In Leon's room.
The sisters, dressed in silk nightgowns, were giving each other the right to happiness.
"Barbara, I can give him to you. You can be with His Highness."
"How could I do that? He's your first love, sister. I could never take him away from you!"
"It doesn't matter. As long as you can be happy, I'll be satisfied. As your sister, of course I must let you be happy."
"I don't want to. You've known His Highness longer than I have, and you love him more."
Each one protected the other's happiness without giving in.
Both were willing to sacrifice their first love for the other's happiness.
Leon was a little moved by this.
Such sisterly love was rare nowadays.
But—
"Ahem! Did you two forget that I'm still here? Just so you know, I don't belong to either of you and I can't be given away."
Leon cleared his throat and spoke.
"Your Highness."
"Forgive us."
Jean and Barbara bowed their heads, embarrassed, and apologized.
They were so caught up in emotion that they forgot the difference in status between them and Leon. Strictly speaking, they were his subjects—it was up to him to choose.
"Your Highness, please choose Barbara."
"No, please choose my sister!"
(How exactly is this different from before?) Leon thought.
Rolling his eyes, Leon raised his hand and firmly flicked both sisters on the forehead.
"Ouch!" x2
Jean and Barbara suddenly held their heads in pain.
"No one in this world can order me around. Just consider that a small punishment."
Leon clapped his hands and smiled. He rather liked this pair—if they were anyone else, they'd be imprisoned by now.
"We're sorry, Your Highness." x2
"Well, anyway, listen to me. I admire the love you two have for each other—so much that you're willing to sacrifice yourselves for the other. It's truly touching, but…"
Leon raised his hands and gently caressed the cheeks of both girls.
"I can say with certainty that no matter which of you I choose, the outcome will never be perfect."
"The one I don't choose will undoubtedly regret it for the rest of her life, for having lost the greatest happiness she could've known."
"And the one I do choose—though happy—will feel guilty because her joy came at her sister's expense."
Leon made quite the arrogant statement.
Jean and Barbara were stunned as they listened.
Leon spoke as if he were the very embodiment of happiness every woman dreams of, as if simply falling into his arms would lead to a lifetime of bliss.
There was no conclusive proof of his words, and yet the sisters couldn't help but agree in their hearts.
"So… what should we do?"
"Isn't the answer obvious?"
In response to Barbara's question, Leon simply placed his arms around both women's waists.
"Wouldn't it be great if you both found happiness—together?"
"Eh?" x2
"Uh-huh. What's the problem?"
"..." x2
Jean and Barbara were stunned.
Why did this man sound so practical—yet speak words that made both their hearts pound faster?
Only children make choices. He had grown up—and wanted everything! That's what Leon thought.
And in this way, the problem would be solved. Didn't they love each other so much already? As long as both followed him, there was no need for modesty.
Their love was already deep. If another kind of love were added, wouldn't their relationship become even stronger?
Besides, he is a prince~
The future king~
No matter how you look at it, there's no way he'll have just one wife, right? At the very least, double digits are expected—anything less would make him look weak.
King Orphans: "???"
Leon's ideal king was simple:
Conquer the world,
Become the most powerful,
Possess all the world's wealth—
And of course, having women was no exception.
In short: take what you want and destroy what you don't.
Act deliberately and without restraint.
In the past, though he said he wanted to create a utopia where everyone was happy, that was merely convenient.
Just because the kind of world he liked happened to be one where everyone could be happy—that's all.
"Come. Take my hand, and I'll make both of you happy."
Leon smiled as he extended his hand to the two girls.
His heart was larger than the sky and his love deeper than the sea. Sharing it with them came naturally.
"Your Highness…"
"Prince Leon…"
Jean and Barbara unconsciously reached out and held his hand. Even though this man's words were far from ordinary, they made the girls trust him inexplicably...
They knew they had been saved by him. So they did this not only to find happiness, but also to repay the one who had saved them.
"Tonight…"
"Please, allow us to serve you."
"Mm, with pleasure."
Leon smiled with satisfaction.
There was no need to hesitate—no reason to refuse. Neither of them would be left out. Wasn't that the best ending?
Though it might be overwhelming for two innocent girls to experience their first time in a ménage, there's no harm in occasionally opening the door to a new world.
For instance, Leon once resisted the charms of a certain female agent, but now he had gradually learned to enjoy it.
Jean was the first to move. She turned slowly, lightly biting her lower lip as her blue eyes met his, trembling between nervousness and anticipation. She tried to speak, but no words came—only a nod, as her fingers played with the hem of her nightgown that barely covered her.
Barbara, in turn, remained frozen for a moment, as if her heart had climbed into her throat. Her wide eyes searched for safety—until Leon approached silently and gently lifted her chin. As he raised it, forcing her to meet his gaze, she trembled under his touch—and then nodded, a subtle gesture, but full of meaning.
Leon embraced them, not like a common man, but like someone who could protect them from the world—or perhaps, like someone who intended to claim the entire world for himself. His presence was warm, firm, magnetic. And as his hands slowly slid down their backs, a shiver ran through their bodies, as if they were touching something forbidden, new, and tempting.
Jean was the first to surrender. Her lips met his in a soft kiss, hesitant… but quickly deepening, intense, as if she were releasing everything she had held back.
Barbara watched—motionless, but not cold. A heat was building within her—not jealousy, but a restless fire that spread through her chest and settled in her belly. It was desire. And curiosity.
Leon pulled back from Jean just enough to reach out to Barbara. Without a word, he gently pulled her by the waist, closing the distance between them. Their lips met, and she gasped, feeling Leon's firm gentleness against her hesitation. The kiss was patient but consuming, awakening sensations she never knew existed.
Their breaths mingled in the air, forming a rhythm uniquely intimate.
Jean rested her head on Leon's shoulder, still breathless, eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted. Meanwhile, Barbara surrendered to the kiss, letting herself fall into the heat that consumed her.
Leon's hands never rested. He caressed them gently, exploring the curves of their bodies as if each touch were part of a silent dance. Neither of them pulled away. Neither wanted to stop.
Time seemed suspended.
When he finally guided them to the bed, he did so with disarming ease. The tension was palpable. Jean and Barbara, now undressed, lay side by side—vulnerable, but unafraid. Their eyes, shy yet full of desire, followed Leon as he calmly removed his clothes before them, saying nothing—but expressing everything through his gaze.
"Are you ready to have the best night of your lives?" Leon asked, smiling at them.
"Your Highn—"
"Just call me Leon while we're like this…" he cut Jean off gently.
"Leon…" Jean murmured.
"You're both beautiful…" he said as he lay between them and pulled them close.
"From today on, you two are mine…" he whispered as his hands pressed gently against their breasts.
Jean shuddered at the firm but tender pressure of his palm on her chest. Her body responded instinctively, arching toward the touch, eyes fluttering closed. On the other side, Barbara let out a trembling sigh as his fingers trailed down her skin, slowly tracing a path to her waist, as if trying to memorize every curve.
The heat between them grew by the second.
Leon leaned into Jean's neck, his lips brushing her skin tenderly. She squirmed under the kiss, her breathing growing more erratic. Barbara, watching with flushed cheeks and a racing heart, couldn't suppress a nervous smile. She wanted to feel that too.
And Leon knew.
He turned to her, his hand leaving Jean and caressing Barbara with the same possessive sweetness. His fingers touched the blonde's cheek, and their eyes met. There was something hypnotic in his gaze—firm, protective, yet burning with intensity.
"I want you both to enjoy every second of this," he murmured.
Barbara slowly nodded, Leon's words melting away any hesitation she had left. She leaned in, her lips brushing his with timid softness—until Leon kissed her for real: deep, warm, hungry. Jean watched with parted lips, clutching the sheets, her body warming just from seeing them.
Then Leon returned to her—without ever letting go of Barbara. A kiss for Jean, then one for Barbara. His touch alternated between the two, orchestrating a symphony of sensations. Their bodies intertwined beneath the sheets, every movement a new discovery.
The room filled with soft moans and gasps, breaths growing heavier. Leon's hands never stopped—guiding, exploring. And the two followed him, completely surrendered.
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[Author's Note: I give up. I'm terrible at writing any kind of erotic scene. I was so out of ideas I had to ask a friend who has experience writing this kind of content for help. I have a sneaking suspicion he used some sort of AI🌚 for parts of this, but whatever. I'll leave it as it is.]
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The next morning arrived.
"Kyaaaa~!"
"You should really be used to this by now, Leini."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
There were a lot of appointments that couldn't be canceled today, so Leini came to wake Leon.
But when the vampire maid saw the scene in bed, she immediately screamed and covered her face.
Even though it was more dramatic than usual—
She'd already seen this countless times.
Leon figured she should be used to it by now.
"What time is it?"
"Nine in the morning."
"Damn… I wanted to be gentler, but never mind. Leini, let them rest and prepare a warm, nourishing soup for when they wake up."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Leini was nearly used to this. Actually, she already knew what to do even without his instructions. After all, she had done it many times with CC, Euphilia, and Sherry.
Not wanting to wake the two girls, Leon took the opportunity to walk to the wardrobe, grabbed a black-and-gold suit, dressed himself, and fixed his hair.
"Let's go. It's nearly time to punish the culprits. Will the last remaining daughter of House Lawrence show up today? Let me think. If I recall correctly, her name is… Eula Lawrence."
Leon pulled a portrait out from his storage space.
It was a beautiful girl with short, ice-blue hair.
The only exception in the entire Lawrence family.
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(End of Chapter)
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."