At the Emperor’s suggestion, Richel entered an arranged marriage with a man she had never met.
Her relationship with her taciturn husband was awkward at best.
To lift her spirits, her friends suggested a cruise trip.
“If you see someone you like, don’t hesitate to flaunt your wealth. The highest bidder wins private time with their chosen partner.”
Richel hadn’t realized the cruise party was a matchmaking event for lovers.
As the bidding for her began, she desperately tried to escape the situation.
“Ten billion gold.”
A mercenary suddenly called out an absurd amount.
***
Thrown onto the bed, Richel trembled as she stared at the masked mercenary.
But the more she looked at him, the more familiar his actions seemed.
Though his low voice and crude speech were slightly different, something about him reminded her of her husband.
The masked man grabbed Richel’s ankles and spread them wide.
As he ground his hips against her, Richel twisted her body and pleaded.
“Y-you have a wife, don’t you…?”
“…”
“Think of her, please…”
The man chuckled darkly.
“That just makes me want you more.”
