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V.

I woke up only at late lunchtime, washed my body—covered in s***n—in the bathroom, and returned to the bedroom once more. A warm meal was set on the dining table, and the bed sheets had been changed to fresh, clean ones. It was an afternoon like any other.

Out of habit, I sat down at the table and continued chewing mechanically while staring blankly outside. The two c***s I’d seen last night flickered before my eyes.

‘Wow….’

Even recalling it now was shocking.

But what was even more appalling than that was his distorted face, brazenly displaying his disgust. How had he managed to hide his true feelings until now?

And why had he concealed his true intentions and shown me such humane kindness?

If he had just forced himself on me this morning instead, at least that would have made sense. Because then it would mean he’d been acting kind just to make me feel betrayed.

But in the original story, he only held Sylvia when she was asleep—or more precisely, when he thought she was asleep—and she discovered this fact only later. I think it took about a week for her to realize that what she thought had been a dream was actually real.

“Hmm…”

Does he have a sleeping fetish? Is that why he didn’t touch me this time—because I was awake? Ugh, I have no idea.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t find an answer. Even in the original story, there was extremely little information about him. How could I possibly understand the thoughts of a man who spoke so little and kept his feelings so well hidden?

I patted my full stomach and walked to the bed, mulling over everything from the day I first met Zeke until this morning. It’s not that I’m particularly interested in Zeke compared to the other male leads—it’s just that people naturally can’t stand not knowing things. Unlike Kallist and Ruasil, whose actions and thought processes were transparent, isn’t it only human to be curious about what’s going on inside Zeke’s veiled mind? But the more I tried to piece together the puzzle of memories, the more lost in a labyrinth I seemed to become. And then, suddenly—.

‘Your kingdom is what made me like this.’

I bolted upright as I recalled his last words, buried in my hazy memory.

“Huh…?”

The Kingdom of Roang, Kinamun, two d***s.

Only now did the puzzle pieces begin to fit together.

Sylvia’s father, the previous King of Roang, had enjoyed orgies disguised as religious rituals. The opening passage that described those depraved parties—

‘When a man with two c***s and a woman with two c***s joined together, the royals and nobles of Roang, while pointing fingers and calling them cursed by the Moon God Kinamun, still scrambled over each other to get to them.’

That was it. It was stimulating enough to make my frontal lobe melt, so I remembered every single word. Although, when I was actually faced with Zeke’s member, my brain short-circuited and I couldn’t recall anything.

‘So, is Zeke one of those cursed by the Moon God Kinamun? When? How?’

In the original story, Zeke’s origins were only mentioned as being unclear, with no concrete details about his past. He was just a knight who was loyal by day and debauched by night. That was all he needed to be. The readers weren’t particularly curious about his past either. Hell, even I wasn’t.

After all, the original novel never described his c**k as being two.

‘Did Sylvia know?’

The fact that she was convinced he was disgusted by her made it clear that Sylvia must have seen the expression on his face while he was pleasuring himself. There’s no way she saw his face but missed that. Even if she kept pretending to be asleep, there’s no way she couldn’t have noticed two members burrowing into her.

‘Maybe if he had only put one in, she might not have noticed…?’

My thoughts began spiraling down the rabbit hole again. I decided to table my curiosity and willingly surrendered myself to the drowsiness of my food coma.

***

Something was off with Kallist.

Ever since the day he’d seen Zeke and held me so roughly, he’d been acting completely out of character.

‘Eat.’

‘……Pardon?’

‘Your arms are skin and bones; it’s unpleasant to look at. So eat. And your belly skin is uselessly thin. How do you expect to carry my child for ten months like this?’

‘…….’

Instead of barging in in the dead of night to forcibly hold me, he would instead pry my mouth open and shovel all sorts of delicacies into it. Frankly, the food was delicious. The quality of the rations given to a hostage wasn’t bad, but the Crown Prince’s palace cuisine was in a different class altogether.

So, while I thought to myself, ‘Has this bastard lost his mind?’, I still obediently accepted and ate whatever he gave me. I was almost disappointed, thinking he might just give me food and not his c**k, but after stuffing me full, he sated his desires as usual. What a relief. And while his touch was oddly affectionate when feeding me, during s*x, he reverted to his old self, handling me roughly. That was an even bigger relief.