Chapter 4 - Subject "Villainess" 4

 This was the stage after everything had heated up, cycled through, and reached an "extreme" conclusion.

“Fueee... you’re horrible...!”

Having finished the act, Eliza had regained a sliver of her composure... ...Or rather, Lady Elisabela, daughter of a Duke.

However, even with her mind cleared, she remained stark naked, staring blankly in a daze.

“How did it come to this... there’s no undoing this now...!”

The reason she was at a total loss was the semen currently overflowing from her "canyon." It was coming out in pulses. Since I had ejaculated five times in a row inside her without pulling out, once the "plug" was removed, there was no stopping it. It overflowed like a literal waterfall.

Spilling from the "hole of life" deep between her thighs and tracing paths down her supple, shapely legs, the semen looked for all the world like the Shiraito Falls.

“So much semen... if this stays inside me, I’ll get pregnant! What on earth am I supposed to do...?!” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Aren't we engaged?”

Between a husband and wife, there's no problem no matter how many children you make. Let’s just raise healthy kids together.

“I told you, there is a proper order to things! Marriage, then sex, then pregnancy! That is the most legitimate flow of the world, and to deviate from it is nothing short of indecent!”

Sex, then pregnancy, then marriage. True, that order does feel like it carries some complications. In the old days, they'd call it a "shotgun wedding." Nowadays, isn't the term "shotgun marriage" or "blessed wedding"?

“High society is strict about these things! ...Even if we hurry and hold the ceremony now, I wonder if we’ll make it in time...?! If the timing looks suspicious and I have to wear a wedding dress with a big stomach, I’ll be the laughingstock of the guests!!” 

“I think they’d just give us even more blessings, wouldn't they?” 

“That is an far too optimistic an assumption!”

Good grief—once the heat of sex cooled down, she went right back to being a difficult noble lady. She was so cute while we were "connected," too.

Though, to be honest, a woman threatening me while naked and covered in semen isn't scary at all.

“Listen well! Since it’s come to this, you are absolutely, definitely, POSITIVELY going to marry me!! If you change your mind halfway through and try to break the engagement... I’ll snip it off!!” 

“Snip what?”

That might be one of those things I'm happier not knowing...

“It’s fine, don't be so anxious... As I’ve said many times, our engagement is a public project involving the entire state. It’s not something that can be overturned by our individual decisions, right?”

As I spoke, I couldn't ignore a flicker of unease crossing my mind.

If this world I reincarnated into really is an Otome game world, then the story should proceed along a certain template.

A Heroine—the center of this world—will appear, and all the major male characters will lose their hearts to her. As the Prince, I’m essentially the main target.

And the role of Elisabela, my fiancée, would be to interfere with the Heroine’s romance, eventually pay the price, and have her engagement broken... the Villainess.

...Indeed.

“Besides, I really do like you, Elisabela. I wouldn't have sex with you on the day we met if I didn't like you.” 

“Oh, you’re such a smooth talker.”

The blonde lady blushing while naked is quite cute.

“If that's the case, please watch how you address me. You’ve gone back to using that distant formal title again.” 

“Eh? Is it okay?” 

“I wasn't just spouting empty nonsense in the heat of sex, you know? I am formally going to be your wife. I want to be called by my name by my husband.”

She said it shyly, but since she was still naked, her eroticism won out over her cuteness. Despite having finished five times already, my "erectile power" was already returning.

“Hiee?! That’s amazing! Lord Alex’s... thing...?!”

Eliza looked visibly frightened.

“I was swept away by the pleasure and didn't notice while we were doing it...?! Was something this thick and vicious-looking really inside me?! A woman’s body is far too incredible!”

I wonder about the logic of that turning into a compliment for herself.

Anyway, for now, it's better to enjoy flirting with the Villainess in front of me rather than worrying about a Heroine who might show up someday. Let’s run full speed toward the horizon.

“At any rate, I suppose our first meeting went well? I didn't think it was possible for things to go too well...?!”

Well, if you settle the engagement and finish with "internal ejaculation sex" on your first meeting, the results are top-tier.

“Then I shall retreat for now. I must return to the mansion immediately and report the success to my parents. I am, after all, carrying the fate of my house as I marry into the Royal Family.”

I suppose so.

I don't intend to fault her for that. Again, this is a political marriage. Following the family's wishes is the primary premise.

However, I had a bone to pick regarding a different point.

“Why are you trying to go home already?” 

“Eh?”

I pulled Eliza back just as she was trying to put her panties back on. I stripped off the panties that were caught on her leg and tossed them aside. I have no use for those yet.

“We’ve finally decided on our engagement and formed a special relationship. Let's stay together longer and nurture a bond befitting that relationship.” 

“Eh? No, but...?! If I stay any longer, it will turn into an overnight stay.” 

“Then an overnight stay it is, right?” 

“WHAAAT?!”

Following her point, I looked out the window; the sun had indeed dipped, and the sky was beginning to darken. It was past the time considered appropriate for an unmarried woman to stay.

“But since we're engaged, it’s 'barely safe'! Even if it's just a plan, we're basically family now, so there's no problem with you staying over! In fact, let’s definitely stay!” 

“Are you serious, Lord Alex?! This was the first time we formally met today. Staying the night on the very same day... wouldn't the rumors be far too scandalous?!”

It's a bit late for that!!

“Alright, then let’s head to my room immediately. Having our 'first experience' on a sofa was a bit rushed. Let's do it properly in a bed. Listen and be amazed—my room has a bed!” 

“Of course it would?! ...Wait? Do you mean to say you intend to do more from now on?! Haven't we done more than enough for today...?!” 

“That’s why the flow is to continue doing it in bed. Prepare yourself, because we're going to keep going all night long.” 

“Noooooo?! Is this what it means to marry into the Royal Family?!”

As a "first meeting" commemorative event, I intended to play with Eliza until her hips gave out and dye her in my own colors. I picked her up in a princess carry to prepare for transport. Now, toward my room—departure from the drawing room!

“Wait! Do you really intend to leave the room like this?! We are stark naked?!”

Well, yeah. Since we’re going to start sex again as soon as we reach my room, it’s a hassle to keep putting clothes on and taking them off, isn't it?

“Don't worry, this is the Palace. If I, the Prince, give the order, I can have the area cleared in an instant. We won't run into anyone on the way to my room.” 

“You really mean to go out into the hallway naked—?!”

If anything, walking while "connected" in a "station lunchbox" style might have been good, too. Anyway, I didn't let Eliza go or let her away, and I spent the whole night ravishing her.

...Affairs of the heart started with words about "physical compatibility," but in the end, such things will harmonize with anyone if you join together dozens of times.

And so, Eliza and I spent about three days non-stop in sexual indulgence.

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A few more days passed...

My engagement to Eliza was formally announced.

The venue for the announcement was a ball hosted by the Royal Family. A grand announcement in the presence of the country's most prominent dignitaries.

“First Prince Alex and Lady Elisabela of the House of Shreiburn are hereby engaged! After a preparation period of several years, the ceremony will be held on an auspicious day, and the two shall formally become husband and wife!” 

“Long live the Crown Prince!” 

“Long live the future Crown Princess!”

As expected of an engagement between the local Prince and the daughter of a Great Duke who boasted the next greatest power. Grand applause erupted as we were showered with blessings.

Since the ball was also a place for social interaction among the nobles, the conversation quickly became dominated by us.

To pluck out a few of those comments...

“The Duke’s daughter as the future Queen... the house is secure, a truly joyous occasion...” 

“That means the power structure within the country won't change for the next twenty years. Isn't that dangerous in its own way?” 

“Indeed, they say stagnant water turns murky easily...”

While saying such "appropriate" things...

“But being a noble’s daughter is a difficult thing. If it’s for the sake of the house, you must marry whoever you’re told, regardless of your own feelings.” 

“I wonder how Lady Elisabela, engaged to Prince Alex, truly feels. Well, since she’s promised the role of future Queen, she might be happy about that point.” 

“One must not seek love in a noble marriage. That goes for the newlyweds as well.” 

“Even more so for a future King and Queen. Their abilities and family status are beyond reproach, so asking for their hearts to be in sync as well is simply asking too much.” 

“Though as subjects, we would like to see a King and Queen who are a devoted couple.”

They were talking however they pleased.

Shut up, this is a political marriage after all. Political dynamics take priority over feelings.

Therefore, the stars of the night... Eliza and I weren't necessarily in love. Rather, they surely believed that love wouldn't conveniently bloom in such a perfect, pedigree-based pairing.

In reality...

“Lord Alex ❤️❤️” 

“What is it?” 

“I love you, ufufu ❤️❤️”

We were broadcasting an air so sickly sweet it could create sugar in a vacuum. That was us, the freshly announced engaged couple.

From the start of the ball through the announcement and up to this point, Eliza had been clinging to my arm, her body pressed against mine. In such a formal setting, she didn't let go for a moment.

Even a brand-new "idiot couple" wouldn't be this hot and heavy. Well, we are a brand-new couple, though.

“Ufufu, here, Lord Alex, say ‘aahn’ ❤️❤️” 

“A-Aahn...?!” 

“Ufufufu... ❤️❤️”

This is the result of ravishing her non-stop for three days and nights from our first meeting.

the Villainess who entered into an engagement purely for politics has now become my magnificent lover.

This display of "passionate love" drew interest from the surroundings, garnering gazes filled with bewilderment. Or, some might take this flirting as an act to broadcast national stability. There are those who can shake hands with an enemy while hiding their true feelings and wearing a flawless smile.

Whether Eliza and I are that type of person—feel free to keep observing throughout the party.

“Ufufu... the tacticians of high society seem very curious about our relationship.”

Eliza had noticed the gazes from the surroundings as well. She seemed to have been "love-addled" by the repeated sex, but the intellect she was disciplined with as a Duke’s daughter wouldn't be clouded by such a small thing.

A woman who can accurately read the situation she is placed in and even enjoy her recognized position. I suppose one cannot serve as a Villainess without being that clever and "wicked."

“Are we truly in love, or is it just an act? They are desperate to read us. Isn't it a rather interesting diversion to have so many suspicious gazes concentrated on us?” 

“Our feelings shouldn't have anything to do with those guys anyway.”

I spoke in a low voice so those around us couldn't hear.

“That is not true. If our relationship were truly cold, then Lord Alex’s heart would still belong to no one. In that case, there would be plenty of value in sending in their own daughters to aim for the role of consort.”

Ah, I hate the power struggles of nobles. I want to enjoy sex with a completely empty head. Why do they always try to make me think about such unnecessary things?

“It definitely feels better to just become an idiot and crave each other without thinking of anything, right?” 

“Yes... thanks to you, I too have come to understand how to enjoy sex. Being in such a formal place, I find myself longing for it immediately... for your 'thing'...”

Eliza spoke into my ear, as if blowing a breath into it. That intimate distance made those around us imagine an even more unusual relationship.

“To welcome it inside me.” 

“Mmm, not quite good enough.” 

“WHAAAT?!”

Well, I’m happy with Eliza’s feelings in wanting to have sex with me. ...But it’s the way she said it.

As expected, Eliza, who only lost her virginity the other day, is still clumsy with her sexual techniques. To lead a richer sex life as a couple from now on, I need her to become even more "lewd."

“In that case... I’d like her help.”

Since this is a ball where the elite of the country's nobility show their faces, she should surely be present.

“Eliza, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to.” 

“Very well. It is a wife’s duty to know her husband’s social circle.”

It’s a bit frightening to have it known too thoroughly. Regardless, the person I want to introduce Eliza to tonight is...

The Countess of Wilstark.

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