Chapter 125

“When do you plan on keeping this kissing up?”

Naomi, who has been serving the Second Imperial Princess, Siena, for three years, muttered to herself.

Until a few days ago, she had been reasonably satisfied with her job.

It had been a living hell at the start.

But things had been slowly improving.

Last year, all the handmaidens serving the Third Imperial Princess, Anais, were suddenly unemployed, and recently some of the handmaidens serving Victoria were purged. In particular, the Wolphall family handmaidens were sent straight to the labor camps.

In comparison, serving Siena was better.

But now Naomi was terrified.

Siena had brought a man into the guardroom, the waiting area for the palace attendants, and started showing affection.

Siena had always been eccentric—hosting dog fight events, running loan shark businesses to collect debts from malicious debtors, even having a maid executed for stealing an accessory—but this was truly unprecedented.

Bringing a man into this private space.

True, it was better than killing someone.

The problem was the man involved.

“Alan Medoff?”

Currently, rumors were spreading throughout the state that Alan Medoff had left Siena to become engaged to the First Imperial Princess, Victoria. There were even rumors that Siena had slapped the Captain of the Princess Guard in an effort to prevent Alan’s resignation.

As Naomi served Siena closely, she knew these rumors were exaggerated.

But Alan Medoff’s engagement to Victoria was almost certain. That’s why he must have received an imperial title from the court.

And yet here he was, still necking with Siena.

Or at least that’s what it looked like—Naomi had turned her gaze to the wall since the moment Siena sat on Alan Medoff’s lap. When Siena and Alan started kissing, Naomi and her colleague had stepped outside.

She would have liked to run far away, but as she was in charge of the princess’s bedroom for the day, she couldn’t. She simply waited just outside.

Trembling in terror was all she could do.

“How is this going to end?”

Was Alan Medoff going to be engaged to the First Imperial Princess while maintaining a secret affair with the Second? Would he get caught and face execution by the First Imperial Princess? Neither of the princesses would allow both relationships to continue, so it didn’t seem like there would be a happy ending.

This situation wasn’t favorable for Naomi either, as Siena’s handmaiden.

What should she do?

“Hey.”

At that moment, a deep voice called out to her. It was Alan Medoff.

Naomi and her colleague froze for about three seconds before slowly turning their heads, praying they had misheard him. Even in Siena’s most brutal phase, it wasn’t as terrifying as this.

Turning their heads slightly, they saw Alan Medoff standing there, fortunately fully dressed.

Although shaking, Naomi awkwardly bowed to him. Then he said,

“You can step back for a bit.”

“Lord Comte…?”

It was a truly kind offer. However, she couldn’t comply. Leaving a royal unmarried princess alone with an outsider wasn’t acceptable.

Not even Alan Medoff’s orders, given his unique standing, would allow her to retreat.

Had he read her suspicion? Alan Medoff clarified,

“It’s fine. I’m going to propose to this woman too.”

“You mean now?”

“Yes, I’ll announce the timing soon.”

“…”

“But not yet. If other palace attendants happen to inquire, tell them we had a heated discussion over Medoff Pharmaceuticals’ shares. That will scare them enough to leave it alone.”

This was too difficult an instruction for a mere handmaiden.

Only after Alan added, “Don’t try to understand. Just follow the orders,” did Naomi slowly withdraw. If the higher-ups wanted to handle it, there was no need for her to intervene. She was grateful she could escape this awkward situation.

“Yes, I’ll step back.”

Naomi and her colleague quickly retreated.

At that moment, the sound of smacking resumed from behind them. Unable to suppress her curiosity, Naomi briefly turned back.

“Chuulp.”

She saw Siena straddling Alan Medoff and ardently sucking on his lips.

It wasn’t an act of an evil woman but rather the natural moves of a female.

—

If I had known she’d enjoy this so much, I would have broken her in this way earlier. Or at least tried.

“Haa.”

After focusing on kissing for some time, Siena exhaled hot breath onto my neck.

I could faintly detect her shivering through her hips. Her figure was relatively petite yet surprisingly curvaceous.

I had never noticed this about her. I had never viewed Siena as a woman before.

Before conditioning her, she was an overly cunning and unpredictable master. Even after I took the reins, she remained unpredictable because there was always the possibility she might bite someone other than me.

But now, she was simply a girl melting under the effects of her first kiss.

“Alan, did you… with sister Victoria?”

“No.”

“Really?”

Siena’s purple irises sparkled.

What I said about Victoria was true.

Of course, Victoria has worn dresses and carried a feminine charm in the past. I just deliberately burdened her with a sense of responsibility for national affairs in order to restrain her. Unintentionally, this had led to her evolving into a woman who believed she could do anything for the sake of the empire.

“So, that’s why… sister behaves like that.”

Siena, who had been lethargic, now regained some sharpness in her expression. Her lips were still glistening with saliva.

“Siena?”

“It’s because of you, that’s why that sister acts the way she does.”

Her words were a bit garbled, but she wasn’t completely stupid.

Siena took a deep breath as if wanting to add something but closed her mouth.

Her eyes returned to my lips.

“This isn’t the most important thing right now.”

Siena stuck out her tongue and began licking my lips.

She licked again and then nibbled on my lower lip. It seemed like she was learning through her body how to gain maximum pleasure, or perhaps she was simply indulging in the joy.

“Chuulp, chuulp.”

This act of exchanging saliva and engaging in an erotic friction was giving her more pleasure than any strategic move. It didn’t seem to be due to the influence of the cocaine she had consumed earlier.

‘Not bad.’

It wasn’t a disadvantage for me either.

A relatively easy and pleasurable way to satisfy Siena had emerged.

Of course, I didn’t feel any resistance. The reason Siena hadn’t appeared feminine to me wasn’t due to lack of beauty. It was simply that her dangerous nature had overshadowed her appearance. Siena was undoubtedly a cute woman.

And now, holding her made me notice she had a good figure…

“Alan?”

Siena, drooling and parting her lips, said,

“Why?”

“Hm?”

“I’m fine with continuing…”

Next?

Initially, thinking she was completely immersed, I intended to gently reprimand her…

But Siena wasn’t referring to my initiative. What she was looking down at was my trouser bulge, swollen for quite some time due to her clinging.

Honestly, I was aroused as well.

But I decided not to use all my cards this time—not because I needed to keep Siena on guard, but because if we started, she would likely make relentless demands.

We had too much work to do to spend all our time in bed. I hesitated for a moment before gently patting her hips and soothing her,

“You’ll have to do better if you want the next.”

“Alan, you too…”

“I’m not as rushed as you.”

A fleeting disappointment appeared on Siena’s face but didn’t last long.

Perhaps she already viewed waiting for the next session as a form of pleasure? For the next ten minutes, she focused on kissing and then descended with a flushed face. It seemed like she was contemplating what she needed to do to receive her prize…

—

Ten days had passed since our first kiss.

“Alan, how about this?”

Siena presented a completed business plan to me.

The product was naturally cocaine wine.

Her idea was extremely simple: mixing cocaine with wine replicated the “Vin Mariani” of early 20th century Europe, which became a huge hit.

But considering that this was for export, it wasn’t as straightforward as just mixing the two. Various conditions needed to be met.

Siena said she had put this together roughly within ten days.

“I’ve found a vineyard. One of the Agricultural Ministers who fell from power due to his ties with Wolphall was from the Melaware family… They own it. The wine is top-notch and can even be used for banquets… Would sister Victoria take it willingly?”

“You’re suggesting we recommend that Victoria take control of it?”

“Yeah. If we do it, the empire might get suspicious. Using Victoria as a front will help us secure the distribution channels. And… I made a sample without your permission.”

Siena created wine containing 0.16 grams of cocaine—about five doses.

“Good. Let’s present this to Princess Victoria.”

“Did I do well?”

After acknowledging her with a brief sign of affection, I headed toward Victoria.

Victoria had just returned from a one-week visit to the Great Forest for better procurement of coca leaves. Given that there was no natural coca plant habitat in the secured territories of the empire, she had negotiated with Administrator Marcela.

It seemed to have gone well.

But when I met Victoria, she looked slightly troubled.

“Princess Victoria, did the negotiation not go well?”

“No, the negotiation was fine. We agreed to provide supplies in exchange for coca leaves. There’s no choice until the farms are established. Marcela plans to get the task done by heroin addicts.”

The transaction itself appeared successful, though whether the heroin addicts would be capable workers was debatable.

Victoria stated that there was another reason for her serious expression.

“Sir Alan, the embassy delegation from Chinguk will arrive tomorrow. They’re coming straight to the state due to His Majesty’s request without the usual ceremonial procession.”

The delegation sent by the Chinguk emperor to plead for his granddaughter, the Third Imperial Princess Anais, would arrive earlier than expected.

This meant that Anais’s pardon was imminent.

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