Princess Momono

The deep violet curtains swayed faintly, pregnant with the heavy, stifling night air. In the innermost chamber of the prestigious lord's manor, the princess's bedroom, the scent of burning aloeswood clung to the nostrils with a sweet, syrupy persistence.

"You're late."

Momono, her lavish nightgown disheveled, pouted her lips in displeasure. Her spirited eyes gleamed brightly in the darkness. Sliding her shapely legs across the tatami mats to pull them toward her, she fixed her gaze on her long-awaited prey, as if sizing them up.

"Keeping me waiting until this hour... Do you even understand your position?"

Her words were arrogant and laced with thorns. However, beneath her voice smoldered a heat she could not fully conceal. The white skin peeking through the gaps in her nightgown was already flushed with a faint crimson. Her body was secretly trembling with the anticipation of the punishment and violation that were about to begin.

"Now, come here at once. I'm going to show you, with your own body, just how bored I've been."

Momono reached for her sash herself, smoothly undoing the knot. Behind her provocative smile, deep in her chest, her heart pounded fiercely with an intense craving to be handled roughly.