It is important to satisfy not only the body but also the mind

Chapter 12.2

After finishing the fellatio, she finishes washing her body and finally gets into the bathtub.

Not only physical well-being but also mental fulfillment is important. I feel that the emphasis was more on the affair with Leon than on enjoying the hot springs.

No, it was Leon who manipulated things behind the scenes, so it's not her fault. It shouldn't be her fault.

I sink into the hot water up to my shoulders and stretch out my arms and legs. I can feel the warmth of the water gradually relieving the tension in my muscles.

Through the large window of the bathtub, I can see the Bartfault territory.

Although it is still sparsely populated now, as it develops, more houses and lights will surely appear.

This is one of the aspects I paid special attention to during the construction of this lodging facility.

"It’s quite something that the Bartfault family can now own a hot spring. Not too long ago, the head of the family was struggling to make ends meet. It feels like a lie."

"You've been through a lot, so indulging a bit won't bring bad luck."

"Well, the extent of indulgence I can think of isn't much, though."

"Is it dragging your fiancée into the bath by force?"

"The highest authority in the Bartfault territory is me. I am the law."

"Don't misuse your lordly authority for such foolish things, you corrupt lord."

I splash water on Leon's face as he banters. This light-hearted exchange fills my heart with joy.

"I think it would attract more guests if the facility were grander. Like, with large, golden statues and fountains, similar to a royal palace."

"What kind of bathhouse is that? It’s too tasteless."

"Aren’t royal and high noble baths like that?"

"Using the finest materials for necessary items is the norm. The higher the nobility, the more particular they are about where to spend money."

"Is that so?"

"Well, sometimes they prepare such things separately to showcase their wealth to visitors from other countries and other nobles."

"So, they do exist."

In that sense, this lodging facility can still be considered under development. It will likely transform along with the future development of the Bartfault territory.

"It may not be much for a duke’s daughter, but it’s the best indulgence I can offer right now. I’d be happy if it pleases you, Angie."

"I am no longer a duke’s daughter."

"What?"

"Don’t you understand? I will soon be not the daughter of Duke Redgrave but the wife of Viscount Bartfault."

For a few moments, Leon looks dumbfounded.

When he finally understands the meaning of the words, his face turns redder than when he entered the hot water. Seeing his expression, I can’t help but smile.

'Ah, indeed, I love Leon.'

Acknowledging my feelings brings a warm sensation to my chest. This feeling was my sense of being alive.

Leon’s hand, having gotten out of the bath, beckons me.

Filled with great joy and a little desire, I approach Leon.

As I lean against him, he slowly embraces me from behind. The firmness of his well-trained body against my back feels reassuring.

"I'm sorry, Angie."

"Why suddenly?"

Leon tightens his arms around me and apologizes.

"I've caused you a lot of hardship and will probably cause you even more in the future."

"Yes."

"Even so, I want you to stay by my side. Not just for the territory management for me ; I need you, Angie."

"I understand."

"You could have been happier marrying someone else, rather than a country, poor, upstart noble like me. You must have hated being engaged to me for the sake of the family."

"That’s not true."

Indeed, my initial encounter with Leon was politically motivated.

My father and brother never expected this engagement to work out from the beginning.

But I chose to stay in the Bartfault territory of my own will.

From the moment I was born, my life had always been shaped to suit someone else's convenience.

As a piece in court politics for the duke's house.

As a necessary future queen for the royal family to maintain the nation's stability.

As a convenient representative for those who wanted to gain favor.

As an easy-to-understand villainess for those who opposed me.

I was just a character in a play, faithfully fulfilling the role given to me.

Once my role ended, I would disappear from the stage without anyone ever looking back—a puppet marionette.

I probably never truly lived in the real sense until now.

I didn’t know the value of life, my own foolishness, the dignity of supporting others, the joy of being loved, or the happiness of loving someone.

I learned all of this after coming to the Bartfault territory.

I finally became human.

"Thank you, Leon, for loving me."

With that, we kissed.

My precious person, my dearest , my reason for breathing.

Leon needs me.

That fact alone made me so happy that it brought tears to my eyes.

"By the way, Leon."

"What is it, Angie?"

"Something hard has been pressing against my butt for a while now."

"..."

"Your kisses have been unusually passionate and your tongue keeps intertwining."

"Well, I got caught up in the moment."

"And stop touching my breasts so casually."

"It wasn't intentional."

The sweet atmosphere from earlier dissipated and turned lascivious.

This should end with a "The loving couple kissed happily ever after," right?

Despite thinking that, my body was reacting in the opposite way.

The desire that had been dormant, like embers, was awakening under Leon's caresses.

Being needed by Leon made me happy. Being loved made me happy.

But that didn't mean I could accept Leon's unrestrained lust and my body's susceptibility to desire.

Though I thought that, the most lascivious part of my lower abdomen kept heating up.

However, it was frustrating that while Leon touched me, he didn't intend to take it further.

"So, aren't you planning to ravage me tonight?"

It was an incredibly indecent question, but I wanted Leon that much.

To me now, being touched and held by Leon was the ultimate pleasure.

What would happen if we made love in this situation?

Just the vulgar imagination made my lower parts wet.

"Mother told me to 'take care of Angelica. Unlike men, women have a hard time afterward.' She was really worried when you kept sleeping after we returned."

As an experienced mother of many children, the baroness's words carried weight. Indeed, I was exhausted after last night's affair.

At the same time, I felt a bit resentful that Leon valued his mother's words over those of his wife.

Both of them were considerate of me with good intentions, but I found their kindness annoying.

He held me so intensely last night. Isn't this like torture?

As my thoughts swirled, my mind eventually reached a conclusion.

"If Leon really desires , I'll accept it gracefully."

Even though I prepared such a virtuous excuse, I myself was terribly horny, not believing for a moment that he would refuse.

I disecretly reached for Leon's penis, initiating a kiss and intertwining my tongue with his.

With feather-light touches that barely made contact, I stimulated not only his penis but also his glans and testicles.

Even in the water, Leon's member was hot.

"Hey, Leon, your mother only advised against you holding me, right?"

"Yeah."

"So she didn't forbid me from initiating with you."

"Is that so?"

Of course, it's sophistry. It's not even a proper excuse, just childish reasoning.

But even with such a flimsy reason, I wanted to become one with Leon.

"Or have you already tired of me after just one time?"

"Of course not."

"It's inevitable if you can't refuse when I ask, right?"

"Inevitable, huh."

"Yes, inevitable."

Our trivial conversation was incredibly pleasant. I showed my affection with a kiss on his cheek instead of his lips.

Slowly, I raised my hips and moved to straddle Leon.

To maintain the appearance that I was the one seeking, Leon did nothing.

I used to disdain young nobles who engaged in sexual relationships with their servants or had premarital sex during our student days, but now, I was the one who couldn't control my desire, intoxicated by lust.

With my left hand, I spread my labia, guiding Leon's penis with my right hand, trying to align it, but due to the water's movement and the distortion of the surface, it kept slipping.

Even that difficulty fueled my desire, serving as both teasing and foreplay.

Every time Leon's glans rubbed against my clitoris or vulva, a tingling pleasure coursed through me, making me neglect the insertion.

Finally, I accurately guided his glans to my vaginal opening and began to slowly lower my hips.

"Don't push yourself, Angie."

"I...I'm fine..."

Even though I had just lost my virginity last night, my vagina didn't feel much pain.

There was a slight burning abrasion, but the pleasure far surpassed it, piercing through my body.

Just the slight widening inside my vagina as his penis moved felt so good it was almost paralyzing.

By the time I had fully taken Leon's penis inside, I was already on the verge of climax.

"Haa..."

Clinging to Leon's body, I steadied my breathing.

Without caressing or thrusting, we maintained the position of facing each other, our genitals connected as we embraced. Despite that, an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and relief filled me.

It felt like we were one, as if it were the natural and right state for us to be in.

I could feel Leon's heartbeat, his breathing, his body heat from where our skin touched. All of it was unbearably dear to me.

'If only time could stop like this.'

That cliché phrase crossed my mind, such was the unparalleled sense of satisfaction I felt in my life.

Yet, while my heart was content, my body craved stronger stimulation.

After all, sex isn't over until the male's semen is received by the female.

As I tried to move my body up and down slowly, the sensation from my slit nearly caused me to lose strength in my waist.

Even with just a slight movement back and forth, the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't continue.

In the end, all I could do was writhe while staying connected. My vagina undulated, trying to engulf his penis deeper and further.

Unable to thrust vigorously, I ended up grinding my hips against Leon.

I never knew my body could be so lewd.

It felt like I was the only one enjoying it, treating Leon merely as a dildo.

When I looked at Leon fearfully, he gazed at me with kind eyes. That fact both reassured me and made me feel guilty.

"Um, does it feel good for you, Leon?"

"Very much."

'Very much' isn't enough, I want him to feel so good that he reaches climax.

Though my heart was filled with a mix of love and lust, my body couldn't handle the stimulation and couldn't move properly, which was frustrating.

As I struggled to find a way to make it work, Leon's face approached mine.

"Angie."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Just those words.

As he whispered those words in my ear, my mind was overwhelmed with immense joy.

A thrill ran down my spine, and my vagina tightened around his penis.

Not understanding what was happening, I tightened my arms around Leon in confusion.

"I realized during our sex yesterday, Angie, you’re weak to being complimented and told you're loved, right?"

"Th-That's not true..."

"I love you."

"Ah...!"

He said he loved me. Leon said he loved me.

That fact pierced through my body. It was an immense pleasure.

"Angie, you’re really cute."

"S-Stop it."

Each time Leon whispered those words, it felt like my nerves were being directly caressed.

My body trembled, and my vagina contracted, gripping his penis.

Could it be that Leon enjoyed verbally teasing me more than my clumsy thrusts?

He repeatedly spoke words of love. Each time, my vagina overflowed with love juices, melting into the bath.

Desperately trying to keep my consciousness, I frantically covered Leon's mouth with my hands.

"Saying 'I love you' is prohibited."

"Understood."

"And 'like' and 'cute' are also not allowed."

"Those too?"

I slowly resumed thrusting. It should be somewhat better compared to before.

The pleasure given to Leon increased, and my own pleasure also increased.

Yet it wasn't enough, it felt lacking as if I were masturbating alone.

Despite being so deeply connected, a sense of loneliness welled up.

At some point, the movements of my thrusting hips slowed down.

Did Leon understand how I felt?

He wrapped his hand around my neck and whispered in my ear.

"It's not okay for me to say it, right?"

"Huh?"

"Then, isn't it okay for you to say it yourself?"

Leon’s suggestion was tempting.

I always stubbornly held back from saying important words. That had caused situations to worsen multiple times.

But now, we understood each other. There was no need to be stubborn at all.

"Leon."

"What?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The moment I whispered that, warmth kindled in my chest, and a sweet throbbing echoed from my secret place.

Saying words of love myself, Leon agreeing and responding in return.

Just understanding the meaning of those words made me immensely happy.

Whispering sweet nothings, entwining our limbs, and frantically moving my hips.

It was unbearably lewd, yet I couldn't stop, my reason had long since melted away.

"I love you, love you, love you."

"I know."

"Don’t let go, Leon, hold me tighter."

I couldn't tolerate even the smallest gap between us. I wanted Leon and me to melt together and become one being.

Though my movements were slow, the flames of passion burned more fiercely than ever.

Suddenly, I felt the penis inside me swell and spasm multiple times.

I realized that since we started, Leon hadn't climaxed once.

"Leon, are you about to cum?"

"Yeah. I'll pull out and cum outside, so don’t worry."

Rejecting those words, I tightened my vagina and entwined my limbs around him.

"Hey, Angie."

"Cum inside me."

I didn’t care about norms or appearances. My instinct to conceive my partner's child won out.

"Make me pregnant with your baby, make me give birth to lots of babies."

Perhaps excited by those words, his penis swelled in response.

"Ahh!"

"Ahhh!"

In the next moment, I felt something hotter than love juices or bath water explode inside my womb, and we climaxed together.

The male uses his life force to inject his essence into the female, and the female uses her life force to capture the male's essence.

[T/N - wait those were life force?!¿ Comareds I may not survive my last teen year ! ]

Leon and I certainly felt the pulse of life.

Leon released his seed into my womb without spilling a drop, and I took all of it into my womb.

"I might really be pregnant..."

At the moment I lost consciousness, I closed my eyes, intoxicated by a pleasant sense of climax.

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Authors Note

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This time it was quite a difficult delivery. (Exhausted)

If it’s too erotic, it becomes vulgar, and if it’s too lovey-dovey, it lacks eroticism.

It took a lot of time to balance this, but I think I managed to achieve a satisfactory form.

In the original work, there’s a large harem, so it's okay for Anje to have many children, or so I justify myself.

It's simply because I like pregnancy scenarios.

The next chapter is planned to be the conclusion, but I might write about post-pregnancy as well.

P.S. Nanohana-san has drawn fan art of this chapter. Thank you very much.

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