Chapter 49: Royal Court
"...Give me proof that you indeed feel safe."
A tinge of red spread through Vincent’s ears as he had a proper look at Leona’s breasts.
They had the perfect shape and he was sure he’d need both hands to cup them.
Her nipples were a healthy shade of pink and seduced him to take a nibble.
The redness on his cheeks began fading as blood rushed to the bottom.
Vincent glanced up at Leona’s bright red eyes.
"You know... I actually wanted to court you properly. Get you flowers, go on a date, hold hands, have my first kiss, and so on."
He did not know that real life did not flow like a romcom anime and a kiss did not require two seasons of development.
"Young master, if you wish to court her, then allow me to take care of you."
Anastasia’s voice made him turn around.
She was tying her hair into a long ponytail and he could see her smooth neck and everything below.
Her white nightgown was almost transparent and Vincent didn’t want to compare, but he instinctively knew her breasts were a bit bigger than Leona’s.
While he got distracted by this set of divine melons, a hand reached out.
Vincent felt a slight pressure on his crotch.
Alarmed, he looked down and saw Anastasia’s fingers gently sliding over the bulge in his pants.
"Young master, you haven’t relieved yourself in over a week and even Madam is concerned."
"Please allow me."
"W-wait—"
"Shhh."
Vincent felt softness on the back of his head.
A pair of hands cupped his face and made him tilt his head back.
Leona’s effortlessly seductive face was in his view.
"If courting me brings you joy, then please court me. But your body has its needs too and you’ve been suppressing it unnecessarily for quite some time."
She began caressing his face.
"Anastasia is already yours and cannot be courted. But it’s her desire to serve you, so please let her."
She switched to massaging his temples.
Vincent was quiet.
A few seconds passed.
"Leona."
"Hm?"
Leona tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear.
Vincent raised his hands out and held her face.
"I love you."
A flicker ran through her eyes.
Leona’s heart skipped a beat.
Vincent’s face as he said these words was...
’So precious.’
Leona’s hands changed positions and gently squished his cheeks.
"We haven’t gone on our first date for you to say this M’lord."
Vincent smiled.
"Iff doesffn’t maffer. I make tfhe rules."
Leona stopped pulling his cheeks and stared at him intently.
Now that she was seeing him clearly, he was indeed quite handsome. However, there were a few more years until he fully matured.
His cute expression poked at her dormant maternal instincts and nudged them awake.
Leona slightly leaned down.
"Do you want a kiss?"
Vincent was at a loss.
Leona looked really alluring and her rosy lips were begging to be touched.
But he still shook his head.
Leona leaned in anyway.
Chuuu...
Vincent felt a soft, wet, and warm feeling on his forehead.
’Ah... this is bliss...’
He kept his eyes closed and let the feeling linger.
As it faded, Vincent felt somewhat empty.
A few seconds later, he was unsatisfied.
He opened his and got out of Leona’s embrace, facing her directly instead.
Eyes locked into each other.
Not a single word was spoken.
Vincent held her face and leaned in, touching her lips with his.
Her ample bosom pressed against his while her hands ended up holding his face to reciprocate the kiss.
It was a sweet and slippery sensation.
Vincent couldn’t get enough of the taste and sucked on her lips.
Soon, he felt a slimy sensation intruding. He parted his mouth and Leona’s tongue coiled around his.
Vincent was in bliss.
A minute later.
"Huff... huff..."
He broke the kiss and breathed heavily.
Drool dripped from the corner of his lips.
Right as he noticed it, a handkerchief rubbed against it.
Vincent blinked and turned.
Anastasia was wiping his face with a straight face.
"..."
Leona wiped her mouth and said, "You stole my first kiss without taking me out on a date, M’lord. How perverted."
"..."
Anastasia stopped wiping his face and glanced down at the bulge in his pants.
"Shall I help you now, young master?"
"..."
Only now that he calmed down did he realize how awkward this situation was.
He quickly got out of bed lest these vixens devoured him and used his pant’s waistband to momentarily strangle his raging dragon and get a flat look.
"Freshen up and meet me at breakfast."
He waved his hand and walked inside the bath, shutting the door close.
Anastasia turned to Leona.
Leona turned to Anastasia.
Both stared at each other for a few seconds before looking at the bathroom door.
"He’ll do it today, right?"
"Most likely."
"Hope it makes him clear headed. He’ll need it."
"Indeed."
...
Midday approached but everything was dark, dull, and drenched as it kept pouring.
At the Capital’s center stood a castle with tall spires cutting through the fog.
Iron banners snapped violently in the wind while at the bottom, carriages lined up before enormous iron gates.
Water dripped from cloaks on the polished marble floor as guests arrived.
Beyond the heavy oak doors was an endless crimson carpet.
Guards in dark ceremonial armor lined the corridor while servants held lanterns in every corner despite it being midday.
Inside the Royal Court, nobles sat in ascending rows on either side, facing each other.
The King’s throne rested on an elevated platform with two smaller thrones beside it.
The seats began filling and soon, the front row was occupied too.
Dukes, Marquises, and a few Counts sat on the front rows.
A short young man in an exquisite black suit with red accents sat beside a tall lady in black dress, wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
Vincent’s expression was calm but there was a faint irritation building up from the idle chatter all around him.
Many kept glancing in his direction and it became harder to notice them.
Vivienne’s eyes were closed and her legs were crossed. She kept one hand on her lap while the other secretly held Vincent’s, reminding him that he wasn’t alone.
The conversation soon quieted as the marching of knights echoed through the high ceiling.
Wearing a golden crown and holding a black scepter, the King made his entrance.
Following right behind were the Queen and the Crown Princess.
The nobles started standing up.
Vincent was about to stand too but Vivienne’s hand held him in place, gesturing him to remain seated.
The King reached his throne and turned.
Almost immediately, he caught sight of the two seated.
The Queen, the Crown Princess, and everyone else noticed it too
The King’s gaze lingered on them for a few heartbeats before turning to the rest.
He raised his scepter.
"Begin."