Daphne looked at me with a mixture of nervousness and resolve. Despite the courage she tried to show, fear flickered in her eyes. She had heard that the first time was painful, and no amount of determination could completely erase that anxiety.

  Still, she didn’t turn away.

  I moved slowly, guiding myself closer, deliberately taking my time. Instead of rushing, I lingered, letting her grow accustomed to the sensation. Each gentle movement drew soft reactions from her, her breathing gradually becoming uneven.

  Before long, she began to moan again.

  I leaned down and kissed her, deepening the connection between us. Our tongues met, and her tension eased as warmth spread through her body.

  Only then did I move forward.

  Daphne gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the unfamiliar sensation. She clung to me instinctively, her body stiffening, and I immediately stopped. I whispered reassurances, stroking her gently and kissing her until her breathing calmed.

  When she finally relaxed again, I continued—slowly, carefully.

  A soft cry escaped her lips, a mix of pain and pleasure. I felt the resistance and understood immediately what it was. I didn’t push through right away. Instead, I focused on her, easing her nerves, drawing out her reactions until the fear in her eyes faded into something warmer.

  When I felt her body finally accept me, I moved forward.

  She cried out again, gripping me tightly, but I held on, steady and patient, until the pain began to subside. Her body slowly adjusted, her tension loosening as sensation replaced discomfort.

  “It hurts…” she whispered.

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  I endured, keeping my movements gentle. This body was sensitive, but I had enough experience to maintain control. I refused to let this moment turn into something careless.

  Gradually, Daphne’s reactions changed. Her breathing grew heavier, her expression softening as the pain faded and pleasure took its place.

  I began to move, slowly at first.

  Each motion became smoother, more natural. The rhythm built little by little, and before long, her soft moans filled the room. The earlier fear vanished from her eyes, replaced by a hazy, flushed expression.

  “Ah…”

  Her voice trembled as she clung to me.

  I increased the pace slightly, feeling her respond more openly now. Soon, she began to move with me, inexperienced but sincere, every reaction honest and unrestrained.

  We lost ourselves in the moment—breath, warmth, and sensation blending together. Her whispered calls of Your Highness slipped from her lips again and again, each one tightening something in my chest.

  Eventually, her strength gave out. She could no longer move much, leaving herself entirely to me, her soft cries filling the room.

  When I felt her body tense suddenly, I knew she was close.

  “Your Highness… something’s coming…” she gasped.

  I held her firmly, steadying her as her body trembled. A sharp cry escaped her lips as pleasure overtook her, her expression going blank as she clutched the sheets beneath her.

  Moments later, I followed, the sensation overwhelming and intense. She clung to me tightly, trembling as we both came down from the height together.

  I exhaled slowly, leaning down to kiss her gently.

  She responded instinctively, her body still warm and sensitive as she curled against me. We remained like that for a while, neither of us speaking, simply sharing the lingering closeness.

  When I finally moved away, she followed me instinctively, wrapping her arms around me.

  “…Your Highness, I love you,” she whispered softly, a satisfied smile on her lips.

  I kissed her in return, brushing her hair aside and murmuring softly to her until her breathing gradually slowed.

  Before long, she fell asleep in my arms.

  I gently stroked her face and sent a trace of mana into her body. It was pure and gentle, enough to ease fatigue and help her recover by morning.

  Watching her sleep peacefully, I reflected quietly.

  This night—this moment—had helped me come to a decision.

  In this life, I didn’t want to be a hero or a demon king.

  Not a ruler, not a savior, not a general or emperor.

  I wanted no responsibilities.

  This life would be one of indulgence.

  Living freely, controlling things from the shadows, enjoying luxury—and desire—on my own terms.

  And perhaps…

  It would also be my way of taking revenge.