Suddenly, Lovia came to mind. A woman backed by a great family that could even crush her, the Grand Duke’s wife. If he was going to make her this miserable, he should have just married that woman instead.
“Bastard.”
Belita pulled the blanket up to the top of her head and let the tears flow enough to wet her cheeks. Instead of wiping her tears, both hands embraced her lower abdomen. An unwelcomed child and an unloved mother. Now they only had each other to lean on.
* * *
Font, who had arrived at Rian’s study first, wore a serious expression. He couldn’t forget Belita’s hurt expression. Soon, Font frowned as he saw Rian entering the study after changing his clothes. No matter how you looked at it, he couldn’t understand his friend who got angry at the news that his wife was carrying his child, and he was worried in a different way.
As if asking him to say something, Rian sat down in front of Font who was staring at him, and let out a long sigh while placing both hands on his forehead. Font couldn’t understand what the problem was. Even though it wasn’t a normal marriage, the Grand Ducal couple seemed to have been getting along well as husband and wife without any problems.
He had clearly shown signs of obsession with her as his two personalities split distinctly. But even Font hadn’t expected him to react like this.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me…”
“……Huh, is she really pregnant?”
“……Perhaps… you didn’t want it?”
“Haah……”
Rian’s expression was far from normal as he rubbed his face and leaned back against the sofa. Font carefully observed his friend and started the conversation.
“Your wife will be very hurt.”
“……”
“She’s emotionally unstable right now, and what you did earlier would have hurt her deeply.”
“Font.”
“Yes.”
“What is this feeling?”
“……What?”
Rian’s mood seemed a bit different from before. His expression was still coldly frozen, but he seemed a bit calmer than before? Font waited for Rian to speak. Rian, who had been moving his lips without sound, muttered in a self-deprecating tone.
“It’s my child…. It’s true that my wife is carrying my child…. Why does it feel like it’s not my child?”
“What!? What do you mean by that?”
“I……”
Seeing Rian hanging his head, Font thought he knew who he was. It seemed his personality had changed while he was changing clothes. But he couldn’t understand what he was saying at all.
“With my wife, just twice……”
“?”
“That is…. I’ve only slept with her twice……”
“You crazy bastard. I did it! That means you did it too! Make some sense when you whine if you want me to understand!”
“Ha!”
Font stuck out his tongue at Rian’s sudden fierce transformation. It was the second time he had witnessed this, but it was still a scene he couldn’t get used to. Rian, with his personality changed again, glared and asked.
“Font. Ignore what this bastard said. Anyway, is she really pregnant?”
“Yes. But why did you come out like that? According to you, it’s your child.”
“Haah….. Tell me honestly.”
“What.”
“Tsk.”
With an annoyed expression, Rian clicked his tongue and held back his words for a moment, gnawing on his lips. Not satisfied with that, he showed signs of impatience, uncharacteristically shaking his legs and displaying anxiety.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Well, you see…. That is…… Haah……”
“Just say it!”
“Is s*x not allowed now?”
“……What? You crazy—”
“No, that’s not what I meant! Haah…. I did it yesterday too. I came inside multiple times…… I thrust deep enough to reach the womb…… Ahem. What if my c*ck hit the baby’s head,”
“Ha! Now I’ve heard everything. Do I have to listen to your f*cking stories too?”
Font’s face distorted grotesquely. He rolled his eyes as if he had heard something horrific. Had he ever been this dumbfounded in his entire life…? Though he was his friend, he was truly pathetic. Font stuck out his tongue at Rian’s serious expression. The psychological states of the two personalities sharing the same body were in the same state for different reasons…. How should he explain this?
“Huh…. So you’re worried that you might have greeted your baby’s head with your c*ck, and the other one feels like it’s not his child because he only came twice?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t an illusion that they seemed to answer simultaneously. Had his condition worsened? He wasn’t this stupid before.
“Huh, alright. I’ll give you an answer. Who wants to hear first?”
“Me!”
Font found himself feeling especially sorry for the Grand Duchess today as he watched Rian’s facial muscles twitch, his eyebrows quivering, and his face turning red and blue. What sin had she committed to marry such a man? Tsk, tsk.
“Forget it! Both of you listen.”
“Okay.”
“Even one ej*culation is enough for pregnancy to be possible. So whether it’s the sperm of the deficient one or the crazy one, something made a baby. Don’t think it might not be yours because the frequency was low. If both of you bastards put effort into coming together, it might have penetrated in one go.”
“Hmm….”
Font almost burst out laughing at Rian’s expression as he nodded seriously and listened attentively while Font was speaking sarcastically. Rian’s behavior, like a machine with a loose screw, was both unfamiliar and refreshing.
‘Is it because of his wife…? Somehow he seems a bit more human?’
“Then why aren’t you answering my question?”
“I was about to. You especially need to listen carefully.”
“……Okay.”
“You didn’t know until yesterday, so it couldn’t be helped, but be careful from now on. It was almost dangerous.”
“What?”
Seeing his friend’s surprised expression with eyes as big as saucers, Font felt like all the accumulated indigestion was clearing up. Font frowned with an expression that suggested something really serious had almost happened and bit the inside of his cheek hard. It was killing him to hold back the laughter that kept trying to burst out. Still, as if trying to get revenge for all the trouble Rian had caused him, he maintained a serious expression and spoke in an even more grave tone.
“You! You know how hard your c*ck gets when it’s er*ect, right?”
“Yes.”
“On the other hand, a baby’s head doesn’t even have bones yet, so it’s soft and mushy. What do you think would happen if you stabbed that small head with your c*ck? It would be punctured in an instant. What do you think would happen to the baby then?”
Rian’s face turned ashen. His eyes became hollow, and his focus disappeared as if his soul had left his body. Even though it was just the beginning of the embryo’s development, Rian truly looked guilty, as if his c*ck had actually poked the baby’s head.
Just as Font’s mouth corners were twitching at the thought that Rian actually believed this nonsense, he barely managed to maintain his expression when Rian suddenly leaned forward and asked urgently.
“Then, yesterday too!”
“Hmm…. From what I saw earlier, fortunately, it seems fine for now. So for the sake of the child, don’t torment your wife anymore. Give her whatever she wants to eat, and make sure she stays in bed as much as possible. I’ll come back next week, so take extremely good care of her until then.”
“……Huh…. Alright.”
“But you.”
“Yes?”
“You don’t… hate it, right?”
“Hate it? I almost cried with joy earlier. But then suddenly that thought occurred……”
Which personality was this? Font looked at his friend with worried eyes, seeing a side that didn’t seem to match either of them. He had changed so much in just a few days. But it was hard to gauge whether this was a good change or if his condition had worsened. It seemed like a good idea to have a serious conversation with the Grand Duchess soon.
Still, it was a relief that he didn’t hate it. Font had been worried that the couple might not have affection for each other and thus wouldn’t welcome the child, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He became increasingly curious about the future of these two deficient personalities. It might be amusing to see them at a loss while holding the child.
The thought of teasing him later, saying that if there’s any dent in the baby’s head, it was because his c*ck poked it, kept making him grin.
At that moment. Rian, still with a serious expression, asked another question.
“So, you know.”
“Yes?”
“That… is allowed, right?”
“?”
Font’s twitching mouth corners straightened into a line at Rian’s puzzling expression as his eyes suddenly lit up.
‘What is he thinking now?’
Font looked at his friend with cloudy eyes, unable to predict which way he would go next.
* * *
After sending Font away, Rian returned to Belita’s room and quietly sat down next to her as she slept soundly under the soft light. Seeing her swollen, red eyelids, it seemed she had fallen asleep after crying. Her long eyelashes, not yet completely dry, were stuck together in strands covering her eyes.
“Why did she cry…?”
Did she cry because she was happy? Or…….
Suddenly, Font’s words came to mind.
‘She’s emotionally unstable right now, and what you did earlier would have hurt her deeply.’
“She was hurt….”
Rian let out a deep sigh, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead.
A child had been conceived. His child in her womb. He had never expected or wished for it. He had mentioned children a few times playfully, but that was just to tease her, not something he said sincerely. He had vaguely thought that a child would naturally come someday, but he really didn’t expect to face it so suddenly.
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Haaaaaaaah… Rian, Rian, Rian… How hopelessly, impossibly dense can you beeeeee?!
Now git working and reassure Belita, and don’t ever, EVER, make her sad or stressed anymore… 😩