Bright silver hair sprawled across the pillow, her delicate, soft little legs still tightly wrapped around him.

The warm golden sunlight, filtering through the sea’s surface, bathed her, transforming her into a jade-like beauty. Her skin was radiant, shimmering with a lustrous glow.

Contemplating the adorable girl in his arms, who now belonged to him completely, Byron couldn’t help but let a gentle, somewhat foolish smile creep onto his lips.

If it weren’t for Hightins’ throne still waiting to be reclaimed, this would be the pinnacle of life.

He wanted to kiss her again but worried about waking her, so he forcefully suppressed the urge.

Last night, Violet, after her initial bout of flustered anger, ultimately wasn’t so cruel as to continue tormenting him with the terrifying weight of her Whale Girl form.

With just the move "Whale Press," she subdued him and then reverted to her charming, lovable human form.

Then, like spring’s arrival ushering in new life, things progressed naturally.

But the Bayfolk Princess Your Highness was obviously very strong-willed.

She had tried all her forms—human, Night Demon, Tentacle Girl, Whale Girl—and aside from her helpless Whale Girl form, she was on top most of the time.

Byron was tired from the exertion, but Violet had worked even harder. Last night almost broke her.

Of course, armed with the Prince of Night Demons’ perfect physique, he didn’t end up in the pitiful state of "EEK... GASP... GASP..." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Just as the [Nautical Logbook] described during his ritual of bloodline ascension, the "Blood Feast Holy Grail," he had already matured into a real workhorse.

His skills, endurance, and Recovery Power had long surpassed human limits, far beyond the "Supernatural Endurance" that the glorified meat shields of the Ladder of Glory were awarded.

Even one round a day, lasting a whole day, wouldn’t be a problem.

If Violet hadn’t essentially been a Witch, he might not even have been able to fully enjoy himself.

Had he been with ordinary, delicate girls, he would have needed enough of them to fill this large bed.

Lying there for a while longer, Byron sensed the changes in his body stimulated by the girl’s plump figure. If they didn’t separate soon, they might as well give up on doing anything else for the day, he thought.

So he quietly initiated "Whistling Deity’s Descent."

With the extraordinary characteristic that had shone so brilliantly when dealing with the Little Witch last night: "Big or small, short or long, soft or hard, gentle or firm," he carefully extricated himself from the girl’s clutches.

He sat up, just as he was about to get out of bed.

SPLASH!

Behind him, Violet lifted a small, luminous, adorably cool foot shaped like a crescent moon and softly placed it on his broad, muscular back.

Rubbing her eyes, she said with extreme languor,

"Byron, good morning. What time is it? Are you getting up already?"

Perhaps due to overuse the previous night, her sweet voice was still somewhat hoarse, but it was all the more alluring, like a cat’s purr.

Since they were in the Deep Sea with no one around but fish, even screaming wouldn’t disturb anyone.

This pair of inherently lawless master thieves had indeed been playing with reckless abandon.

Seeing that he had accidentally awoken the girl, Byron reached back, grabbed her foot that was resting on his back, and chuckled as he tickled the moonlit-pale sole.

"Good morning, Miss. The sun’s already shining on your butt. If we don’t get back soon, Jacqueline and the others won’t be able to find us and might just come storming over."

Violet’s extremely sensitive body twitched, and she almost melted on the spot.

Enduring the itch in her sole, she half-opened one eye to give him a sidelong glance with her watery blue eyes, then closed them again to continue feigning sleep, pursing her lips slightly.

"The Princess can’t wake up. She needs the Prince’s kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high before she can get out of bed."

Probably due to a lack of paternal love since childhood, the girl of noble birth, despite being older, loved to act cute and coy in front of Byron, who was three years her junior.

Especially now that they were open with each other and knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses intimately, this trait became even more pronounced, as if compensating for a void from her childhood.

Byron, having lived two lifetimes, was psychologically much more mature than his appearance suggested and deeply enjoyed this intimacy of being needed and adored.

Gently leaning forward, he kissed her from her glowing pink lips, down her collarbone, belly button... all the way to her toes, leaving a trail of rosy strawberry marks on her flawless skin.

Seeing Violet attempt to shyly burrow back under the covers like an embarrassed caterpillar, he quickly flipped her over, wrapping her entirely in his arms, and planted them all over her flawless back, waist, and hips.

Whispering into her ear, he said softly, "Her Royal Highness the Princess, please get up."

His hot breath made Violet a bit fearful. She knew it was time to stop the teasing.

If Byron’s wild side took over, her only rescuer, Catherine, was far away at the International Port. Nobody could save her life.

"Geez, I’m up, I’m up."

"Really, getting me all slobbery first thing in the morning."

The girl stretched grandly, once again revealing her boundless beauty to Byron.

Though she complained with her words, her eyes curved into crescents with her smile, her face was radiant, and her entire being, from the silver tips of her hair down to her toes, radiated a dazzling brilliance.

She clearly reveled in the sensation of being sincerely cherished.

SNAP!

Throwing off the covers, she jumped boldly out of the waterbed. With a snap of her fingers, she summoned a warm sphere of water and, giggling, pulled Byron to join her.

During their daily shower ritual, despite Violet being somewhat exhausted from their playful dalliance, she couldn’t help but cling to Byron for another round.