The girl went limp again, but this time they were in the small room behind the small pool.
Both gasped for air, savoring the afterglow of their climax...
The girl propped herself up and continued to trace the scars on Lorist's chest. "My father was once seriously injured when he was only a
"Your father was right." Lorist nodded. "Can you tell me how he passed away?"
"It's been about seven or eight years. When we heard the imperial capital was under attack by enemies, my father and a few friends took their retainers and rushed to the capital. At first, things went well. They joined forces with other knights who arrived upon hearing the news to form a coalition against the First Prince's army. They avoided the strong and struck the weak, ambushing small raiding parties and winning several battles. Later, the
"I'm sorry..." Lorist said.
"It's fine. The past is the past. I'm happy with you." The girl kissed Lorist's cheek, her hand growing restless again, teasing his little Lorist.
Lorist climbed up, ready to go another round, but the girl stopped him. "Let's go soak in the small pool again, okay?"
"Alright."
"Then you have to carry me over." The girl held out her arms.
Lorist picked her up.
"Put me down a little," the girl said. She reached down, gripped Lorist's hardness, and slowly guided it inside herself, joining them together. Then she wrapped both arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. The petite girl hung from Lorist's body like a koala.
"Let's go like this." The girl pressed herself tightly against Lorist's chest and even stretched out her small tongue to lick his chin.
"Don't cause trouble." Lorist gave her bottom a pat, his hands supporting her perky behind as he walked toward the small pool outside the room. But with every step, the flushed, lovely girl in his arms would involuntarily let out a soft moan.
Once in the pool, Lorist couldn't hold back any longer. He pinned the girl against the pool wall and began their passionate rhythm until she couldn't take it anymore and begged him to stop.
"You're really a wild bull," the girl said, lying on top of Lorist's chest, her gaze hazy.
Lorist was still lying on the recessed seat in the pool, mouth open as he enjoyed the blueberries the girl offered him.
Suddenly, a commotion was heard from the distance. Lorist asked, "What's going on?"
The girl turned to look. "The princess is here."
Princess? Lorist sat up. "Princess Carrie?"
The girl pouted and pinched him. "Why? Are you thinking of going over to curry favor too?"
"No." Lorist pulled the girl over and kissed her lips. "I've only heard of her reputation for beauty and wanted to see what the woman renowned as the most beautiful in the Andinak Kingdom looks like..."
"Hmph, she just has one nose and two eyes. What's there to see?" The girl was a bit jealous. "This is a great spot. You'll get to see the princess with men on the second floor soon enough."
"What?" Lorist thought he'd misheard.
"Right over there," the girl pointed to a platform on the second floor not far away. "That's the private bed she uses every time she comes. She likes to receive guests there, reward the winners of the last competition, and sometimes she even gets intimate with men she fancies right in public. You'll get quite an eyeful soon."
Well, this Princess Carrie was quite bold, putting on an erotic show for everyone.
"What did you mean about the winner of the last competition?" Lorist asked.
"Did you think the Pleasure Festival was just about soaking in baths and playing with women? There's also a buffet banquet at night, wrestling competitions, and the winner can take any two women he fancies from the crowd to spend the night with. There's gambling, even endurance contests—it's quite varied." The girl shot Lorist a look.
"How do they hold endurance contests here?" Lorist asked curiously.
"Do you want to join?" The girl's face darkened. "It's just a contest to see who can bed the most women. If you go, maybe you could even win first place. Then next time, you could have a kiss from the princess."
"What are you talking about? I'm not that bored," Lorist hurried to appease her. "The best part of attending this Pleasure Festival for me was meeting you. I won't go anywhere tonight; I'll stay with you, okay?"
"Really?" The girl's anger turned to joy.
"Of course." Lorist laughed.
The girl blushed. "I can't handle you alone. Since you're being so obedient, I'll reward you."
She looked around, beckoned a maidservant over, and whispered a few words. The maid nodded and left.
Lorist paid no attention, just watching Princess Carrie in the distance, surrounded by a crowd.
The princess was like a ripe fruit, sexy and enchanting. Every movement, every smile and frown was filled with a captivating allure. Her body was smooth and flawless as white jade, with all the right curves in all the right places. Her long, ivory legs were enough to set any heart racing. Like the other women, she wore only a light, sheer robe, revealing her fair body, especially the prominent peaks on her chest that drew everyone's gaze.
Princess Carrie wasn't wearing a mask on her face. Instead, she'd pushed the white fox mask up and pinned it in her hair, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Regardless, Lorist couldn't help but admit inwardly that this princess, known for her loose reputation, truly possessed extraordinary beauty. Thinking back to the beautiful women he'd encountered, Lorist had to admit that, aside from Princess Silvia's ethereal, elven-like beauty, no one could compare to this Princess Carrie's fatally seductive charm.
"Daisy, you called for me?" An alluring voice came from the side.
Lorist looked up to see a mature beauty with a similarly petite figure standing by the pool, wearing a spotted fawn mask.
The girl in his arms pointed at Lorist. "Help me handle him."
The mature beauty blushed. "Daisy, I'm your aunt. Don't be so disrespectful..."
The girl scoffed. "Don't bring up family relations here. You're only six years older than me. And I'm telling you, you'll regret passing him up."
The mature beauty asked, "Oh? Is he that good?"
She stepped into the water and walked toward Lorist.
"You'll know how good he is once you try. He's definitely much better than that dream lover of yours, David," the girl said.
"Wait, what's your relationship?" Lorist asked.
"She's my aunt. But that deadbeat husband of hers ran off to join the Third Prince's army seven days after their wedding and ended up dying in battle at Kebor City, leaving my aunt a widow for nine years. I brought her along when I started attending the Pleasure Festival, hoping she'd find a suitable man to marry again, but she hasn't taken a liking to any of them. You can call her Tracy here," the girl said nonchalantly.
"Why did you call her over?"
"As a reward for you. Since you said you'd spend the whole night with me, I'm afraid I can't handle you alone, so I called her to help. You're getting a bargain; my aunt is a real beauty." The girl pinched Lorist again.
A fresh stir arose near the distant pool. The girl told the mature beauty, "Look, your dream lover is here."
The mature beauty blushed. "You brat, be careful or I'll tear your mouth apart."
The girl ignored her and introduced Lorist. "See that man? That's David Copperfield. He's even wearing a black bull mask, but who wouldn't recognize him? Just his height gives him away."
The man who had just entered the hall was about two meters tall, with a perfectly athletic build that rivled the classical Greek statue replicas Lorist had seen in his past life. Although the black bull mask covered the upper half of his face, from his sharp nose and jawline, he was clearly a handsome man.
"Who is he? Is he famous?" Lorist asked.
The girl knew he wasn't asking for the name. "You don't know him?"
Lorist nodded. "I'm from the Northland, a knight of the
"No wonder you haven't heard of David. He's the only son of David Clemendo, the Great Swordmaster serving the Second Prince. He's thirty years old, a one-star Gold Knight, and the highly trusted deputy commander of the prince's guards—a bright future ahead. He's incredibly handsome and adored by noble ladies and young misses. He won the wrestling competition at the last Pleasure Festival. My aunt was there and screamed herself hoarse for him, but that David chose two other noble ladies to spend the night with, breaking my aunt's heart..." The girl knew all about David's background and even teased her aunt about it.
The mature beauty angrily grabbed the girl. "You brat, keep talking and see how I deal with you..."
Lorist watched the tall man named David walk up to the second floor, approaching the platform where Princess Carrie was reclining. After exchanging a few words, David climbed onto the bed and began to caress the princess. The surrounding maidservants also gathered around to attend to David.
Everyone in the hall stared up at the second-floor platform. Countless men envied David's good fortune. When David entered Princess Carrie's body, the princess let out a long, extremely seductive moan. Then, like reciting poetry, her rhythmic, rising and falling cries of pleasure enticed everyone present. A man in a wolf mask by the pool couldn't restrain a low growl, grabbed a nearby woman, pinned her against the pool wall, spread her legs, and began thrusting furiously. The woman was equally excited, crying out loudly.
Instantly, the pool became a cauldron of passion. Almost all the men and women embraced each other, and even a few maidservants clung together for comfort.
The mature beauty beside Lorist could barely stand, almost draping herself over him. The girl nudged Lorist, signaling him to take action.
Lorist turned the mature beauty around and took her from behind, entering her deeply.
The mature beauty gasped with an open mouth, "So, so big..."
True to his word, Lorist didn't attend any other activities at the Pleasure Festival. He spent the entire night entwined with the girl and her aunt, the mature beauty—sometimes in the small room, sometimes in the pool. The three of them lost count of how many times they were together before exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep, limbs intertwined.
All three were truly beautiful. In the heat of passion, they had removed their masks. The girl told Lorist that her real name was Dina Aridori, and her family's baronial territory was located west of Qilin Port. She said she really liked Lorist, and if he was willing to marry her, she would never attend the Pleasure Festival again. She didn't want an immediate answer, fearing rejection. She said she wanted to keep a memory in her heart and return to her family's territory to wait for three years. If Lorist missed her during that time, he was to come propose, and she would give him a surprise.
What surprise? Lorist lowered himself to ask.
The girl, feeling Lorist's hardness inside her, said she also had a younger sister, nineteen years old, even prettier than she was, and still a virgin. If Lorist was willing to marry her, she would bring her sister along. For a baronial family, marrying off two daughters for the price of one dowry cut the burden in half.
Lorist was very tired. When he woke, he found only himself left on the bed; the girl and her aunt, the mature beauty, had vanished. Feeling a pang of melancholy, Lorist went back to soak in the small pool.
Soon a maidservant arrived, but this time she was properly dressed. She respectfully informed Lorist that the Pleasure Festival had ended, and his friends were waiting to leave with him.
Lorist, Kalitok, and Dolores returned to the black carriage that had brought them. On the way back, Dolores couldn't stop boasting about his heroic exploits, claiming he had conquered seven noble ladies. Kalitok, not to be outdone, said he had engaged in deep conversations with eight noble ladies and misses. Finally, Lorist grew impatient, told them to shut up, and reminded Kalitok that Princess Carrie was not simple and seemed to have some scheme. He should be careful attending the Pleasure Festival alone in the future and avoid falling into someone's trap.
By the time they returned to the camp, it was evening. They were met with the dark faces of Falia, Josk, and Ail. Falia and Josk were the most vocal, criticizing their lord for leaving just a note about the three of them going out to play, disappearing who-knows-where and staying out all night—it was utterly irresponsible and had kept everyone worried sick for the night.
They needed to understand that their situation in the imperial capital was precarious. The Viscount Aslan and the eight noble children they had captured on the Silwas Island were now being transported over. Although it was kept secret, if word got out, they would become targets. It was unwise and risky for Lorist to go out without his guards. Unauthorized leave must be prohibited...
Lorist humbly accepted everyone's feedback, promising to be more careful. Since he was back, he let it go this time. As the lord, he needed to maintain some dignity. Falia and Josk let the matter rest, but Ail quietly complained that Lorist was being disloyal, going out to have fun without even inviting him.
As for Dolores, Falia ordered him to receive fifty lashes. Lorist pleaded for a while, and the punishment was reduced to twenty. Dolores left with a long face.
Kalitok was astonished and asked Lorist, "Wait, aren't you the lord? Doesn't your word count?"
Lorist explained that this time, Falia was the team's manager, responsible for marching, discipline, logistics, and security—no exceptions. Only during battle would command be handed over to him, so he couldn't interfere with the punishment Falia imposed.
Finally, Falia said, "My lord, we just received word. The Second Prince is returning the day after tomorrow."
... (To be continued.)