Chapter 13 : A Prince’s Night
Author’s Note : This chapter contains mature content.
Holy Britannian Empire
Area 11
Infirmary, VIP Ward
Standing by the bed where Suzaku Kururugi lay, I was the first to speak.
“Captain Suzaku Kururugi, how is your body?”
Suzaku stared at the ceiling, then slowly turned his head.
His gaze was still sharp.
“…Duke of Tenochtitlan, for you to visit me personally… it is a great honor, Your Excellency.”
Tch
As expected.
He still called me “Your Excellency,” deliberately ignoring my other titles—Fourth Prince and Grand Marshal.
Was being demoted to private really that humiliating?
I swallowed a sigh and sat down on the chair beside the bed.
“Suzaku. One hundred and two seconds.”
“Honestly, against Lady Anya… I was surprised you managed to hold out that long.”
“Since you have proven your skill, I will let the past go.”
“The fact that you killed your own father… will no longer be an issue for me.”
“From now on, you are my man.”
Suzaku blinked.
“…Is that really true?”
Damn it.
Had this guy spent his whole life being lied to?
Swooosh
“Here is your captain’s insignia. And the uniform of my 95th Rifle Corps.”
“I will give you whatever money and people you need. Why not try creating your own knight order?”
But Suzaku shook his head.
“Thank you, but… I must decline.”
“What?”
Was he still holding a grudge?
“I want to learn under Lady Anya. Today, I deeply felt that I am still lacking.”
Phew
What a relief.
That was not a bad choice.
Actually, it might be better.
I nodded.
“Fine. I agree. If you need help, tell me. I will speak to her about it.”
Suzaku gave a faint smile.
“…Thank you, Your Highness.”
Ugh
Since he was an original-character genius, I would have to endure it.
A few days later
Holy Britannian Empire
Area 3
Duchy of Tenochtitlan
My private residence and Grand Marshal’s Office in Tenochtitlan
The door opened, and Euphemia ran in.
“Elder Brother!”
She threw herself into my arms.
“W-welcome home, Your Highness!”
Sakuya Mei Britannia, the niece I had rescued from Area 11 and placed under my protection, greeted me.
And standing next to her, arms crossed, was Cornelia.
Her belly was visibly round now.
“You’re late, darling.”
“Sorry. Things got a bit complicated.”
Euphemia pulled at my arm.
“Come in, quickly!”
“We were waiting for you!”
“Hahaha, all right.”
I waved my hand at Sakuya, who still was not used to this sort of atmosphere, silently telling her she could return to her room.
The moment she stepped in, the bedroom door clicked shut behind us, locking out the rest of the world.
Cornelia moved with predatory grace, her fingers deftly undoing my shirt.
"Today... I claim my prize first."
Her hands worked at my shirt buttons, her touch was like electricity against my skin.
Behind me, Euphemia breathed hot against my neck, her fingers tracing the line of my spine.
Cornelia climbed onto the bed, straddling me with a fierce, commanding urgency.
Even with her pregnancy, her movements were firm and undeniable.
She lowered herself, her heat enveloping me completely.
"Yesss... like that..." she gasped, her head thrown back in pleasure.
I watched Euphemia kneel beside us, her hands roaming over my torso, her fingers dancing with a desperate need.
She stroked my chest, her eyes wide and dilated with a mix of adoration and raw lust.
The rhythm shifted.
Euphemia pulled back, locking eyes with mine, before sinking to her knees.
Schlup
Schlup
She took me into her mouth, her tongue a teasing, wet heat that made my hips buck involuntarily.
Her breasts swayed above me, soft and inviting.
Meanwhile, Cornelia moved behind me, her fingers kneading the tension from my shoulders before biting gently into my earlobe.
"Lai..."
After we finished, the three of us lay tangled in the sheets, catching our breath.
Cornelia spoke first.
“By the way… what are you going to do about Millirze?”
Rumors flew fast.
As soon as I returned from the Area 11 mission and arrived at my office, I gave Bedivere and Millirze a week off for their hard work.
Bedivere saluted me in gratitude.
Millirze, on the other hand, simply stormed off with puffed cheeks, without even saying goodbye.
“Hahaha…”
Euphemia nodded too.
“Hmm… how about giving her a silver mine as thanks for her hard work?”
Huh?
Was that the correct answer?
“Oh, really? Is that enough? Or maybe a gold mine—”
At that moment—
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Two pillows flew into my face simultaneously.
“Why, you bastard!”
“You have to take responsibility, Elder Brother!”
“What are you talking about?! I didn’t lay a finger on her! What responsibility do I have?!”
Cornelia kept beating me with the pillow in her hand.
“At her age, she is already considered nearly unmarriageable!”
Euphemia joined in as well.
“Exactly! Bringing a young, unmarried woman along as your secretary is basically marking her as a mistress candidate!”
Crap
I got played by Caroline.
Thwack
Thwack
Thwack
“Seriously, are you going to turn that poor girl into an old maid?!”
Euphemia swung her pillow too, joining the assault.
“That’s right! Take responsibility properly!”
I covered my head with both hands and shouted.
“Okay! I get it!”
“But… not right now…”
“Haaaah?”
“There is a joint memorial service in a few days, so… at least after that.”
That's right.
On the return trip, Bedivere had informed me of the joint memorial service in place of the sulking Millirze.
It would be held at the Falkland Islands—more specifically, at the site where Britannia had suffered a surprise attack during the Atlantic War, much like the Pearl Harbor attack in World War II in my original timeline.
“Ah. I see.”
“Well… if that is the case…”
The two women dropped their pillows simultaneously and pressed themselves against me from either side.
Cornelia buried her face in my chest and muttered.
“…Keep your promise.”
Euphemia hugged my arm.
“If you don’t keep your promise… you’ll regret it, Elder Brother.”
I sighed, stroking the heads of the two women.
At this rate, I was going to become 0.1 Charles someday.
Ten wives.
That was not a life goal.