Dad, I will Listen to you - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Leopold could confidently say that not a single moment had passed since that day when he had forgotten about Elia.

Her dazzlingly beautiful platinum hair, slightly damp eyes, and crimson lips—even the way she carried herself so unlike a noble.  

One would expect her to be haughty, having been raised under the shameless Karl, yet Elia seemed surprisingly innocent. Perhaps that was why he found himself even more curious about her.  

"Well, since it’s come to this, I might as well have a little chat with Lady Elia. She’s supposed to be my future wife, after all—it’d be absurd not to exchange even a single word." 

Leopold was the kind of man who seized every opportunity presented to him with absolute certainty.  

"It would be improper to marry without even seeing her face once, so forgive my rudeness..."  

Karl had no grounds to refuse him.  

"I’ll be waiting in the carriage. My daughter isn’t in the best condition, so I’d appreciate it if you kept the conversation brief." 

Karl barely managed a stiff nod, his voice low and displeased. The calm facade he had maintained until now had cracked.  

"Understood."  

That pleased Leopold immensely. It seemed Karl cared for Elia quite a bit. Just uncovering that much was already a significant gain.  

But Leopold didn’t stop there. He had grown curious about Elia. In the little time he had left, he needed to figure her out. If Elia was important to Karl, then winning her over to his side would be advantageous.  

"You’re Lady Elia?"  

"Hngh… mhm."  

It seemed the claim about her poor health was true—Elia let out a weak, pained sound. Her face was flushed a deep red. 

"So you’re the one who’s going to be my wife."  

"Mmm."  

Her responses were clipped, but it didn’t bother him much. Maybe it was because he was already enchanted by her striking beauty. Strange, really.  

What’s more, the subtle allure radiating from Elia stirred something unfamiliar in him. He had always considered himself a disciplined man—apparently not. Even her small frame, when he had held her earlier, left an impression.  

Abruptly, Leopold leaned in close, bringing his face right before hers. He had always been confident in his own looks, but this time, he was the one caught off guard.  

"H-hyuk! T-too close..."  

The sight of Elia trembling uncontrollably only drew him in deeper. Her personality isn’t bad either, he mused. The way she shrank in fear at his proximity made his pulse quicken in a way he hadn’t expected.  

Strangely, Elia didn’t seem the least bit interested in the fact that he was the crown prince.  

Surely she knew the name of the empire. And there was no way she was unaware of who she was supposed to marry. Yet, Leopold found himself gripped by an unfamiliar desire.  

From the moment he met Elia, Leopold began gathering information about her—so much so that it was almost strange how little he had known before.  

"I almost feel bad for the people I’ve killed up until now."  

If Karl was determined to withhold information, even the emperor would have no way of uncovering it.  

What he learned about Elia:

- A beauty so blinding men would lose their senses.  

- Though known to be an illegitimate child, many still sought to take her in as a concubine.  

- Some, even firstborn sons of noble houses, had volunteered to become live-in sons-in-law upon seeing her looks—though Karl had swiftly dealt with them.  

- She first appeared at the funeral of Karl’s wife and son, where she was seen picking up and eating a handful of cookies—behavior unbefitting of noble etiquette.  

- Yet even that was eclipsed by her beauty.

It was a rather shallow report for something concerning a noble. Moreover, half of its contents were filled with descriptions of her appearance.

Under normal circumstances, he would have dismissed it as useless and had the sender’s head for wasting his time—but today, Leopold was feeling unusually generous. He wholeheartedly agreed with the praises sung about Elia’s beauty. And as for the men who had volunteered to become live-in sons-in-law or those who had dared to suggest taking her as a concubine—he mentally chewed them to pieces. He even found himself repeatedly praising Karl for the first time, thinking it was the one decent thing the man had ever done.  

At first, he thought what kind of nonsense is this! But then the memory of his first meeting with Elia resurfaced, and suddenly, he missed her.  

"Ah, I want to see her."

He couldn’t understand why he felt this way. Had he always been so weak to a pretty face?  

Originally, this marriage had merely been an anticipated political move—a way to clash with Karl over the dukedom. But now, it had gone beyond expectation. He found himself counting down the days, impatient for the wedding to arrive.  

He even went as far as packing antidotes and nutritional supplements for the poison he had been slowly feeding Gerald, just in case the idiot’s eventual death caused problems later. That fool Gerald, in his usual stupidity, had swallowed the "gifts" without suspicion, even babbling nonsense about Leopold finally pledging loyalty. What a f*cking moron.

To hell with the imperial throne. If Gerald had just listened to his advisors instead of ruling like a brainless tyrant, the empire wouldn’t be on the brink of ruin. And now that Leopold himself—the biggest thorn in Gerald’s side—was leaving the palace, that idiot wouldn’t have any reason to push through his absurd policies just to spite him. 

There was a time when the throne had tempted him, but that was only when he still cared about being respected. Now that his interest had shifted elsewhere, it held little appeal. Of course, if Elia wanted the throne, he might reconsider. But if Leopold were to become the live-in son-in-law of House Arost, the only one who’d be upset was the emperor himself.  

And so, the long-awaited wedding day finally arrived. Many were displeased with this marriage—a royal becoming a live-in son-in-law to a ducal house? Even if House Arost was powerful enough to "bring down birds mid-flight," people still called it unfair.  

But to Leopold, who had found his own amusement in all this, it didn’t matter. In fact, he deliberately ignored the complaints. The emperor had probably hoped to use the backlash to force an annulment, but Leopold played the noble card, spouting something about noblesse oblige and taking responsibility for his vassal’s wrongdoings.

As he stood at the altar, Leopold stared blankly at the priest reciting the ceremonial words. Now that the day he’d been waiting for had finally come, it didn’t feel real.  

His attention was stolen the moment Elia appeared, led in by Karl. Though her face was half-hidden behind a translucent veil, her silhouette alone was enough to make his heart pound. Her shimmering platinum hair cascaded down beneath the veil.  

When Karl handed Elia over to him, Leopold gripped her small hand tightly, enveloping it in his own. The reality of it—that the little seed-scattering tool he had once scoffed at was now his—pleased him more than he expected.  

If Leopold showed no interest in power, Karl wouldn’t see him as a threat. He could enjoy leisurely dates with Elia, share her bed, and live happily. And if they had a child, they could raise them as the heir—a child with royal blood succeeding the dukedom. That would be a satisfying outcome for Karl too.  

And if his affection ever cooled? Well, then he could always start eyeing the dukedom.  

"Marriage is one of the most sacred rites..."  

He tuned out the priest’s blessings about eternal happiness. Leopold’s gaze held nothing but Elia. He didn’t even notice when the ceremony ended. He had been staring at her so intently that before he knew it, the wedding was over, and he found himself in Elia’s room.  

Her bedroom was stark, even by a man’s standards. Aside from the bedding, there was nothing else.  

Leopold slowly scanned the room, but his attention snapped to the door when he heard Elia enter. She wore thin sleepwear, and he stared, mesmerized, as he swallowed hard. The damp fabric clung to her, revealing the faint outline of pink nipples beneath.  

His hand reached for the wine on the side table prepared by the attendants. Forgetting it might be laced with something, he gulped it down, his throat parched with tension. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

The scalding liquid flowed down his throat, only intensifying his thirst. Worse, he realized too late that his rising body heat was a mistake—his carelessness had already sealed his fate.

"...Ha."  

Elia approached, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, and lifted the hem of her dress. Beneath, her bare sex was exposed—completely hairless, whether naturally or by design, it was pristine. But what truly stunned him was the long tail dangling between her buttocks. He couldn’t even begin to guess how it was attached.  

That mystery was quickly solved.  

"...Eh, Eli—ah, f*ck Ellie's a$shole, please." 

Leopold blinked at the crude words that followed. When he didn’t move, frozen in place, Elia closed the distance between them. Her small hand slipped beneath his loosely tied night robe, her tongue flicking out to trace his skin. The tail embedded in her backside twitched, brushing against his thigh.  

"...Tch."  

A short groan escaped him. His gaze locked onto Elia’s flushed face, her eyes glazed with need.  

"...Who put this tail in you?" he muttered darkly, wondering what kind of deranged mind would do such a thing.  

"Ah, D-Daddy did. He said... if I did this, my husband would love me..."  

He exhaled sharply, his expression twisting. Was this Karl’s way of asserting dominance? He couldn’t tell. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the tail buried deep in her ass. As he began to pull, Elia’s body trembled violently, her breath hitching—so he stopped.  

"...Does it hurt?"  

"Hng, I—I... just f*ck me already."  

Another vulgar plea spilled from her lips, yet even this, Leopold found inexplicably alluring. He shoved her onto the bed, capturing the red lips he’d craved since their first meeting in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet.  

"...Haah."  

Leopold tipped the entire bottle of wine into his mouth before pouring it down hers, their lips sealed together as the crimson liquid overflowed, dripping down her chin.  

"Hhghk... Ha!"  

The effect was immediate. Elia’s nipples stiffened, her body arching. Without hesitation, Leopold yanked the tail free in one sharp motion—better to rip it out fast than prolong the pain.  

"Haahn—!"  

Half-right, half-wrong.  

Elia convulsed, her v*gina gushing slick arousal onto the sheets. Her body shuddered violently, her breath ragged as she panted. The sight was obscenely erotic.  

Curious, Leopold dragged his fingers through the mess she’d made and brought them to his mouth. Sweeter than he’d imagined.  

"Did you just come from that alone?"  

"Nngh, f-faster..."  

Elia whined, reaching for him. Leopold studied her, then smirked.  

"Call me Leo."  

He palmed her full breasts, kneading roughly.  

"Leo..."  

The moment the nickname left her lips, satisfaction coiled hot in his gut. Her two needy holes seemed to pulse, begging for his co¢k.  

"You like getting f*cked here normally too?"  

Elia nodded shyly. At first, she hadn’t enjoyed it—but somewhere along the line, that changed. Her hands slid over Leopold’s feverish skin as she leaned into his shoulder.  

"Who’s been f*cking you?"  

"D-Daddy... with a dildo..."  

Leopold drove two fingers into her ¢unt without warning, her inner walls clamping down greedily.  

"So you’ve never taken a real co¢k here, huh?"  

He’d expected a smooth marital life—but from the first night, Karl had marked his territory like a beast, stuffing Elia with a tail like some cheap wh*re. That day they’d met, he’d thought Karl was just posturing. Turns out, it was all true. 

Nobles fu*king their bastards wasn’t uncommon. But this level of depravity? Unheard of. Even brothel girls knew better than this.  

"Nngh, Daddy said... a live-in son-in-law should—ahhk!"  

No. Just—no. 

Leopold shoved the head of his co¢k into her ass without preamble. The tight resistance alone was overwhelming.  

Not that her lewdness dampened his interest. If anything, this side of Elia was new, intoxicating—the way her tears welled up, the way she trembled, It was perversely thrilling.  

He understood now why Karl had "educated" her this way. But Leopold had no intention of playing along.  

Elia was the first person in a long time who’d genuinely caught his interest. He wanted to steal her from Karl—no, he would. If negotiation failed, he’d seduce her outright.  

Leopold was confident. He’d make sure Elia became obsessed with him.  

A competitive fire ignited. He’d married her out of curiosity toward Karl, but he’d found something far more precious. Never in his life had he met someone this fascinating.  

"...I’m going in."

As he pushed forward, despite her claims of never having taken a man before, her back entrance swallowed his length effortlessly. Elia's body trembled violently beneath him.  

"Hng— Hk…!"

"Haah… You’re too tight."

Stamina was part of the royal family’s basic education—whether they could get hard easily, whether they could finish properly. It was tied to succession. After all, they had to produce heirs. That was why, whether Leopold wanted to or not, he had been forced to spend nights with women chosen by the emperor. Usually, they were daughters of noble houses, who considered it a great honor to receive the emperor’s "favor." A bizarre tradition, really.  

Leopold swore he had never had sex outside of the mandatory fertility inspections. This was his first time doing anal, too. He wasn’t even sure if there were nobles out there who requested to be f*cked in the ass.  

He had pushed in on a childish impulse, but the moment he did, he regretted it. Elia’s entrance was far too tight. He cursed himself for shoving his co¢k in so recklessly.  

"...Tch."

The pressure was so intense it felt like his di¢k might snap off. He was almost afraid to move. But when he saw Elia’s flushed face, her eyes urging him on, he bit his lip. Frowning, he placed his hands on her hips—only to jerk them back in shock. Her slender frame was so delicate that if he pressed down with any real force, she might break.  

"Hh— Hhng! F-Faster… p-please, f*ck me harder!"

Lewd words spilled from her lips. Bracing himself on the bed, he thrust upward. Only now did he realize—even though he was only f*cking her ass, the slickness dripping from her pu*sy was coating his c*ck, serving as lubricant for her tight hole.  

"Haah— Hhk, ah…!"

Every time he pulled back, Elia’s ass clenched around him as if reluctant to let him go. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing deeper, grinding against her insides. The urge to cum was building. Elia’s moans spilled freely from her parted lips, so he silenced them with his own, swallowing her cries as he groped her pert breasts.  

"Haa— Ahn! I-I’m close—!"

Elia clung to his neck, whispering feverishly. Her head spun, her body floating as if untethered. The man’s co¢k pistoning inside her was overwhelming—but that only made it more intense. Each brutal thrust sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her, but it still wasn’t enough. Her neglected pussy burned, dripping slickness that coated Leopold’s shaft. When his fingers brushed her swollen clit, she arched violently, a gush of fluid soaking his hand.  

"Hah— Haa…! Hk!"

Gasping for air, she looked up at him. He stared at the mess on his fingers for a moment before licking them clean. Her ass was already burning from his cum.  

"H-Hot…"

Her tearful whimper was enough to drive him mad.  

Despite having just come, his co¢k hardened again without hesitation. Without pause, he grabbed the strong liquor beside the wine—the kind used for disinfecting wounds—and poured it over his length. After wiping himself clean with a damp cloth, he shoved back inside, this time burying himself in her dripping pu*sy. The sensation was entirely different from her ass—where her back entrance had been tight and resistant, her cunt was slick and welcoming. Good. His brows furrowed in pleasure. 

"Hah! Ah— Aahn! Ngh—!"

Elia thrashed as he pounded into her without restraint. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, f*cking her with a desperation that didn’t match his usual composed self. Her eyes reddened, tears welling—when he slowed, worried he was hurting her, she only urged him on.  

"Hngh— F-Faster… p-please!"

Her lips were dry, her tongue darting out to wet them—he couldn’t resist claiming her mouth again. Maybe the aphrodisiac was making it hard to control himself, but this wasn’t just the drugs.  

"Leo— D-Deeper, ah—! Haa—! Ngh!" 

The way she so boldly demanded more was obscene. He’d do anything she asked if it came from that mouth. Her body was sinfully lewd—and he adored it. 

"Beautiful… Elia. So beautiful."

Leopold scattered kisses across her skin.  

It was the first time in so long that Elia had been praised.  

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