It wasn't until the pitch-black night covered the sky that Alex finally decided to leave the bar and go back to his home.

Of course, he was a smart man. Having known the very bad sides of drinking alcohol he chose not to drink anything toxic. He was disciplined. Instead, he ordered the exact same thing the Princess ordered.

He drank apple juice mixed with soda! It made him look sophisticated, just like royalty.

He had spent the whole night making Juliana nothing but a huge laughing stock. Everyone laughed at her face. She was totally humiliated! And of course, she was not happy about it.

She cursed at him with bad words. She pointed a shaking finger at him and told him she will definitely get back at him one day. That was a solemn promise she made with fire in her eyes.

'Heh. Let her try. She is too stupid to beat me.'

And not to mention, just like he had thought with his genius brain, the guys were planning something big. They were going to exterminate those stupid Milk Terrorists! And they needed to do that as fast as they possibly could.

They had to rush. Why? Because it wasn't just them who wanted to be heroes. Oh no. There were many other people who wanted the glory of defeating these Milk Terrorists.

Since this was a very serious matter that was aired on the news and everyone in the kingdom knew about it, it was only a matter of time.

It was a ticking clock. Soon, some powerful people—like high-ranking knights or other guild members—would come in and swoop in to take the glory away from them. They would steal the spotlight.

And obviously, Alex couldn't care less about the glory and fame and all that useless stuff. Who cares about being a hero? Not him. All he needed was his money. He needed his cold, hard cash!

'My two million crowns! That is my money!'

He clenched his fists as he walked. No matter what happened, he decided he will talk to these Milk goons. He will find them, he will beat them up if necessary, and he will get his money back.

That was a promise to himself. A promise worth two million crowns.

With that determined thought in his mind, he walked straight to his house.

...

Ding Dong~ Ding Dong~

The loud sound of the doorbell rang through the house twice. And just like last night, it was Violet who rushed to the front and opened the door.

However, unlike last night, she was not wearing that sexy, revealing satin nightie. No, no. She was now wearing a proper nightgown.

A very proper one. It was a long gown that went all the way down until her ankle. It covered everything.

She had, of course, made very sure she looked modest. She wanted to look like a saint rather than looking tempting or sexy.

'I hope this dress doesn't make him check me out. Please, God, let this dress be boring enough.'

Violet prayed this prayer desperately inside her mind. In her mind, she had convinced herself that it was the clothes' fault.

She was blaming her dressing style for all of the crazy things that happened between him and her recently. It was the dress that caused the checkout.

It was the dress that caused the blatant nakedness of him. And the... and the kiss from this morning...

It was all a fever dream. It felt like a hallucination.

Her cheeks became bright red like apples as she thought about this morning. The memory hit her like a truck.

She had came! She literally, actually came! She fucking reached a climax just from a kiss!!

How the hell was that even possible physically? She never even came in her entire life like that, and yet, she came from a simple kiss. It was mind-blowing.

She clutched her hand tightly over her chest. She could feel her heart beating fast.

'I am a mess,' she thought sadly. 'I am a total mess. And I am a huge disappointment as a mother.'

...

Alex stood there on the porch. He looked at her. He looked at the dress.

'Oh? What is this?' Alex thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. 'She is trying to hide the goods? She is trying to seal away the treasure? She thinks a piece of cloth can stop my eyes?'

He smirked. He actually found it kind of funny. It was cute how hard she was trying to be a "good mother" and a "holy saint" after what happened this morning.

"Hey, Mommy," Alex said, his voice smooth like butter. "You look... very warm tonight. Very covered up."

Violet flinched a little bit. She looked down at her feet instantly.

"Y-yes. It is a bit chilly tonight. The wind is cold. So I decided to wear something thick. To protect myself from the... cold."

'Liar!' she screamed inside her head. 'I am wearing this to protect myself from YOU! From your eyes!'

Alex chuckled and stepped inside the house. Thud. Thud. He walked past her. He made sure to walk very close to her so she could smell his manly scent.

"I see," Alex said, turning around to face her as she closed the door. "Well, I am the opposite. I am feeling very hot right now. I am burning up. I had a very long day, Violet. It was long, and it was hard. It was so hard."

He emphasized the word "hard" very clearly. He looked right into her eyes when he said it.

Violet's heart skipped a beat. Ba-dump. She froze. She knew! She instantly knew what he meant! He wasn't talking about his work! He was talking about something else!

'Oh my god! He is talking about his... down there! He is saying he is hard!'

Her face turned pink. She tried her absolute best to act like she didn't understand. She tried to act like an innocent woman who knows nothing about "hard" things.

"O-oh," she stuttered. "Work can be tiring. I am sure the... the quests were difficult for you."

"They were," Alex nodded, walking closer. "And now I am starving. I am absolutely hungry. I need something to eat. I need something delicious, soft, and warm to fill my empty stomach. Do you have anything... tasty for me to eat, Mommy?"

He licked his lips. It was a very subtle lick, but Violet saw it!

Violet felt her knees getting weak. 'He is talking about eating me! He wants to eat me! He wants to fill his stomach with... wait, that metaphor doesn't work, but I know what he means! He wants sex!'

She grabbed the fabric of her dress nervously.

"T-there is stew," she said, looking at the wall. "I made chicken stew. It is... it is in the pot. It is warm."

"Stew?" Alex grinned. "I love stew. I love things that are juicy and wet. I can't wait to taste it. I bet it tastes just like you... I mean, just like your cooking usually does. Delicious and mature."

Violet felt like steam was going to come out of her ears. He said it! He basically said it! "Juicy and wet"? "Mature"? She bit her lip. She had to pretend! She had to be strong!

"I... I will go heat it up for you," she whispered, turning around quickly to run to the kitchen. "Please sit down."

'Run, Violet! Run away before you melt!'

Alex watched her running away. He saw her hips swaying even under that thick dress.

'He he he. Too easy. She totally understood every single word. She is so lewd.'

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