After reaching climax three times from Milia's intense and attentive care, Sol fell asleep almost instantly. The exhaustion from the day's events, combined with the mental strain of the pleasure and the physical exertion, left him with no choice but to surrender to sleep.
Yet, for some unknown reason, as sunlight filtered through the curtains and touched his closed eyes, gently waking him, he felt a warm and wet sensation around his lower body—specifically at his erect manhood.
"What… what's going on?"
Rubbing his heavy, sleep-laden eyelids, he looked down and immediately recognized the source of the pleasurable feeling.
"Good morning, your highness."
Milia smiled at him softly, a hint of mischief and lust in her eyes. But strangely, his underwear was pulled down to his knees, and his rigid member was firmly held in her delicate hands, slick with saliva and other fluids.
"W-what… good morning?! What on earth are you doing right now?!"
"My, what a dramatic reaction! I'm giving you a blowjob, of course. I came to wake you up and saw you already hard again after last night. So I thought… why not?"
Milia acted as though performing oral pleasure was as ordinary as brushing one's teeth. She took the swollen head of his penis into her mouth, her warm saliva and rough tongue wrapping around it. Jolts of unimaginable pleasure coursed through his drowsy body.
"Ahh! Seriously…?"
His throbbing rod twitched uncontrollably, drenched in saliva and precum—proof that she had been at this for some time.
Being woken by a beautiful maid offering such luxury was a dream come true for Sol—something he never imagined possible in his former life. He wondered if this was a dream, but the intensely pleasurable sensations confirmed it was painfully real.
"Nh~! You're so hard this morning… slurp …and twitching too… such a magnificent cock you have, your highness…"
Her plump, pink lips stroked the shaft, puckering and drawing at the sensitive head in a rhythmic pattern. She seemed determined to milk his cum with her expert oral techniques. Overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating through his senses, Sol writhed helplessly on the bed.
The sheer surprise of it made it impossible for him to resist, as waves of pleasure consumed his entire body.
Her ravenous tongue sensually crawled from base to tip, licking up the precum with obscene wet sounds that filled the room. She sucked at him fiercely, mixing her saliva with his fluids.
"Slurp, cum whenever you're ready…"
Noticing his reaction, she looked up at him with glistening dark eyes, urging him to let go.
"I'm cumming!"
The teasing tongue stoked his erection, and before he knew it, he climaxed swiftly, far quicker than he'd expected. Overcome, he grabbed the little curved horns on Milia's head, using them as handles to thrust deeper into her musky throat.
For a split second, her eyebrows shot up, only to relax moments later as she composed herself and swallowed every drop without hesitation.
"This really feels amazing."
Even after he finished, Milia continued to suck at his rod, as if savoring the remnants of his release like the sweetest treat.
Despite having ejaculated so much the night before, this morning's session drained him even further—and the look in her eyes hinted she was ready to keep going, making him nervous.
—
After thoroughly cleaning him with her tongue, Milia sat up, smiling playfully.
"How was it? Did you enjoy my mouth?"
She tilted her head curiously as she noticed his cock hardening once again.
'His stamina is something else entirely.'
"Wasn't that enough to satisfy you? If not, how about I use my breasts like last night—or my pussy instead?"
Though he was only mildly fatigued from his deep sleep, Milia misread his silent, relaxed response as consent. Her excitement grew, and she began to tear off her maid uniform.
"It felt good! Really, really good!"
"Really? Then tell me what you want me to do."
Assuming he was too shy to speak, she began baring her breasts, ready to smother his cock between them.
"I appreciate the offer… but I think we should stop… at least for now."
Though he was deeply flattered by her willingness to pleasure him, he knew he had to refuse. If he let himself get lost in such bliss, he feared he would lose sight of everything else. Every experience has its right time—and for him, it wasn't now.
Milia's smile faltered slightly, and she looked disappointed, but she didn't push further. She knew there would be other nights filled with passion ahead. Meanwhile, Sol quickly pulled up his underwear and searched for his training gear.
"I see… As you wish. Now then, your highness Sol, Her Majesty wishes to have breakfast with you today. What will you do?"
"Breakfast, huh? We haven't met much lately. Yesterday was our first meeting in a week."
Though he was crown prince and she a regent queen, Sol held her in deep admiration and respect. After all, she had helped save the world alongside his parents during a catastrophic disaster.
"Tell her I'll gladly join her. For now, I need to meet Setsuna for morning training—or she'll skin me alive. That girl's way too brutal."
"Fufufu!" Milia covered her mouth with an elegant, enigmatic laugh. She knew that even though he complained, Setsuna was one of the few people he truly trusted—and such people were rare.
"Your sword and training gear are ready. Setsuna should be waiting for you in the garden."
Though Sol sometimes trained with other knights, he mostly trained with Setsuna alone in the hanging gardens—that was his primary method of growth.
"Thanks. Please have the maids heat my bath and prepare some massage oil—I'll definitely need it."
He chuckled bitterly before changing into his training clothes. Milia stood nearby with a teasing smile, but he didn't mind.
Their bond had already grown deep, and last night's intimacy only brought them closer, crossing boundaries he had dreamed of reaching for long. It would be silly to feel embarrassed about being seen naked now that they had shared such moments.
"Alright, I'm off."
Milia watched him leave, knowing she should remind him to bathe—but at the same time, she thought this would strengthen their bond further.
Besides, it would serve as a lesson for him.
"After all…"
"How could he forget how sensitive a beastkin's nose is? Fufufu! I'd love to see her face when she smells him right now."
Laughing mischievously, she envisioned his future reactions and knew she had already succeeded in making him nervous.
—
Hours later…
The sun blazed down, scattering dazzling light over the lush trees of the hanging gardens. Birds sang melodies from branches, and tiny squirrels plucked fruits, disappearing into bushes.
This was nature's humble glory—a breathtaking sight only visible in Babylon's hanging gardens.
In the midst of this beauty, two figures stood in training gear. One swung his sword wildly while the girl beside him counted each strike with a scowl, clearly furious.
"450. Do it again."
He thought he'd only have to endure a little discomfort, unaware that his scent was leaking out.
"450. Change your posture."
He had already imagined various coping strategies in his mind.
"Study your opponent and find their weakness."
Yet, he had gravely underestimated her anger, clueless about the real reason.
"455. I know you can do better… swing harder!"
Still, he kept practicing, focused on perfecting the rhythm of his sword form.
"455. Your swing was too weak—it doesn't count. Again! Come on!"
He knew this world wasn't a carefree fantasy. Life and death could shift at any moment. His parents had been heroic figures, yet still vulnerable.
'If even the greatest heroes could die… who's safe?'
Despite knowing she was venting frustration, he pressed on, never complaining, striving to push beyond his limits.
For another 30 minutes, he trained relentlessly.
"990. Just ten more—you'll finish the third set."
His arms trembled, but he didn't stop.
"1000."
The final count rang out like a heavenly voice forgiving a sinner.
huff huff huff
His body, drenched in sweat, shook as he struggled to stay upright.
"A-Are you alright?"
From the side, Setsuna's worried voice barely sounded like an afterthought.
"Sol!!"
His vision darkened, and he collapsed into the embrace of nature.
—
This time, what woke him wasn't a wet sensation but a soft hand caressing his sweaty forehead. His head rested on something soft, warm, and firm.
'A lap pillow.'
The comfort was so profound he wished it would last forever.
"Are you awake?"
He could have pretended to sleep, but he knew she'd sense the change in his breathing.
He opened his sky-blue eyes and met hers—deep, dark blue, filled with worry. Her usual cold mask had softened, anxiety etched across her delicate features.
He tried to speak, but she snapped first.
"Idiot!!"
Startled, he froze. Her face twisted, her body trembling as she fought back tears.
"Why didn't you tell me you'd overexerted yourself?! You didn't wake up for hours! That could've seriously harmed you!"
He gave a bitter smile at her concern. Indeed, humans needed access to mana after awakening—a critical milestone they couldn't bypass, no matter how strong.
Though he was far above average strength, the restriction still applied.
"Hahaha! Sorry, sorry. I thought I could manage. Heh… but honestly, it was worth it."
Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she stopped scolding him, lowering her head in embarrassment; even her fluffy ears drooped.
"I should apologize too. I shouldn't have pushed you harder out of jealousy."
Her words, barely more than a whisper, were clear enough to reach him.
"Jealousy?"
He blinked in confusion before everything clicked.
'Oh no… I forgot she's a wolf.'
Everything had happened too fast. He had completely overlooked how sensitive beastkin noses could be—especially for a blue wolf like her.
Training with the scent of sex practically radiating from him must've felt like a slap to her senses.
Her face flushed further as she realized he understood.
An awkward silence hung between them. Finally, she sighed.
"I may have been angry, but it doesn't excuse me making you push yourself too far. I'll do anything for you to forgive me."
Sol, about to brush it off, froze at her words.
Few things held more power than those simple yet heartfelt promises.
He stood, gently took her hand, and pulled her deeper into the garden.
Once they reached a secluded spot, he asked softly but firmly.
"Setsuna… did you really say you'd do anything?"