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I showed no fear, locking my eyes onto his. After a few seconds, he released his grip.

I coughed severely for a while before finally regaining my breath.

Clearing my throat, I calmly said, "I'm not threatening you. I'm just discussing conditions. I don't want my child to grow up being mocked as 'born of a sex slave'."

"I'm telling you. I haven't treated you as a sex slave," he retorted.

"It doesn't matter what you think. What matters is how others perceive it. The fact is, with what you've done to me, in anyone's eyes, you've treated me as a sex slave," I said.

"All right then. State your conditions," he sighed, lying back in his seat.

This round, I won.

Unable to contain my joy, my lips curled up.

"Thank you for your generosity. I suggest we establish a few rules. First, you can't restrict my freedom for any unjustified reasons anymore. Second, please take back your words about my lack of qualifications as Luna Queen. Don't make me a slave. Whether or not I prove myself is my probl