Footsteps echoed through the long hallways of Skyster estats, soft blue ray's coming through glass windows, mixed under the lanterns soft light.
Lightninh the hallways with otherworldly glow.
Echos of footsteos faded as, three figures halted their steps infront of a big door, after making their way through the hallways.
'Creaak'.
The heavy doors opened.
Dian entered, flanked by his two wives—Suzine on his right, Gianna on his left.
The flickering candlelight from ornate chandeliers cast soft golden hues across the marbled floor and stone pillars, but the true radiance in the hall wasn't from flame or magic. It was from him.
The maids working in quiet rhythm stilled, their eyes drawn to the trio like moths to fire. Their breath hitched in their throats, and subtle blushes colored their cheeks.
Some almost dropped cutlery... barely holding
Others stood frozen, their hands pressed to their aprons as Dian's gaze swept the room with unknowing elegance.
His black hair caught the candlelight like silk in shadow, his brown eyes warm and commanding. He wasn't a boy in their eyes anymore—he was the lord of the Skyster family, seated in the prime of his youth… and surrounded by two ethereal women.
Gianna, with her soft green hair, eyes gleaming with gentle affection.
Suzine, with her icy blue locks, her cool beauty softened only when near him.
The sight of them together was enough to make hearts flutter.
Dian offered a polite smile. "You're all doing well," he said softly, voice like velvet wrapped in quiet authority.
That snapped the staff out of their daze.
"Y-Yes, Young Lord!" they responded in harmony, rushing back to their duties with lowered gazes and red cheeks.
Dian and the others approached the long brownwood table in the center of the room. With a graceful motion, he pulled out the central chair—larger and more ornate than the rest—and sat at the head.
Suzine and Gianna followed, each settling beside him on either side.
He looked at them with a gentle smile. "Looks like I'm surrounded by beauty tonight."
Gianna giggled with a shy expression, brushing her hair behind her ear. Suzine smirked, her lips curling mischievously. "You're always surrounded, darling. But today you're mine first."
Dian a little surprised by her statement and that glint in her eyes, chuckled. "Let's eat firs, we have a long night before us for that."
Within moments, silver trays floated in through the enchanted hallway doors. The head maid, sensing the occasion, had gone all out. Spiced wild boar roast, baked root vegetables glazed with honey, mana-rich fruit salad, and a light broth boiled with rare herbs.
Dian took a bite. The flavors exploded in his mouth, but what warmed him more was the *sound* around the table.
Suzine and Gianna laughed as they exchanged stories—mostly Gianna recounting their journey, from her being rescued by Dian, as a beauty in distress. Waking her up with a kiss like in fantasy stories,
To their first night sleeping together and their sudden but heartwarming vows for each other, their marriage.
"So." Suzine asked. " Who was the first one to propose."
A moment of silence, glances exchanged and...
"Offcourse, it was – him." Gianna answered, a deep blush on her face.
"Oh?...Is that so?" Dian questioned, amused
Both women looked at him, then at each other, and burst out laughing again.
It was strange—how something so simple could feel so *whole*. Dian sat there, quietly chewing, enjoying his new life to it's fullest. Warm. Loved. Belonging.
But seeing them, some emotion strongly erupted in his chest. To protect, them, their smiles, these moments.
His mind alredy making plans for his training and gaining experience, as the system suggested.
But then Suzine tilted her head, looking at Dian with a glint in her eye. "You know… you fed Gianna during your stay in Silia Town, didn't you?"
He paused, caught mid-sip of his mana tea. "...I have."
Gianna flushed, eyes flickering to her plate.
"Well…" Suzine leaned closer, placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand, "I want a bite too."
Dian raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking, or ordering?"
Suzine smirked. "Both."
Dian surprised again, taken aback by her words and statements. His eyes momentarily going towards Gianna, is it because of her..? Or because of being separated for this long.
He thought.
Skakint his head, with a smile on his face. He picked up a tender slice of mana-infused roast, lifting it toward her.
"Open up, my lady."
Suzine obediently leaned forward, lips parting slightly as she accepted the bite. Her gaze never left his, and when she chewed, she moaned lightly—exaggerated just enough to make Gianna blush again.
"Now it's only fair," Dian said, turning to Gianna. "You too."
He fed her next, and this time, her face flushed bright pink.
Like that, the dinner turned into a shared ritual—small bites passed between them, touches lingering longer, laughs echoing softer. The tension from the world outside couldn't reach them here.
They weren't a noble lord and his political matches.
They were simply… a family.
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But eventually, the plates emptied, and the moment slowed.
As Dian leaned back with a satisfied sigh, he felt hands on his shoulders.
"You're not going anywhere," Suzine said, smiling.
Gianna mirrored her, standing up and smoothing her dress. "You'll join us in five minutes."
He blinked. "Is that a request?"
"No," they both said at once.
They left with soft footsteps and fluttering dresses, their giggles fading into the hallway. Dian sat there, blinking at the empty table, before a smirk curved his lips.
It's definitely because of Gianna... He thought. "Five minutes, huh…"
A *chime* rang in his mind.
"I must say, Host… you're living quite the life." the system purred.
"You feeling left out?."
"Slightly."
Dian stood, stretching his arms, and began walking through the castle hall, past the flickering lights, toward the chambers. His pace slowed near his door. His smile was lazy, excited.
Then he opened it.
And halted.
The candlelight inside the room shimmered—casting golden hues over two figures waiting near the bed.
Suzine, in a sheer blue nightgown that clung like water to her curves, eyes gleaming with longing and something bold.
Gianna, in a silky green nighty that hugged her figure—softer, gentler, but those assets she carried... Gods...Her face flushed, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
Both of them were visions from another world.
Dian exhaled slowly, a heat blooming in his chest.
"...You two look so beautiful..."
Suzine smiled. "Now come on..."
Gianna blushed, but stepped closer. "We waited…"
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That night, love bloomed under the warm candlelight.
First, Dian took Suzine into his arms.
" I have waited." Suzine spoke, longing in her voice, as she filled her nostrills with Dian's smell.
" Not anymore, dear". Dian answered her laying her on the bed, with himself atop.
'Mummpphhhh'
Sloppy, hungry, needy, and raw sounds of kissing filled the room.
Their bodies moving in rhythm, like a dance written only for them. She gasped his name again and again, her back arching with every touch, every kiss. She clung to him like a woman starved of affection—and he gave her everything.
By the time she got exhausted and fell asleep, breath shallow, skin glistening in sweat, moonlight painting her soft curves,— it was past midnight.
Dian turned towards Gianna, his manhood still roaring as if can continue for ages.
Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes shone with trust.
"It's my first time…" she whispered.
"I know," Dian said, brushing a thumb along her cheek. "We will take it slow. Don't worry."
She nodded, slowly climbing into his arms.
What began as gentle and nervous quickly changed. Something in her shifted mid-way—her eyes burning with bold desire. She clutched his shoulders, whispered promises, even took the lead once. Fierce. Unrelenting.
A Love Tyrant.
Dian didn't know exactly what trigger that, but he had a idea. Her title — Love Tyrant.
But he wasn't sad, shocked or depressed, he looked more happy...?
Dian matched her rhythm, kissed her deeply, and whispered her name until her soft moans melted into the silence of dawn.
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By the time it was over, the sky outside had begun to brighten.
Dian lay there, arms draped over both women—Suzine on one side, Gianna on the other. They snuggled against him, their breathing even, smiles of deep contentment on their lips.
He looked at them.
At peace.
Loved.
He kissed each of them softly—forehead first, then cheek—and carefully slid out from under the covers.
He stood near the window as the early morning sunlight spilled through, painting his bare torso in gold.
He turned once more, watching his wives sleep. Beautiful… he thought.
He didn't wake them.
They deserved the rest.
But what he didn't know… was that far beyond the forest road, *a carriage was nearing the estate gates*. Its sigils burned royal blue. Its speed was fast. Too fast for diplomacy.
And inside… sat a man, strikinky handsome one.