Kiss the Stranger

I was dazed for a moment. Had it not been for Asgail’s lingering pheromone scent in the room, I might have thought it all a dream. I blinked, frowning at my own reflection as I touched my cheek. I felt the wet stickiness of partly dried cum mixed with crusted residue—a foreign sensation. As my hand brushed over my cheek, I came fully awake, and then my face burned with shame.
What had I done?
I couldn’t believe I’d shown myself so disgracefully. Asgail had never demanded I spread myself open—yet I had done it willingly.
The urge to flee from my own shame overwhelmed me. I covered my face with both hands and stifled a scream. Still, even as my body burned, a whisper of pride echoed in my mind:
Asgail was aroused by me…
His fluid, so tangible on my skin, proved it. Neither of us had been in our right minds.
And when he told me to wait in his bed, he’d meant it.
I blinked beneath my hands, then let them fall away. The empty room came into view. Anxiety still clenched my heart, but another thought took hold: I must obey his order. Unsure whether it was hope or rationalization, I crept to my feet—only to recall my disheveled state.
My clothes hung askew; my body was splattered with cum and heady pheromones. If anyone saw me, they’d whisper that the Crown Prince had been enthralled by a lewd omega. Panicking at the thought of rumors reaching Asgail, I sank back onto the bed. Before dressing, I seized a napkin from the meal tray and fetched the basin of water.
I shoved the stiff cloth into the bowl until it was soaked, then cleaned my face. I shook out my hair and meticulously wiped every visible trace away. I had no mirror, but I did my best. Finally, I examined my body for any remaining stickiness and washed it off. Midway, I ate one more piece of bread—stale but still tasty.
At last prepared, I opened the door cautiously. The hallway’s servants glanced my way, peering past my head into the room. Embarrassed, I mumbled:
“Thank you for the meal. It was delicious…”
Of course, they ignored me as if I weren’t there. I hurried down the corridor, the evening darkness already settled. I remembered Princess Najima—Asgail had said he would tell her, but perhaps I should apologize in person?
No—it was too late. I didn’t know the exact hour, but visiting her now seemed impolite.
I’ll greet her tomorrow.
Resolved, I stepped forward, feeling unexpectedly light. A thrill of excitement flickered, but I forced myself to walk calmly. The breeze between the rounded columns smelled fresh, mingled with flower fragrances, and my footsteps felt as if they barely touched the ground. Before, seeing him made me tremble with fear—now I felt none of it.
Could it be… my memories are returning?
My heart felt ready to burst. Even a single memory—Kamar, how much we loved each other—would make me so happy my heart might explode.
Stopping before the Crown Prince’s door, I swallowed nervously. I clasped my hands and took a deep breath, then addressed the guards stationed there.

“E-excuse me… His Highness commanded me to wait in his room…”
My voice quivered with tension, betraying my excitement. The guards stared at me in disbelief, as if they’d never heard such nonsense. My heart sank.
What if I’m imagining things?
Anxiety washed over me. Just moments ago I’d been full of hope, and now I was deflated. I hovered awkwardly as one guard spoke.
“I’ll go and confirm. Wait here.”
He looked irritated, clearly bothered by the interruption. He added a warning as he turned to leave.
“If you’re lying that you were summoned by His Highness, you’ll be punished severely, understand?”
“Y-yes, sir…”
I stammered. The guard shot me a final wary glance before striding down the corridor. I remained with the other guard, fidgeting and looking down. I sensed someone’s gaze on me and glanced up: the remaining guard was openly inspecting my body. I shifted uncomfortably, but he continued staring, as though he planned to grope me. A shiver of disgust ran through me.
This is awful…
Maybe I’m imagining it. I risked another look—he was staring at my buttocks. Should I hide behind one of the columns until that guard returns? I gauged the distance but before I could move, I felt a light brush against my hip.
“…?”
I swallowed and turned—startled to find the guard standing improbably close. His thin eyes narrowed at my surprise. He said:
“Stand with your back to the wall.”
“W-what?”
I blurted the question, and he grinned.
“Before I serve His Highness, I need to inspect you. Make sure you’re not hiding weapons in your clothes, that you’re properly clean—that sort of thing.”
Had this ever happened before? I blinked in disbelief.
“Just now?”
“Of course. There’ve been near-poisonings intended for His Highness.”
It sounded absurd, yet, in a way, sensible—a precaution you’d take with someone protecting a prince. Still, here and now, so suddenly…
I stepped back involuntarily and stammered:
“M-maybe when someone else arrives, I can… be checked then?”
His eyes turned menacing. I flinched as ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) he barked:
“Are you hiding something? If you weren’t, why refuse? Get back here! Face the wall—now!”
He shoved my shoulder so hard I nearly fell. I staggered, then turned and pressed myself against the wall. I felt his gaze sweep over me again, and I tensed, uncertain what would happen next—when suddenly he grabbed my buttocks.
“…Hik!”
I gasped, the contact tearing a cry from me. He ignored my reaction, grasping both cheeks and kneading them as he said:
“It’s not enough. Take off your pants.”
“W-what?”
I nearly turned around to protest, but he roared:
“Off! Now!”
Terrified of further violence, I fumbled with my waistband. My shaking fingers delayed me, and he yelled:
“Move it, you fool!”
“I’m sorry…”
I apologized and finally undid the button and zipper. My pants slid down to mid-thigh, and before I could react, he yanked my underwear down as well.
“…!”
This time I couldn’t even scream. I clamped my hand over my mouth and closed my eyes, humiliated beyond words. I felt his breath against my bare sex, and when he spoke, it was a whisper.
“You have such pretty legs.”
He slipped his hand between my thighs. I froze, breathless. Undisturbed by my shock, he caressed the inner skin of my thighs with his coarse, hairy hand. My body trembled in fear as he continued:
“You omegas all pretend to know nothing. Look—there are traces here, right? You must crave it so badly you can’t live without it. It’s not even dry yet—who came on you? Tell me honestly, or I’ll give your ass a proper beating.”
He seemed triumphant at finding a spot I’d missed wiping. Even the threat of a beating froze me. My mind went blank and my mouth dry. I had to say something. As my lips parted to name the Crown Prince, a cold voice cut through the guard’s taunts.
“It was I—unless that omega dallied with someone else in the meantime.”
I snapped my eyes open. No longer could I deny who had spoken. Turning around without hesitation, I saw him standing there—exactly the man I’d been waiting for.
Asgail.
Tears welled in my eyes.