Surviving as a Prince of Britannia

Author’s Note : This chapter contains mature content.

This interlude is told from Lloyd Asplund’s point of view, taking place shortly after Chapter 25 and focuses on Lloyd and Cecile.

The main storyline will continue after the following side stories and interludes.

Holy Britannian Empire

Miranda Knightly Territory

Schneizel’s private villa

I had finally arrived.

I had thrown myself at the Grand Duke of Montreal like a madman, practically begging, “Please give me a vacation!”

But I never thought Schneizel would actually grant me two weeks of leave!

Who do you think came up with the Level 2 upgrade plan for the Imperial Capital of Pendragon’s arcology, as well as the proposal to turn every county in Area 1 into an arcology?

No one but me.

But the problem was...

“Wow! A private beach... and such a magnificent mansion for a villa!”

Cécile Croomy, my aide and Vice Minister for Science and Technology, grabbed my arm with sparkling eyes.

“...Yeah, yeah. Let’s not disturb each other and just rest quietly—”

“Wha-what? What are you saying? That’s so mean!”

A butler welcomed us.

“By Prince Schneizel’s instructions... you may use this suite.”

At his words, I blinked.

“Wait. There’s only one bed?”

The butler smiled sweetly as he handed over the key.

“Since you are a young man and woman, I assumed you were a young couple traveling together.”

“Have a pleasant vacation.”

Bang

After that, he ran off like a weasel.

I had walked right into Schneizel’s trap!

Ugh

I scratched my head.

“Forget it. One bed is enough.”

“As proof of my chivalry, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“So, could you spare some extra blankets and pillows?”

At my words, Cécile puffed up her cheeks.

“But... while someone else received a black dress and even a domain... I haven’t received a single white wedding dress even after four years of service...”

Her voice grew louder.

“All my classmates from the academy have gotten married or had children... Do... do I just not suit your taste?”

Gulp

I was flustered.

“Ah, no... that’s not it...”

Cécile approached, wiping away her tears, her eyes burning with a desperate, raw hunger.

"Then... make me your woman starting from today."

The sound of her unzipping my pants was deafening in the silence.

She reached inside, her small hands trembling as they wrapped around my throbbing length, the heat radiating from my skin practically scorching her palms.

Slurp

"Haa... it's hot..." she breathed, her voice husky and needy.

She didn't just tease; she worshipped.

Her warm, wet tongue circled my sensitive tip, swirling with practiced precision, while her soft breasts mashed eagerly against my chest, her hardened nipples digging into my skin like needles.

My hips bucked involuntarily, my control shattering under the assault.

"Cécile... you're insane!"

I grabbed her, the friction of our bodies sending sparks flying, and pushed her back onto the mattress.

She straddled mt instantly, a wild animal claiming her prize.

"Haa...Lloyd... it's too big... slowly..." she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders as she lowered herself inch by inch.

But she couldn't wait.

She impaled herself fully in one motion.

"Aahh!"

"It's so... stuffed inside! Oh god, yes!"

And for nine days, we lived only for the rhythm of our bodies, locked in a cage of sheets and sweat.

The first day was a blur of her riding me, but from the second day onward, I was no longer passive.

I pinned her to the bed, our sweat mingling between us until we were slippery and slick.

I gripped her narrow waist, my fingers digging deep into her soft, yielding flesh, and drove into her hard, burying myself to the hilt with every stroke.

"Haa...Cécile... it's so tight! Like a vice!"

I groaned, watching her face contort with pleasure.

I spanked her ass sharply, watching the flesh turn rosy red, and hammered into her, meeting her hips with bruising force.

"Lloyd... more... harder!" she screamed, her walls clamping down on me, milking me dry.

She reached climax four to five times a day, her body shuddering uncontrollably, her voice screaming my name until she was hoarse.

The moment I learned the body of a woman, I lost all reason, exploring every inch of her, every reaction, every gasp, like a madman conducting a dangerous experiment.

The morning of the tenth day, the luxury bathroom felt stifling and humid.

Cécile stood before the mirror, her limbs trembling violently, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of exhaustion.

Stumble

She grabbed her aching waist with both hands, swaying like a reed in the wind.

“Lloyd... my waist... feels like it’s really about to fall off...”

Cécile turned to me, her eyes half-lidded with drowsiness.

“...Let’s go out and see some sights too...”

I adjusted my glasses and muttered blankly.

“...Is there a possibility that you became pregnant?”

Cécile nodded slightly, blushing.

“...Most likely.”

My glasses slipped down the bridge of my nose. I raked my hair with both hands.

“...This is a variable I didn’t calculate for.”

She giggled.

“It wasn’t a calculation... but an experiment.”

I let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky.

“I never imagined that I, the sole grandson of the count, would continue the family line this way...”

But soon, my eyes sparkled.

“Wait. Then what about analyzing the fetus’s genes... Ah, no! That’s not important right now...”

Cécile pulled me into an embrace.

“You’ll take responsibility, right?”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words, but eventually I smiled faintly.

“...I have to take responsibility. Since I started the experiment.”

Then I added, with as much dignity as I could muster,

“As for the wedding ceremony... I’ll have to ask His Highness Schneizel directly.”

At my words, her eyes sparkled.

“You mean it?”

“A count’s word is final once spoken.”

The remaining days of our leave became a real honeymoon.