laxana’s movements froze at the same time, each seeing the same look on the other’s face—a terrified expression as if the world was ending.
Who else in the entire academy could use a key to open this dorm room door, which was exclusive to the Princess of Valoran, besides the two of them?
Astreia!
Wasn’t she supposed to be in detention?!
Wasn’t she supposed to not be back until tomorrow?!
Creak—
The door was pushed open slowly.
A tall figure appeared at the entrance. Her light golden hair was slightly disheveled, and the magic academy uniform skirt she wore was wrinkled and tired-looking. Her strikingly beautiful, heroic face was filled with visible exhaustion.
The person who entered was Astreia, who had ended her “detention” early.
The air in the room instantly solidified at that moment.
Wendy and Laxana even held their breath in shock, maintaining their half-dressed, ambiguous posture, their minds a complete blank.
‘This is it.’
That was the only thought in both their heads.
‘This really is it now.’
Being caught in bed red-handed like this was even more thrilling and deadly than any cliché drama in storybooks.
With Astreia’s possessiveness—comparable to a magical beast—and her terrifying combat ability, what would she do?
Nail Laxana to the wall?
Or break his own legs?
Or maybe smash both of them into meat paste?
But Astreia just stood quietly at the door. Her emerald green eyes swept over the two entangled figures on the bed. Her expression didn’t change at all, not showing even a hint of surprise.
No roar. No anger.
She just tilted her head, looked at Laxana, whose face was bright red and who wished she could crawl into a hole, then looked at Wendy, who was frozen on the bed and had even forgotten to pull up the covers.
Then, in a voice so calm it was eerie, she spoke: “I told you long ago, I don’t mind.”
“What?”
Wendy and Laxana were both stunned, wondering if they were hallucinating from excessive shock.
They had thought she was just joking back then.
Whoosh—
Astreia let out a long breath, walked into the room, and casually closed the door behind her.
“You have no idea, that crazy woman Dean Layana wasn’t punishing me with detention at all. She clearly caught me to be her free magic experiment target!”
She rubbed her sore shoulders, complaining full-faced.
“Either I’m covered in all kinds of weird sticky slime all day and night, or I’m struck by lightning or frozen… If I weren’t thick-skinned, I’d probably be a pile of charcoal by now.”
Astreia poured herself a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, completely ignoring the two petrified bodies on the bed.
After finishing her complaints, she finally turned her attention back to Wendy and Laxana, a hint of slyness flashing in her emerald eyes.
“I’m outside, suffering and toiling to uphold Valoran’s honor, getting tortured as a target all day. Yet you two, in my dorm, are having so much fun.”
“Isn’t that… a little unfair?”
‘Here it comes!’
Wendy’s mental alarm bells rang loudly.
From his understanding of Astreia, the calmer she seemed, the more serious the problem was.
“So—”
Astreia put down her glass, walked step by step to the bed, and looked down at them from above.
“I need a little compensation.”
As punishment, and also as compensation, the Princess Royal stretched out three slender fingers, her smile growing brighter.
“You two must fulfill three requests for me.”
She raised the first finger.
“First, I feel terrible from all that magic slime on me. You two will attend to my bath right now.”
The moment the words fell, Laxana’s eyes lit up instantly.
Attend to Astreia’s bath?
With Wendy?
How was this punishment? This was clearly a huge blessing!
Not only had she monopolized Prince Wendy—the man every woman on the continent dreamed of—last night, but today she could openly cuddle and be affectionate with her favorite childhood friend!
Could there be anything happier than this?!
Laxana felt her life had reached its peak.
Wendy’s face, on the other hand, instantly fell.
Getting caught in bed as the “lover,” and then having to attend to the “official wife’s” bath together with said “lover”?
What kind of absurd and bizarre plot development was this?
However, before he could protest, Astreia raised a second finger, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Second, after the bath, we’re going to play a little game.”
Then came the third finger.
“As for the third request… I’ll tell you after the game ends.”
***
In the bathroom, steam rose, the air thick with mist.
In the large circular bath, Astreia stretched her perfectly voluptuous body, leaning against the edge of the pool, her eyes half-closed in comfort.
Laxana knelt behind her, holding a towel, scrubbing her smooth back with immense excitement.
The force and enthusiasm she used seemed like she wanted to peel off a layer of Astreia’s skin.
Wendy, on the other hand, was assigned an extremely awkward task.
He crouched by the edge of the pool, responsible for massaging “Her Majesty the Queen’s” calves.
The warm pool water lapped against his wrists, and beneath his palms was Astreia’s skin—powerful, yet incredibly smooth and delicate.
The prince lowered his head, water droplets rolling off the tips of his dark blue hair, splashing onto the smooth marble floor. The heat rising in his cheeks was almost enough to instantly evaporate the cool droplets.
‘Too humiliating.’
He was a transmigrator from modern civilization, the noble heir to a kingdom, yet now he knelt by the edge of a bath like a lowly servant, massaging the calves of the woman before him.
Even more absurdly, not far behind him, a golden-haired beauty was humming a tuneless song, enthusiastically scrubbing the same woman’s back.
This vivid, seductive scene only made him want to wail inside.
“Wendy.”
Astreia’s lazy voice came from above.
“Hm?” Wendy responded dully.
“A little harder.”
“…Okay.”
As Astreia spoke, she crossed her legs in a seductive, carefree manner, and in the gaps between them, a deep silhouette flickered in and out of view in the mist.
The bath time ended in a strange, ambiguous, yet seductive atmosphere.
***
When the three returned to the bedroom in their bathrobes, Astreia somehow produced a pure black silk ribbon.
“Alright, now let’s begin the punishment game.”
She walked up to Wendy, a little devil’s smile on her face.
Under Wendy and Laxana’s confused gazes, she blindfolded Wendy with the black ribbon, tying it into a pretty bow at the back of his head.
The world instantly plunged into darkness.
The warm scent from their shared bath still lingered at the tip of his nose, mixed with the completely different body fragrances of the two beauties, creating an even more deadly temptation.
Wearing a loose bathrobe, his dark blue hair still damp, Wendy’s handsome, flawless face—blindfolded by the black ribbon—revealed a kind of ascetic yet fallen, broken beauty.
It made both Astreia and Laxana’s hearts flutter.
Then Astreia’s voice whispered softly in Wendy’s ear, carrying a barely restrained excitement and mockery:
“The rules are simple. Next, Laxana and I will take turns kissing you.”
“After it’s over, you must accurately distinguish who just kissed you.”
“If you get them all right, then last night’s matter is wiped clean.”
Astreia leaned in even closer, her hot breath almost drilling into Wendy’s ear.
“But… if you get it wrong—”
“Then you’ll have to accept… the strictest punishment I’ve prepared for you~”