Celicia sat on top of Moen with her alluring waist and disheveled clothes.

Her half-loosened dress, due to gravity, continued slipping off.

Since the highest mountains had already been crossed, everything now revealed itself.

Thus, more breathtaking scenery invaded Moen's mind without restraint.

Not good—this was very bad.

This posture and this view,

And the heat radiating from Celicia, utterly different from her usual cold demeanor.

Moen felt his brain explode with a sudden "buzz." A surge of hot blood rushed uncontrollably toward his nasal cavity, almost bursting out.

"Your Highness, calm down!"

Moen covered his nose with his only movable hand, his face filled with terror,

"It’ll become unsuitable for minors if you continue!"

"Don’t move!"

Celicia’s voice was still as cold as ever, but now tinged with a seductive charm. The mere sound of it made Moen's heart waver.

"Don’t move…"

Celicia lowered her head and pinned Moen’s other hand down.

The orchid-like fragrance of the young girl enveloped Moen.

He wanted to struggle, but in this moment, the girl sitting atop him felt like a mountain, rendering him immobile.

At last, Moen realized the cruel importance of strength.

With strength, one wouldn’t be humiliated by a woman sitting on top of him, with no power to resist.

Damn it, if I survive this, I’ll definitely train hard!

"Dragonbane Blood…"

"Huh?"

Celicia started talking about something.

"In the potion… Dragonbane Blood was mixed in. Dragonbane Blood, when added to a magic potion, amplifies its effectiveness…"

"Oh, oh."

Moen nodded with bewilderment, unable to fathom why Celicia was talking about this at such a moment.

Kinda like those Teacher Play?

Not good—this was even more exciting.

"But… Dragonbane Blood has a characteristic: it must not come into contact… with Dragonweed. Once it does, it will activate… the toxicity of Dragonbane Blood…"

Celicia’s breathing grew heavier, her words fragmented. Her expression alternated between clarity and daze, as though she was struggling to fight off the explosive poison within her.

"In other words, Lust Poison."

Moen suddenly realized that Celicia might not even be talking to him.

“That toxicity… is incurable…”

She was merely muttering to herself.

"Incurable, incurable, incurable, incurable, incurable, incurable, incurable… It’s incurable—there’s no antidote."

She repeated the word "incurable" millions times.

In that moment, Moen observed a particular kind of desire in her eyes, almost overflowing.

Was she trying to… convince herself?

"Except…"

Celicia’s eyes suddenly regained a trace of clarity.

She firmly pinned Moen’s hands down, staring into his eyes, her stunningly beautiful face revealing such a fierce expression as she declared:

"Moen Campbell, this time… you’ve won.

But I swear, this humiliation… I will make you repay it tenfold someday!"

"What?"

What was that?

Someday?

Moen hadn’t yet processed her words.

But Celicia abruptly leaned down.

Her soft cherry lips pressed against Moen’s.

…

“Mmph…”

“Ah…”

“Oh my gosh…”

“I can’t take it anymore!”

“This feeling… not good…”

“I’m going to ascend to the heavens…”

“This Patchiki cake is just too delicious!”

Ariel stuffed big pieces of Patchiki cake into her mouth, the sweetness completely filling every corner of her mind.

Utterly satisfied.

Her cheeks puffed out adorably, resembling a hamster, as she ate nonstop.

But she simply couldn’t help!

“You seem way too obsessed with Patchiki cake.”

Beside her, Lea commented, “Be careful not to upset your stomach.”

“Eating Patchiki cake won’t upset my stomach! I specifically evolved a new organ to digest Patchiki cake.”

Ariel patted her tummy. “Let’s call it the Patchiki stomach. I can eat as much as I want with that!”

As she spoke, Ariel discreetly slid all the Patchiki cakes from the nearby long table over to her side while the noble guests were absorbed in conversation.

Thinking for a moment, Ariel offered one cake to Lea, “Want one?”

Looking at the adorable and delicious Patchiki cake, Lea hesitated.

Her family was merely lower-class nobility, and opportunities to indulge in such exquisite treats like Patchiki cake were rare.

But glancing down at her chest—those extremely full breasts that often left her shoulders sore just from walking—she wavered for a moment before shaking her head,

“No thanks. I’ve been gaining weight lately, so I’d better…”

“What the heck!”

Ariel stuffed another Patchiki into her own mouth, pouting indignantly,

“Ungrateful! You have no idea how fortunate you are! You don’t understand my pain, you oversized cow!”

"O—oversized cow? That's way out of line!"

Lea’s face flushed with embarrassment, which only made her cuter, irresistibly tempting one to pinch her chubby cheeks.

“Alright, still denying it, huh?”

Ariel’s fingers moved nimbly as she lunged at Lea, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Let’s see if I could teach you a lesson, you oversized cow! Hmph! Hah! How about this!”

“No—stop—ahhh—it tickles, Ariel! There are so many people watching!”

“Good for us! The more audience the more fun! I’m even more excited now! Take this, and that…”

“Waaa…”

The playful tussle between the girls didn’t distract the noble gentlemen at their tables, though it did cause a few adolescent noble boys to sneak glances, gathering a bit of scorn in their minds for the unseemly behavior.

And yet, they couldn’t stop stealing another peek.

“Alright, that’s enough!”

After a while, Lea finally swatted Ariel’s mischievous hands away, shooting her a gentle glare with flushed cheeks.

“By the way, weren’t you supposed to be looking for Celicia? And here you are, still eating cake?”

“It’s fine. Celicia can wait until later. It’s not urgent anyway—I just wanted to ask her a few questions about swordsmanship.

If not now, I got chances when we're at the academy.”

“But I saw the princess leave earlier with Moen Campbell. She hasn’t returned yet. Is everything okay?”

“I saw that too!”

Ariel furrowed her brows, pouting slightly.

Just thinking about Moen Campbell irritated her.

That guy. Just full of himself because he had a family background, constantly making trouble for her at the academy.

And worst of all—he was Celicia’s fiancé. How could someone like him deserves that?!

Celicia the princess was *my prey*!

“But it should be fine.”

Ariel quickly brushed aside her irritation. “In such circumstance, it’s hard for Celicia to decline Moen Campbell’s invitations. After all, damn Moen has a very influential father.”

“Then aren’t you worried Moen Campbell might try something inappropriate with the princess?” Lea teased with a sly smile.

“Ugh, please! With Moen Campbell’s pathetic skills—he couldn’t even defeat me—what could he possibly try?”

Ariel scoffed, dismissing the thought entirely.

“How can he misbehave with Celicia? By drugging her? Celicia’s far too smart that she’d pin him down and pummel him long before he even had such a thought!”