Chapter 43: A Late-Blooming Passion is Dangerous (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 43: A Late-Blooming Passion is Dangerous (3)
Under the dazzling morning sun, Natalia stepped into Leon’s garden once again.
She hurried across the garden that had once felt so foreign and frightening, entering the mansion that still sat in the morning gloom.
—Click, clack.
Usually, the hallways were dotted with servants attending to Leon, but today, not a soul was in sight.
As a result, the corridor was filled only with the sound of Natalia’s light footsteps, yet she felt no sense of unease.
Perhaps it was because a natural sense of security had taken root, making her feel this place was safe.
Or perhaps she had been led to feel that way.
Without even harboring such a doubt, Natalia’s steps led her toward the consultation room where Leon would be waiting.
The moment she arrived before the door.
‘The door… is open?’
For some reason, the door was slightly ajar—just enough to offer a perfect view for someone peeking in.
Only then did a small seed of suspicion sprout within Natalia, causing her to hesitate for a moment.
Then, a sound drifting through the gap in the door made her freeze completely.
“Haa… hngh…”
What on earth was that sound?
It sounded like someone licking and sucking on something. Why would such a sound be coming from the consultation room?
Driven by the questions flooding her mind, Natalia cautiously pressed her face toward the gap in the door.
“Haah, haah… Young Master… slurp… hngh…”
The scene that unfolded before Natalia’s eyes was similar to yesterday, yet entirely different.
Leon was gently stroking Helena’s hair.
And beneath him, Helena was kneeling, pleasuring Leon’s manhood.
‘…!’
Normally, this was a sight that would make one hurriedly look away and flee the scene, but Natalia did not turn her eyes.
Instead, she swallowed hard, clutching her pounding chest.
‘My god…’
Of course, it wasn't the first time Natalia had seen a man’s genitals.
She even carried trauma deep enough to coat her mind in pain and loathing.
And yet, despite that, Natalia opened her eyes even wider.
She pressed her face closer to the gap, forgetting even to blink.
It was as if she were trying to engrave the sight of Leon’s member into her very brain.
“Haha, I doted on you so much yesterday. Do you already want more, Helena?”
“Haah, haah… Yes… Always, every time I see you, Young Master…”
“To think my dear sister was actually a female in heat every time she looked at the disciple she’s taught since he was a boy. What would Natalia say if she saw this? Hmm?”
“Ah, Young Master… P-please, don’t say such things…”
—Rip! Rrrrip!
Ignoring her pitiful plea, Leon tore Helena’s clothes to shreds.
As the front of her bodice was ripped away, Helena’s voluptuous breasts bounced, and the tattered remains of her skirt revealed her soaking wet pussy.
Immediately, Leon grabbed Helena by the hair and thrust his hand between her thighs.
“You’ve gotten your crotch this soaking wet, and yet you say that?”
“Haa-ah… ngh… Ahhh!”
Every time Leon’s hand stirred Helena’s pussy, an incredibly lewd sound pierced Natalia’s ears.
His fingers delved into her genitals with a squelching sound.
Through the thick patch of pubic hair, her clitoris peeked out, flushed bright red.
Helena’s face was a mask of ecstasy, having cast aside all dignity, etiquette, and notions of chastity.
Beyond the door, Natalia had forgotten not only to blink but even to breathe.
“Haah, hah… hngh… ngh… haah…!”
While one hand stirred Helena’s genitals and the other squeezed her breast, Leon’s head tilted up slightly.
‘Ah…!’
Their eyes met.
Leon, who was ravaging Helena, and Natalia, who was stealing a look at the entire scene.
Natalia felt Leon’s gaze so clearly that she couldn't possibly deny it.
However, Leon simply smiled.
As if telling her he would make her end up just like that, Leon flashed a vivid smirk at Natalia standing outside the door.
—Gulp.
It must be an illusion.
It must be her imagination.
Deceiving herself by insisting it couldn't possibly be true, Natalia slowly began to comfort herself.
Instinctively, she slid her hand between her own thighs and squeezed her own breast.
As if imitating Leon on the other side of the door, as if wishing Leon would touch her like that too.
“Ngh… hngh…”
Natalia barely managed to swallow the moan that threatened to escape, struggling to steady her ragged breathing.
But as if mocking her, Leon roughly inserted himself into Helena’s genitals, her back already arched in anticipation.
“Ahaaan!”
Every time Leon’s hips slammed home, a wanton cry of pleasure erupted from Helena’s lips.
Deeper.
Harder.
Just as Leon was enjoying Helena, Helena was enjoying Leon just as much.
Almost as if she wanted someone to watch.
‘Ah…’
Eventually, their gazes crossed again.
This time, it was with Helena.
If Leon smiled as the conqueror, Helena was rejoicing as the conquered.
‘Is it… that good…?’
Submission, dominance, surrender, verbal abuse, masochism…
As if screaming that those things were her true joy, Helena wailed even louder.
“Ah, ahhh! Y-Young Master…!”
“Why? Is it that good? Does it feel like you’re going crazy?”
“Yes, yes! I’m happy! Ahhh!”
“I love you too, Helena.”
“Hngh, ngh… ha… ah…!”
As if they were going to devour each other, Leon and Helena kissed passionately.
Then, Leon poured everything out inside Helena.
And Helena accepted Leon’s ejaculation with a trembling body and soul.
Soon, Leon’s manhood, slick with a mixture of love juice and semen, was revealed before Natalia’s eyes.
“Helena.”
“Haah, haah… Yes, Young Master.”
Without any hesitation—looking delighted, even—Helena knelt before Leon once more.
Politely yet passionately, greedily yet carefully, Helena willingly took Leon’s messy member into her mouth.
“Hngh… hah… haah, haah…”
“Haha, it’s clean now. Well done, Helena. That was wonderful.”
“Ah, Young Master…”
As if he couldn't help but find her adorable, Leon gently stroked Helena’s hair and cheek.
Helena’s face melted and filled with fulfillment at every touch.
Finally, Natalia found herself whispering unconsciously.
“Me… too…”
As if he couldn't hear that pitiful voice at all.
Helena clutched her torn bodice and shredded skirt, bowing her head to the seated Leon.
“It is nearly time for my sister to arrive, so I shall return to my post.”
“Yes, Teacher. I’ll see you later.”
“Yes, Young Master. I shall be waiting.”
Natalia hurriedly hid herself in the shadows of the hallway.
Only after confirming that Helena had completely departed did Natalia knock on the door of the consultation room.
—Knock, knock…
“It… it’s me.”
“Ah, Lady Natalia. Please, come in.”
“Yes…”
*
Flushed cheeks.
Breathing that was clearly ragged.
And finally, disheveled clothing.
Just as I had staged, just as I had induced, and just as I had hoped—Natalia had been peeking at the entire sexual intercourse between Helena and me.
‘Not only that. She was even comforting herself, fufu.’
‘You’re talking as if it wasn't you.’
‘Th-that… that couldn't be helped! I feel everything you and Helena feel…’
‘Hahaha, right. I know it’s frustrating, but just bear with it for a bit.’
As I finished this telepathy with Sitri, Natalia was already sitting across from me.
Unlike usual, she couldn't look me straight in the eye at all.
Was she that embarrassed about our eyes meeting earlier? Haha.
“I’m truly happy and grateful that you’ve come to visit again today, Lady Natalia.”
“…Yes, I… am glad to see you too.”
“Hmm… did something happen? You seem a bit drained today.”
“Th-that is…”
“It seems you aren't feeling well. You certainly have been pushing yourself excessively over the past few months. Hmm… it can’t be helped, then.”
“Pardon? What do you mean, it can’t be helped…?”
Mmm~ It looks like she came here with high expectations. What a shame.
I do enjoy conquering and dominating women, but I also really love seeing them squirm with desperation.
So…
“I think it would be better for you to go home and rest today. If the activities meant for your health end up harming your body, it defeats the purpose.”
“Ah…!”
Natalia wore an expression so pained it made my heart ache just looking at her.
Her eyes darting around were proof that her mind was working frantically.
I’m not feeling unwell, I want to receive a massage… how can I say that without being impolite and without revealing my depraved desires?
‘She’s probably thinking something like that, right? Haha.’
Whether my guess was right or wrong, I waited for Natalia with delight.
What words would finally break the silence from her lips?
I wondered what kind of pathetic excuse she would make to lie down before me like a dog exposing its belly.
“I, I… yes… you’re right, I don’t feel… very well…”
“I thought so. In that case, for today…”
“S-so! Let’s skip the sparring… and just the massage… If I receive a massage from you, Leon, my body feels so refreshed… and light… and it feels good…”
“Hmm…”
Contrary to my serious expression, I was bursting with laughter inside.
To hear the Sword Princess—the woman who loves the sword more than anyone and is loved by the sword in return—say she wants to skip sparring.
To think she craves my touch that much.
The wife of the Imperial Knight Commander, the symbol of power for the Roycen Empire, the strongest nation in the world, was dying to lie down and expose herself before me.
Mmm~ I suppose it can’t be helped.
When someone begs to be eaten like this, it would be a disgrace to manhood not to oblige.
“…I understand. If that is what you wish, Lady Natalia, we shall proceed only with the massage procedure today.”
“Ah…!”
“Fufu, you seem very happy. Did my hands really feel that good?”
“Ah, th-that…”
Even when I poked at her like this, she only blushed and offered no resistance.
That beautifully flushed face looked just like a piece of fruit.
A fruit so ripe it was on the verge of melting, ready to fill one's mouth with sweet juice with just one bite.
“Then, I shall see you in that room.”
“Yes…”