“My Prince, like this… am I beautiful~?”
The Witch’s voice was seductive to the bone, as delicate as a mosquito’s hum.
Yet in the upward lilt of her words, there was a trace of expectation, nervousness, and a slight tremble—emotions even she herself hadn’t noticed.
Success!
Wendy’s breath caught for a brief moment.
He looked at the Bunny Girl before him—so ashamed her ears were practically bleeding, yet still forcing herself to stay calm and pose seductively—and felt a surge in his heart that wasn’t simply desire.
It was a deep satisfaction of accomplishment.
This was his step-by-step guidance.
His own careful design.
A “limited edition” Witch Queen belonging solely to him!
Wendy forcibly suppressed the excitement swirling inside, resisting the urge to pounce.
Instead, he slowly stood up, and with a gesture almost reverent, gently embraced the warm, tense, and astonishingly resilient body.
“Beautiful… very beautiful.”
The Prince’s voice was low and hoarse, as if desperately suppressing a volcano on the verge of eruption.
“Astreia, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…”
He used nearly all his strength to hold Astreia tightly, pressing her into his arms.
His cheek buried deep in that breathtakingly soft curve, he inhaled the unique scent—a mix of daisy fragrance and the sweet, decadent allure.
The body in his embrace stiffened noticeably.
Beneath the visually stunning attire, her skin was burning hot, nearly igniting, and her heart pounded so hard it threatened to shatter her chest.
The seductive dignity Astreia struggled to maintain collapsed entirely under Wendy’s embrace and praise.
Without hesitation, she hugged him back, arms tightening with a force that seemed determined to fuse this maddeningly handsome Prince into her very bones.
“I… I like you too… My Prince~”
Wendy could clearly sense that with his desire, the turbulent magic within Astreia was rapidly calming and dissolving.
The last hint of demonic crimson at the corner of her eye faded in the extremity of their passion, replaced once more by clear, captivating emerald.
Purification was underway.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Astreia, are you… trembling?”
Wendy slowly lifted his head.
His mesmerizing eyes now seemed to burn with twin flames as he stared at the lovely yet embarrassed face before him.
“Nonsense!”
The Witch retorted fiercely, but the pair of white bunny ears atop her head quivered uncontrollably, betraying her inner turmoil.
“If you’re not trembling…”
A wicked smile curled at Wendy’s lips as his hands slid down her shapely waist.
“Then why don’t we do something… that will help us both relax completely?”
He intended to utterly conquer the wavering city of “Astreia” in this battle.
***
And so.
A life of joy began, under the name of “Purification,” sticky and inseparable, with no regard for heaven or earth.
Time seemed to freeze on the third floor of Sunset Fortress.
The turbulence outside, the undercurrents in the Royal Capital, all felt utterly disconnected from this perpetually closed room.
Sometimes, Wendy took the lead, using all sorts of unimaginable “knowledge” to guide the Bunny Girl, unlocking one shameless pose after another she had never dreamed of.
At other times, Astreia’s wildness exploded—lifting Wendy high and trapping him with her powerful legs that could crush stone, forcing the Prince to plead in shame and helplessness.
This was a paradise of pleasure for Prince and Princess alone.
Day and night without rest…
The good news General Sera sent to the Royal Capital vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Meanwhile, the commotion created by the Crown Princess and Prince Wendy, after abandoning all shame and moral restraint, was utterly shocking.
From that night on, there was no longer wind or insects in Sunset Fortress.
The sounds drifting intermittently from the third floor of the castle were sometimes loud as a battle song, sometimes long as a sigh, sometimes rapid as a sudden rain, sometimes suppressed as a whimper.
Those sounds were like a living curse, tearing apart the fragile discipline and restraint of the military camp with ease.
Young female soldiers spent entire nights tossing and turning, eyes red as blood, unable to sleep.
Their minds replayed the erotic scene glimpsed on the balcony in daylight, and their ears were filled with increasingly clear and unabashed “live broadcasts.”
“My God, did you hear it? It’s starting again… Is Prince Wendy really still alive?”
A female soldier with huge dark circles grumbled in a low voice as she furiously scrubbed her underwear by the icy river at dawn.
“Alive?”
Another whispered, her face weary and filled with a longing that couldn’t be spoken.
“I think Her Highness wants to love Prince Wendy to death in her bed so no one else can have him!”
Centurion Lina listened to her subordinates’ wild words, feeling her temples throb.
She helplessly pointed to the mountain of laundry waiting to be cleaned.
“Stop dreaming, you idiots! The fortress’s laundry business has increased tenfold because of you lot! Hurry up and wash everything!”
At her words, the female soldiers stuck out their tongues, their gazes growing even more ambiguous.
“So jealous of Her Highness Astreia! She can bully Prince Wendy so much!”
“I heard there’s still no reply from the Royal Capital. Is the Veid Family about to make a move?”
“Make a move? Who would dare come to Sunset Fortress now? Can’t you see Her Highness is replenishing her ‘strength’? Hahaha!”
Rumors evolved from shock to sarcasm, and then to feverish envy.
The officers maintained a facade of seriousness, but privately, who hadn’t placed bets on how long Prince Wendy could last tonight?
Finally, the anchor of Sunset Fortress, General Sera George, reached her breaking point.
She hadn’t slept for three nights.
The nightly magical sounds were torture, filling the mind of this battle-hardened general with wild, uncontrollable images.
More importantly, the army’s morale was unraveling!
“Utterly ridiculous!”
In the council chamber, Sera slammed the table.
Her lone eye swept over her subordinates, each one weary and sleep-deprived.
“The Royal Capital’s delay is already suspicious! If this chaos continues, the Orcs won’t need to return—we’ll collapse first!”
She took a deep breath, a flash of resolve in her gaze.
“We can’t wait any longer!”
Without finishing her words, she seized her warhammer and stormed toward the room where the sounds continued.
No matter what, tonight, those shameless lovers would have to stop!