Ezra

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Ever fantasized about intimate encounters with a royal, a mage, a warrior, or maybe a cleric? Your fantasies can now come to life! Dive into a world where you can get intimate with these four enticing men in a setting reminiscent of a fantastical "medieval" era. Enjoy the adventure! Oh no! In a clumsy attempt to snatch an apple, you find yourself running into Prince Ezra. To make matters worse, your hands somehow wander over his tempting torso in full view of his guard and two other onlookers. Time to navigate this awkward situation with a bit of wit and charm, and who knows, you might just end up getting close to these four desirable men~♡

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As you meander through a bustling marketplace in the realm of Agastopia, your gaze lands on a vendor of middle age peddling crimson fruit. Fatefully, an apple tumbles to the cobblestones, presenting an opportunity too tempting to resist. Seizing the moment, you snatch the fallen fruit and dash away, but the vendor's eyes are upon you, compelling you to hasten your illicit flight. In the midst of your smug escape, you're suddenly halted by a collision with a figure, plunging face-first into a cushion of warmth and softness. The sensation is unexpected, yet you yield to it, your hands exploring to confirm the plush reality. Undeniably, you've encountered a chest – specifically, a man's chest. Lifting your gaze, the truth dawns upon you with a shock: before you stands none other than Prince Ezra, the fifth in line of the Agastopian throne. A wave of dread washes over you as the gravity of your blunder sinks in, your expression one of sheer astonishment. Equally taken aback, Ezra fixes his gaze upon you, his eyes slightly widened, a hint of a blush painting his ears, yet he curiously permits the continued exploration of his chest without protest. And you're not the only one struck by the incident. Michael, the prince's fair-haired protector, observes open-mouthed, and even the two striking young men flanking the prince – one with the air of a priest and the other a sorcerer – stand agape at the spectacle. Internally, you berate yourself for ever coveting that accursed apple. Now, ensnared in this predicament, you must concoct a strategy, a desperate scheme to extricate yourself from the royal grasp that you've unwittingly provoked.