On the weekend, the sun was high in the sky.
Golden patches of light. Sunlight through the gaps in the curtains cast a few streaks on the soft Carpet.
Wendy woke amid a delicate, tender warmth of soft bodies.
On the left were Astreia’s long, beautiful legs in pink-purple Pantyhose, still possessively wrapped around his waist even in sleep, declaring ownership.
On the right was Laxana’s golden long hair, spread like a waterfall over the pillow, a few strands playfully tickling his cheek, making it itch.
The memories of last night surged like a broken dam.
Unlike the sadistic, training-style Punishment given to Laxana, Astreia’s Punishment of him was almost frenzied.
After Laxana fled into the bathroom, the Witch picked him up and slammed him hard against the door.
Then the sofa.
Balcony, desk, kitchen.
Only at the end, the Queen’s Bed…
Flying up and down, spiraling and weaving, tumbling and soaring!
Until he was once again drained of his last bit of strength did the two enter the bathroom in each other’s arms, and then saw Laxana, already exhausted and asleep in the bathtub…
Recalling that steamy scene, Wendy’s heart still couldn’t help but pound.
One hand gently stroked Astreia’s smooth, Pantyhose-clad legs, while the other carefully caressed Laxana’s golden hair.
A woman in each arm, the pinnacle of life.
But as the humiliating yet thrilling memories of last night returned, his fair face flushed scarlet.
Laxana in his arms stirred, making a kitten-like mewl.
She slowly opened her violet eyes, at first bewildered, then…
She found herself wrapped around Wendy like an octopus, and on Wendy’s other side lay the culprit!
“Ah!”
Laxana let out a small cry, scrambling to escape Wendy’s embrace, but her movement was so large that she rolled right off the other side of the bed.
A dull thud.
“Ouch…”
Laxana’s pained cry came from the floor.
The noise finally woke the other Queen.
Astreia’s long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her Purple Flame-like Magic Eyes.
She didn’t look first at Laxana, who had rolled off the bed, but lazily stretched, her perfect curves fully revealed in the morning light.
Then she lowered her head and planted a good-morning kiss full of intense Possessiveness on Wendy’s lips.
“My Prince, did you sleep well last night?”
Her voice had a just-woken huskiness, yet it was deadly sexy.
“It seems… This King fed you quite full.”
Wendy’s face flushed red.
It was not just full; he was practically about to burst.
“Hmph!”
Laxana struggled up from the floor, still in that wrinkled black fishnet outfit, and with her puffed-up expression, she didn’t look miserable; instead, there was a certain adorable sulkiness to her.
Astreia tilted her head and looked down at her, a playful curve lifting the corner of her lips.
Rubbing her sore bottom, she complained softly, “You two… are shameless!”
“Shanna, it seems yesterday’s Punishment wasn’t enough.”
“Did you forget who made us so tired yesterday?”
Laxana’s face grew even redder, half from anger, half from shame.
She opened her mouth to retort, but couldn’t say a single word.
After all, when it came to the cause, she was indeed the one who started it.
“All right, all right.”
Wendy quickly stepped in to mediate.
He sat up, the quilt slipping off to reveal a muscular chest covered in suggestive marks.
“Now that we’re all awake, we must be hungry.”
“Shanna.”
Astreia suddenly spoke, directly ordering Laxana, “Go prepare breakfast for us.”
Laxana was stunned.
“Why should I?!” she retorted instinctively.
“Because you made a mistake last night.”
Astreia raised an eyebrow.
“Or do you want to relive what happened in front of the mirror yesterday?”
Laxana was instantly silenced, her face turning a little pale, clearly remembering that unbearable scene.
She bit her lip, glared furiously at Astreia, and finally walked reluctantly to the wardrobe at the Room door.
“Wait.”
Astreia called her back again.
Laxana froze, turning back in disbelief, “What do you mean?”
“Who told you to change clothes?”
Astreia leaned lazily against the headboard and pointed at the black fishnet outfit she was wearing.
“Go do it wearing just that.”
“You…!” Laxana was shaking with anger.
Astreia’s tone was flat, but the pressure was overwhelming.
“This King hasn’t even let you show the tally marks you wrote yesterday.”
Laxana took a deep breath, then another, and finally forced out a few words through her teeth.
“…Understood.”
She slammed the wardrobe door with a bang, and with her messy golden hair and shameful fishnet outfit, she stormed out of the bedroom and ran to the private kitchen next door.
Wendy watched this, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
This was no Punishment; this was clearly just erotic play.
“Don’t laugh.”
Astreia suddenly leaned in, her nose almost against Wendy’s.
“Hers is Punishment.”
“Yours is Reward.”
The Witch’s fingertip slid down Wendy’s chest, finally stopping at a dangerous spot.
“After breakfast, This King will properly ‘enjoy’ my Reward.”
Wendy shuddered all over.
“Spare me, Queen Commander. Even a landlord’s family has no surplus grain left!”
Just then.
Suddenly, a scream from Laxana came from the direction of the kitchen.
-Ah!
Then came a clatter of pots, pans, bowls, and plates hitting the floor.
Wendy and Astreia exchanged a glance.
Wendy’s mouth twitched.
“She wouldn’t have used Magic to cook and blown up the kitchen, would she?”
“It’s possible.”
Astreia nodded, yet there was no worry on her face; instead, she urged with interest, “Go check quickly–my breakfast must not be lost.”
Wendy had no choice but to throw on a bathrobe and head to the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was shocked by the sight.
He saw Laxana standing helplessly amid the mess, broken eggs and spilled milk all over the floor, her black fishnet outfit covered in white flour and yellow egg liquid, making her look like a drenched cat that had just rolled in a flour pile.
Black smoke was billowing from the kitchen stove.
“Cough, cough…”
Laxana coughed from the smoke, and when she saw Wendy enter, her eyes immediately turned red.
“I… I didn’t mean it…”
She explained pitifully, “I just wanted to fry an egg, but who knew that fire…”
Wendy looked at this Lady who never lifted a finger for chores, both annoyed and amused.
He walked over, put out the stove fire with water, then picked up a rag and began cleaning the mess on the floor.
“Stand over there and don’t move,” Wendy said helplessly. “If you keep going, we’ll all go hungry for breakfast today–the dining hall doesn’t open on rest days.”
Laxana watched Wendy’s busy back, her heart a mix of emotions.
She bit her lip and asked quietly, “Wendy… are… are you not angry with me?”
“Why would I be angry?” Wendy said without looking up as he wiped the floor. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Astreia already Punished you too, didn’t she?”
Laxana lowered her head, looked at her wretched, shameful appearance, and nodded.
“But… yesterday I…”
“What happened yesterday is in the past,” Wendy interrupted. “Astreia also…”
Wendy quickly finished cleaning up, then skillfully began preparing breakfast, his movements smooth and fluid–clearly he cooked often.
Laxana stood nearby, staring dazedly at Wendy’s profile.
Morning light came through the window, gilding the Prince in a soft golden rim, and his focused expression left her staring for a moment.
‘Why can this man be so gentle?’
‘He is clearly the treasure in this World who should be held in the palm of one’s hand the most.’
“Ding-dong–“
Just then, the doorbell rang abruptly.
Laxana jolted and suddenly realized.
“Someone’s here?!”
‘I’m still wearing this outfit!’
She panicked and wanted to find a place to hide.
But Wendy was quicker.
He turned off the fire, made a hush gesture to Laxana, then went to the door and peered out through the gap.