Leticia, the princess of the Kingdom of Levanstein, is to pay a penalty after losing a bet with her club members. The penalty for her is to dance with a man at the victory banquet—a man not easy on the eyes. This is an impossible task for Leticia, as she preys on handsome men. But since she had drunkenly bet even her throne, she resigns to her mistake and searches for a partner.... more>>

A messy, shaggy haired man dressed in a captain’s uniform standing on the corner by himself draws her attention. She recognizes him as Les Kishir, born in a common household to an unreputable family and no accomplishments in the war. Thinking him to be the perfect candidate for the penalty, Leticia asks him for a dance. But to her utmost surprise, she is rejected.

Only after seeing him limping away, does she realize why she was rejected. She finds Les to apologize and ends up seducing him and spending the night with him. Satisfied with the night, she waits for his call, but it never comes…

Not one to give up, she approaches him again but Les is a tough one to win over.

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“I like the relationship between a man and a woman. It can evolve into so many possibilities.”

“And what do you think my possibilities are, princess?”

“Hmm…let’s see.”

Her finger touched his pale lips. As she pushed her finger down, he opened his mouth.

“I think you’ll be able to kiss me until I lose my mind.” <<less

Lathyrus was a girl who lost her family to a dragon and became lame. The villagers stood by when they saw her being harassed by Madame Margot. Only one person was different. Lisianthus, only that mysterious man.... more>>

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t help you. It was just noisy. ”

Lathyrus was still grateful. Since she became the man’s companion, she didn’t want to miss Lisianthus.

“How are you going to leave your companion?”

“Companion?”

What came back was not the warm warmth she had expected, but the words spoke as if she wanted to die. The desperate Lathyrus had no choice but to cry out earnestly.

"It's fun to live, you won't want to die."

“…”

“So, risk your life to protect me.”

It’s okay even if she died in the dragon’s war. Lathyrus, limping two steps forward, hugged Lisianthus’ waist tightly as if she would never let go. <<less