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Marquis Hughes glanced back at the closed door as he stepped out of Yuri’s bedchamber.
"...There was definitely soone down there."
At first, when the tablecloth on the desk trembled, Marquis Hughes believed Yuri’s excuse that he has a habit of shaking his leg.
However, as the trembling grew more pronounced and Yuri’s posture hunched over, it beca impossible not to realize the truth.
It wasn’t that Yuri was shaking his leg—there was soone under the table.
"Young people these days are quite bold."
Clicking his tongue, Marquis Hughes shook his head and walked away.
"But in any case, where is the Second Princess...?"
Little did he know that the very person he was looking for was the one hiding under the table.
*
anwhile, in the bedchamber that Marquis Hughes had exited, the Second Princess Christina crawled out from under the table, wiping his seed off her cheek.
With his seed sared on her nose, chin, and chest, Christina’s appearance, dripping between her legs, looked not just seductive but downright lewd.
I could only stare blankly at Christina’s ample breasts, filled with copious amounts of seed.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the lewd cleavage, where the white liquid and sweat pooled and flowed stickily along her curves.
Noticing my gaze, Christina looked down at her breasts and smiled coyly.
"Are you not content with splattering seed on a princess but also to be aroused by the sight of it?"
"Um, well..."
As I tried to make an excuse, my words trailed off awkwardly.
My previously limp mber was now standing erect.
Christina smiled in a tantalizing way.
"Such a lewd body deserves a fitting punishnt."
No, it looked much lewder from anyone’s perspective.
More importantly, Marquis Hughes was still outside.
If we had acted here, it risks being overheard.
"Christina, wait a mont...!"
Before I could fully rise from my chair, I was pounced on by Christina pinning onto the bed.
The act that followed shocked to my core.
Christina, who had gone down below, enveloped my mber with her breasts.
"Hmm."
The sticky warmth of seed-coated breasts rubbed against my glans, causing to release a sigh.
"You’ve splattered sen on this princess’s body, isn’t it right to give punishnt for that?"
Cowper’s fluid (pre-cum) flowed steadily from the tip of my glans, rubbed against her sticky breasts.
With Christina lowering her ample chest, my mber slid in between her breasts, a valley slick with seed and sweat.
It enveloped with a soft and warm sensation, different from her vulva or mouth.
"How cute."
Christina smiled as she noticed my glans peeking shyly between her breasts.
"Ah...."
"Hmph!"
As she teased with playful breath, my waist twitched involuntarily, and a drop of fluid escaped from my glans.
—Lick
Christina slowly licked the fluid up with her tongue, teasing my glans.
"Stop it Christina..."
"You’re being punished, so don’t move."
When I tried to escape, Christina pressed down on my mber and squeezed tightly as if she had no intention of letting escape.
"What an impatient one you are."
As my mber twitched, stimulated by her breath, fluid continued to ooze out, prompting Christina to click her tongue softly.
Her red lips parted, revealing a hot, moist entrance filled with saliva.
"Ah..."
Christina, with my mber held in her mouth, fiercely sucked on my glans.
At the sa ti, her sticky breasts moved up and down, starting to rub against my trapped mber.
—Squelch, squelch.
The mixing of seed and Cowper’s fluid (pre-cum) created obscene sounds between my mber and her breasts.
"Slurp, slurp."
The pleasure from her strong suction and the soft sensation caressing my mber overwheld , making it feel like I was lting.
The sight of Christina sitting with her ample thighs parted, burying my mber in her breasts while moving her mouth made dizzy with desire.
As her thighs tightened around my rigid mber, the urge to climax surged.
Then, at the mont Christina’s mouth fiercely sucked my glans.
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My mber twitched as white seed erupted like water from a fountain.
The seed that oozed from Christina’s mouth flowed down, staining her ample breasts white.
A sticky string of white seed stretched between Christina’s rising head and my mber.
Gulp.
Christina’s Adam’s apple bobbed once.
The sight of Christina—sticking out her red tongue and licking her lips—was downright lewd.
I had been blankly staring at that sight with half-lidded eyes when I suddenly snapped back to reality at the sight of Christina crawling up.
I began to retreat slowly, smiling awkwardly.
"...Wasn’t Marquis Hughes looking for you? Shouldn’t you go?"
"The military council is in four hours, so it doesn’t matter."
Christina settled her full moon-like bottom on my retreating hips.
"...Still, you should prepare and rest. You might not be able to rest like this."
"Are you trying to cheat by enjoying it all alone yourself and finish?"
Christina pressed my hands against the bed to prevent from escaping, bowing her head to look at my face with a mischievous smile.
"How bold. To feed seed to a princess in broad daylight from within the palace."
"..."
As I couldn’t think of a reply, Christina lowered her head and kissed .
"Mmm."
A soft tongue invaded my mouth, and a sticky kiss ensued.
For a mont, I resisted and turned my body, but Christina’s skilled attack overwheld effortlessly.
One of Christina’s hands found my erect mber and pushed it inside her.
"Hmm."
Despite her ample butt descending, Christina didn’t separate her mouth from mine.
The pillar penetrating through the tight walls found its root deep inside.
"Ugh!"
The warmth of her walls squeezing down on my mber felt like it was going to lt away.
The pleasure was surreal.
As Christina beca one with , her voluptuous buttocks began to move slowly, reigniting the wave of hot ecstasy.
*
I was finally released from the imperial palace around noon—nearly three hours later.
After returning to the White Tower, I lay on my bed for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Sigh..."
I was screwed.
The mont I got entangled with the imperial family, my dream of a peaceful life—spending my ti leisurely making processed foods—was as good as dead.
Getting involved with the imperial family was the sa as being chained to the Empire. There was no such thing as retirent...
The best option seed to be getting as far away from the capital as possible—out of the Emperor’s sight.
’Maybe I should persuade Ranya to relocate our Magic Tower entirely...’
If the White Tower was far away, I’d have fewer reasons to visit the capital, making it easier to disappear.
Besides, all the food production facilities were already located far from the capital, so I could use "focusing on developnt" as a perfect excuse.
As I mulled over ways to escape the capital, a chill ran through my body.
’It’s cold.’
Was the sky sympathizing with my plight?
This winter was especially harsh.
The days I spent relaxing in the warm Kingdom of Carsel felt like a dream.
’I want to visit the hot springs again... That was amazing.’
Even if I could go back, staying as long as last ti would be impossible.
I was already a designated key figure, and now that I was tied to the imperial family, my schedule would only get more packed.
"..."
I never imagined that would be my last vacation.
I had a bad feeling when they sent a griffon to fetch back.
Looking back now, that wasn’t an "escort"—it was a kidnapping.
Not by the Emperor, but by Christina.
Summoning soone from overseas just for an imperial banquet? That was absurd to begin with.
But it was too late to realize that now.
The carriage had already departed, with or without my consent.
"Why do you look so down?"
"...Sothing happened."
"Did His Majesty order you to beco the court wizard?"
"...Worse than that."
I tore my gaze away from the ceiling and turned my head.
Aria was looking down at .
Finding it hard to et her eyes, I sat up in bed and averted my gaze.
"What’s wrong?"
"Senior, the cola isn’t selling."
"Well, it’s winter. Sales are bound to drop."
Even with our "Always Cola" ad campaign featuring polar bears, it was natural for cold drinks to sell less in winter.
But as I listened to Aria’s explanation, I realized the problem was bigger than I expected.
"This week’s sales dropped by 30%."
"...That much?"
That was a far sharper decline than anticipated.
"Do we have new competitors?"
"No, it’s because of Ssanghwatang."
"Ssanghwatang?"
"Yeah. Now that we have a hot canned drink on the market, people only want to buy Ssanghwatang."
Ssanghwatang, a traditional dicinal tea, was still tricky to mass-produce.
Every batch sold out instantly, and demand far exceeded supply.
Even so, custors were ignoring cola and flocking to Ssanghwatang instead.
This wasn’t necessarily a bad situation for us, but the drastic drop in cola sales was a serious issue.
"Hm... Maybe we should film another polar bear comrcial?"
"You know how busy the Polar Bears are."
"...Right."
In the past, it was easy to recruit polar bears since they had no jobs.
But now?
They were fully employed—working at cave cafés, frozen food factories, and rapid-freezing facilities.
Besides, I couldn’t think of a better concept than the previous ad, where an entire polar bear tribe marched south in search of cola.
It was ti to co up with a new approach.
’Winter... and cola...’
Then, an idea struck .
"Santa Claus."
"Santa Claus?"
"Yeah."
A red hat, red coat, a sack full of gifts, spreading joy to children—
The legendary Saint who, alongside the polar bears, saved Coca-Cola’s winter sales.
Santa Claus was the perfect second mascot.
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