Everyone whispered among themselves. Several people nodded, hoping to gain favor with the future Emperor.

“As expected of Your Highness!”

“Your insight is remarkable! After all, even the late Emperor took a secondary wife before an official consort.”

“Then what do you plan to do with the young lady who carries the blood of that great ducal family?”

Viscount Rogers asked. He had personally witnessed how Diego cherished Siara.

Diego thought it was time to drop a bombshell, but the Empress subtly intervened.

“That cannot be determined at this time, Viscount Rogers.”

“Ah. Your Majesty. I apologize for my impertinent question.”

“Let us adjourn this meeting. That will be all.”

The Empress stood up and left. The Crown Prince followed his mother.

As soon as they reached the Empress’s palace, she shouted at Diego.

“Are you in your right mind? You truly intend to make that girl your Empress? Hah… Everyone would understand if she were a secondary wife, so make her one instead! One reason Isaac cannot become Emperor is because his blood is mixed with that of a commoner. What do you think people will say if you take an illegitimate child as your Empress? The nobles support you instead of Isaac because you are of pure lineage! Why don’t you understand that if your support base crumbles, Isaac will seize the opportunity?”

“…I refuse.”

The Empress’s fan scratched Diego’s cheek. When blood trickled down, Diego casually wiped it with his sleeve.

“My duty is to make you Emperor! Not Isaac! Creating such a commotion over one mere woman! Do you think you can become Emperor behaving like this?”

The Empress’s fan struck Diego’s head several times. Diego stood still, accepting the blows.

Even he realized it would be difficult to take Siara, with her commoner blood, as his official consort. It would be easier to take her sister as the official consort instead.

“Cool your head and think this through properly!”

Eventually, the Empress grew tired of hitting him and threw the broken, blood-stained fan on the floor. Diego bowed and left the Empress’s palace.

Behind Diego, Peter anxiously wiped his face with a towel.

“Good grief. Why not just close your eyes and take someone else as your Empress! The Empress Mother’s words are not wrong. You know that, don’t you?”

“…”

“Lady Siara will understand too. Yes, of course she will.”

Diego disliked the idea of taking Viscount Rogers’ daughter, though from the conversation with the Empress, she would likely be satisfied even as a secondary wife.

Upon arriving at the Crown Prince’s palace and opening the door, Siara greeted him.

“How was the meeting? When will you become Emperor?”

She seemed excited, talking about it like it was someone else’s business. Diego smiled wryly at Siara’s nonchalant words.

After changing into comfortable clothes, he embraced Siara on the sofa.

“…I don’t have power yet.”

“I know. You’re only twenty.”

At Siara’s words, Diego looked down at her. There was something about her that occasionally made her seem like an older sister. Could it be because her soul was different from her small, delicate body?

“Siara Richards.”

“Yes?”

“…How old are you?”

“Huh…?”

Siara looked extremely flustered.

She pondered for a moment. She didn’t know exactly because she had stopped counting after a thousand years. She didn’t particularly want to count either.

“Why are you asking that?”

“…Just curious.”

“This body is the same age as you—twenty.”

“…How old were you in the other dimension?”

“Don’t you think it’s rude to ask a woman her age?”

As Siara kept deflecting, Diego chuckled.

“Haha. No, how old could you possibly be that you keep hiding it?”

Siara lowered her head and spoke softly.

“…Older than your mother.”

“What?”

The room suddenly fell silent. Outside, they could hear Peter clearing his throat.

Diego stared into Siara’s eyes with disbelief.

“My mother? Mother is 41.”

“Yeah. I’m older than that…”

The air grew heavy again. Diego looked at Siara with incredulous eyes while Siara’s face turned bright red.

Diego tucked Siara’s hair behind her ear and smiled.

“…You’re joking, right?”

“…”

Siara shrugged. Diego, who had disliked even women a year older than him, would surely hate someone old enough to be his mother.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Diego firmly gripped Siara’s shoulders. Siara winced in pain.

“…Were you married?”

“What?”

“At that age, you must have been married in the other world. …What about your husband? Do you have children? Then marrying me would make you a bigamist?”

‘What is he talking about? I’m a virgin!’

Diego’s eyes were blazing with jealousy. He was now treating her like someone maintaining two households. What nonsense about bigamy!

“What are you saying? I spent my entire life as a virgin, focusing only on magical research! I never married and have no children—I’m completely pure, understand?”

The hands gripping her shoulders loosened slightly. Diego buried his face in Siara’s shoulder with relief.

“I’m glad. That your soul is pure too.”

“…You’re my first.”

At those words, Siara felt Diego’s lower region hardening. Diego rubbed his stiff member against her stomach. Siara pushed him away in disgust.

“Wait, Diego…”

‘Is he in heat again?’

Diego breathed heavily and kissed Siara’s lips. A simple kiss wouldn’t have aroused her so much, but his fingers slipped inside her undergarments and probed her v*gina.

“Mmph. Hah…!”

He sucked on her tongue almost enough to pull it out, then thoroughly explored her mouth. His other hand twisted her n*pple.

Siara staggered and soon found herself lying on the sofa. Diego’s tongue licked and sucked her n*pples while his fingers relentlessly moved in and out of her. Even a few of his thick fingers were too much to handle.

“Ah, it hurts…”

When Siara whimpered, his fingers immediately withdrew.

Siara, who had felt relieved, was startled when Diego removed his pants. His er*ect gl*ns was already dripping with pre-ej*culate.

“Diego, t-today…”

“Today what?”

Diego gripped his shaft, warming it up, and rubbed it against her entrance. His fingers had hurt going in, and his larger member would surely hurt more.

“Relax. Why are you tensing up today…?”

Diego firmly held Siara’s waist as she tried to escape. He aimed himself between her thighs and pushed in with difficulty.

“Ah…!”

Tears flowed from Siara’s eyes. Diego paid no attention and thrust deeply before pulling out.

Inside was drier than expected. He had no experience with others, but her insides seemed particularly dry. That’s why he had told her to wear the device before.

“Hnngh, it hurts…!”

“Hah. Relax… okay?”

Diego grabbed Siara’s br*asts firmly and bit her n*pple.

“Aack!”

When Siara’s body stiffened in surprise, her already tight v*gina clenched even more. Diego nearly cursed through gritted teeth.

“Stop squeezing so much. My c*ck is going to… break off!”

“Hnng…”

Diego took her n*pple in his mouth and gently licked and sucked it. Her crying subsided.

After sucking a few times, pleasurable sounds escaped from Siara’s mouth.

“Mmm… hnn.”

Diego decided to finish inside Siara once. Then her dry passage would become wet and accept him more easily.

“Wait…!”

Diego placed Siara’s legs over his shoulders. He intended to begin thrusting in earnest.

“I’ll make you feel good, Siara…”

“Ah, ahh, yes…! Ahnn…!”

After a few thrusts, she would start feeling good anyway.

He thrust deeply until their pubic bones met, their pubic hair rubbing together. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room along with Siara’s voice.

“Ahh, yes…! Diego, hnn. There…!”

“…Here? Hah.”

“Hnng. It feels good, Diego…!”

At her words of pleasure, Diego embraced Siara tightly. He wanted to consume everything about her. He wanted to keep her by any means necessary so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“Ngh…!”

It was always like this. When he was with Siara, he lost all composure.