Returning to a drunk Vizima.

“Choose one, me or her, and stick to it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.”

Vizima slowly woke from his slumber. His body felt heavy like it was underwater, and his head throbbed harder than ever before. Up until the moment he finally came to, the princess’s voice rang in his ears.

He felt around the nightstand and put on his glasses.

As he recalled the things he’d done yesterday one by one, he fell into a deep turmoil.

He had been so completely drunk that he wasn’t sure if he had been drinking the **** or the **** had been drinking him. Vizima buried his head between his knees and scrubbed his face.

It seemed that the servants weren’t aware that the more drunk he was, the more unaffected he appeared.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Vizima flinched. It was because he knew he had sinned.

Thinking it might be the princess’s summons, he hastily rose from his bed and threw on a robe.

And in front of his door was Mina.

“Vizima, it’s me. Can I come in for a bit?”

“……”

Only then did Vizima remember everything.

He had loved the women in front of him, and he had been betrayed last night. Vizima drily contemplated the facts that should have left some kind of impression on him.

But even when he looked at the woman, he didn’t feel any anger. It was enough to make him question if he had ever loved her.

It felt like he had just awoken from a dream.

“….Come in.”

When he cracked open the door a little more, Mina immediately jumped into Vizima’s arms. As he accepted her into his embrace like a habit, his thoughts were of another woman. He chewed on the fact that after yesterday, the princess would no longer have any feelings for him.

Even though it wasn’t like she had felt anything in the first place.

He let out a scornful laugh under his breath.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong. I realized it after I was put in that situation.”

“What did you realize?”

“……That I could never abandon you and leave here.” The woman’s red eyes welled up with tears and looked up at Vizima.

“Are you trying to say that you stayed for me?”

She nodded and he tenderly patted the woman’s head.

Lies.

“I’m so relieved that you don’t hate me. I really….”

Mina threw her arms around his neck. He leaned over for her

Unless the world had changed overnight, this couldn’t be possible. He couldn’t even remember why he had loved this woman. The only thing he was feeling was need.

“Vizima?”

“What is it?”

Still tucked in his embrace, Mina whispered, “I want to meet Her Highness.”

At Mina’s words, Vizima realized what it was. The identity of this burning need. What this impulse to go throw himself at that woman’s feet was.

It was just like when he had first met the princess.

He wondered what the problem was this time. What exactly about the princess was tying him up so much.

He had thought he had finally escaped. He had thought he had forgotten.

He had tried to escape from this hell, but in the end, all Vizima found was the unchanging truth.

“I’m begging you. Without you, there’s no way for me to meet her. “

“…..Alright. I’ll help you.”

He knew it now. The reason that he was able to love this woman, out of everyone else, without feeling guilty.

It was because Mina didn’t love him.

Just as he didn’t love her.

The two gave uncomfortable glances at one another before Mina made the first move. She pressed her gentle lips and Vizima too starved for attention accepted them.

Despite knowing neither pair had any true feelings for the other they both agreed that sex was the only bliss they enjoyed from each other’s company. And they would take full advantage of each other's bodies.

As Vizima found out first the younger woman's hands had wandered behind the princess’ concubine and gasped a handful of his delectable ass.

He reached behind their head and ran his hand through the women’s lavish black curls which actively wrapped around his fingers. He grabbed hold of them and pulled her head back, giving him better access to the maiden's unblemished neck.

Vizima unabashedly attacked it with his lips, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone, making Mina’s mouth gap open and her eyes fall shut in response to the treatment. A breathless moan escaped from her mouth and she grasped her lover’s shirt with her free hand to steady herself, as she arched her neck into his lips to prolong the feeling for just a while longer.

He stopped eventually pressing his lips against the fabric of Mina’s maid uniform. His impatience got the better of him as he reached for their collar and ripped it open.

“Stop!” Mina ordered and weakly pushed away from his chest. The young woman took a step away from him, her back facing him, she reached both her hands around her back and pinched each end of the ribbon that held up her uniform.

Vizima regained his composure, looked uncomfortably away from Mina, as she slipped out of her clothing, and removed his glasses, placing them back onto the nightstand.

Piece by piece the uniform fell onto the floor and Mina stood naked, the candlelight complementing her smooth skin perfectly.

Mina looked back at Vizima over her shoulder with a dull expression and he instinctively worked to remove his own nightwear, shrugging them to the ground he sat on the bed and watched Mina straddle his lap.

Vizima found his eyes wandering to her modestly sized breasts, however he couldn’t help but compare them to the princess', as he did with every woman he’d slept with. He turned his gaze to the side only to be caught and brought back to Mina’s eyes as she pulled his chin with her fingers.

“What’s wrong with you? You seem off today,” Mina reached down for his manhood and grasped ahold of his balls fondling them in her soft hands, to stir some life into her lover’s cock.

“It’s nothing…” Vizima found it difficult to lie to the women who literally had him by the balls. Their crimson eyes were usually so welcoming and full of joy, nothing like his princess’ cold and distant stare. He supposed it was one of the many reasons he found comfort with being with Mina. But whenever he’d share a bed with the young women her eyes always seemed lonely.

As if he needed to prove a point, the older man grasped her waist and lifted her up, rolling Mina beneath him and holding her arms above her head, recreating the position he had taken with the princess the night before.

He closed his eyes as they met again, expecting her to answer in the same way. After a few awkward moments, he opened his eyes to find Mina staring back. Wanting him. He lined his cock with her lower lips and pushed himself inside her. Reacting in kind Mina cried out in pleasure, tilting her head back so he could feel her squirm in his grasp.

He groped her thigh as she pushed up her leg in practiced surrender, his pace slow. He buried his face into Mina’s hair and took in the scent of her shampoo. The same as the princess used he knew, For he was the person who gifted Mina the bottle. Unconsciously, he called out the word "princess" which quickened his strokes.

Staring wide-eyed at the ceiling she whispered into his ear. “Call me that again.”

“Princess…”

“Again.”

“Princess.”

“Again!”