Neither of them needed rest, but neither moved. Because in that stillness—between skin and silence—they felt sothing neither magic nor ti could replicate.
For an hour, they cuddled together, their bodies naturally molding into each other’s warmth, limbs loosely entangled beneath the thin sheets.
Seraphine’s head rested against Leon’s chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. One of his arms draped protectively around her waist, while her hand idly traced soft circles on his skin. Neither spoke—both were lost in the comforting silence that ca only from being utterly at ease with one another.
Finally, Leon stood up as his consciousness reminded him he needed to return to the inn. He said goodbye.
"See you later, my lovely wife," Leon said, a warm smile etched on his face.
Seraphine gave a heartfelt reply to his parting words, her heart blooming every ti he called her wife.
Once Leon was gone from the ti dinsion, Seraphine still lay on the bed, looking at the ring on her left ring finger—a ring with a red gemstone. From ti to ti, she giggled and squird like a little girl on the bed, her face buried in the pillow.
hehehe~
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Leon opened his eyes in the quiet warmth of his luxurious inn suite. The bed beneath him was impossibly soft, draped in silk sheets, the room faintly scented with crushed herbs and clean linen. The knock at the door was soft, familiar.
"Young Lord, your bath is ready."
He didn’t respond—he didn’t need to.
He sat up and stood, stretching, his body lean, toned, and relaxed. The two maids who entered monts later gave a small, formal bow. They carried folded towels and clean robes, their expressions calm and professional as always.
Leon walked past them without a word, entering the private bath chamber. Steam filled the room, rising from the large stone tub filled with warm, crystal-clear water. The polished marble floor reflected the faint golden light of the sconces, and the quiet hum of heated magic hung in the air.
As he began to undress, fingers casually pulling at the laces of his tunic, the maids moved in silently. One slipped the garnt from his shoulders, while the other crouched to remove his trousers. He didn’t stop them—he was used to this routine by now.
When the final piece of cloth dropped to the floor, both maids caught a glimpse of him fully nude.
Their eyes briefly—very briefly—lingered.
Even soft, Leon’s cock hung thick and heavy, resting along his thigh. It was long, well-shaped, veined, and undeniably impressive, even in its relaxed state.
Neither of them said anything, but a faint flush rose to their cheeks. They had bathed nobles before, but this... this was different.
So young. So handso. His skin smooth, his muscles defined, his face like it was carved with care—and even here, there, he was too incredible.
They led him into the bath, and Leon stepped into the water without a word, the heat embracing his body. He sat against the smooth backrest of the tub, arms resting on the sides, completely relaxed.
One maid knelt behind him to begin washing his shoulders, pouring warm water down his back, fingers gently scrubbing with a soft cloth. The other sat at his side, carefully running a cloth over his chest, avoiding anything too forward—though her hand occasionally slowed as it neared his lower stomach.
Normally, this would be the mont they asked. A quiet question, part of routine, always formal.
But this ti, she hesitated.
Her hand paused at the edge of his pelvis. She looked down—at his thick, heavy length resting in the water—and then back up into his eyes.
Her voice ca softly, a little breathless.
.
"My lord... shall I clean this part as well?"
Her fingers hovered just at the base of his shaft, not touching yet—waiting, almost nervous.
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The room was silent except for the gentle sound of water.
Leon looked at her, eyes calm but unreadable.
He had long grown used to being bathed by maids. Back when he was smaller, it had never been an issue—every part of him was washed without hesitation, and even if his body occasionally reacted, it was dismissed as the normal behavior of a developing boy. No one thought much of it.
But now, things had changed.
The last ti he’d taken a bath before leaving for the capital, he had quietly instructed the staff not to touch his private parts. It wasn’t sha—it was awareness. He was no longer a boy. His body had grown, and the sheer size and weight of what hung between his legs made it impossible to treat it like sothing innocent. One touch and there would be no denying it—his arousal would be blatant, overwhelming, and completely inappropriate for sothing as routine as a bath.
It was acceptable in this world, but Leon had his own set of morals.
And more than that, he didn’t want to betray Seraphine.
Control is what separates a man from a beast.
She had already accepted the idea of him taking in other won—lovers, future wives, a harem built on love—but what she accepted wasn’t indulgence. It wasn’t aningless pleasure with anyone willing.
The maids were not won he loved. They were not part of that sacred place in his heart. To allow them to satisfy him, even with sothing as simple as a bath, would feel like cheapening everything he was building with Seraphine. It would disrespect her trust.
He couldn’t afford to blur those lines. Not now or ever. Not when he was still learning to carry the weight of love, loyalty, and power all at once.
He gently declined the offer with a calm shake of his head. The brief flicker of disappointnt in their eyes didn’t escape him, but he remained unmoved. Whatever tension lingered in the air slowly dissipated, and the rest of the bath passed in silence—efficient, respectful, and devoid of anything indulgent.
Once the bath was over, Leon, in his bathrobe and his hair wet, ordered the maids.
"Stand guard outside the room and make sure no one cos in. I’ll call for you if I need anything. Do not enter without my permission."
They nodded in unison and bowed respectfully before stepping out. Still, in their minds, the young lord struck them as unusually reserved. He hadn’t even allowed them to clean him fully.
There was always a chance sothing could’ve happened during the bath—they were trained for such things—but he had remained distant. And now, he didn’t even want them in the room afterward. It was the first ti they had been asked to stand guard like soldiers rather than serve as maids.
Now, once the maids were gone, Leon took out his dinsional hourglass and poured his mana into it. In a second, a shimring silver-white portal opened, and he stepped through it. He had a location in mind while creating the portal, and he wanted to see if it would work or not.
Leon arrived at a plain of endless green. Only grass stretched far and wide—nothing else in sight. He felt satisfied with his work, as his assumptions were correct.
Once inside, without any delay, he opened up the Cosmic Shop. This was the perfect ti—he was in the best place to do what he wanted.
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8. Mana Reservoir Pearl(Epic – Item)
Permanently increases total mana pool by 300.
Price: 350,000
Vendor:Professor Overflow
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With just a thought, Leon bought the item from the shop. 350,000 causality were instantly deducted from his total balance of 474,000.
In the next mont, with a glitch-like distortion in front of him, a small black box materialized—about the size of a ring box. Leon reached out and caught it, but the mont it touched his skin, his heart skipped a beat.
The box was cold to the touch, and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine the mont it t his skin. His excited expression faltered for a second, his fingers tensing slightly as a quiet unease stirred in his chest.
Why does this feel so wrong...?
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