Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Women Crumbling (4)
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'Crazy. No way...?'
"Even a playboy like you has never gotten anyone pregnant so far. It's only natural to have suspicions in a situation like this. So... I suppose I'll have to check it myself."
Valdes wondered if he'd heard her right.
Check it himself? What the hell was she planning to check?
He was so flustered he couldn't even control his expression, so Beatrice spoke up.
"You seem pretty rattled. I get it. It must sound strange."
"......"
"But this is an important matter. Even queens don't give birth all that often on this continent's political stage. Setting aside other issues, with Mercedes's personality, even if there was a problem with her husband, she wouldn't easily find another man. That's why we need to find her a proper husband from the start."
Beatrice rattled on with a shameless expression, showing not a hint of embarrassment.
She looked like she didn't want to do it either but had no choice. If he hadn't known the truth, he might've been completely fooled by her stellar acting.
"Normally, other royals would step in to help, but right now, the only recognized bloodline is me and my two daughters. Of course, Marie can't be the one to..."
The queen paused for a moment and licked her lips. The gesture was impossibly sensual. The blanket had slipped down even further than last time, revealing just a bit of her plump, juicy ass cheek.
Of course, thinking that it belonged to the mother eyeing her daughter's lover made the whole thing ridiculous.
"Th-then... h-how exactly... are you going to... check...?"
Valdes asked in a trembling voice.
It wasn't entirely an act. His voice was shaking because his bewilderment was spilling over for real. He never imagined she'd go for such a blatantly direct approach.
Was she just getting bolder with age? It was a vicious way to go after her daughter's lover.
"What else? Heh heh, there's only one way, isn't there? That's not a very playboy-like reaction from you."
'No, even a notorious philanderer would be thrown off by this...'
What mother-in-law would volunteer to test her son-in-law's fertility herself?
"Don't think it's too weird. Succession is that important for royals. It's not exactly a tradition, but it's considered a very discreet custom."
Beatrice tried to play it off as a custom, perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed herself.
Of course, no such custom existed—it was just an excuse she'd hastily thrown together. She was piling on reasons to persuade Valdes as much as possible. People had a tendency to rationalize everything in their minds once they bought into even one part of it.
"For today, it'll just be a light check, so come here."
Her expression as she beckoned him to the bed was far too decadent for a queen or mother-in-law.
Her flushed cheeks and the eyes that stirred a man's lust. The golden hair braided low over one shoulder added innocence and purity, while her ample breasts and the sheer fabric revealing her soft inner curves highlighted her sensuality and allure.
Combined with the intimate setting of a woman's bedroom late at night and the soft lighting illuminating the room, her eroticism was exploding.
"......"
In any normal situation, he would've been unable to resist her aggressive seduction and jumped straight into bed. But Valdes held back.
Charging ahead now would let her set the pace and give her a slight excuse. Naturally, that's not what he wanted.
He wanted to take control and make her writhe in pleasure and guilt afterward.
"I-I'm sorry..."
"...Pardon?"
Beatrice's eyebrow twitched faintly.
"Even if I am a playboy, I know where to draw the line. Unlike with other women, I truly love Mercy sis. No matter if it's a custom or whatever, this is..."
"......"
The queen's face flushed beet red as he bowed his head in apology.
This was the second time she'd been rejected while trying to seduce someone. The first had been Hero Pedro, so it was technically the same person. Rejection was rejection, though.
"Hoo."
A sigh escaped her. It reminded her of her first confession.
Of course, the situations were subtly different. She'd been the one to confess and seduce first back then too, but the person beside her had been different. In the past, her husband had been at her side; this time, the woman was at his.
She'd been rejected, but surprisingly, it didn't feel bad. If anything, it made her happy.
'Ahh, Pedro♥ No, Valdes♡ Valdes♥ Valdes♥♥'
Even with amnesia, he was still him. She'd never expected him to fall for it right away. This side of him only made her fall harder.
"I understand for now. There's still time, so... think it over a bit more."
She backed off without pushing, not wanting to seem too insistent.
Forcing him now would be a bad move. It wasn't just about seducing him. Valdes mattered, but so did her daughters. It was just that her love as a woman, condensed over more than eighteen years, now outweighed her maternal affection.
She was impatient, but she had time. After holding back for eighteen years, what was a few more months?
"That aside, we're practically family in the future. Don't you think we're being too awkward with each other?"
'What's her game now?'
Shed just been seducing him, and now she was playing the family card? It was laughable.
Beatrice had already wiped away her seductive look, replacing it with the gentle face of a mother. As if nothing had happened. But inside, her desires were still writhing.
"I-is that so?"
"Hee hee, see? You're still so tense. We have a little more time before bed, so... why don't we chat a bit?"
"Alright."
In the end, Beatrice lured Valdes onto the bed. There wasn't a single chair in the room, forcing him to sit there. She'd probably cleared them out in advance.
Using the excuse that he looked uncomfortable standing, she took his hand and pulled him right beside her. He pretended to resist a little before giving in and sitting next to her.
"Could you tell me about your life so far?"
"My past, you mean?"
"Yes. Being queen is a lonely position, you know. The girls used to stick by me when they were young, but now they've all grown up... Valdy's even younger than Marie, right? Hee hee, it feels like I have a son."
Valdes figured she'd changed tactics.
Straight seduction wasn't working, so she was appealing to maternal instincts. Maybe this had been her real plan all along. She was even casually using the nickname "Valdy"—one she'd only used for Mercedes until now.
"It's not that exciting a story..."
"That's fine. I just want to hear about the outside world, about how Valdy's lived."
"...Alright. Then..."
He gave her a suitably edited version of his mercenary days as Pedro, tailored to fit the present.
Beatrice listened intently, the picture of a perfect audience. If it hadn't been fabricated, he might've gotten carried away and spilled everything. Plenty of people must've fallen for this side of her.
Yet she hadn't given up on physical seduction entirely. She "accidentally" brushed her skin against his and let off a fresh, alluring scent.
"......And that's how I ended up entering the martial tournament."
"Ahh, you've been through so much..."
"...?"
Beatrice suddenly sighed and shed tears after hearing his tale.
With limited time and the need for brevity, Valdes had summarized heavily. Sure, a bottom-rung mercenary's story had its share of hardships, but the condensed version shouldn't have been that emotionally stirring.
In other words, those tears were fake too.
"Hearing Valdy's story makes me think of so many policies we need to fix. To come this far in such a harsh world... you're truly admirable."
She said that much, then dabbed at her teary eyes with the thin fabric near her chest. The motion drew his eyes instantly to her demonic, jiggling breasts and her pale belly. Even knowing it was deliberate, he couldn't help it.
"I can't even imagine how hard Valdy's worked, but from now on, I hope you find some comfort here."
He didn't resist as she naturally pulled him into an embrace.
He acted a bit awkward while subtly turning toward her. Noticing, the queen made a sad face, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
"U-um, th-this is a bit embarrassing..."
"Hee hee, it's okay."
As she hugged him, her hands slyly explored his body. Stroking his back muscles, kneading his arms—it was so subtle and natural that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't suspected her from the start.
"Haa...♡"
The body of the man she adored, touched after so long. It was the physique of a teenage boy, yet hard as steel. His warm body heat reminded her he was a living being, not metal.
'Hng...♡ Valdy's texture... warmth... scent...♥'
'This woman... is she actually getting turned on...?'
At first, it was just the soft, ample feel of her body. But then he began sensing something small and hard poking through.
Her nipple.
Not only that—Beatrice's breathing grew ragged, her touches more overt. She even pressed her body closer, making it weirder if he didn't feel out of place.
"M-mother-in-law...?"
"Shh. For now... call me Beatrice."
"Eut..."
She pressed her breasts firmly against him and whispered sweetly in his ear.
As a man, his lower half had no choice but to react. Sensing the growing hardness poking her belly, the queen flashed a lewd smile. Her hand casually gripped it.
"W-wait a sec..."
"Hee hee hee, such a boy. Getting hard so fast..."
'This bitch...!'
If it were just part of the play, fine—but Valdes couldn't stand being toyed with. Especially by someone he was taming and who was one of his betrayers.
After a brief moment of thought, he changed plans. He'd intended to break her mentally bit by bit, but with her being this aggressive, he couldn't just sit back. The order didn't matter anyway.
"The queen's... a total pervert, huh? Beyond saving."
"...Eh?"
His suddenly shifted tone and attitude threw Beatrice off as his hand rose to her breast.
"Haaang♡"
"A queen seducing her daughter's lover? Pretending to comfort him while groping around and getting her nipples hard."
The hand on her breast pinched the protruding nipple.
"Hnggg♥ Th-that's..."
She hadn't expected the sudden reversal, and Beatrice looked flustered.
It was an expression and behavior utterly unlike Hero Pedro. But that's what excited her more. She'd already equated Valdes with Pedro. Whatever he did, she'd welcome it joyfully.
"No excuses."
His grip tightened, flattening her nipple.
"Kgh!"
Beatrice writhed as pain and pleasure clouded her mind.
"W-waiiit...♡"
It was her first real sexual stimulation.
Even bearing her two daughters had been magical impregnation—purely mechanical, duty-bound sex. Her husband's equipment was average at best, but in his overexcited state, he'd ravaged her body roughly without any foreplay or consideration.
After that, she'd lost all interest in men. She'd asked Serennia some things out of curiosity about her happy family life, but it hadn't sparked much interest. Age brought knowledge, but experiencing it firsthand was different.
"Where does a perverted auntie like you get off...!"
Confirming the royal guards wouldn't move, Valdes's other hand dove into her underwear.
"Heek! Th-there's...♥"
Squelch squelch.
The queen's mind filled with chaos.
She'd wanted a deep relationship with him, but this was too fast. She'd planned to just check his erection today and maybe help him finish with her hand. Gradually advance until she could hide it all from Mercedes forever under her skirts.
"Ah, eek! Ahut, hng... haaaang─♥"
Even after she climaxed once in an instant, Valdes's hand didn't stop.
No one was coming to help her. She'd already ordered the royal guards not to intervene no matter what. With that command in place, they wouldn't budge, and no maids would enter this thoroughly soundproofed room.