Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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Lena de Peron.
When she opened her eyes, the person she loved and respected most in the world was standing right in front of her.
The Grand Duke who ruled the Peron Archduchy—her own father.
Peron IV was there.
He clutched her hand tightly, tears streaming down his face as he rejoiced.
Even in this sudden situation, Lena began to understand everything perfectly.
That's right! We won the war!
Unaware that she was dreaming, Lena gazed at her emotion father and felt her own heart swell with emotion.
Until some strange man appeared...
The Grand Duke, spotting the intruder in his chambers, bowed politely and began treating him with utmost respect.
Lena knew exactly who he was.
She couldn't recall where they'd met, but she remembered he was an acquaintance of the Demon King.
The moment she tried to chase him out, her father suddenly flew into a rage at her.
"Lena de Peron!"
"Eek... Yes, Grand Duke Peron..."
Her full name rang out, and Lena immediately dropped to one knee, bowing her head.
When she was young, the Grand Duke had guided her onto the straight and narrow.
Always gentle, he never spared the rod when it was needed.
If her father was angry, there had to be a good reason—and it was always for her own sake. She'd learned that the hard way.
"This won't do! Turn around and lift your skirt!"
"...Yes."
Lena had endured plenty of corporal punishment as a child.
Even with a stranger standing right there, she calmly obeyed her father's command.
Part of it was her respect for him, but it was only possible because this was a dream.
Everything flowed so naturally, no matter how bizarre.
Lena's own will...
The Grand Duke raised his switch to strike her calf, just like old times—when the man's voice cut in from the side.
"Your Grace. Even for a father and daughter, spanking her in front of others seems a bit much for the young lady."
Lena sighed in relief at his words.
Without realizing it, she thought to herself:
He's not a bad guy after all...
She couldn't quite remember who he was, but she figured she'd misjudged him.
The Grand Duke lowered his arm, gesturing that the punishment was off.
"Hrm... My apologies. I nearly showed an unsightly side of myself."
Lena relaxed at his words and started to lower the skirt she'd been holding.
"Then will you discipline her yourself?"
"...Father?"
Lena thought she'd misheard.
Wh-what are you saying...?
Her mind couldn't process it, yet she lifted her skirt again anyway.
The man smirked slyly as he eyed her.
"Very well. Allow me to educate her."
Lena's mind was a total mess, but the concept of "why?" had vanished from her thoughts.
In the dream, everything just proceeded as if it were perfectly natural.
Lena herself...
Despite the shame of baring her lower half to a stranger, her fingers gripped her skirt tightly and held it high.
But the man didn't strike her with the switch. He just stared piercingly at her legs.
...He's not going to hit me?
Relief washed over her more than shame—until he spoke.
"As expected, using a switch on a lady like you would be poor manners."
"Phew..."
"I'll spank your bare bottom with my palm instead."
"...Pardon?"
Absurd as it was, Lena didn't let go of her skirt.
Her proud father chuckled and said:
"Hahaha. How considerate. Lena de Peron!"
"Eek... Yes..."
"Lift your skirt higher."
"Yes..."
At her father's order, Lena naturally hiked her skirt up, fully exposing her rear.
Her white silk panties gleamed in the sunlight.
A sight she'd never shown anyone but her maids—now ogled gleefully by this man.
As he leered at her bottom, he began kneading it with his hand.
"Hrm..."
"Eek! Wh-what are you—?!"
He groped her freely, ignoring her protests.
Knead, knead.
After several thorough rubs, he muttered:
"You'll make fine babies."
"H-how rude!"
"Lena de Peron!"
"Eek... I-I'm sorry."
At her father's shout, Lena focused back on clutching her skirt.
The man spanked her cheeks with measured force.
Smack!
"Eek!"
A moan escaped from shame more than pain.
Smack! Smack!
"Ha! Haa!"
She'd rolled through the hell of the battlefield; a spanking was nothing.
But the boiling humiliation inside her was unbearable.
She clenched her teeth and endured for one reason alone.
This is Father's command! It must be punishment for a good reason!
Because her revered father had ordered it.
She rationalized the situation in her mind as she felt the man's palm against her bottom.
Only after dozens of strikes did he finally stop.
Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered to her, too quiet for the Grand Duke to hear.
"Milady..."
"Haa... Haa...?"
His whisper echoed like crashing waves.
"Could it be... you're wet?"
Focused on the stinging pain in her cheeks, she'd only now noticed.
The dampness inside her panties...
***
"N-No!!"
"Gasp!"
The lady's sudden scream jolted me awake. I looked over at her.
Viola and Beatrice, fooling around at the table, turned to stare too.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Slumped in her chair, she panted raggedly, dazed and glancing around wildly.
Time's up, huh.
[What happened?]
Well...
I gave Armonia a quick rundown.
About how I'd soundly spanked the lady's ass...
[That was ruthless. At least it proves Wet Dream's effects are top-notch.]
Good thing this girl's magic resistance and mental fortitude are pathetically low.
She was perfect Wet Dream fodder.
She quickly got her bearings, shot to her feet, and bowed to us.
"Sorry for the noise."
Her maid outfit and hair were a mess, but her posture was impeccable.
Even after that nightmare, she composed herself with eerie calm.
Still lying in bed, I blinked sleepily at her.
"You scared me..."
"...My apologies."
"We're fine."
"Ugh... I'm not okay, nyaa..."
Viola, poking at Beatrice playfully, dove right back into it like it was no big deal.
The lady met my eyes with a perfectly neutral expression.
Kya... Armonia, you should've seen her face in the dream. Pure art.
[Even if I had, it wouldn't mean much.]
Lena de Peron returned her chair, then stood ramrod straight by the door.
I gazed at her hazily.
"Why don't you just sleep? You look tired."
"No, thank you. I appreciate the concern."
Her face said she'd refuse any invitation to sit.
Aw, I was gonna try again.
[Suho, Lena de Peron is on guard now. Standing like that, Sleep might cause issues.]
If she collapsed from Sleep while standing, Viola and Beatrice would notice—and no Wet Dream then.
No biggie. Plenty of time later.
[?]
I settled back into bed, gearing up for tonight.
***
A knock echoed through the cabin.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
The one entering through the large door was that kid from yesterday.
She'd brought a towel and water, just like before.
Her face lit up with secret hope at first—but soured the moment she stepped inside.
Viola was already asleep in bed.
The kid glanced at me nervously as she set the towel and water on the table.
You think I'm showing off every day, dummy?
[You cast Sleep on Viola earlier too. What are you planning?]
Heh, just watch.
After the lady and Beatrice left, I'd run some tests on Viola.
Tried Sleep and Wet Dream on her.
And learned some key facts about both skills.
Sleep didn't always wear off after its duration.
The lady had jolted awake from my voice, but without disturbances, she stayed out.
Though within the duration, she wouldn't wake easily.
Wet Dream was different.
Once in, you got booted after exactly five minutes.
Both skills lacked magic circles, making them tricky to aim.
But once you got a feel, a few tries nailed the position.
I turned to the kid.
"Hey, speaking of—which, where exactly do you guys stay? I wandered the castle earlier and didn't spot it."
"W-We... stay near the castle kitchens."
I hadn't checked the kitchens proper.
No reason for Beatrice to guide us there.
"Take me to your room. Let's hang out."
"...Pardon? Why..."
"Bored. C'mon!"
I dragged the kid—who kept peeking at Viola—out of the cabin.
The sun had set; mana stones lit our path through the dim corridor to the kitchens.
The building was surprisingly tidy.
"The kitchen's inside here, and our dorm's next door..."
"Lead me to your room."
"Ugh... Okay..."
She looked wary of my intentions but had no choice but to guide me.
Her weakness in my grasp, she obeyed without complaint.
The structure had stairs in the center, two rooms on each side per floor—four total.
She climbed to the top floor.
Stopped at the door right by the stairs and unlocked it.
So the lady's room is one over, then?
[No other likely spots.]
I followed the kid inside.
Unfit for a prince, but livable enough.
A bit worn, but bed and furniture were neatly arranged.
The bed shared a wall with the next room.
I flopped onto the bed.
"So, bedtime already?"
"N-No... Not yet. The lady does headcounts soon."
"Hrm..."
The door's spot meant I could hide by the wardrobe unseen.
"When she comes, I'll hide there. Don't rat me out."
"Ugh... Got it."
This might not be as easy as I thought.
[Unknown furniture layout next door makes skill targeting tough.]
My plan: Sleep on the lady across the hall, then Wet Dream.
Earlier with Viola outside, rough positioning worked.
But now? Just "somewhere over there." Tricky for both.
Knock, knock, knock.
I slipped quietly beside the wardrobe and signaled the kid.
She caught my glance, steadied herself, and opened the door.
Click, creak.
"L-Lady..."
"Sleep well?"
"Y-Yes... Nothing much. Haha..."
The lady spoke to the kid with honorifics.
"Hang in there a bit longer. Our guests won't stay long."
"Yes..."
"And please hold onto my key again tonight."
Key?
Her room key?
The kid panicked and started babbling.
"L-Lady, something that important should go to someone else..."
"You're the only one I trust, Berius. Please."
"Ugh... Okay."
"Sweet dreams, then."
"You too, Lady... Sweet dreams!"
Their chat ended; the door shut.
I hopped back on the bed and asked the kid:
"What's with the key?"
"Well... The lady's been having trouble sleeping lately, so she drinks a sedative at bedtime. In case of emergencies, she asked me to wake her—even if I have to break in..."
In other words, she was on sleeping pills. Wake her by force if needed.
...Jackpot.