Steam still clung to their skin as they stepped back into Leon's quarters, the morning sun dyeing golden rays across the opulent room. Rias entered first, her fiery red hair cascading over her nude back like liquid flame. Her skin, dewy with their hot bath, glimmered under the soft light. Behind her, Leon trailed behind—he too, equally nude, His golden eyes glimmered lazily, half-lidded, following the sway of her hips with open admiration.
But then Rias stopped in his tracks.
Her smile wavered. Her eyes darted around the room, then blinked twice. "Um... Daddy?"
Leon cocked his head, lips curling up in a relaxed smile. "What is it, sweetheart?"
She scowled. "I just remembered something."
"I... I don't have anything to wear in your room." She spoke softly. "So, I changed. into you."
Leon blinked, and then raised an eyebrow with a roguish grin. "So, you decided against your plans and didn't bring anything?"
Rias pouted cutely; cheeks puffed out. "I didn't plan on staying overnight. ."
Leon laughed; eyes sparkling with mischievous playfulness. "Why don't we just live ? Naked and unrestricted. You look too heavenly to be covered up. I wouldn't mind seeing you all the time."
Rias smiled, unapologetic and fearless, her self-assurance in full flower. "If I had the authority to command the world, I might just accept."
She leaned forward, her naked breasts grazing his chest—soft, warm, charged. Her lips were inches from his ear. "But you, Duke Daddy, have responsibilities to attend to. And I have my own responsibilities."
Leon frowned slightly at the reminder, wincing inwardly. "Shit... how I forgot. I'm a Duke now."
But he only laughed on the outside and wrapped his arms around her hips, drawing her near. ""
"But what if this Duke wants to take the rest of the day off? For... private affairs." he asked in a low, seductive voice, fingers tracing the small of her back.
Rias chuckled. "Then. the young miss would be inclined to skip her duties as well.
A quiet knock resonated throughout the room, and "Lord Leon... I am coming in," entered a melodious but stern-sounding voice outside.
The door creaked open before they could even do anything. And a woman around her late twenties, she did have an atmosphere of calm maturity. Her silky, long purple hair was pulled up into a sophisticated bun, with only a few strands framing her stunning face. Her violet eyes were bright and wise, but as she entered the room and her eyes fell on the sight before her—Lord Leon and the lady Rias fully naked—her composure snapped.
Then she spotted them.
Lord Leon, bare-legged and tall like a god of Beauty.
And the little miss, Rias—naked she hugged her breasts against his muscular chest in flushed intimacy.
Aria halted in mid-step. Her eyes opened wide, a fleeting spasm of shock crossing her normally stoic face.
This was not the first time she'd seen her young mistress attempt to seduce the Lord. Rias had always been forward with her affections—pressing herself against him, whispering sweet promises in his ear, even once sitting on his lap in the library. But Leon had always held back. Always maintained the line.
Aria's eyes fell lower.
Her purple eyes fell on him—on the heavy, thick length between Leon's thighs still half-harded from their mutual bath.
A gentle gasp escaped her, before she turned hastily away, cheeks flushing palely pink.
Leon saw and cleared his throat, dispelling the tense hush. "Aria."
The noise brought her out of her daze. She pulled herself up into neat, practiced motion, attempting to regain her composure.
"M-My lord, forgive me. I should have made myself known more loudly. I—I can come back later."
But before she could turn around and leave, Rias spoke out.
The maid hesitated halfway through her step.
Rias, still naked, turned to her with a natural comfort, not minding her nudity. She didn't feel embarrassed—not in front of Aria. After all, this was Aria—the woman she trusted most after her father. Not just the head maid, but a sister figure. And apart from... there weren't any other men in the room. Just Aria and Leon. She didn't have any shame showing her body to Aria.
Because Aria had watched her grow from a shaking girl to a good woman.
"I don't have any clothes in Daddy's room," Rias said nonchalantly, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Would you mind getting me something from my wardrobe?"
Aria nodded; tone calm again. "Of course, Young Miss. I shall be right back."
Rias smiled warmly. "Thanks, Aria."
With a fluid nod, as she turned and left, Rias leaned into Leon with a playful grin. "Did you see how she stared at you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "At me?"
"Mhm," Rias purred. "Yes... there." She pointed openly between his legs. "She froze, when she sees your, this godly manhood."
Leon smiled, but remained quiet.
As for a couple of minutes, Aria walked in with another outfit for Rias. Leon was already in a dignified robe—gold embroidering, white, announcing him as the new Duke over Moonwalker domain. The robe hugged his shoulder majestically, opened decently at the chest to showcase just a preview.
Rias accepted the clothes from Aria with a smile. "Thanks," she said, and then vanished into the changing room.
Aria and Leon were left alone.
The maid remained silent; her head lowered slightly.
Leon cleared his throat. "So... Aria, what brings you here?"
Aria stood up straight, eyes locked, professionalism regained.
"My lord," she said, "a royal messenger has arrived from the palace. He's waiting in your study for you."
Leon frowned. A messenger? So early? He raked through the inherited memories from the old Leon, but nothing registered. No major event, no anticipated summon.
He nodded. "Alright. Let's go—"
Before he could step, just then, Rias reappeared—wearing the deep red robe, gold embroidery shining at the hem. The robe clung to her curves, her waist tightly cinched, and her long legs slipped out from beneath a small slit that crept up her thigh.
She spun around. "How do I look?"
Leon let out a low whistle. "Like a goddess who's come down to tempt mortal men."
She smiled, then leaned in close. "Then, Daddy,"—her voice dropped to a sugary murmur—"don't you think I deserve a reward?"
He arched an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
"A kiss." She pouted. "For looking like a goddess."
Leon laughed. "You little devil
Before Aria could make a hasty retreat, Leon yanked Rias into his arms and took her lips. Mouths moved slow and hungry, hands roving, her body sinking into his. She let out a low moan as his hand reached around to her ass, squeezed gently, then again—this time harder.
When they finally broke apart, both were faintly breathless.
"Now happy?" he inquired.
Rias smiled. "Very much, Daddy."
As he walked away, he bestowed one final teasing slap on her backside.
"Ah~" she panted, red-cheeked.
Leon turned to Aria. "Let's go."
The maid remained stunned once more, blinking furiously as she attempted to compose herself.
"Y-Yes, my lord," she spoke, voice slightly too gentle.
As they exited together, Rias observed them leave, arms crossed over her chest, mischievous grin on her face.
"Daddy~ you're really hyper in the morning. See if you can maintain that tonight."
Her eyes glowed with mischievous menace as she moved out into the corridor, a wicked grin playing on her lips.