I wonder how long I was sleeping. When I woke up it was so bright, Iād be hard-pressed to say itās morning.
I remember doing it until the early morning. No matter how many times I appealed that it was impossible, he wouldnāt listen, it truly lasted until morning.
I was made to do various things⦠Positions I havenāt experienced even in my previous life, we did this and that⦠I donāt even remember just how many times we did it. I didnāt even have energy to resist being indulged in as he pleased, how could he go this far.
Early in the morning, when I cried and begged him to let me go already, Freed
āThatās not right, is it. Youāre pleading for one more time? If you do it well, Iāll let it end after one moreā
said such an unexpected thing.
Even though I was doubtful, wanting to finish I persevered, but it seemed to have the opposite effect,
āLidi instigated me, so it canāt be helpedā āAfter all it wasnāt enoughā and so on, I was told thatā¦. Ah jeez, just recalling it is embarrassing.
āIt was terribleā¦ā
Every part of my body is screaming in pain.
I like sex with Freed, but couldnāt he do something about this number of times.
Even if itās good at first, partway through it becomes impossible to keep up. And then I get muscle pain.
Or rather, is this normal in this world?
I havenāt thought about it deeply until now, but I wonder how these things are.
In my previous life two times a night was plenty, but I wonder if itās no longer this easy.
Ah, but, had I blown him, it might have been even worse.
Iām truly glad now I havenāt tried it.
I sighed and tried moving my body, but predictably I was restricted by Freed and couldnāt move. I thought he was pretending be asleep, but from his steady sleep breathing it doesnāt seem so.
Come to think of it, I casually thought.
On our first meeting at the masquerade ball I slipped out while he was sleeping like this. Only about a month has passed, yet it feels like itās been ages ago.
The restraint of Freedās arm doesnāt weaken.
Judging it impossible to escape from the restraint of a soldier in active duty, I gave up on it and took the opportunity to carefully observe him.
I gazed at the man, who boasts a flawlessly beautiful face, sleeping peacefully in front of me.
Even when heās asleep his face is handsome. The usual blue eyes, that give the impression of a turquoise sea, are now closed.
Instead his considerably long eyelashes can be seen well. The nose is straight, the mouth tightened.
His light golden hair that grew in the past month fall on his face creating such an alluring atmosphere I got shivers. Involuntarily I remembered last nightās love affair and heat gathered on my face.
āUuuu⦠This isnāt goodā
For now I understood that a beauty is a beauty no matter what they do.
Even asleep, he makes for a perfect picture.
After finishing observing Fred, I tried slipping out of his arms for real.
It might be possible to call Clara here with magic, but I canāt do it, nor do I want to be seen in this state with pronounced traces from the love affair.
Be that as it may, I have a problem with waiting for him to get up. The time is already before noon.
After short consideration, I decided to wake Freed up.
Because I thought itād be bad to wake him up, I stayed quiet, but upon careful consideration he is to blame.
Because heāll be reaping what he sowed, I decided I donāt have to expressly worry.
āAlrightā
I agreed with this theory and at once pushed his arm to shake it off my chest.
āHey Freed, wake up. Itās just before noon. Shouldnāt you go to work?ā
Oou⦠Itās a newlywedās line.
⦠I dealt myself damage saying it, and though I sighed, I continued shaking him.
āNnā¦ā
After groaning several times and knitting his eyebrows, Freed slowly opened his eyes.
When our eyes met, his lips loosened, and he softly laughed.
His sweet voice resounding in my eardrums was enough to make me shiver.
ā⦠Good morning, Lidiā
āGoo⦠Good morningā
Thatās bad⦠My heart throbbed a little.
Freedās gentler than usual expression and a slightly husky voice from waking up was terrible for my heart.
Without knowing my inner turmoil, Freed asked a question absentmindedly.
The gesture of him brushing up his hair looked shockingly sexy.
ā⦠What time is it?ā
āJust before noon⦠Hey, is it okay not to do your duties?ā
As I asked Freed frowned a little.
His expression says he doesnāt want to hear of it much.
āHmm, I think Iāve done enough in advance yesterday, so Iāll be okay till noon though. Alex is also there⦠Lidi? Is your body alright?ā
āIf youāre asking this, I wish youād have spared me a littleā¦ā
Iām astounded by Freed caring about my physical condition, still I answered.
āAll over my body muscles hurt. Especially my hips and abdomen are sore⦠You absolutely overdid itā
āItās Lidiās fault for being cute. With such reaction itās impossible for a man not to respondā
ā⦠Whatās with that. What a strange theoryā
When I protested like this, Freed laughed a little and bumped our foreheads.
Such a gesture also felt curiously sweet, and I felt strangely embarrassed.
I donāt know how much he noticed, but while tightly hugging me he whispered into my ear.
āFufu⦠Lidi had told me a rare okay, Iād thought itād be a waste not to enjoy you to my heartās contentā
ā⦠Jeezā
As Freed said thank you with a sweet smile, I became even more bashful.
⦠What is this.
Itās extremely embarrassing!!
Freedās voice is sweet like a water saturated with sugar, I was so bashful I couldnāt even make fun of it.
My brain is already on the verge of bursting from this situation more embarrassing than sex.
When I fell silent unable to bear the bashfulness, Freed kissed my cheek.
āFufu, this much should be fine. Your ears are bright red. If you react any more cutely, Iāll want to do it againā
ā⦠Auā
Damn it, after all it was on purpose.
As he seemed to thoroughly enjoy my reaction, I felt exhausted.
āExcuse me⦠already. Iām worn out from the morningā¦ā
āIs that so? Iām in perfect form. Itās Lidiās effectā
Certainly, his complexion looks good, with how lively he is I remember yesterdayās story.
āIs that⦠about the control of divine power you talked about yesterday?ā
āYes. With the āKingās Flowerā thereās no problem in control itself, but. By holding Lidi my libido is reduced, and my condition improves even furtherā
āNo surprise doing it this much ⦠Rather, Freed. We havenāt used any contraception⦠Is it okay to have a child before marriage?ā
I wonder if it isnāt bad.
Itās something Iāve been worrying for a long time, so I thought of taking the opportunity to ask.
Freed tilted his head at my question like he didnāt understand what I said.
āWhy not? Iād be happy having a child at any timeā
āHe⦠Ah⦠I, seeā
Not understanding why Freed hasnāt used contraception even once, Iāve been meaning to question him about it, but as he affirmed it as it was natural there was nothing more I could ask.
⦠I see, Freed would be happy.
I incessantly blinked my eyes. I felt unexpectedly shaken.
I was shocked by myself when I noticed I felt happy about his words.
Moreover, I thought itās okay, even if he answered carelessly.
⦠What in the world is happening. I donāt understand myself.
āLidi?ā
āIt⦠It it, itās nothingā
āI see, then thatās fine, but Lidiā¦ā
āHe, hey Freed! Letās get up soon!ā
Not wanting to continue this talk, I desperately changed the subject.
I brought the topic up myself, but I wanted to avoid stirring up further trouble for myself.
I only have a bad feeling about the future.
ā⦠I get itā
Even though Freed smiled bitterly at my suggestion, he nodded and, firmly supporting me, raised me.
Then, calmly asked a question while fixedly looking at me.
āHey Lidi, are you going home?ā
āEh⦠Yup, thatās what Iām planningā
I was relieved the topic changed, so I responded honestly to Freedās question.
I stayed here because I promised, but I donāt intend to remain here.
Thinking so I nodded, but Freedās face became visibly displeased.
āFreed?ā
ā⦠Why? Lidi has already been recognized as my Princess Consort. Itās not necessary to expressly go backā
For some reason I was blamed in a strong tone. Although I was bewildered by his appearance, I stated my point.
Because weāre not married, Iāll continue going back home.
Personally I thought it was a proper reason. Thatās why I gave this answer, however Freed doesnāt seem to think so. Thatās wrong , he shook his head.
āEven thought the āKingās Flowerā is there? Nobody will question you staying here all the time. Lidi knows it too, right?ā
If it was said as a joke I believe Iād easily refuse, but being told that with an unexpectedly serious face I had no idea what to do.
āLidi. I want to be with Lidi. Does Lidi not think like that a little?ā
Being told that in a seemingly sad voice, I reflexively denied.
āThatās not the case! Butā¦ā
Noticing my slip of the tongue, my voice faded.
Grasping my hands, Freed continued.
āIn that case, itās fine, right?ā
āBut⦠umā
The unusual enunciation is bad, since I canāt truly find it unpleasant.
Being at Freedās side is pleasant. Thatās why I wonāt say I donāt want to stay.
Still, I looked at Freed appealingly.
ā⦠Itās not unpleasant, but after getting married I wonāt be able to return to the ducal residence often⦠So I want to stay there until the last minute, but is it useless I wonderā
With how Freed is right now, heās quite capable of locking me in his room.
I want to avoid it.
I want to go out to have fun in town, there are countless things I want to do.
I wish I wouldnāt get imprisoned here without any preparations.
āI understand Lidiās feelings. But, I want to stay at Lidiās sideā
Freed put strength into his hands clearly demonstrating his intent without taking a step back.
Our positions draw perfect parallel lines. Because I also donāt feel like yielding.
āUuu⦠Then, why donāt we do this?ā
Thinking weāre making no progress, I spoke so.
āLidi?ā
āI want to go home. Freed wants me to stay here. Our opinions donāt mesh. Then, letās have a match? If you dislike me going home, stop me. If Iām stopped, Freed wins. As I canāt return, Iāll stay here. But, if I return home I win, so let me stay home normally thenā
The time limit is until Freed finishes office duties today.
When I announced that, Freed stared at my face fixedly.
As he looked into my eyes trying to read my intention, without averting my gaze I stared back.
Before long, Freed sighed as if he gave up.
I guess he understand I wonāt pull back no matter what, similar to him.
ā⦠If I keep Lidi in my room until then, will it be my victory?ā
āYup. If Freed comes back, Iāll have no choice but to give up for today⦠Well, weāll think about tomorrowās matter tomorrow?ā
ā⦠Can I use court ladies, Royal Guard, everything?ā
āOf course. Itās such a game. No matter what you use I wonāt call it unfairā
In exchange, donāt get mad when my means get exposed.
While I muttered so on the inside I nodded, to which Freed made a dubious face.
ā⦠Is it not too advantageous to me?ā
I knew heād say that. Thatās why I carefully chose words.
ā⦠Right. Thatās why I have one condition. Until Freed comes back, I want to be alone in the roomā
āLidi⦠Are you scheming something?ā
Freed tried to read between the lines of me wanting to be left alone.
Then I answered with a broad smile.
āEven if I do, I canāt go home if I canāt leave from here. Rest assured, Iāll leave a letter behind when I go home, and Iāll contact you when I get thereā
ā⦠That will be Lidiās victory declaration. I understand. Certainly, if we talk any more thereāll be no end to it, so this is fineā¦. I wonāt let you escapeā
āI also wonāt be detained so easily. Escaping is my strong pointā
āLidi already escaped me twice, so Iād like to stop the third timeā
While hugging me, Freed laughed troubledly.
Certainly, Iāve escaped twice, however itās quite embarrassing to say that Iāve suffered a decisive defeat once.
It wasnāt long ago that he pinpointed my identity and forced me into the engagement.
āWhen are we starting?ā
āWhen Freedās goes to the office⦠Hey, Iām hungry, so why donāt we for now eat something?ā
In the middle of our talk my stomach made a rumbling sound and silence spread for a moment.
I really wish my stomach wouldnāt rumble during such a talk.
Just how much it cannot read the air, this stomach of mine.
As I hung my head from the embarrassment at this worst timing, for some reason my head was stroked.
āKuku⦠Fine, Iāll contact Clara so letās have a lunch a little earlierā
ā⦠P l e a s eā
His laugh made me even more embarrassed.
Still, because itās the truth Iāve become hungry I nodded my head, and to deal the final blow I was stroked with cute, cute .
Call for Clara and eat the lunch.
āāāā Then, the match starts.
⦠Sorry, Freed.
Iāll use whatever means I can.
āāāā I donāt feel like being a captive just yet.