Ch.268Support Fire (2)

Adelia appeared long before she was to serve for the night, before the exhibition had properly begun.

“Um… why did you call for me…”

Adelia sat in her seat looking somewhat diminished, unlike her usual confident and dignified self.

Her sky-blue eyes rolled from side to side, and her slightly broad shoulders, developed through training, were now hunched inward.

Though not terrified as she had been when meeting Hyria and her blood relatives, anyone could see she was being cautious.

Moreover, she sat stiffly with her fists resting on her thighs, giving her an almost crouched appearance.

“Don’t be so tense, unni. Someone might think we’re bullying you.”

“That’s right. You can just relax.”

Marie and Cecilly, sitting side by side across from Adelia, each spoke up.

Though they wore casual attire since the exhibition hadn’t started yet, they still radiated their unique charms.

Their distinct personalities were evident in their contrasting hair—one with brilliantly shining silver-white hair and the other with jet-black hair.

Adelia, who considered herself inferior to them in both appearance and individuality, naturally shrank back.

Especially since they were Issac’s lovers, while she would be entering as a concubine or dedicated maid.

Though she was an illegitimate child, she had clearly observed the ecology of nobility while living in the Kingdom of Teres.

Her biological father, King Fredrick, didn’t keep concubines so there was relatively little conflict, but she was clearly aware of her low status.

Above all, having grown up facing severe persecution just for being illegitimate, Adelia couldn’t help feeling anxious.

“But… Lady Marie and Princess Cecilly are Issac’s official lovers? Wives? Whatever the case, while I’m…”

“Well. Would Issac really care about such things? I think that’s just a formality, and he’ll treat everyone equally.”

“At least he won’t discriminate. Issac is quite sensitive to people’s feelings.”

The two women, perceiving what Adelia was worried about, reassured her as they exchanged words.

They had spent enough time with Issac to see through his psychology and even read his inner thoughts.

Issac doesn’t discriminate based on status and much prefers horizontal relationships to vertical ones.

Furthermore, he strongly dislikes using power and rank to oppress others, and once Rina and Leort suffered for doing so.

Fortunately, their relationship has improved, and Issac consistently desires horizontal relationships.

“Still… I…”

“Ah~ enough. Let’s talk about something else. Okay?”

Despite this, when Adelia continued to hesitate, Marie brushed it aside. As someone who preferred horizontal relationships like Issac, she found this conversation frustrating.

Of course, she was aware of her status as a duke’s daughter. She took it for granted that commoners would speak formally to her, but if that person was Issac’s woman, the situation changed.

Moreover, after learning about Adelia’s miserable past, she wished for her to be happier. Adelia was one of the rare trustworthy people in the world.

There were various other factors that allowed her to accept Adelia as Issac’s woman. Recalling that Marie was the one who first proposed the maid arrangement, one could roughly guess what she was thinking.

“…Yes. Then what did you want to talk about when you called me…”

Adelia nodded reluctantly at Marie’s straightforward words and got to the point. She was still in a diminished state, without a trace of confidence.

Marie looked at her with sympathetic eyes before turning to Cecilly beside her. Cecilly had also turned her head at that moment.

Blue and red eyes crossed, and the two women smiled simultaneously without prompting.

On the surface, it was a beautiful smile, but there was a hint of scheming mischief in it.

Eventually, the two women turned their gaze forward, and Marie spoke first, introducing the main topic.

“Unni. When are you going to do it?”

“Pardon? What do you mean…”

“When are you going to spend your first night with Issac?”

“…!”

Typical Marie. At her direct question, Adelia’s sky-blue eyes widened.

She was so surprised that her pupils trembled as if in an earthquake, and her cheeks began to turn red.

“Why are you so surprised? Weren’t you expecting this?”

“Ah, no. Well… I had thought about it, but…”

At Cecilly’s question, Adelia fumbled and couldn’t continue her words.

As she said, she had thought about spending her first night with Issac since becoming his lover. After all, they had already shared deep, intense kisses, so it would be strange not to.

But she had only “thought” about it. With these two women present, she had concluded there was no place for her to intervene.

Though fortunate enough to meet a good person and connect with the man she loved, she had kept in her heart the intention to protect him from behind, not by his side.

“…How could I think of intruding when you two are here?”

She finally composed herself and revealed her true feelings. Her dejected voice and lowered head seemed to represent her heart.

How could she intrude when Marie and Cecilly were there? She had become Issac’s woman only because of their generous hearts.

At this confession, which contained all the above meanings, Marie and Cecilly nodded as if they had expected it. This too was anticipated.

“Then what if we yield to you?”

“Pardon?”

“If we yield, what will you do, unni?”

Marie’s proposal was followed by Cecilly’s words.

“Surely you wouldn’t refuse even if we were to yield?”

“… …”

Either at a loss for words or finding it difficult to understand, Adelia blinked her eyes and looked back and forth between the two women.

Judging by their smiling faces, they seemed sincere rather than joking, which made it even more confusing.

Why? Why were they being so kind to someone who was merely a concubine? These women who were not inferior in any way and were actually superior.

Perhaps that thought was completely visible on her face. Marie let out her characteristic bright laugh and spoke.

“Unni, you’re really cute. How can all your thoughts show on your face? You’re just like Issac.”

“What? No, I mean… I…”

“Enough. Unni, just do as we say without arguing. Understand?”

“You can be honest now, can’t you?”

“… …”

In the end, Adelia had no choice but to accept their proposal. Though the situation had flowed smoothly like a snake crossing a wall, she had been secretly hoping for this.

Human desire cannot be hidden by simply trying to hide it. So just a little, just a little greed.

With this, she shed some of her hesitation and looked them straight in the eyes.

“Then… what should I do? I don’t know anything…”

“Hmm… first of all…”

At Adelia’s courageous question, Marie thought deeply and then made a suggestion.

“Let’s start by thinking about your outfit?”

******

I stared blankly at Adelia who had appeared to serve me for the night. Sitting on the bed, I naturally looked up at her from below.

Currently, she was wearing a maid outfit, one that clearly exposed her shoulders and collarbone. Moreover, the skirt was so short it barely covered half her thighs.

As the finishing touch, whether on Cecilly’s advice or her own desire, she was even wearing white garter belts. She was truly demonstrating what a sexy maid was.

Seeing the usually boyish Adelia in such sexy clothes was, well… striking. A different kind of striking than Cecilly.

Not the gallant knight guard she had shown in the morning, but a maid solely for “night service.” The contrasting charm between these two situations made my heart race.

“… …”

“… …”

Adelia and I looked at each other silently for a while. Adelia shyly avoided my gaze, but there was a strange expectation on her face.

Now I understand why Marie and Cecilly had taken her away. It couldn’t have been easy for them to yield, but Adelia seemed to have made her own resolution.

Then I should respond to that resolution. I’m not impotent, and I’ve had several nights of…

‘…Still, I can’t help feeling nervous.’

Unlike the outgoing Marie and Cecilly, this is the first time with Adelia. I’m not really a scumbag who lusts after women, so I can’t help but be nervous.

Moreover, Adelia is preparing to soar again after overcoming her past pain. If I’m not careful, I might break her wings.

So I need to handle her carefully, but she has already made sufficient preparations and entered my bedroom.

Not wearing ordinary clothes, but the maid outfit I designed, which confirms it.

…Though I don’t know what Cecilly did, it was more revealing than my original design. What I designed wasn’t this extreme.

“…Noona.”

“…Yes, young master.”

“Would you like to sit beside me?”

In the awkward atmosphere, I patted the spot next to me. Adelia gulped and moved carefully.

Not with the disciplined movements I had seen in the morning, but creaking like a rusty machine. That’s how nervous she was.

Too much tension isn’t good for the first night. I plan to ease that tension now. The most important thing for a woman on her first night is none other than the atmosphere.

Setting the mood is half the battle—that’s a fact I’ve learned through experience.

“Marie and Cecilly noona yielded to you, right?”

“…Yes.”

Adelia nodded in affirmation to my question. The light from the small lamp illuminated her face.

Adelia sat with her thighs neatly together, her hands resting on them. She couldn’t even raise her head, feeling shy.

She’s cute. The stark contrast between day and night makes her cuteness amplify.

With this, I slowly reached out and held her hand. When I did, Adelia flinched greatly and trembled.

Then she didn’t pull away from my hand but gripped it strongly. As if she never wanted to let go.

Swish-

With my other hand, I gently stroked her head. She flinched again but soon calmed down.

As I caressed her head, Adelia’s face seemed to redden more than before. Each of these reactions exuded charm.

I handled her like a fragile piece of art, as she was about to become my woman.

“Mmm. Mmm.”

After stroking her head for a while, Adelia made a pleased sound and rested her face on my shoulder.

Her body trembled occasionally, a sign that her tension was easing.

I placed my cheek against her head, gradually sharing our warmth. I could feel her racing heartbeat from here.

“Noona.”

“Yes…”

“You have no lingering attachments now, right?”

Lingering attachments, she must have completely let them go. Judging by her coming to my bedroom late at night in such a bold outfit.

But this is for her to answer herself, not me. Has she truly cut off all emotions toward her blood relatives?

They were the family she had longed for, but she was clearly abandoned, and furthermore, Hyria even tried to take away the man she loved.

Any lingering attachment would have disappeared, and Adelia must feel the same.

“Yes. I don’t.”

“Really?”

“My family is… here now.”

Adelia answered with a moist voice filled with wistfulness. I smiled at her response.

Until now, a large nail had been stuck in Adelia’s heart. Even if the nail could be removed, the hole would remain.

I will fill that hole, and beyond that, paint it with a new color so that not even a scar can be found.

“Noona.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“What kind of person would you like me to be? Would you like me to be an ordinary person? Or…”

I paused briefly, then gently pulled away from her to face Adelia.

Adelia was also looking directly at me with sky-blue eyes that had become somewhat dreamy.

“Would you like me to be someone extremely famous? For example…”

The manuscript I had carefully hidden in my desk comes to mind. Decisive evidence that could reveal I am Xenon.

“Like Xenon?”

If she wants, I’ll gladly show it to her. We’re about to be intimate, so there’s nothing I can’t show her.

Perhaps Adelia has already guessed. With just the fact that I am Xenon, she would instantly understand why Cecilly became my lover.

I also dropped some hints through the exhibition. Looking back, there were several suspicious situations.

To my question, Adelia…

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter?”

“Yes.”

She gave a truly unexpected answer. I thought she would be surprised or show a similar reaction, but it was beyond my expectations.

As I showed a surprised expression, Adelia leaned her face against my chest.

Then, using my heartbeat as music, she spoke in a comfortable voice.

Not her usual forthright and confident voice, but one filled with love and affection.

“I don’t care if young master Issac is Xenon or even a hidden emperor’s child. I only think about how you’ve treated me until now.”

“…The Kingdom of Teres might cause trouble?”

“It’s fine. If you’re really Xenon, even the Kingdom of Teres wouldn’t dare treat you carelessly, and even if you’re not, that’s fine too. I just like you, young master.”

“… …”

“But if you are Xenon, could I get an autograph? I really love the Biography of Xenon.”

Is she immersed in her role? Adelia continues to speak formally even though she could use casual speech.

Still, her sincerity was properly conveyed. Like Marie, Adelia doesn’t care whether I’m Xenon or not.

She just loves me as a person and craves affection. Thanks to this, my feelings for her began to grow even more.

Let me give her a beautiful memory that she will never forget. I firmly resolved this as I gently pulled Adelia away from my chest where she had been resting her face.

Adelia looked up at me with a puzzled expression as I pushed her away. Her sky-blue eyes shone brightly even in the dim light.

“Noona.”

“Yes.”

“You’re truly lovable.”

“Yes… Eh? Mmph!”

Adelia’s question couldn’t continue. I blocked her mouth with a surprise kiss.

Startled for a moment, she hit my chest once but soon completely surrendered her body. I could clearly feel the strength leaving her body.

“Mmm. Chu. Chuup.”

Sweet and sticky kisses continued, and the awkward atmosphere completely evaporated, replaced by heat.

Unlike me who was very skilled, Adelia was somewhat clumsy. She tried her best to match me, but it was still lacking.

That made it even more satisfying. It matched her attitude of consistently showing contrasting charm, and she would become skilled over time.

“Chuup. Hwa…”

After a long, intense kiss, Adelia and I separated our lips simultaneously.

A thin silver thread connected our lips, doubling the sensuality.

“Haa… Haa…”

I observed Adelia’s reaction after the kiss ended. As expected, her eyes were about to glaze over, and she was breathing heavily.

I’d like to lay her on the bed and proceed to the main event right away, but not yet.

She came to provide “night service,” so I should show appropriate behavior for that.

With this, I gently caressed her cheek and spoke in a low voice.

“Now I’d like to receive some night service… is that okay?”

“Yes, yesss…”

Adelia rose from her seat as if entranced by my question. Her legs trembled, perhaps because they had weakened during the kiss.

Meanwhile, I placed my hand on the spot where she had been sitting. As expected.

Very slightly, but it was wet. She seems to be as excited as possible.

Rustle-

While I was running my hand over the bedsheet, I heard a sound from in front. The sound of clothes brushing against each other as they’re removed.

Hearing that sound, I shifted my gaze forward and was met with a beauty that drew an exclamation.

The strapless underwear worn to match the maid outfit and white garter belts. Even just this exuded sexiness no less than Cecilly.

But the clearly defined abs on her stomach added a unique healthiness. Firm thighs toned through exercise, sturdy hips, and finally her buttocks.

Nothing was lacking, truly showing what healthiness means.

“Th-Then…”

Adelia shyly knelt down slowly. Naturally, my gaze also lowered.

Then she gulped and extended both hands. The destination of her hands was exactly my waist area.

Currently, I’m only wearing a robe, and even that is open and not tied, completely revealing my trained upper body.

However, I was still wearing underwear, so I could guess where her hands were heading.

“…Gulp.”

Finally grabbing my underwear, Adelia gulped again. The way she looked at me for approval was truly lovable.

Seeing this, I nodded in permission. As a bonus, I slightly raised my hips to help her.

“N-Now…”

Adelia, at my consideration(?), spoke with trembling lips.

“I will… serve you for the night.”

Slowly, very slowly, she pulled down with both hands.