Let's Properly Choose the Time and Place

Chapter 12.1

Within the Bartfault territory, lodging facilities are categorized into two distinct types. The healing facilities for the sick and injured are subsidized by the kingdom for medical purposes. Meanwhile, the lodging facilities for tourists are managed by the Bartfault family to generate foreign currency.

These tourist lodging facilities are further divided into two categories: general inns for the masses and luxury inns for the affluent. Presently, the general inns for tourists maintain a high occupancy rate, whereas the luxury inns experience a lower occupancy rate.

The current emphasis is on enhancing the healing facilities, with future plans to establish an entertainment district for tourists or develop unique specialty products to attract visitors.

Although I have studied business and political science during my time at Court Education, this is my first venture into practical management, much like Leon. Consequently, each endeavor is a blend of trial and error.

The Bartfault family always maintain one room for themselves in these luxury inns.

The primary objectives are to enhance the occupancy rate and to ensure readiness for the unexpected arrival of distinguished guests.

Since it's a waste to keep it unused, the Bartfault family members can stay for free.

Apparently, the baron's couple and Leon's sisters have stayed there several times already.

Therefore, there should be no problem with Leon and me staying there. Yes, there should be no problem.

Yet, I can't help but notice the odd stares from the staff.

No, there shouldn't be any change, as Leon and I have visited numerous times for inspections.

The staff at the luxury inn were thoroughly selected to cater to high-ranking nobles and wealthy individuals, recommended by the Redgrave family, ensuring their reliability and discretion.

So why? As I pondered, I realized a certain fact.

It's the change in my relationship with Leon.

Back then, I considered Leon merely a business partner.

I thought I was taking care of him because it was necessary for smooth territorial management.

But now how would it appear to an onlooker?

Can I confidently say they didn't see me as a young lady devotedly attending to her ailing fiancé, the lord of the land?

If so, it doesn't matter now that we're visiting the lodging facility together.

The one who changed is me, the one who has changed is me.

I had been drawn to Leon long before I became aware of it.

That fact was extremely embarrassing.

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Carrying a basket with bathing essentials borrowed from the inn's reception, I walk down the hallway of the inn with Leon.

As we get closer to the bathhouse, the scent of the newly built structure transitions to the distinctive smell of hot springs enveloped us.

We see doors labeled "Men's Bath" and "Women's Bath" in large letters.

"Shall we go in then? Please wait for me in the front room when you're done."

I told Leon and try to enter the women's bath, but I can still sense him behind me.

Turning around, I see Leon trying to enter the women's changing room on the other side of the door.

"The men's bath is that way. Did you forget?"

"No, I thought we could go in together."

"...Huh?"

A strange sigh escapes my mouth. What is this man suddenly talking about?

"There are other guests, you know. If you don't want to be stripped of your title and labled as a pervert, go into the men's bath."

I point to the door of the men's bath as I say this.

"We're the only guests here today. It's all ours."

"..........."

Now that you mention it, you did go ahead to the inn to borrow outdoor shoes. Did you get information about the guests at the reception?

No, could there really be such a convenient story?

As I start to think this, my mind starts working rapidly.

Leon was the one who suggested the hot springs in the first place. He also carried me in a princess carry without shoes so I couldn't escape.

It all makes sense if I think Leon set this up from the beginning.

"You tricked me, Leon!"

"What are you talking about?"

He's not hiding the smirk at the corner of his mouth. Why is he only exceptionally clever at times like this?

I had no escape from the beginning. Am I destined to be at Leon's mercy?

I don't mind that, really. If Leon desires me, I'm prepared to accept it.

But I'm annoyed by his slyness in blocking my escape routes and trapping me.

So, teasing him a little shouldn't be too much of a punishment.

"Leon, you want to keep me like a bird in a cage, don't you?"

"That's not what I mean."

"It's fine, I understand. If Leon desires my body, I have no right to refuse. I'll accept it willingly."

"No, listen to me."

"A nobleman who would think of marrying me after I was abandoned by the prince must be a lecherous, lustful noble. As someone no longer pure, I have no other path but to marry Leon."

"Wait a minute!"

"I thought we had a mutual understanding ! Now that I've been taken by you, I can't rely on the Redgrave family and have no one else to turn to but you..."

"It's not like that!"

At that, Leon starts to lower his head.

"Sorry, I just wanted to surprise you, Angie. I swear I had no impure intentions. I just wanted to celebrate a little. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

Leon looks so flustered that I can't help but stifle my laughter, which makes me look like I'm crying.

I may have gone a bit too far. I know I'm being mean, but it was Leon's actions that started this.

I hope this teaches him a lesson to hold back in the future.

"...Pff."

"Angie?"

"Kuhuhuhu."

"So, the crying was all for show..."

Finally realizing it, Leon looks relieved and simultaneously sulky.

"Sorry. But Leon, it's bad to plot things behind my back."

"Because if I told you directly, you would dislike it, right?"

"Not at all. I'm prepared to accept Leon's requests."

"Really?"

"Really. But I need to make sure I'm perfect. I want to be the only woman you'll ever see."

...What am I saying?

I was so focused on teasing Leon that I ended up confessing something embarrassing.

"Um, what I mean is, I can't stand the thought of Leon looking at other women."

"Ah, yeah."

"So, I want to always be beautiful so you'll keep looking at me."

"Don't worry, I understand."

"So, I'd appreciate it if you could give me a heads-up so I can prepare myself."

"I'll be more careful from now on."

"It's not that I don't want you to desire me. I just don't know what to do if you suddenly spring this up."

"I'm sorry..."

"No, I'm the one who's sorry..."

My words are embarrassing. Am I a girl showing obvious possessiveness toward the boy she likes?

Leon, too, looks slightly embarrassed and averts his gaze from me.

An unbearably awkward atmosphere fills the space around us.

"Shall we get in the hot spring?" he asks.

"Yeah..." I respond.

In contrast to just a moment ago, we enter the same changing room, both feeling quite embarrassed.

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Once in the changing room, I begin undressing, removing each piece of clothing one by one.

After I finish undressing, I check my entire body in the full-length mirror. I find red marks all over my body, knowing they were left by Leon from last night's intimacy. The thought makes me blush. I need to be careful about what I wear tomorrow.

I fill a basin with hot water and pour it over my body. After repeatedly washing off the grime stuck to my body, I finally felt refreshed.

As I prepare to wash myself thoroughly before getting into the hot spring, Leon approaches from behind.

"Shall I wash you, Ange?"

I sigh at Leon, who seems to be enjoying himself. This man never learns.

"You don't have any indecent intentions?"

"None."

"Really?"

"Maybe a little."

"..."

"Okay, a lot."

Since he was honest, I'll forgive him, but his obsession with my body is quite something.

Still, the fact that he desires me doesn't feel bad.

"No indecent behavior. If you'll wash me properly, then go ahead."

"Got it."

With that, Leon lathers up the soap and applies it to my body.

He washes from my neck to my shoulders, then my arms and chest, then my stomach, and finally my legs.

Surprisingly, Leon washes me thoroughly. Occasionally, he massages my muscles, but only where they are knotted.

Ironically, I found myself feeling unsatisfied. Each time Leon's rough hands touch my soapy skin, the memory of last night's caresses awakens, and the flame of desire deep within me starts to stir.

Though Leon avoids washing certain areas, it only makes it feel more frustrating.

Finally, he washes my hair and slowly pours water over my head, washing away the soap clinging to my body.

The exhaustion that had been covering my body disappears, leaving me feeling refreshed.

"That's amazing. Where did you learn that?"

"I used to earn pocket money by massaging my dad when he was tired from work. And in the military, I did it as part of currying favor with my seniors and superiors."

It was a rather sad reason for acquiring such skills.

"Well then, it's my turn."

"What?"

"I was washed by the Viscount himself. It's only right to repay the favor."

"You don't have to."

Maybe because my mind and body are relaxed.

No, it was because I wanted to distract myself from the desire ignited in my body. I act overly cheerful.

I lather up the soap and make Leon sit on the floor.

"Come on, stay still. I'll make you sparkling clean."

I start washing Leon's body.

With my small and slender hands, I wash clumsily but with all my heart.

I lather his back with soap and massage it slowly, mimicking the way Leon washed me, trying to relieve the tension. As I wash, Leon begins to squirm.

"Stay still, I can't wash you properly."

"That's enough, let's get in the hot spring."

As I try to calm Leon down, the towel wrapped around his waist falls off.

There, his erect penis stands prominently.

A heavy atmosphere fills the space.

Covering his eyes in embarrassment, Leon's penis twitches, pointed in my direction.

"Leon is aroused by me."

Just thinking that makes my own secret place grow wet, and the love juices begin to drip down my thighs.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to do anything indecent..."

Leon apologizes sincerely, making me feel like a terribly lewd woman.

But it's no use. Last night's union changed me.

I learned the joy and pleasure of being embraced by the one I love, and I indulged in that wonderful feeling.

I can't go back, and I don't want to.

"If it's painful, I can take care of it for you."

Hiding my inner desire, I speak as if concerned for Leon.

If Leon succumbed to his carnal desires and pushed me down, I would gladly accept it and cry out in joy.

Leon smiles at my unexpected response and presses his mouth to my ear.

"Well then, there's something I'd like you to do..."

Leon’s proposal makes me feel intensely embarrassed yet incredibly excited.

"The person who first thought of this must have been an incredible pervert."

I mutter curses as I begin the preparations.

I lather up the soap and apply it repeatedly to the valley between my breasts. The sight of just my breasts covered in foam is, ironically, quite lewd.

"Recognize that you're as much of a pervert , Leon, for wanting to do this."

"And you're just as guilty for doing it despite your complaints."

"Did you say something?"

"No, nothing."

Leon, covering his mouth, spreads a towel on the floor of the bath and lies on his back.

One part of Leon's body, lying parallel to the floor, stands upright. His erect penis looks like a strange object.

I slowly lower my body over Leon, positioning myself so that my breasts are touching his groin.

I feel something hot and hard pressing against my breasts. Needless to say, it's Leon's penis.

My breasts yield to the hardness of his penis, deforming. Each time it presses against them, I feel as though my breasts are being violated.

"Ahh, it feels so good. Ange's breasts are the best."

The pleasure Leon gets from having his penis between my breasts must be immense. He writhes with pleasure.

"You really love breasts, Leon. Would you have not gotten engaged to me if my breasts were small?"

"Your breasts just happen to be large. I'd love any girl I like, regardless of her body type."

[T/N- Yes Marie Route]

Hearing that makes me happy.

My breasts, which are unnecessarily large, limit the clothes I can wear, get in the way whenever I move my arms, strain my shoulders with their weight, sweat and chafe when I exercise, and often attract indecent glances.

A part of me that I nearly consider a complex, something I dislike about myself, brings joy to the one I love most.

This fact affirms my relationship with Leon, and I can't help but smile.

"From now on, Leon, only look at my breasts. You can't look at other women."

"And you need to wear clothes with less exposure. Just thinking about some perverts looking at your breasts drives me crazy."

We openly express our possessiveness and claim ownership over each other.

Leon belongs to me, and I belong to Leon.

While we indulge in our sweet talk, my lower body gradually became wet with lust and jealousy.

My womanly parts, which were repeatedly penetrated, gouged, and ravaged during last night's intercourse.

What if I could feel the sensation of Leon's penis, now pressing against my breasts, inside my vagina?

'Why are you the one being loved? I'm the one who should be loved.'

The fluids wetting my inner thighs seem to express the depth of my vagina's jealousy and desire.

Conversely, my breasts, loved by Leon's penis, are drunk on the pleasure given.

The nipples at the center of my breasts have become as hard and large as the penis.

[T/N- Metaphor]

When the penis pressed between my breasts touches my nipples, the intense pleasure transmitted from my chest further stirs my vaginal jealousy.

Seeing me unconsciously position myself to present my breasts, Leon reaches out to grasp them.

"Ugh!?"

He pinches my nipples suddenly. The pleasure from being touched by someone else is different and overwhelming.

The stimulation is more than I can bear, and I twist to escape, but the pulling on my nipples makes it impossible to flee.

"Stop that."

"Did you hate it?"

I don't hate it. In fact, it feels so good that I might cum first.

As I glare at Leon, who is teasing me with his mean tone, he reluctantly releases my nipples.

As I arch my back to free my breasts from Leon, his penis, hidden in the valley of my breasts, reappears.

The head of his penis twitches, dripping pre-cum, and the sight is etched into my mind.

"Suck it."

Leon commands in a tone that brooks no refusal.

Of course, I have no intention of refusing; in fact, I've wanted to do this from the start.

With a soft kiss, I press my lips to the dark red tip of his penis.

With as much passion as a kiss on the lips, or perhaps more. I pour all my love into the kiss, as if Leon, jealous of his own penis, wants more from me.

I kiss the head, the shaft, the base, and his balls in turn. Leon's moans are dear to me.

Satisfied, I stick out my tongue and wrap it around his penis. The heat and weight on my tongue, the scent of sex filling my nostrils, the embodiment of lust before my eyes.

I purse my lips and take his penis into my mouth slowly, but I can't take it all in.

Moving my head back and forth, I try to give as much pleasure as I can within my limits.

I keep my eyes downcast, focused only on Leon's groin.

What would happen if Leon saw my face, full of joy and lust, as I sucked his cock?

The sinful imagination fuels my darker desires.

Unconsciously, my left hand strokes my breast while my right hand touches my groin.

My secret place, hot and wet as if I had peed, is touched by my right hand.

I rub my clit with my thumb while inserting my index and middle fingers into my slit.

But it's not enough. It's far from enough. The heat, the hardness, the thickness, the length—nothing is enough.

The only thing that can satisfy my desire is the penis in my mouth. I can't stop imagining my mouth as my vagina.

"Angie, I'm going to cum soon."

Hearing Leon's words and feeling his twitching penis, I quicken my oral movements.

The movements of my left hand on my breast and my right hand on my secret place also speed up.

Only the lewd wet sounds and our animal-like moans echo in the bath.

It might have been just a few seconds or maybe a few minutes until the end.

"Ugh!"

With a loud moan, something bursts in my mouth.

As Leon reaches his climax, I also come.

The taste of his cum on my tongue is neither bitter nor salty, but my pleasure-addled brain finds it delicious.

"Ugh, cough, cough."

Unable to swallow all the cum, I choke and cough.

I try to catch the cum spilling from my mouth onto the floor, but I can't do it well.

"Are you okay, Angie? Don't push yourself, it's messy."

I'm not okay.

If he had cum inside my vagina, his semen could have become our child.

The guilt of not being able to catch it all wells up inside me.

"Um, did it feel good? Are you satisfied?"

"Very much."

Contrary to Leon's satisfied face, the desire lingering in my slit hadn't diminished at all.

"We've gotten dirty again, so we'll have to wash up."

"...Yeah."

So we began washing our bodies again.

No matter how much hot water I poured over myself, trying to wash away the lust, the excitement wouldn't subside.

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Authors Note

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Where is the boundary between love and lust? 

And so, here we are with the first half of the steamy hot spring scene. 

Since the erotic scene got a bit lengthy, the main event will be next time. Angie has become quite the Naughty girl. This is because I enjoy when a naive girl gets really into it during erotic moments; it's my fetish.

Today is the release da

te of the 10th volume of the comic adaptation. If Angie were on the cover, she'd be glaring at me with an icy stare.

P.S.: Thanks to our client, we've received an illustration for this chapter from Depo-sama. Thank you very much.

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