Despite the horrifying thought, I lacked the confidence to single-handedly overcome the numerous guards within the palace.

When she was rolling her eyes in contemplation, Karzan unlocked the four locks and entered the cell with a languid expression. As he stepped inside, he drove me back against the dank brick wall.

“You’re quite adorable, shivering like an amateur feline. What will you do when cornered?…bite my hand viciously?” 

He raised a finger and skimmed it below my chin. The gesture was more like petting a puppy than touching a cat. His chilling intensity prodded at soft areas, inciting chills.

Before I could even reply, the Archduke pulled my arm and dragged me out of the interrogation prison. I was yanked into the center of the interrogation room, letting out a single scream.

Seating himself first, the Archuke nonchalantly settled into a wooden chair and positioned me over his knee, my b*ttocks pointed skyward. The posture was as if I were a child about to be disciplined, which sent waves of humiliation coursing through me.

Then, another mission popped up.

[??·Sub Mission 3 ??·]

Experience an org*sm while he inspects your b*ttocks!

? Condition: Achieve org*sm as your b*ttocks are inspected

? Rewards: Favorability of Karzan +3, Failure -1

Hidden item +1

Do you accept?

A simple yes or no wasn’t an option. This is crazy. It’s not like my b*ttocks have er*genous zones attached; how am I supposed to achieve org*sm during an inspection? And under what circumstances does this increase his favorability?

The absurdity of the game made me instinctively curse. Yet, the rewards seemed attractive and the failure penalty wasn’t harsh, igniting an unknown surge of fighting spirit within me.

Should I… give it a shot?

Unknowingly, I had dedicated my full attention to this outrageous, 19+ game.

? ? ?

“Hena. As much as I’d love to ruin you, I genuinely hoped that you weren’t the real culprit. That way, I could admire you longer.”

He lifted my skirt as he spoke. The humid and damp environment wasn’t cold, but the exposure made my bare b*ttocks twitch as if chilled by the cold.

“Were you planning on running away once I left? To a master eagerly awaiting you?”

The flickering torchlight reflected in my tense eyes.

“There’s…no such thing as a master…”

A forlorn voice murmured thus. Would I want to utter such hollow words? But what could I do when it was the truth? At this point, it seemed better to get this b*ttocks inspection over with and increase my favorability level.

“Please see for yourself. My…hole. Archduke, open it up and judge for yourself whether I am telling a blatant lie.”

“Ho, Hena, are you provoking me now?”

Provoking? Yes, I guess so. I have nothing else to lose.

This man, despite his title as Archduke, hasn’t killed me, a mere servant. He could potentially be the first character worthy of becoming an ally. I resolved to try and seduce him if necessary — he already seems like a pervert who is targeting my back.

“…Yes. If it’s your touch, Archduke, I… I will willingly open up anywhere.”

He made no response. Only a low chuckle reverberated through my heightened nerves. He then clasped my b*ttocks gently and slowly began to knead.

‘Ah…’

It felt bizarre to submit my b*ttocks while I lay over him as if I were being punished. His gripping strength had a strange appeal, yet it was also shameful. As he added a little force, gripping tightly, a grunt escaped me unknowingly.

“Thinking of this pretty cake-like a$s turning red fills me with ecstasy.”

Eventually, he had both hands firmly gripping my b*ttocks — shaking the two fleshy orbs in his hands, viciously kneading and tormenting them. Each time his firm knuckles squeezed me tighter, my hole clenched with a tight, sucking sound, and heat began to creep up my neck.

“Show me. Your cute insides.”

His grip tightened, fully spreading apart my b*ttocks. I could only utter pitiful noises and endure the aggressive stretch. As if it wasn’t enough to have exposed my p*ssy during the day, now my anus had come into view too. His intense gaze bore into me from between the spread cheeks, creating a stingingly intense tepidity.

If I have to feel something, I might as well think positively. After all, the Duke possesses an unrealistically intimidating presence, someone I couldn’t even make eye contact with in reality, let alone share a bed. And whether this damned place is a game, a dream, or reality, I have to stake my life on escaping.

Let’s think of it as a unique service. A handsome man is offering a special service just for me

“Just spreading them, does it feel good?”

At his soft question, my hole twitched. His firm thigh, supporting my chest, suddenly felt comfortable. So much so that my eyes involuntarily closed amidst the blush.

That’s when it happened.

With a loud smack, his large hand struck one side of my b*ttocks with all his might.

“Kyaa!”

A burning sensation engulfed my b*ttocks. The force that forcefully hit my tender flesh left a clear imprint. Instantly, pain rushed through me, causing me to arch my back and let out a scream. But he struck my b*ttocks again.

Smack!

My round flesh trembled as if it was spreading out. And it cried out under his hand. It wasn’t only pain that could be felt. I writhed in an attempt to escape his grip but soon felt his strong force pressing against my back. And then, smack! Flames arose again in the same place.

“Ha-eut…! It hurts!”

“Now, tell me. Who were you trying to go to outside that door?”

The strange sensation disappeared, replaced by intense pain. I sobbed, complaining of pain. But he didn’t stop his relentless strikes.

“You have such an innocent face. Who were you trying to embrace with an innocent face?”

Smack, smack. As his strikes overlapped, my b*ttocks turned a pale red. Powerful waves surged from the struck area, twisting my body. However, with my waist held down, only my b*ttocks received the full impact.

“Seeing you devote yourself so completely, Hena. It seems there might be some hidden side beneath your surface. Don’t you think?”

“Uhuh. No… Haeung, no!”