Chapter: A Husband's Vow, A Kingdom's Cry
As the twin voices of Suzine and Gianna whispered "Darling" and "Husband," a soft chime echoed in Dian's mind.
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[Ding!]
[New Feature Triggered – Emotional Resonance]
[Condition: Induce fluttering hearts through words or intimacy]
[+10 Love Points Earned – 5 from Gianna, 5 from Suzine]
[Total Balance: 11 L.P]
[Emotional Link Strengthening: Moderate → High]
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Dian's smile deepened as the glowing blue screen faded from view. The system's gift—one it had hinted at only moments ago in the hallway—was already proving fruitful. But it wasn't just the points. It was their smiles—radiant, pure, deeply his.
He took a calm breath and strode forward.
As soon as his polished boots clicked against the marble near the table, Leon—ever the soldier—rose from his seat. A nobleman's gesture. Or more accurately… a recognition of rank.
Dian's eyes flicked toward him—sharp yet composed. He offered a short nod.
"You may sit."
Leon did, shoulders tense, teeth grinding behind his smile.
But Dian didn't spare him another glance. His path led only to the two waiting souls beside his throne-like chair.
He leaned gently down, placing a soft kiss upon Suzine's right cheek. A quiet gasp escaped her lips, a blush blooming instantly.
Before Gianna could react, he did the same to her—lingering just a second longer.
She nearly dropped her fork.
Leon stood immediately. "Excuse me. I… think I need a walk."
Before anyone could object, he turned on his heel and left the hall, his footsteps clipped and sharp. The doors shut behind him with an audible thud.
Dian didn't flinch.
"Well," he said as he took his seat at the head of the table, "I hope the food is still warm."
Suzine giggled. "It's been waiting only for you."
Dinner began—and the hall bloomed with warmth. Laughter, shared bites, teasing words. Suzine fed Dian a small spoonful of creamy fruit dessert. Gianna offered a slice of glowing starmelon. Dian, in return, poured wine for both, earning faint kisses on his hand from either side.
But beneath Gianna's smile… something stirred.
She tried to hide it, but not from Dian.
His sharp eyes caught it—a fleeting shadow behind her laughter. Her hands fidgeted more than usual. Her voice dipped when she wasn't speaking directly to him.
He reached for his goblet but paused, focusing on Gianna.
"Wifey," he said gently.
She froze.
Before she could find the words, Suzine—sitting beside her—reached out, clasped her hand, and gave an encouraging nod.
That was all Gianna needed.
She inhaled, steadying herself, and turned toward her husband.
"Husband… can I ask something?"
His eyes softened. He placed the goblet down, folded his hands, and leaned slightly forward.
"Anything."
Her throat trembled. "I… I want to visit the Kingdom of Elves. My home. It's been so long since I saw my mother. My sisters. And I don't think they know about me being rescued… or our marriage."
For a heartbeat, silence reigned.
Dian didn't blink. Just watched her.
Gianna's gaze faltered. Maybe she'd asked something wrong. Maybe—
But suddenly, her chin was cupped gently by two warm hands.
Dian stood before her, his touch firm yet soothing, his face inches from hers.
"My wifey," he whispered. "That's all?"
Her eyes widened.
"You only had to say it once. And I would've moved the stars to take you home."
But before Gianna could react, a voice rang in Dian's head.
"Host, isn't that line a little bit too cringe?"
The system again commented sarcastically.
But Gianna... her lips trembled, eyes misting.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"We'll go. The Kingdom of Elves… okay?"
Just then, standing silently like a shadow beside the table, Jones stirred.
Dian noticed it immediately. A subtle shift. A flicker of tension.
But his mind ran. Something that could make even Jones stir...
He didn't comment—yet.
Instead, he turned, kissed Suzine's cheek once more, and returned to his seat.
Dinner ended with gentle smiles and sleepy eyes. As Suzine and Gianna stood to leave, they paused at the door.
"You're not coming, darling?" Suzine asked.
Dian shook his head. "I need a word with Jones. About our departure for the Kingdom of Elves. Go ahead. I'll be there shortly."
With subtle nods, both left.
The doors closed softly behind them.
Dian's wide smile faded—not gone, but tempered with seriousness.
He spoke. "Jones. What is it?"
The butler took a slow step forward, his tone low. "The Kingdom of Elves… is not stable right now, young lord. It's not safe."
Dian frowned, his eyes turning toward him. "What happened?"
"About two months ago, their queen was poisoned. And still, there's no news about her recovery."
Silence.
Dian's fingers drummed lightly on the table.
"How much time will it take to reach there, the fastest?"
"Three days, my lord. Using the Skybound Route through Vaelspire."
Dian leaned back, calculating.
A month to the Awakening Ceremony. Total six or seven days of travel. One or two days' stay. There will be time left to train after coming back... he thought.
But first I need to stabilize my Supreme Class. Be ready if there's anything...
He stood.
"Prepare for our departure. We leave in three days."
Jones bowed deeply. "Yes, young lord."
Dian paused… then looked at him, voice softer.
"And thank you, Jones."
The butler's eyes flickered—emotion, gratitude, pride… perhaps something older.
Dian turned and left the hall.
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A moment later, the hallway swallowed his footsteps.
Soft blue rays of moonlight, mixed with the candles' yellow-orange glow, gave the halls an eternal calm. Flowers waved softly as a low breeze touched them.
Inside, Dian's steps halted as he reached his room. With a soft push, he opened the doors and shut them quietly behind him.
Dian entered his chamber—
The air was warm. Fragrant. The scent of roses and lavender drifted from the enchanted bath in the adjoining chamber, where steam still curled faintly into the room.
Moonlight spilled across the polished floor, tracing its way past thick velvet drapes and plush rugs. It shimmered on silken sheets and a vast, king-sized bed layered with embroidered pillows.
And there—wrapped in that moonlit hush—lay his wives.
Suzine, already in her nightgown of pale gold, rested on one side of the bed. Her silver hair fanned out like a halo, the lace at her collar gently rising with each breath. Her gaze was soft, unreadable—but undeniably filled with anticipation.
Gianna sat at the edge, brushing her long mint-green hair, her pointed ears twitching ever so slightly. Her back was to him, but she stilled the moment she sensed him enter.
Neither spoke.
They didn't need to.
Dian stepped forward, unfastening the high collar of his dark noble robes. His movements were slow, deliberate—each button a breath, each breath a heartbeat.
Gianna turned first, her green eyes wide, shimmering with emotion. She stood, her brush falling silently to the floor, and took one step forward… then another.
"Husband…" she whispered.
Dian met her in two strides, wrapping her in his arms.
She melted into his embrace, burying her face in his chest. "Thank you," she breathed. "For saying yes."
He ran a hand through her soft hair. "You don't need to thank me," he murmured, his voice deep and low. "I'll take you wherever you wish. You're my wife. My family."
Behind them, the bedsheets shifted.
Suzine rose quietly and padded across the room, barefoot, her nightgown brushing gently against her skin. She slid her arms around Dian from behind, resting her cheek against his back.
"Darling…" Her voice was soft, sweet, sultry.
Dian smiled—genuine, tender.
He turned and opened his arms wider.
Both women came into them naturally, like they belonged there.
And they did.
He kissed Gianna first. Soft and slow. A promise, not a demand.
Then Suzine—longer, deeper. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she leaned in, needing him.
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[Ding!]
A faint blue flicker appeared in the corner of his vision.
[Love Points Gained!]
[Gianna: +15]
[Suzine: +20]
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But he ignored the numbers now.
He guided them gently back to the bed. No rush. No fire—just warmth.
Clothes slipped away like petals on water. Gasps whispered against skin. Hands roamed—tender, discovering, familiar.
And as the blankets fell and the room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and moonlight, Dian activated his skill:
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[Skill Activated – Lust Incarnate]
Amplifies emotional and physical pleasure in partners. Heightens sensitivity. Deepens bond.
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Their moans were breathy, trembling—nearly choked with how much they felt.
He didn't claim them like a conqueror.
He worshipped them like a man in love.
Kisses trailed from collarbones to thighs, back to lips. Fingers interlocked. Heartbeats synced.
Time blurred.
Heaven touched the mortal plane that night.
And when exhaustion finally settled in, the three of them lay entangled in each other's warmth. Gianna curled beside him, her head on his chest. Suzine draped over his other side, fingers tracing circles over his bare skin.
Outside, the wind whispered secrets to the moon.
Inside, everything was still.
Whole.
.
.