>> A wafting flowery scent allure my nostrils. It’s like a meadow field mixed with a morning dew.

My body feels warm; a soft sensation pressing through my chest. I feel that, though the bed I’m lying down is big enough for me, there’s something pressing, causing the narrowness of this place.

What is it? Is something lying beside me? How long did I sleep? Did I fell asleep while crying? Huh. Yeah, right... I just remembered all the distant memories I’ve had since I was on Earth last night.

I heard a rustling sound beside me, and a soft moan. What? Just as the sunbeam hitting my eyelids from the open window, I slowly open my eyes.

The weather is clear; morning sunshine lure through the windowpane in between the slightly moved curtains. From my side is a blonde hue glimmering; pair of horns attached to it.

“Hmmm?” I grunt. Another rustle and soft moan left. Faint grasp hold onto my shirt. My eyes perfectly wide open and sees the glimpse of a beautiful woman sleeping beside me.

Her sleeping face entice stillness. Her small lips glimmer in rosy hue, and long eyelashes makes her pretty. Her smooth, pearl-white skin bathed on the sunny morning.

And that’s the time I realized: “W—woah!"

I quickly raised up from the bed and sees the full view of defenseless young woman sleeping peacefully.

“Wha—what the—!?”

What’s the Queen doing here?! And, she’s totally defenseless...?! Her curve was impeccably seen. Those plump and big breasts of hers shown through the satin dress.

Her collar carved and is very alluring, as well as her slender neck.

“Hmmm...” Astarte, who lays down on the side of my bed groaned as she slowly opens her eyes. Getting up, she yawns like there’s nothing wrong at all.

Her hair’s a total mess. The strap of her dress slips off from her shoulder and her eyes were still drooped.

“Uh... uhm, Your Highness...?”

Just as she heard my voice, Astarte tilts her head sideways. “Good morning, Justine.” Though her eyes still droopy, her lips formed a sweet smile.

“Huh?” I grunt out. What’s this supposed to mean? She then crawled forward all fours to me, hanging her dress as it drooped down showing those healthy busts underneath.

Oh, damn! She’s carefree and sloppy; I can’t stand this! My eyes quickly avert from that dangerous view and look at her directly in the eyes.

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“...Uh, Your Highness-—"

Astarte drags me off and lay me back down the bed as she mounts on top. “Where’s my greeting of good morning?” she asked, holding both of my shoulders.

Hey, hey, hey! This isn’t good. My thing down there might rise up if this continues. “Uh, Your Highness—-"

“Astarte. Call me by my name when we’re alone.”

Astarte locked her eyes, as her crotch pressed down on mine. Hey!

“Eh?! I—I can’t! I mean, you’re the Queen so—"

“I am your Queen, so calling me by my name should be good. Is that no?”

I gulped out of nervousness. This is bad. Her sloven looks makes her look alluring. She has a nice tone of body, and those ample pair of big breasts of hers carved on the satin dress.

“May I ask what are you doing here?” I utter. My sense of reason shouldn’t lose right now. For the meantime I need to ask question to divert the dirty thoughts pestering in my mind.

“Huh? We’re lovers, no? I mean, sleeping with the one you love is common, so... I came to sleep with you.”

“Huh?”

Astarte giggles and leaned towards me. Her arms wrapped over my neck as she snuggles down my chest.

“Your—Your Highness—"

“I feel comfy when you’re around. Your smell makes me calm, and your warmth makes my heart feel warm.”

Those gentle, yet sweet words nurtured in my ear. I can’t move freely due to her hug, and those ample breasts of hers are pressing thoroughly in my chest.

“Uh... Uhm, Your Highness—”

“Astarte.” Astarte raised her body up, showing the jiggling breasts of hers underneath through my eyes.

Crap! My thing’s going hard! No, son! Stay calm. Stay calm. She then faces me once more. “Call me Astarte.” She adamantly demanded.

How should I suppose to call her that if we’re not really that close?! And she’s the Queen. “Uhm, for now... should you please get off me? You see, this is bad.”

“Hmmm? I don’t see any bad about this. We’re lovers now, so doing this kind is normal.”

For a sense yes, but not for me. We’re not that close enough to be intimate like this! And besides, I told a lie to you!

“Ye—yeah, in a sense you have a point. But...”

I grunt out. Astarte quizzically looks at me as I avert my eyes off of her. I can’t look at her right now. Because if I do, there’s no way I can control myself.

And my thing down there starts to feel the good sensation. It starts to rise up. “I feel something hard down there.”

“Huh?!” I grunt and look at her. She snickers at me and cups my face with her hands. Without hesitation, she leaned towards me and gives me a kiss.

Her wet and soft lips, as well as her warm breath entangles all over me.

This is frustrating and kind of arousing at the same time. Her body weight couldn’t handle my strength to push her off even if I want to.

My thing rises perfectly and hits her crotch. Astarte then let go from the kiss with our entwined saliva left at the tip of our lips as she gazes at me with fancy.

“Do you like that?” she asked me.

“Huh?”

“My good morning kiss; I want to do this with you every day.”

I faintly felt her hips start straddle atop my crotch. I don’t know if she does this consciously or not.

Yet, I know this is bad. “Hnmmm... Justine...” she softly moans. I knew it, she starts rubbing her crotch on mine. My thing down there is also at its peak, poking thoroughly hers.

“Hey! Get off me please! Your Highness!” I grunt out and with my strength, I pushes her off of me. However, she grabbed my arms, causing her to lay down as I go on top.

What the—?! This isn’t some setting in a Hentai!

Her blonde hair spreads throughout the bed. Both our eyes locked at each other while she still grabbed my arms. “...Uh... I—I will get off—"

The moment I tried to slip off, Astarte gripped tightly in my arm. “Don’t go.”

Those words slipped out of her mouth. My heart throbs fast as I heard it. Astarte grabs my left hand and puts it on her chest. The softness and warmth engulfed on my palm.

Her face blushes as she moans softly. “Do you feel it? My heart racing right now when I’m looking at you. You’re the only one who makes my heart thumps like crazy.”

Though hoarse, I can sense her enticement on those words. “I really am happy to know that you feel the same way I do.”

That made me petrified. “You feel the same way I do…”

No. I’m not. I can’t let this lie go any further. I need to tell her that I just said it on a whim.

That I never meant to tell those words to make her feel happy. I want to say sorry about what it. I don’t want her to cling on a false hope I give.

“Justine...?” she calls out to me.

“Astarte.” I quickly responded. “Yes?” she mumbled.

This is my chance. Though I know we’re both in dire situation, wherein, one of us might be lose the senses and follow the primal instincts of our inner urge.

“You know, I—”

Before I proceed, a loud slam from the door heard. “Your Highness—!”

Standing from there is a familiar servant showing exasperation and exhaustion on her looks. Both of us got petrified the moment we heard that voice.

Beside her is a guy wearing a full plate armor, showing good looks of a beautiful man. Both they got flabbergast as they saw us.

“Your—your Highness?”

Abigor stuttered out.

“Hey, Abigor. Good morning.” Astarte sweetly greets her servant. I didn’t say anything, but there’s something my guts are telling right now.

I am totally sure in haywire.