A Mischievous Suggestion.
"D-Daddy?" Rias whispered, flicking her lashes, secretly pleased by the caress of his breath against her ear.
"You went all that distance just to get caught ?" he teased, his voice husky and low.
Her heart was racing. She could hardly believe this. "Y-You surprised me..."
He did not say anything—only kept her suspended there, in that silence, his body fits beautifully against hers.
And Rias... did not struggle.
She leaned gradually back into him, her hands rising up to cover his.
"...But I don't mind getting caught," she whispered, her voice heavy with mischief.
Leon's golden eyes darkened with playful purpose. "Oh? Then should I punish the little demon who tempted her daddy with her swaying hips?"
Rias smirked, angling her head just so as she rolled her hips back against him.
A low groan escaped him—her teasing touch had fanned the flames she knew burned within him.
"My, my," she whispered, husky and laughing, "what's this hard thing poking me, hmm?"
Leon's hold tightened imperceptibly; his breath burning against her neck.
"I was just teasing..." she said in a wide-eyed innocent voice, a soft shutter in her tone, knowing exactly what she was doing.
His smirk twisted into something darker, more devilish. "So what, my sweetheart? You tease Daddy like that... then play innocent? You really want to get punished, don't you?"
But deep inside, Rias was engaged in a very different struggle.
Gods, I desire him. Her body ached for him, yearned for his caress. But I can hardly move... Her legs still shook from the last two days. He had plundered her without restraint—passionate, hungry, possessive. She was completely exhausted.
And yet... her heart still yearned to satisfy him.
"...Daddy, no," she murmured, putting her hand on top of his. "Tonight, not."
Leon hesitated, then smiled warmly at her soft rebellion.
She turned to face him slightly, her crimson eyes glowing under the warm room light. "How about... Daddy goes to Aria instead?" she whispered with a mischievous grin.
Leon blinked. "...What?"
Rias settled forward, pressing her hand against his chest and cocking her head, mock-dramatic. "Why don't you go make her your woman? That way she can help share my burden." She exhaled a small sigh, as if weary royalty passing along her crown.
He made a face at her, lips parting slightly. "You're being serious?"
"Of course," she said, smiling, this time not with mischief—but with genuine warmth. "I know my Daddy... he loves everyone equally. And if someone else enters your heart now..." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I'll still be your number one."
Leon stared, stunned by her words.
"...You're really something," he murmured. A slow, almost shy smile crept across his lips. Inside, his heart warmed. Rias—his beautiful, seductive little demon—was also deeply understanding. She wasn't just teasing. She truly loved him.
He pulled her close and kissed her—deeply, affectionately, his lips firm but reverent.
She gasped, clutching his shoulders while he kissed her with passion. Their lips ground together in slow motion until at last they moved apart. Between them was a thin string of saliva, catching the warm glow of the fireside.
Leon leaned his brow against hers.
"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice hot against her cheek.
Rias smiled, brushing her fingers lightly against his face. "I love you too, Daddy."
Their eyes touched—golden and crimson—like sun and blood, fire and passion.
Then, with a small smirk, Rias pushed him gently from the embrace.
She gestured to the door with a regal, sweeping hand motion. "Now, go. Your Queen commands you—track down that little maid and unleash your evil desires."
Leon laughed, shaking his head. "You're really not right in the head."
"But you still love me," she sang teasingly.
He turned and headed to the door, laughing softly.
As he walked into the hallway, he noticed the door softly click shut behind him.
He gazed at the corridor wall, then peered out of the adjacent window where the moon was high—silver and full.
"This new life... is really good," he said under his breath. "And my first wife is... way too understanding."
A sigh left his lips, a combination of satisfaction and disbelief.
Then, sneering, he slit his eyes. "Now we shall see how you manage to flee from my grasp, little maid..."
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Night enveloped Moonwalker Estate in an embrace of a lover. Within the grand room that was the head maid's—a space far too opulent for a servant—Aria reclined on her bed, wrapped in a gentle, dark-purple silk nightdress.
Velvet drapes billowed softly from the night air, and candlelight danced softly on the walls.
Her purple, long hair flowed around her like shadows. Her purple eyes gazed at the canopy above her bed—haunted by memory, seething with thoughts.
Her cheeks were still flushed, even after hours.
That study room... Gods, what was I thinking?
Earlier that day, he had caressed her. Teased her. Come very close to taking her on the very surface of the glossy mahogany desk. The heat had been overwhelming. And when Rias opened the door to enter, she had run away like a terrified cat—panting heart, broken pride, unsated desire.
And yet... she did not resent it.
She touched her lips involuntarily, recalling the warmth of his breath, the way he stared at her—not lust, but something else. Something deeper.
And I... love him. So nothing is wrong... right?
Nevertheless, she was torn between shame and desire.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Only the echo of nothing.
She tried to disregard it.
The second knock was firmer.
She rose up in bed, her purple eyes narrowing. She looked towards the window. It was late—too late for any caller.
Her face reverted to its customary stoic beauty as she rose, back straight, movements fluid and poised. A maid trained in elegance and seduction, now bearing both in equal proportion.
She moved towards the door, bare feet whispering on the marble floor.
With one hand, she grabbed the handle and pulled it open—
Her voice was soft, but surprised.