Positioning his hand carefully, Orion lightly grasped a portion of her thigh and began to move his hand up and down gently, creating friction to generate some warmth between her inner thighs.

He watched as her legs shifted slightly, making it seem like she was trying to reposition his hand as if she had no idea what she was doing.

'What the heck?' Orion thought. The first time he had experimented with Aunt Greta, at least he had some idea of what he was doing.

However, trying the same thing with an unfamiliar race, one that appeared to have a different kind of culture and possibly sexual orientation, judging by the way some women here intentionally exposed their panties, he knew he was venturing into uncharted territory.

But was that going to stop him?

No, it wasn't! A pussy, regardless of its variety, was still a pussy.

Orion ceased generating heat from the friction between her thighs and began to draw it closer to her light blue panties. As his palm made contact with the fabric of her panties, he sensed her reaction as she suddenly paused her movements.

However, her leg suddenly tensed as she crossed one leg over the other. Observing her reaction, Orion didn't hesitate any longer and boldly slid his hand into her panties. "Ah~~" A small gasp escaped Valeria's lips, causing her to finally turn her head toward Orion as she noticed that the young man was actually going to insert his hand into her panties.

'How bold,' she thought. Wearing panties was a symbol of her status and affluence, and even if he didn't know that, considering their societies might be different due to their separate backgrounds, it would still be an insult for her to allow a stranger, someone whose identity they hadn't even yet learned, to explore her intimate regions with their fingers.

"What do you think you're trying to do?" She asked, her frown deepening as she narrowed her eyes at him. Despite being the one who had led him on, she had assumed that he would blush and withdraw his hands from her thighs after a moment.

Who would have thought that the young man possessed enough courage to touch her panties, let alone sneak his hands into them?

'Preposterous,' she thought internally, watching him being dumbfounded by her question.

She wanted to open her mouth and question why he was attempting to insert his hand into her panties, but the door suddenly swung open, causing her to quickly uncross her legs as she turned her head toward the door to see who it was.

Seeing that it was Madam Seraphina and Mrs. Marisela, Valeria immediately stood up from the edge of the bed, trying to make it appear as though nothing unusual had been going on.

Meanwhile, Orion couldn't help but steal a glance at the woman whose light blue panties were wedged between her cheeks as she turned her back to him before redirecting his attention to the two women who had just entered the room.

He struggled to keep his brows from twitching together, thinking, 'What the hell is going on?' as he felt his hardened excitement wane after Valeria's question. With a disappointed sigh, Orion also rose to his feet to face the women.

Madam Seraphina and Mrs Marisela, unaware of the previous events, didn't suspect anything amiss.

They immediately focused on the main reason for their presence. "We have spoken to the queen, as the king is currently occupied," Madam Seraphina began, addressing Orion, shaking her head as she continued, "She has refused to grant you permission to leave this room, even in an attempt to save your friend, unless you are ready to reveal everything about yourselveswhere you come from and how you got here."

Madam Seraphina added, "And unless you are prepared to do so right now, then follow me. The Queen has ordered me to escort you to her personally if you are willing."

As Madam Seraphina's words trailed off, Orion couldn't help but instinctively rub his brows with his fingers, deep in thought about his current predicament. It seemed that his lies had only worked temporarily, piquing the Queen's curiosity even more.

'Well, it can't be helped,' Orion thought as he exhaled deeply and calmly rose from his seat on the bed. After his experience with the hot Prismerian woman beside him, who was still pretending to be oblivious to what had just occurred, Orion decided it might be time to provide some information in return.

Perhaps, by doing so, he could gain insight into the situation and understand what he had nearly stumbled into.

Also, it seemed he would be staying in this place for a while, so some cooperation might be in his best interest.

Nodding his head in understanding, Orion locked eyes with the woman in the daring slit gown and said, "Alright, I will meet with the Queen and tell her everything I know."

.....

"Princess Crystalia, what are you doing?" Flintor exclaimed, his eyes wide with concern as he watched the princess create a long piece of cloth with her gem and begin to climb out of her room through the window.

She had tied the cloth to one of the stone pillars nearby. From their vantage point, high above the city, Flintor couldn't help but gulp at the thought of what would happen if she were to fall from this perilous height.

"Princess Crystalia, please come back up, or else you are going to put both of us in trouble!" Flintor begged loudly, his voice filled with anxiety, as he watched her descend further and further away from him.

Meanwhile, hearing the frantic voice of her personal guard, Princess Crystalia looked up and shouted, "Stop screaming, okay? Unless you want someone to see what we are doing, then we will really be in trouble!!" As she finished speaking, she observed him quickly covering his mouth with his hand, causing her to hasten her descent and slip into one of the nearby windows.

"Crash!!," Princess Crystalia's foot slammed into the windowsill. She quickly squeezed her way through the window, pulling her body through as swiftly as possible.

She had to make a fast exit in case someone had heard the noise and was on their way to investigate.