Vincent’s Past.

Cairo Schneider Pest, 12 years old.

Cairo received his sword training well, but he constantly ran away from other studies. To torment the noble tutors who came to teach him, he always disappeared right on schedule. Honestly, he didn’t want to relearn things from teachers when he already knew them all.

‘So annoying. Why do I have to listen to things I already know?’

Of course, the teachers gave him practical stories about moral responsibility and what happens when those principles are applied in society, but Cairo didn’t want to hear it.

That day was especially bad because it was Pest’s grand festival.

‘I heard lots of people from other countries are coming to the ball!’

Cairo felt wronged that he alone had to receive education from teachers on this festival day. When he headed to the ballroom, delicious smells assaulted his nose.

‘Hmm. Indeed. The royal chef’s skills are the best.’

Delicious food. A new atmosphere. New people. Everything excited Cairo, who knew nothing beyond Pest. He had a servant steal some pepper powder. Then he entered the ballroom and sprinkled it over the food arranged buffet-style.

‘I’m already excited to see how everyone reacts. Hehe.’

It was a childish prank, but serious enough that the royal chef’s head could roll. Of course, Cairo didn’t know that. The servant fidgeted anxiously beside him. Whenever Cairo did something wrong, the servant of the same age always got beaten.

[Lord Cairo. You should really refrain from that…]

[Shut up.]

The servant closed his mouth. Just then, someone blocked Cairo’s path. Cairo frowned. She was a beautiful girl with shining silver hair and blue eyes. She looked about 6 or 7 years old.

[You can’t do that! Dummy!]

[Ha… Who are you calling a dummy? You little thing!]

Cairo flicked the child’s head. The child’s eyes welled with tears and her mouth trembled like she was about to cry.

[Waaah…!]

Before things got noisy, Cairo covered the child’s mouth. Then he dragged her to a sofa and sat her down. He looked around, found a lollipop, and gave it to her.

Only then did the silver-haired girl quiet down. Cairo tried to leave to resume his prank, but the girl blocked his way.

[What are you…?]

No one ever blocked his path. Even when they knew he was playing pranks, servants and maids didn’t dare make eye contact with him. Noble girls would blush and bow their heads or run away, yet this young girl boldly confronted him. It was absurd. And…

‘Why is she so pretty?’

With tears welling in her blue eyes, she looked even more beautiful. Cairo unconsciously raised his hand and touched the child’s silver hair. Her scent rushing in briefly paralyzed him. The child stared at Cairo intently.

[Mister…]

[Mister?]

[…You’re handsome. Will you be my husband?]

[Ha…]

‘The little thing has good taste.’

Cairo looked down at the bold girl. He pinched her soft cheek with his fingers and stretched it out.

[What are you? Are you some princess? How dare you ask me to be your husband? Do you know who I am?]

[Owww]

The girl’s mouth stretched sideways ridiculously. Tears welled up again, seemingly from pain. Seeing tears form in those blue eyes that looked like the sea made him want to make her cry more.

‘Marriage…’

He had to have an engagement ceremony when he turned 15. His parents would probably choose his bride arbitrarily. He had no interest in such things. The dress the child wore had almost no jewels.

If she were a noble, even cheap small jewels would be embedded in the dress, but she seemed miserably poor. She wasn’t even wearing any accessories.

‘A lower-class noble, I suppose. I don’t know who her parents are, but she’s nowhere near qualified to be my bride.’

[Come back when you’re older. Okay? Then I’ll at least make you a concubine.]

[Conkubine? Does that mean I can become mister’s bride?]

When the girl got so happy, Cairo felt a twinge of guilt. He smiled awkwardly.

[…Yeah.]

[Yay! Then promise my parents!]

[What?]

This could trap him if he wasn’t careful. How could such a young child be so cunning? As expected, even lower-class nobles are still nobles! 

The child grabbed Cairo’s hand firmly. Her white, transparent, smooth hand gently wrapped around his hardened hand trained by swordsmanship. As the child came closer, a sweet scent like strawberries wafted over.

Cairo shook off the child’s hand. The child looked at him with deep disappointment.

[Why?]

[…W-well.]

Cairo’s heart pounded. His face turned completely red. The servant standing beside him blinked at him. Cairo grabbed his own heart and muttered internally for it to stop beating. The servant asked worriedly.

[Lord Cairo. Are you ill?]

[N… nothing’s wrong.]

Cairo looked at the child staring at him. Her flowing silver hair cascaded to her shoulders. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, candy in her mouth.

[Mister. Does it hurt?]

Was the word “mister” always such a sweet sound? When the child spoke, it seemed to smell like cookies. And she smiled innocently and said,

[Now I have three husbands. Hehe. My friend, mister, and… that man over there. I’m going to live with all of them.]

[Ha…]

The man the little girl pointed at was Duke Gabriel. Gabriel saw the child and Cairo, then waved his hand.

At the little girl’s words, the servant chuckled and looked at Cairo, and Cairo felt deeply insulted in that moment. He felt like a fool for responding seriously to the little girl’s words, even momentarily.

[You…!]

Anger boiled over.

‘How dare you insult me, a prince! Do you think I’ll let this slide just because you’re young!’

[Throw you in prison right…!]

Before he could finish, a maid came and picked up the child. The maid grumbled.

[No! Young lady! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What if I’d lost you?]

The maid was a woman who’d followed to the ball to seduce palace nobles. She was supposed to protect the child but had disappeared with a man. Yet now she was blaming the child. The maid bowed to Cairo, then disappeared carrying the girl.

Cairo stood dazed for a moment, then chased after where the maid had gone. Come to think of it, wasn’t today a festival day? 

It was a ball where not just Pest nobles but nobles from other countries came too.

‘That child! I need to at least learn her name!’

Cairo felt desperate. She was an impudent child, but pretty. When she grows up, he’ll keep her by his side, even as a concubine.

But he didn’t know her name. Only that she had silver hair and blue eyes. And that she was an innocent, foolish girl who suited tears.

‘What? She’ll live with three husbands?’

He should add impudent personality too.

[…Where is she? Where are you!]

He searched the entire ballroom, but she wasn’t visible. Pest nobles recognized him and cleared the way. The servant was out of breath, panting beside him.

[D*mn it!]

Cairo threw the container of pepper powder on the ground. Gabriel picked it up and looked down at him.

[Your Highness. …Were you playing pranks again? Really.]

[Gabriel!]

Come to think of it, the silver-haired girl had pointed at Gabriel. Cairo asked him desperately.

[That girl with silver hair and blue eyes! Do you know who she is?]

Gabriel shook his head with a dumb expression.

[No. Was there such a child?]

[Ugh.]

He should ask someone who’d know. Gabriel had no interest in anything but swordsmanship when it came to women. Even if he saw that child, he’d forget her the moment he turned around.

Gabriel picked Cairo up. As Gabriel gave him a piggyback ride, Cairo took the opportunity to look around. The silver-haired girl was leaving the ballroom holding the maid’s hand.

[Huh? …Hey! Over there!]

[Come. Let’s go, Your Highness. The teachers must be getting another headache. About Your Highness not studying.]

[No! Gabriel! The girl…! Her name!]

[Haha. Your Highness. You shouldn’t be so eager from now on. When you grow up, women will naturally follow you.]

Cairo watched helplessly as the girl left the ballroom.

* * *

Vincent stretched. He’d dreamed of his childhood after a long time. A peaceful moment, not a nightmare. He looked at Cordelia’s n*ked body sleeping beside the bed.

He pressed his nose against her rounded shoulder and smelled her scent. A sweet body fragrance of cookies and strawberries. The girl he’d searched for since childhood was right beside him. Cordelia mumbled in her sleep.

“Mmm…”

“Cordelia.”

Her small mouth moved like she was dreaming of eating candy. Vincent put his finger in Cordelia’s mouth. Munch munch. She licked his finger deliciously like candy.

Her face hadn’t changed much from childhood. The more he looked, the more she resembled that child from long ago. He’d been certain when he saw the face of the maid who’d taken her from the Rossi estate.

Vincent didn’t mind being the only one who remembered their first meeting. Because he’d obtained her.

‘But it’s somewhat vexing. She said she’d live with three husbands, didn’t she?’

He pulled his finger from Cordelia’s mouth and inserted his tongue. Vincent’s tongue swam through Cordelia’s mouth, sucking up her saliva.

“Haa…”

When he licked her br*asts, br*ast milk kept flowing. When he squeezed with his hand, thin streams of milk spurted out. He greedily sucked her br*ast milk hard. Cordelia, now awake, was looking at him. Her face turned bright red.

“Mmm. Vin…cent.”

“Cordelia. You’re awake?”

Vincent and Cordelia were both n*ked after a session. He spread her legs and Vincent shoved his member inside her without warning. Cordelia screamed.

“Mmm…!”

“Cordelia. Haa…”

Vincent squeezed out her br*ast milk with his hand. Her br*asts were covered in milk, so he licked it up. Cordelia’s body shook.

“Vincent… That hurts.”

Cordelia really felt sore there. As he’d promised, after two weeks passed, they’d mixed their bodies frantically. As his member passed through, something hot scraped her vaginal walls, stinging like a wound. Vincent ignored her words. He thr*st into her more forcefully.

“Ah…! Ahh…!”

“Cordelia. When you were young, you approached me first.”

“…Huh?”

“Right?”

At his words, Cordelia thought of the palace ball she’d gone to with Lisa. Back then, at Lisa’s request, she’d delivered Lisa’s letter to him. She nodded.

“Mmm.”

Vincent chuckled at Cordelia’s face. She really didn’t know. Probably most people don’t remember such childhood memories as they grow up.

When Vincent raced inside her more forcefully, Cordelia’s body shook too. Vincent seemed to be trying to say something, but she didn’t know what. 

Cordelia just watched Vincent, sweating and enjoying himself as he pounded into her.

‘A beautiful… beast.’

He took her like a beautiful beast. As tears flowed from Cordelia’s eyes, his movements became even rougher. She liked him now much better than before her regression.

‘Back then… he was cute in his own way though.’

Cordelia chuckled. At her laughter, Vincent’s eyebrows rose.

“…You’re laughing? What are you thinking about in this situation?”

When he was using all his strength to satisfy her. Vincent squeezed her br*asts painfully. When he squeezed hard, br*ast milk spurted out like a stream and hit Vincent’s face. Vincent stuck out his tongue and drank it.

“Mmm…!”

Cordelia couldn’t think of anything with his rough movements. She just felt good being in his arms right now.

“I love you, Vincent…! Ahh…!”

At her words, Vincent smiled and stopped moving momentarily to look down at her. He said arrogantly,

“You loved me first, Cordelia.”

“Mmm…”

Cordelia’s face turned red with embarrassment. That was true since she was 15. No, since the moment she first saw him. She felt embarrassed anew that he knew.

“You’re also the one who said you’d make me your husband.”

“What? Ah…!”

Ignoring Cordelia’s question, Vincent resumed moving. Cordelia closed her eyes, watching the shaking ceiling. She loved him, and he loved her.

fin.