09.

Even though the brilliant sunlight was illuminating every corner of the world, the two people who wanted to defy that natural truth were still entwined as one.

“Ah. Luke… there…”

Lucas, touching the entrance that was still soft and relaxed from their love-making just a few hours ago, kissed her cheek. Then, he climbed on top of her and smiled with narrowed eyes.

Normally, she would have glared at him and pushed him away, but today she wrapped her arms around his neck. He willingly lowered his head to capture her lips, entwining his tongue with hers and rubbing it slowly.

Noticing the sweetness mixed with her moans, he delved deeper into her.

“Hah.”

“Phew. Rosie. Relax.”

Although she was soft and relaxed down below, it wasn’t enough to take him all at once. Still, she was already so wet that she would soon get used to it. After all, his seed from yesterday was still inside her, filling her up.

The two had taken a three-day leave to fulfill their most significant duty and responsibility, planning not to leave the bed during that time.

They had been extremely busy for a while. The reason, of course, was ‘cleaning.’ Lucas, having felt many things from Rosaline’s story, began to eliminate the more aggressive elements among his enemies, who he had only been monitoring until then.

Since Lucas was famous, he had many enemies. The remnants of the kingdoms he had conquered, nobles from the factions opposed to the Emperor or the neutral factions, mages who purely pursued strength, warriors who claimed mages could never defeat knights, and even dark mages. There were many who targeted him.

Among them, who was the lunatic that targeted Rosaline? After pondering, Lucas decided there was no answer and resolved to clean up everyone equally. Starting with the most reckless ones first.

He began by dealing with the royal family members of fallen kingdoms who were waging guerrilla warfare. Next, he eliminated the nobles who sent assassins after him, and destroyed the dark mage guild. He thoroughly dealt with those who manufactured that terrible poison and those who bought and possessed it.

When the resentment turned into fear, and it was clear that no one had the will to oppose Lucas anymore, he finished the cleaning.

Then he started the long-postponed task—having an heir.

His massive c**k pushed and rubbed against the spot just below her womb, as if it was trying to find its place. Unlike his beast-like lower body, his pure, wet voice continuously confessed his love in her ear. That voice was like a drug, bringing her to climax just from his loving whispers.

Why does my man even have such a lovely voice? But Lucas was not one to stop just because Rosaline had climaxed. His overflowing stamina made him press her thin waist tightly and pound into her madly, using the gushing love juices as lubricant.

His c**k, filling her so completely that she could feel even the throbbing veins, rubbed against her inner walls so intensely that it felt like her insides were boiling. It might not have been an illusion, as her brain felt like mush, turning her into a fool.

Rosaline was completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.

“Rosie, relax. It’s too tight.”

Rosaline wanted to argue that Lucas was too big, but she didn’t have the energy. His c**k, stimulated by her inner walls’ continuous mild climaxes, was growing even larger without any sense of guilt.

Unable to keep his sanity, Lucas licked and bit her br*easts, which bounced with his thrusts. He left more marks on her skin, already covered with red bruises, making it impossible to see its original color.

He cast a healing spell to ensure she wouldn’t feel pain, but he didn’t erase the marks. He wanted his affectionate expressions to remain on her body for a long time.

He thrust deeply and then pulled back until only the tip was visible. With the red flesh coming out, his seed, which had been pooling inside her, spilled out onto the bed. The puddle on the bed seemed too precious to waste.

“Rosie, how can you let this spill out?”

“Uh, uh, hah, ah!”

“There’s no helping it, then.”

Lucas’s voice, as he scolded Rosaline, held no anger. It was filled with affection, a hint of playfulness, and a thick possessiveness. However, she wasn’t in the state to recognize it. She was barely holding on with her mental strength.

The reason she, a normal person, not a mage, knight, or spiritist, could endure was simple.

“A child who resembles Rosie would be so beautiful.”

Every time Lucas mentioned having a child, her ears perked up. Even though she couldn’t understand or focus on his words, she reacted solely to the word ‘child.’ She genuinely desired a child this much. He had been wasting time, ignoring her sincere wish. Filled with remorse, he moved his hips more actively.

He intended to conceive a child within these three days. He couldn’t make her wait any longer. He had finished all the cleaning to coincide with her ovulation period.

Lucas genuinely looked forward to the child they would create and she would bear. When he received the title of Grand Duke, he hadn’t thought of having a wife or children. He couldn’t imagine being interested in or affectionate towards anyone other than his parents and brother. So how could he explain the current situation if not as a miracle?

He had found someone he wanted without considering the consequences, almost making an irreparable mistake due to his stupidity and selfishness. Despite causing significant harm in the process of making things right, he had been forgiven.

Ah, what a beautiful miracle this is.

“I love you, Rosie.”

“I love you too.”

Her reciprocation of his confession, her eyes naturally closing when he cupped her cheek, the mingling breaths between their lips—all of it was a miracle and a source of emotion.

And on that day, a new miracle was conceived, though no one knew it yet.

— <I Thought It Was An Arraged Marriage> The End.