“Why, ngh, ah, why aren’t you doing it inside…”

But there was no way I could be satisfied like this. At my tearful voice, Endymion’s eyes darkened like a clouded sky. With an expression just as tormented as mine, he seized my lips, sucking so deeply that my tongue hurt, then spoke in a strained voice.

“Haa, how could I take you in a place like this?”

“Ngh… no… it’s fine, just… me…”

“Ah… Miss Lily. Please don’t cry. It really would be troublesome here.”

I said it was fine, I said I didn’t mind, so why wouldn’t he do it! Overcome by an unexplainable sadness, I burst into tears. Endymion pulled me into his arms, covering my face with desperate kisses. His penis began to move again, stimulating the slick heat below.

“Ah, ngh, ah…!”

His hand slid down my back, stopping just above my buttocks. It was the spot just above where my tail twitched in response to pleasure, the place where sensation came from the rear rather than the front. As if knowing that, his suggestive touch made my back arch like a bow. Held in his arms, I climaxed several more times, receiving a flood of hot semen on my body.

Without thinking, I felt it would be a waste, so I scooped the white semen from my stomach with my fingers and sucked it clean. Endymion stared fixedly at the sight, and when I looked away in surprise at my own action, he gently cupped my face and met my gaze.

“Is it not enough?”

My cheeks burned. I bit my lip and said nothing. He tugged my hair gently, stroked it, then rose to his knees. Our bodies, which had not separated even once, parted with a wet sound. A short strand of white fluid stretched between us.

“Is it acceptable to absorb energy like this as well?”

Leaning against the door, Endymion spoke calmly. I had no idea when he had learned about absorbing energy, but I grasped the penis before me with trembling hands and licked the tip. It tasted intensely sweet.

I moved my tongue clumsily and, though it was difficult to take it all in, forced myself to swallow. Above me came a pained groan. Blinking away the reflexive tears, I looked up at him.

“Ngh… Miss Lily, ngh!”

It didn’t take long for him to climax. Each time I swallowed the semen filling my mouth, I could feel my body growing more sated. The act was repeated several more times, and only after my tingling body calmed considerably did I withdraw him from my mouth.

While I kept my lips pursed and looked down, Endymion, who had slumped down, pushed back his sweat-damp hair and asked, “Do you feel a little calmer now?”

“Yes…? Ah, yes…”

“That’s a relief. If we don’t return soon, it will seem suspicious.”

It wasn’t complete satisfaction, but I truly felt fine now. As my mind cleared, I noticed the disheveled state of my body and the room. My face grew hot. Like someone guilty, I lowered my head again, bit my lip, and tapped the floor.

Endymion gave a low chuckle. “Come, Miss Lily. I’ll help you clean up.”

“Ah, no, no. It’s fine. I can—”

“I would like to do it for you.”

“That…”

He gently took my arm, helping me to my feet, straightened my disheveled clothes, and pulled me toward the washbasin on one side of the lounge.

Though I had shown my bare body without hesitation, the circumstances now made it so embarrassing I couldn’t lift my head. Standing still, I watched as he soaked a handkerchief with warm water and began to wipe me carefully, starting from my neck. When he bent down and slid his hand inside my inner thigh, I yelped.

“That’s fine!”

“It’s not fine when you’re this wet.”

“…I’ll do it myself.”

It felt ridiculous to act this way after having spread my legs wide and shown him everything, but I truly wanted to cry.

Taking the handkerchief from him, I turned my back and wiped my damp lower half. After rinsing it a few more times to remove every trace, Endymion brought over the underwear and clothes I had thrown aside earlier. My underwear was completely soaked from my arousal, carrying a sweet, sour scent.

Not only my clothes but also the front of Endymion’s pants was wet from my fluids. Reflexively, I used magic to clean the soiled areas and dressed myself. Only then did I realize I could have cleaned myself that way from the start. Fool…

“Thank you, Miss Lily.”

“It’s nothing. Ah, Commander, there’s a scratch on your back…”

My face burned again, but I shook my head at his thanks and raised my hand. I wasn’t very skilled at healing because it didn’t suit me, but I could heal small scars. Remembering how I had scratched his back earlier, I reached out, but for some reason, he startled and moved away.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“But…”

“I truly am fine.”

I only offered because I was embarrassed, yet seeing his firm refusal made me sigh. After putting on all my clothes and stockings, I quickly ran my fingers through my tangled hair, but Endymion caught the ends.

“I’ll tie it for you.”

“What?”

“If you go out like this, everyone will know something happened. I don’t particularly care, but… it would be troublesome for you, wouldn’t it?”

“……”

It was utterly absurd, but for some reason his presence made it hard to refuse, so I obediently sat and let him handle my hair. Then he took out a comb from his clothes—something I couldn’t fathom why he carried—and began to comb my hair.

His expression was so serious and solemn that I couldn’t help but smile. The tangles were quickly smoothed out. It had been a long time since someone had combed my hair, and it didn’t feel unpleasant.

“It seems you don’t want people to know you’re a succubus, Miss Lily.”

The sound of the comb sliding through my hair came with Endymion’s voice.

“…Commander, when and how did you find out?”

“Well. I had a feeling there was a resemblance. I couldn’t be certain because your personality was so different. I heard you made a slip of the tongue to Odile.”

“…Yes.”

It was a crushing feeling. In other words, if I as a succubus hadn’t said such things, Endymion would have only thought I looked similar and never guessed we were the same person. My expression darkened, and Endymion smiled.

“Still, I would have realized eventually. Earlier, when I approached you, it was to catch your scent.”

“Scent?”

“Yes. I was only suspicious before, but I became certain then. When I got close to you, I caught the same scent that came from the succubus.”

He meant the strange act from earlier. I buried my nose in my arm immediately, but all I could smell was my own skin. Suddenly, I remembered Regulus repeatedly saying I smelled nice.

I had thought he just had a keen sense of smell, even catching lingering scents, but what if that wasn’t it? My fingertips went cold.

Endymion continued, “I won’t be the one to tell, but you should be careful, Miss Lily. Odile and Ares are tearing through the entire castle searching for you.”

“……”

“It’s not for nothing that I’m tired. They really work people hard.”

Worry began to creep in. My body scent was something I had never even considered. How could I hide it? I could use perfume, but that was an expensive luxury of nobles, and for a maid to wear it would only draw suspicion.

Perhaps it would be best to leave the castle as soon as possible. The thought of Odile finding me and putting a sword to my neck came naturally, making my heart pound. But I couldn’t just leave without any clues about the ring.

As I anxiously bit my lip, Endymion said, “Mm. And there’s also good news.”

In this situation, the only good news I could imagine was Odile and Ares losing their memories. But when I heard his words, my eyes widened, and I had to ask if it was true.

“Yes. Damian sent word that he has found the ring’s location. Please wait just a little longer.”

“Um, by any chance, do you know where it is…?”

“…Well? I only heard about it secondhand, so I don’t know the details.”

Knowing its location didn’t mean Damian had it in hand. Still, Endymion tilted his head and held back from saying more. I couldn’t tell if he really didn’t know or was pretending not to. Narrowing my eyes, I looked at him in the mirror, and suddenly our gazes met.

“We’ll be able to find it soon. So please don’t think about suddenly disappearing again or running away if something goes wrong.”

His words struck home, and I could only lower my head awkwardly without a reply.

“All done.”

Before long, Endymion spoke with satisfaction and placed a cap on my head. My hair was neatly braided in a way that I, clumsy with my hands, could never manage to copy.