The last remaining fruit disappeared into the man’s mouth. After sucking even Belita’s fingers clean, he chewed thoroughly, leaving no trace, enunciating each word with deliberate spite. Belita’s eyebrows drooped as she lost the last piece of food. But instinctively, she knew this wasn’t the time to lament that loss.

“Ah…… I’m, I’m tired. I s-should go to sleep now.”

She quickly put the plate on the bedside table and lay down, pulling the blanket over herself. Her heart was pounding. Obsessed with food, she had carelessly poked at the wild beast’s nose hairs, and now she feared becoming its prey. Belita clutched the blanket tightly in her hands.

“My wife is tired. Then I should help you sleep. If you wish, perhaps touching my c*ck would help calm your mind and body? It will make you feel very at ease.”

“I-I’m fine!”

How unfair. She had finally learned to distinguish the two by their expressions and voices, but now he was confusing her with his speech patterns. Meanwhile, why was His Grace remaining silent? She felt like splitting Rian’s head open, as he had suggested—not her own.

“Please don’t ignore my sincerity, okay? It’s quite as useful as that madman’s c*ck.”

“R-Rian! Gasp!”

The blanket she had been gripping tightly was effortlessly taken away, and even her hand was seized. Belita’s eyes widened at the soft feeling in her palm. Whether he had just unzipped his pants or what, a not-yet-fully-er*ect c*ck had sprung out from his carelessly worn trousers and was rubbing against her palm.

Though she tried to remove her hand, the large man’s hand covering hers made it appear as if she was stroking his c*ck up and down. This atmosphere—making eye contact while stroking a man’s c*ck in the secretive night—felt ominous and unsettling.

Meanwhile, as the flesh grew increasingly larger and harder in her hand, Belita gulped. She feared she might end up upside down again, consuming the man’s protein as she had that morning. Her expression gradually turned tearful, making Rian snicker. Then, mimicking His Grace’s manner of speech, he offered her a choice.

“Wife? Let me give you an opportunity.”

“Yes…?”

“Would you prefer to hold my c*ck, or would you prefer to suck it?”

“!”

What kind of vulgar choices were these? Belita sighed deeply at the man’s absurd words. Whatever the case, he clearly intended to entrust his c*ck to her. If there were only two options, the former was obviously preferable. She had no intention whatsoever of putting it in her mouth.

“I’ll h-hold it and sleep.”

“Hmm, good choice. Though it might be a bit disappointing for this bastard?”

“……”

She couldn’t understand what was happening between the two personalities right now. Come to think of it, even this morning, His Grace could have stopped Crazy Rian but didn’t. ‘Perhaps……’ A reasonable suspicion arose. After all, they were fundamentally the same madman.

For the first time, she lay in bed beside Crazy Rian without incident. She had slept holding hands with Grand Duke Rian quite a few times, but never with Crazy Rian. Every time before, she had been drenched in sweat and fallen asleep like fainting, so it felt strangely fortunate to lie down like this without anything happening. Of course, she was holding a dangerous weapon in her hand that could explode at any moment.

The not-yet-fully-er*ect c*ck felt like she was touching it for the first time. Though it had some firmness, it was still soft enough to feel somewhat cute. Thinking it wouldn’t suddenly change if she just held it still, Belita tried her best not to move.

At that moment, the man who had been lying on his back looking at the ceiling suddenly turned his body and stared at her. Startled by his sudden movement, Belita unintentionally squeezed the man’s organ.

“It would be better to just hold it quietly.”

At the man’s threat, still mimicking His Grace, Belita concentrated all her attention on her fingertips. Swallowing hard, she resolved, ‘I absolutely will not move.’ Thinking it might be better to have some conversation instead, she carefully opened her mouth.

“Um……”

“Yes?”

“Sigh…… Just speak comfortably. It doesn’t suit you anyway.”

“Fine, whatever.”

The man quickly dropped the formal speech.

“Where did His Grace go…?”

“……Where did he go? You’re holding that bastard’s c*ck right now. Are you going to keep looking for him in front of me?”

At the man’s suddenly fierce voice, Belita unconsciously moved her hand again. It was maddening that her body wouldn’t move according to her will despite being her own. She felt indignant about why she had to tremble while holding this unwanted, ominous thing in her hand.

She wanted to argue that his c*ck was that person’s c*ck, and that person’s c*ck was his c*ck, so what was the difference? But she wasn’t that reckless. For now, she knew from experience that behaving quietly was the best way to avoid ending up in the jaws of the fierce beast.

“Ha……”

“What now? Are you really sighing because you’re so displeased with my presence?”

“That’s not it…… I was thinking about Lady Ventum.”

“What?”

Rian frowned at the unexpected mention of the woman’s name.

“Why is that name coming up here all of a sudden?”

“I want to send her an invitation.”

“……For what? Don’t tell me because of what I said then?”

“There are opportunities, you know. If we’re not going to completely turn our backs—”

“Don’t meet her.”

Rian’s eyes turned cold at the mere mention of ‘Lady Ventum.’

“But, at this rate, we can’t protect all the people in the  Grand Duchy.”

“I said I’ll handle it. I’ll be meeting the Emperor soon.”

“T-that’s His Grace’s—!”

“You must be living well enough. I see you have the energy to worry about others.”

Belita closed her mouth tightly at his ice-cold voice. She averted her gaze from his fiercely glowing yellow eyes. His c*ck was as fully enraged as the man himself. The firmly er*ect organ seemed to represent his mood. In the hostile atmosphere, Belita was about to let go of the c*ck in her hand and pull away.

“Hold it. Before I shove it anywhere—in your mouth or your hole.”

“!”

“Do you want to invite a woman who’s desperate to get f*cked by your husband into our home?”

“!?”

“If not, then stop doing unnecessary things. And stop worrying about this bastard or other bastards in front of me. You should only worry about me, yourself, and my child in your belly.”

She couldn’t understand why he was so angry.

“Rian, that’s not it.”

“Can’t sleep? Then I could help you sleep vigorously. They say s*xual desire increases during pregnancy—is that happening already? Well, I don’t mind.”

“……I’ll sleep.”

Why did this man prevent her from doing anything? At least His Grace gave her some opportunities, but with this man, there was no room for compromise. Belita’s lips jutted out, and her nose stung again. She was annoyed at how her emotions kept welling up into tears at the slightest thing. No matter what, how could he describe another woman as wanting to get f*cked by his c*ck right in front of her? He was truly shameless.

“I’m in one of the toughest battles of my life. So stop provoking me.”

“……”

“I’m exercising maximum patience for you and our child.”

“……”

“So for me and our child, stop thinking about other things and focus only on yourself.”

“……Yes.”

“……Think only of yourself and take care of yourself. Don’t cling to useless attachments.”

Despite his chilling voice and apparent anger, his words immediately touched her heart. Her pouting lips now trembled. His words seemed genuinely concerned for her. They didn’t suit Crazy Rian at all, but perhaps that’s why they resonated more deeply in her heart. Her emotions were so easily swayed.

Belita, for the first time, gathered courage to reveal a bit of her true feelings.

“Rian.”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad…… that you’re my child’s father.”

“……”

“I’m thankful.”

But it was courage that shouldn’t have been shown in this atmosphere. If she had noticed what he was holding back, she would never have provoked him.

His thick, perfectly drawn eyebrows twitched. And the ferocious pillar in her hand became covered with thick veins like armor. The beast that had barely kept its claws sheathed began to stir. His fierce yellow eyes filled with lust.

Having revealed her inner feelings for the first time, Belita turned away in embarrassment. Because of this, she missed the man’s eyes burning with desire. Her awkwardly gripping hand felt somehow embarrassing. What was she holding while making such a shy confession?

Still, she didn’t hate it. Though the increasingly armored and hardening thing’s momentum was concerning, he said he was enduring tremendously for her and their child, but…… 

Ah? Belita slowly raised her head as the man suddenly grabbed her hand. Eyes closer to instinct than reason were burning fiercely. Why suddenly?

“R-Rian…?”

“Are you really glad?”

“……Yes?”

“Are you really glad that I’m the father of your child?”

“……Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Why did he keep asking when she was already embarrassed? Her eyes, which had been lowering in embarrassment, suddenly widened at Rian’s murmur.

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound bad, but what should I do…? My thoughts are a bit different?”

He wondered if she would regret her words if he pounced on her right now, believing so firmly that he wouldn’t do anything. Her innocent face looked both cute and pitiful.

But this time, Rian’s eyes widened at Belita’s unexpected words.

“……Indeed, I’m somewhat lacking…… I’m sorry. If the child had a mother with a better background……”

“……What are you saying? Why is the conversation suddenly going there?”

“What? No…… Your expression……”

“Sigh…… You’re really hopeless.”

Rian sighed deeply and frowned as if frustrated. Was she innocent or cunning?

“Belita.”

“Yes….”

“What are you?”

“Yes?”

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

The puzzling questions started again. He looked quite displeased, but he didn’t seem angry.

“What…?”

“Making me aroused and then acting pitiful so I can’t devour you.”

“W-when did I……”

“Ha, what should I do with this woman?”

“Ugh!”

She lost her grip on his c*ck due to the man’s sudden embrace. If she had kept holding it, her wrist would have twisted backward.