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Taking a deep breath, Sylvian steeled himself.
He deliberately curled up under the blanket, shifting his body ever so slightly, when—
Click.
The door opened.
“My lady?”
Zeroth’s voice called out to him, but Sylvian pretended not to hear, tightly shutting his eyes and gripping the blanket.
The sound of slippers dragging across the floor approached, and Sylvian could feel Zeroth standing next to him.
His hands clenched even harder around the blanket.
At a time like this, looking tense and shivering would be far more enticing than simply pretending to be asleep.
Tock.
“Hh.”
A soft fingertip brushed against his cheek, drawing out a faint sound from Sylvian’s throat.
Even he was startled by the noise he had made, shrinking back instinctively.
Zeroth barely managed to suppress a chuckle.
He had let this adorable creature off the hook for too long, and now he had gone and caused trouble at the party.
The way Sylvian kept putting himself in situations where he needed to be punished was almost amusing.
Imagining how Sylvian must have been walking around dripping obscene pheromones made Zeroth desperately want to lock him up in a room with a collar around his neck.
“If you’re asleep, tomorrow will be even longer.”
“I’m awake!”
At the playful threat laced with laughter, Sylvian’s eyes shot open.
His round eyes widened even further, as if to prove he wasn’t the slightest bit sleepy.
And yet, he made no move to push the blanket away.
Zeroth hummed, reaching for it himself.
“Ah, no!”
“You need to be punished, don’t you?”
“W-Well, yes, but…”
Instead of turning pale with fear, Sylvian’s face flushed red, piquing Zeroth’s curiosity.
Whoosh.
“Ah! No, wait!”
With a single motion of Zeroth’s hand, the blanket was pulled away.
Sylvian curled up tightly, his expression on the verge of tears.
“…….”
Zeroth’ silence confirmed that it had worked.
Sniffling for no reason, Sylvian lowered his head even further, trying to hide the heat rising to his face.
His thighs were clenched together, but beneath them, his lower body was completely exposed.
The opening, bared to the air, twitched involuntarily.
“Hmm. Why are you wearing something like this? Are you trying to prove that you’re nothing more than a filthy little bitch?”
“Hhk… No.”
Sniff.
Seeing him burrow into the bed in embarrassment, Zeroth covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.
Beneath the thin fabric, Sylvian’s pale body was visible in every detail, leaving nothing concealed.
At this point, wouldn’t it be better to just take it off completely?
The thought crossed Zeroth’ mind, but the flimsy layer of cloth somehow made the sight even more tantalizingly precarious.
‘He’s put some thought into this.’
It seems he couldn’t say anything in front of the maids and just suffered in silence.
So, the maids must have figured it out and dressed him in a seductive nightgown, hoping he’d earn favor.
“A fitting outfit for a bitch who needs to be punished by her husband for being so lewd.”
Zeroth deliberately provoked Silvian as he reached out and lifted his small face.
The mere fact that he was already wearing such an embarrassing nightgown filled him with shame.
Zeroth clicked his tongue at Silvian’s flushed face.
“Have you thought about what you did wrong?”
“I failed to properly control my pheromones.”
“And?”
“Sniff.”
How could he not realize his mistake?
Zeroth tightened his grip on Sylvian’s chin.
“Ugh.”
“Dripping such a lewd scent, seducing alphas left and right—are you saying you don’t know what you did wrong?”
“B-But no one came!”
“That’s only because Count Holt and his wife protected you.”
Sylvian pouted, clearly upset at being scolded when nothing had actually happened.
A bothersome pest had shown up, which meant he’d have to waste time and effort getting rid of it.
And on top of that, Sylvian had made him worry.
Wasn’t that reason enough for a scolding?
The Marquis could wait.
For now, he had to thoroughly discipline the wife in his arms.
“You were dripping pheromones everywhere. I should probably check your hole first. Who knows? You might’ve been sucking off another Alpha while I was away.”
Smooch.
After pressing a kiss against the pouting lips, he spread his thighs wide.
“Ah! Z-Zeroth!”
Slurp!
“Hiiik! I-It’s a mistake! Hngh!”
Between the widely spread thighs, a small cock trembled, fully exposed.
Zeroth let out a smirk before pressing his lips against the pale inner thigh and sucking hard.
“And what should you call me when you’re being punished?”
“Master…”
Sniffle.
Only now did he seem to realize he was about to be punished, his tearful eyes pleading for mercy.
Since physical discipline was not an option yet, he had to etch the meaning of pleasure deep into his body today.
That way, he wouldn’t even think of looking at anyone else—he’d be desperate to spread his legs only for him.
With a smirk, Zeroth released a surge of pheromones.
“Did you go around releasing your pheromones like this just to seduce Alphas?”
“Uung!”
Sylvian gasped for breath under the weight of Zeroth’s scent.
The dominant Alpha’s thick pheromones urged him to open up, demanding surrender.
With every inhale, the heat pooling inside him grew unbearable, dampness spreading below.
“Can you even imagine how many Alphas went into heat from your scent?”
“Hngh, I—I was wrong…! Hic!”
“As he imagined shoving his cock into that hole, drooling at the thought of the lady’s naked body.”
Zeroth, confirming the entrance slick with arousal, pushed his fingers in without hesitation.
“Ahng! Ah! Hiiik!”
“There must have been Alphas subtly releasing their pheromones in response to the omega’s scent.
No way a filthy cunt like this would just stay still.”
Squelch, squelch.
Zeroth’s pheromones were stronger than usual, making his body heat up more quickly.
Sylvian could only shake his head at the sounds coming from beneath him, barely managing to let out a denial mixed with gasps.
“Hic…! No, Master! Hah…! There’s only you, Master!”
“That can’t be true. Look, my dear. It’s taking everything in so easily that I can’t be sure myself.”
“Hngh! Aaah!”
As Zeroth’s fingers stirred inside, a sob broke free.
His body wouldn’t obey—it was too overwhelming.
He hadn’t even released that much pheromone!
Besides, the bracelet Zeroth had given him should have blocked other Alphas’ pheromones.
Feeling utterly wronged, Sylvian bit his lip hard, tears spilling down his cheeks.
“This isn’t something you can just cry your way out of. You practiced controlling your pheromones so much, and yet—”
“Hhng, this is because of Zeroth—”
“Are you saying you’re in heat from my pheromones right now?”
“Wha—?! Ngh?! Ugh?!”
Isn’t that right?
It was right.
This hadn’t happened because of anyone else’s pheromones.
With Whisen, he had been too out of it during his heat cycle to remember anything properly.
Back then, it had just felt like a cool scent—nothing more.
“Hngh. Yeah. It’s because of Zeroth.”
At those stubbornly muttered words, Zeroth chuckled.
“Ahng! Ah!”
“Aha, so the reason my little bitch is in heat like this… is because you want to suck your master’s cock, isn’t it?”
“Hik! Y-yes!”
Sylvian whimpered impatiently, urged to hurry up and fill the emptiness below.
His hole kept greedily swallowing Zeroth’s thick fingers.
“Hnn… Please, give it to me.”
Zeroth smirked at Sylvian’s desperate expression.
“Today is a day for discipline. Let’s try something different.”
Reaching to the side, Zeroth grabbed something.
“A-Ah! Hnng! This—! Hic! Ahh!”
Something thicker than a finger slowly pushed its way inside.
It was a dildo, molded after his own length.
The transparent toy burrowed into the tight space, revealing glimpses of Sylvian’s flushed inner walls as it moved.
Tap.
With a snap of Zeroth’s fingers, a low hum began to vibrate from below.
“Ah! Hngh! M-Master! It f-feels, ngh—ahh!”
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