The Down-and-Out Little Prince Was Taken in by a Mad Dog

The first time they met, the pampered Crown Prince Cyril stood in the stands, looking down at the rugby match in full swing. He frowned in disgust. "Barbaric. Filthy."

Leon, a top rugby player and team captain worth billions, narrowed his blue-green eyes at the stands. Hearing those words, he pressed a sharp canine tooth against his cheek.

During the players' greeting, Prince Cyril wore white silk gloves. The players considered it the highest honor to gently take the prince's fingertips. But when Leon stepped forward, the lion-like man wrapped his broad hand around the prince's slender one, holding it completely in his grasp. "Thank you for your favor, Your Highness."

Cyril cursed him inwardly: Barbaric peasant.

The second time they met, the Crown Prince had been framed and declared dead, and was wandering the streets. Leon drove by in his luxury car. He knew his chance had come: his only opportunity to pull the pure, radiant moon into his arms. The pale, fragile prince was still as sharp-tongued as ever. "A rabid dog that bites everyone."

But Leon only wanted to kiss those wicked, sweet lips. "A drenched prince and a rabid dog. We make a perfect match, don't we?"

Later, after Cyril regained his identity, he planted his foot on the dog's shoulder. Beneath his silk shirt, his belly bulged. "You filthy beast, what exactly did you put in my stomach?"

Height difference, size difference, pregnancy later on, both sexually inexperienced.

Theme: With passion in your heart, even the stars can be within reach.