From the beginning of her appearance to now, it hadn’t even been a minute, and Helena was already acting like this.
It didn’t take a genius to know what she was trying to do.
If there were any other person instead of Lucien, he might be overwheld or maybe even seduced.
After all, Helena looked absolutely gorgeous in every way possible.
With Helena’s mature vibe and the ample curves straining against her tight clothes, she was a living example of a Milf, capable of making a young man weak with just a look.
But she was just too eager, moving too fast, and didn’t notice the odd look on Lucien’s face after her sudden appearance.
"What are you doing here?"
Only when Lucien asked a strange question all of a sudden did she finally feel that sothing was off.
"Sigh... miss, didn’t I tell you to act natural? Why are you so eager and obvious?"
Well, Clara, placing her hand on her forehead in exasperation, and her reminder was also a strong hint that sothing was totally off with the situation.
"W-wh... what do you an?"
Seeing such a reaction from Lucien and Clara, Helena stamred, breaking up her act.
Then she couldn’t help but look at Clara as if asking why she was acting like her disguise was seen through.
Wasn’t she the owner of this auction venue, always?
It had been so long, and no one, not even her royal family, knew who she was.
"Eek!"
However, before Helena could get a response from Clara, she was suddenly pulled strongly by her hand, dragged directly into a warm chest she knew all too well.
The situation was so sudden that she couldn’t help but yelp in surprise.
She then felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, where there was less cloth than there should be, the warmth of his touch making her shiver.
"W-what are you doing?"
Seeing Lucien holding her in such a compromising position, especially in front of Clara, Helena couldn’t help but shout softly, struggling to free herself from his embrace but failing miserably.
As for Velmara, he already left the room at so point without anyone noticing.
He clearly didn’t want to witness Lucien’s little ga.
"Did she use her disguise ability on you? You look completely different than before."
Lucien didn’t care about that, though, as he was busy scaling a tall figure in his arms with utmost attention.
But even after looking at Helena so close like this, he found that he still couldn’t recognize Sera.
Yes, he already knew that the girl in his embrace was actually Sera Edoria, the eldest princess of the Edoria Kingdom.
The sa one with whom he had a blast just today.
To be honest, if not for him activating the Debt Marker feature of his system the mont he arrived here, he would never have guessed that this mature lady, oozing sexuality with every frown, was the sa one he had ravaged today.
She looked totally different with her impeccable disguise.
Her face, her figure, her eyes, and even her aura of Phoenix, he couldn’t find anything remotely similar right now that resembled her original self.
She looked like an absolutely different person from every angle.
"W-What... what do you an?"
By now, Sera also realized that Lucien clearly knew who she was. So, she couldn’t help but stamr nervously.
But honestly, she couldn’t understand how Lucien could know her through disguise.
After all, Clara’s ability was one of the best in this world without a doubt.
Even soone so high in the realm couldn’t recognize her if she were disguised by her. This was the truth, as she had already checked this before.
But Lucien recognized her as soon as she appeared.
Even if her acting was odd, she was eager and obvious, as Clara said, shouldn’t Lucien only doubt her identity?
How could he know it was her imdiately?
"Do you know who I am?"
Feeling that Lucien might be gaslighting her, Sera asked while squinting her eyes, suspicion clear on her face.
"Hmm? Do you think I’m lying?"
Lucien, of course, saw her doubt and laughed lightly before tightening her in his embrace with one arm.
"Mmm~~"
Then, with deliberate teasing, he lightly tapped her face, playing with her cheek and brushing her red lips before lifting her chin with a finger and smirking.
"I have to say, your new look is as good as your original one. Did you choose it yourself?"
After saying that, he slowly dragged his hand down to her bosom that was tightly snug in her dress and pushed up, showing deep cleavage.
Then he completely ignored Sera’s weak protests and directly cupped one of them firmly in his palm, and felt it lightly.
"Tch... tch... you even changed the size. Were you insecure? I liked the original one, you know."
Lucien said shalessly, admonishing her while shaping and molding her in the process.
"Mmm~~"
Sera clearly wanted to resist him, but as soon as Lucien touched her lightly and played with her, she went soft, losing all her strength.
Feeling the warmth of his arms and rembering their earlier encounter today, she turned weak so suddenly that she didn’t even protest when he grabbed her breast, letting out a small, helpless moan.
She didn’t even realize that besides Lucien, there was another person in the room.
And that person was already wide-eyed, mouth agape, unable to believe what was happening in front of her.
’Is this my princess Sera?’
Clara was totally dumbfounded by the scene in front.
Eldest Princess Sera was known for her violent temper.
She could get angry over small things and could set soone on fire for small mistakes.
She was so ruthless and cold, not to ntion a man in her life, she didn’t even have a decent friend.
Clara was the only one who ca close to that.
But seeing the scenery of Lucien cupping one of her breasts and comnting while Sera clearly moaned in pleasure with dreamy eyes, Clara had to believe even if she didn’t want to...
’My princess is... taken. Taken by this prodigal bastard.’
’How is this possible?’
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