After leaving those words for Inan, the thief departed. There was no way anything could happen between the two of them so quickly—they would have to take things slowly.
With nothing better to do, Inan decided to head to the imperial capital for some fun. When people talk about the most exciting place in the capital, many of them mention one name: Night Joy Paradise!
This was the paradise where nobles went wild. Personally operated by Grand Duke Gold Sand, it brought in mountains of gold every night, providing him with an endless stream of wealth.
It wasn’t just some ordinary brothel—every kind of entertainment imaginable was available!
Inan also wanted to experience the splendor of the imperial capital for himself, so he prepared to visit Night Joy Paradise.
But as he was heading out, he ran into Nancy. She told him that the entry fee for Night Joy Paradise was 100,000 gold coins—instantly discouraging this broke guy!
100,000 gold coins… it wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it… but that sum was enough to do a great many things…
Even buying some luxury gifts to coax his wife would be far better than this!
Just 100,000 gold coins only granted you the right to walk through the door? Just how extravagant were those nobles?
Lord Inan, who usually threw his weight around in the Northern Frontier, had come to the imperial capital only to find he couldn’t even afford a trip to a brothel. This made both the thief and Nancy—the two women—laugh so hard that tears nearly came out…
Still, with two great beauties right there in the manor, the fact that he was still thinking about going to a pleasure house made both women quietly burn with a bit of anger.
Meanwhile, inside one of the private boxes at Night Joy Paradise…
Grand Duke Gold Sand and Grand Duke Frost Wolf were drinking fine wine. At the moment, only a group of beautiful serving girls attended to the two of them.
Ever since Fiona took the position of Prime Minister, she had begun working with Her Majesty Theresa to re-divide the cake—and that woman was ruthlessly efficient.
Normally the grand dukes stayed in their own duchies, but recently many things had happened in the capital, so several of them were now thinking about how to seize the empty seats in the council.
“I’ve brought you something good…” Grand Duke Frost Wolf took out a small bottle of potion and poured it into both of their wine glasses. “Drink this cup, and even an earthworm on the ground can turn into an iron nail on a construction site!”
Grand Duke Gold Sand’s eyes flashed with excitement. “You really married a wonderful wife… Has she developed another secret potion?”
After he spoke, the two exchanged a knowing smile and drank the wine together.
After downing the cup, Grand Duke Gold Sand seemed to let loose completely. Without any regard for decorum, he slung an arm around Frost Wolf’s shoulder and leaned close to his ear. “In a few days… how about inviting your wife to the capital? My wife has wanted to meet your wife for a long time. Then, the four of us—two couples…?”
Grand Duke Frost Wolf shook his head and directly refused Gold Sand’s invitation. With that action he made it clear he was a member of the “pure love” faction.
Seeing him shake his head, Gold Sand gave a sneer…
As a seasoned cuckold master of many years, he already understood the nature of these so-called pure love advocates!
From years of practice, he knew that pure love advocates could never defeat cuckold enthusiasts!
Because these bastards who shouted pure love slogans had no problem enjoying someone else’s wife for a bit of fun—then, after pulling up their pants, they would once again become sanctimonious, reasonable gentlemen.
Afterward they would hypocritically chant pure love slogans even louder, as if only by doing so could they drown out the guilt in their hearts…
But that was precisely the beginning of their fall.
So Grand Duke Gold Sand clapped his hands. The serving girls slowly withdrew, and soon after, a beautiful mature woman entered the box—it was none other than Grand Duke Gold Sand’s wife!
Lady Gold Sand met her husband’s gaze, and right in front of him, she threw herself directly into Grand Duke Frost Wolf’s arms!
A flash of astonishment crossed Frost Wolf’s face—he clearly hadn’t expected Gold Sand to pull this move!
He instinctively tried to push Lady Gold Sand away, but she clung to him like an octopus, her soft yet powerful body wrapping around him like a snake, making it difficult for him to break free in the moment.
With his strength, it should have been impossible for him to fail to push away such a delicate beauty!
Grand Duke Gold Sand watched the entire scene with a cold smile in his heart. He had coveted Frost Wolf’s wife for a long time and had long wanted to taste that sweet fruit.
Meanwhile, far away in the Frost Wolf territory, a noble young girl was kneeling before an elegant lady. The girl was Grand Duke Frost Wolf’s daughter, but her current attire didn’t quite match her usual image. “Stepmother…”
The blue-haired girl spoke in a low, submissive voice as she looked up at the lady before her—even though this woman was not her birth mother…
Normally, when describing a woman, it’s enough to say she has refined features and a curvaceous figure—anything more is just fluff.
But this lady was different! Why was she different? Because her appearance deserves a proper, detailed description!
First, this lady was not only Grand Duke Frost Wolf’s wife—she also held another exalted title: a princess of the royal family!
Yet she lacked the royal family’s signature golden hair; instead, she had dyed her golden locks blue… Her right eye was covered by her bangs, leaving only her left eye visible.
She also wore a thin black veil—not very large, only slightly wider than a fist—that slanted upward from her left cheek, covering the bridge of her nose and her right eye.
Her left eye’s pupil didn’t carry the royal family’s traits either—it was neither starry sky blue nor sunrise orange-red, but pink!
Moreover, her outfit was extremely revealing: the neckline plunged low, revealing a silver bell nestled in her cleavage…
And on her smooth thigh was a silver wolf tattoo, as if it were a critical hit rune embedded for Grand Duke Frost Wolf!
So if the silver wolf on her thigh was Frost Wolf’s critical hit rune… then that little silver bell was his attack speed rune!
This was a sentinel milf! Anyone who saw her wanted to possess her!
Her name was Misera—in the Isol language, it means passion and fervor!
At this moment, Misera pressed her foot against the girl’s head, stroking the blue hair beneath her sole. She spoke softly, her voice brimming with endless temptation:
“Aurelia, I already told you that in private you can call me Mommy… or Mistress… Why won’t you behave?”
Aurelia bit her lip, her eyes burning with heat. “Is it really okay… Mommy?”
The corners of Misera’s mouth curved into a meaningful smile, her gaze filled with teasing and the smug satisfaction of absolute control. She slowly crouched down, leaning close to Aurelia until her warm breath brushed the girl’s face.
“Of course it’s okay, darling. As long as you’re a good girl and obey… Mommy will give you everything you want…”