“You like this sort of thing, don’t you? Hmm?”

The man in front of her spoke while holding a vibrating artificial pen*s.

Azelin, disguised as the Imperial Princess through magic, was breaking out in a cold sweat internally. And for good reason—the man before her was the most renowned war hero in the Empire.

“M-Marquis Calveron…”

“My, so you’re calling me that now too? That stings.”

He sounded disappointed, as if his prospective bride were failing to recognize his sincere feelings. 

But no matter how much affection he sought from her, what was the point? Azelin was just a lowly maid, not the real Princess. 

She was only here because she had been ordered to meet the suitor, Marquis Calverion, in the Princess’s stead.

What was she supposed to do with this man, who was fawning over her so affectionately without even knowing she wasn’t the real Imperial Princess? 

While Azelin was agonizing over what to do, the Marquis pressed the toy he was holding into her hand and whispered intimately.

“You’ve always said I was too stuffy and boring, and that weighed on me. Praise me.”

“…..” 

“Well? Care to test it out?”

His low voice clung to her entire body with a sultry stickiness. 

As if telling her to enjoy this very moment.

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