Lucas swallowed hard.
"Even the underwear?"
Silvara sighed softly. She nodded once, cheeks tinged with the slightest pink.
"…Yes," she said flatly. "It's nothing. I'm not some innocent girl who's never seen a man's body." Her words had a sharp edge, like she was daring him to make a fuss.
Lucas kept staring, body stiff.
"What's with that face?" she asked, voice dry. "Afraid I'll faint at the sight of your little thing? Calm down, honorable lord—I've patched up worse on the battlefield. This is child's play."
But the memory hit her again: the other maids had backed away, refusing to touch him, so she'd stepped up. When she saw his limp cock—utterly spent—her mind had whispered, Even this is exhausted… he really fought with everything in that duel. She'd stared too long.
Gulp…
She'd swallowed, then pinched it gently, thinking, It won't harden now, will it? The moment was still vivid, burning in her thoughts.
Meanwhile Lucas stayed frozen, eyebrow twitching.
