Princess Rosaria is snuggling up to Xal on a big mahogany bed while wearing a revealing light pink negligee with a purple thong. The sheets are all crumpled up, with wet stains all over. Wet spots are scattered around the marble floor.

While leaning on Xal's shoulder, she tries to catch her breath and stares vacantly at the ceiling.

「I can feel it... We are both nearing our limits, aren't we?」 she mutters while her hand is slowly caressing Xal's chest.

「What are you talking about?」

「Oh come on... Don't you try and pretend to not know」 she looks at Xal disapprovingly, trying to lock eyes with him, but Xal averts her gaze.

「I've already told you not to worry about it. I'm fine, really」 he responds.

「But you're not! Stop trying to always play it off as nothing」 Rosaria pokes Xal's chest repeatedly while puffing out her cheeks. 「Even now⸺ just touching you like this... I am⸺! ❤」

Blushing heavily she gazes down towards her crotch.

Xal grins and gives her a quick glance.

「What shall we do about... this...?」 she asks, shifting her eyes from herself to him.

「Well, I do have some ideas of my own, like...」 he says before tapering off.

Rosaria lifts her head with excitement, causing the bed to creak and her long blonde hair to spring up and drop over her face and onto Xal's chest. With her hand clearing the long strands out of the way, she asks him, 「Like what? Tell me」

They exchange gazes in silence for another brief moment, before Xal lazily rolls on his side and props up his head with his hand while looking up at her.

「You won't like it but if you insist」 he says with a nonchalant expression. Taking a short pause, he reveals, 「How about another woman?」

All color seems to leave the princess' face and her excited demeanor quickly shifts to icy as she gives him a cold stare.

「What? You wanted a solution」 Xal keeps his nonchalant look, shrugs, and adds

「I'm sure even I won't be able to handl—」

「How can you even suggest something like that?!」 Rosaria shouts and leaps forward, starting a continuous onslaught of punches, pelleting his chest like bullets from a machine gun.

「Hey, hey wait, it was just a suggestion」 Xal says while trying to grab her fists.

The bed creaks and bounces as Rosaria flails her arms around, shuffling on her knees on top of his chest while Xal tries to restrain her.

Fuming, exhausted and red in the face, she gives him a final icy glare before relenting and dropping her head on the pillow next to his. She turns around quickly, away from him, and pulls most of the quilt to herself, leaving almost none for him, sniffling.

Xal scratches his belly and looks at the ceiling with a resigned face.

The bedroom falls silent with the only noises being those coming from outside. In the inky darkness, the chirping of crickets and the low hoots of owls signify the passage of midnight.

Rosaria shuffles in the bed and with a tiny, almost inaudible voice, says, 「If... if it’s just a concubine... I might be fine with it.」

Xal gets out of his daze and whips his head wide-eyed to the right and notices in surprise how she had already turned back around. She's keeping the quilt close to her face, just below her crystal green eyes which look up at him with a firm gaze. Only the top of her head is sticking out, making for quite a cute scene.

Xal studies her eyes as they keep staring at each other in silence, looking for any sign of deceit.

「... Are you sure?」 he carefully asks.

「Don't make me repeat myself.」 she mumbles, and after a short pause, she adds, 「but I do have some conditions. For one, I will be the one choosing her」

She raises her head from the pillow and props it up using her hand. Still looking at him, she flutters her eyes and asks, 「Do you have any preferences I need to look out for?」

Xal averts his eyes and scratches his head in sudden embarrassment and guilt, not being able to handle her honesty. She leans in closer, so close that he can smell her natural fragrance. He takes a whiff as if it was par for the course.

「A-a different race maybe?」 he finally mutters.

「Oh a different race, is it?」 Rosaria's green eyes light up and her eyebrows crease while she pushes her lower lip with her index finger in a gesture Xal knows - she's gone deep thought.

「Oh! How about someone from that dwarf capital we visited with Hero to augment our gear with their magic? I remember you spending an unusual amount of time there compared to the other places we visited」 she asks.

Xal chokes on his spit and his face turns a shade darker. He looks at Rosaria with stern eyes and mutters「Out of the question. I don’t want anything to do with the dwarves nor halflings again」

「Huh? Did something happen?」 she starts caressing his chest again in an attempt to calm him down.

「Bad memories… I’d rather not talk about it」 he replies with a sour look on his face.

「Fine… Then what about a beast-woman? Like from that cat-folk village we visited when we had Hero try and learn their battle roars?」 Rosaria continues.

Xal shakes his head. She attempts with a few more candidates but Xal rejects them all. Finally having enough, she puffs her cheeks in anger. 「Fine! If that’s how you want it, I‘ll find someone myself! Hmph!」 she reproaches before turning around in a swift motion to cover herself with the quilt so she can pretend to sleep.

Xal smiles helplessly, then sighs and falls back on the bed before waving his hand around lazily, casting a spell to turn off the light so he can join her.

Morning comes with light dew carrying birdsong from afar.

Xal is lying on the bed with his head propped up with his hand while watching Rosaria put on a white one-piece.

A sweet, womanly fragrance is emanating from her body, which Xal is happy to sniff in with flared nostrils. He nods approvingly as he traces how the one-piece clings tightly to her body, revealing the shape of her bra-less soft breasts and, when she turns, the indentation at her back in the middle molds the shape of her pantyless ass cheeks.

After tying her hair into a ponytail in front of a mirror, the princess heads to the kitchen and drapes an apron over her one-piece.

「Alright!」 she says and as if to prepare herself mentally, she claps herself on the face with both palms.

Walking up to the kitchen counter, she tries fixing up some breakfast for them both but quickly ends up with a burned pan.

Clenching her teeth, she starts joking to herself about how she, a woman of royal blood, Princess of the most powerful kingdom, the woman who was right then and there with the Hero in defeating the all-powerful Demon King, is continually being defeated by mere cooking.

Sighing, she reminisces about how every kind of food was always prepared to her by world-class chefs back at the palace.

Shaking her head to perish the thoughts, she internally apologizes to Xal and is thankful for never hearing any complaints from him about her bad cooking skills.

Just as she's carrying the plate with food to Xal, a knocking sound echoes from the magic-imbued front door in the hallway. She casts her eyes in the direction of the door suspiciously.

Another knock. This time louder. For a brief moment, confusion washes over her face but then, as if a ghost went through her body, she starts trembling and takes a step back, dropping the plate and letting the silverware hit the floor with a loud clang, leaving food scattered all over.

「N..no... Hero? Why?」 she shakes her head.

「Princess Rosaria! I know you're in there, open up!」 a manly voice resounds clearly through the magically soundproofed walls.

Only one person has this voice - bright, vibrant and captivating, exuding the blessing of the goddess.

She suddenly feels a touch on her ass and looks up at Xal who just walked out of their bedroom.

Her eyes shaking, she meets his gaze and asks, 「W..what.. do we do?」

Xal gives her a firm look and turns his gaze towards the front door.

「Stay here」 he commands.

Having put on a short, grey cape he took from a coathanger near the room's entrance, he walks out the front door with confident steps.