Dad, I will Listen to you - Chapter 20
Chapter 20
"So, how was it? I even personally sent gifts along..."
At Karl's subtly probing question, Leopold let out a short, dismissive click of his tongue. It was an overly personal inquiry—showing interest in their marital relations.
He deliberately didn’t answer.
Karl, watching Leopold’s faintly twisted expression, grew certain. Elia didn’t fit Leopold’s tastes.
"Where are you planning to go for your honeymoon? Ah, do you even intend to go?"
When they had met at the palace, Leopold had declared he had no intention of treating Elia as a real wife. That made it highly likely he wouldn’t bother with a honeymoon. Skipping it would be a blatant disregard for her standing as his wife—a clear sign of disrespect. Most women would grieve over such treatment from their husbands, but... well, Elia wasn’t most women. She didn’t even understand what marriage meant.
Still, if the man she considered hers neglected her, she would cry. And Karl would be there to comfort her.
Karl was satisfied enough with having dragged down the haughty royal’s pride—he wanted nothing more. Elia was his, after all. In fact, he’d prefer if Leopold never treated her as a proper wife. Karl didn’t want to lose even the smallest thing to him.
Resting his chin on his hand, Karl studied Leopold, a strange sense of triumph rising in his eyes.
"We’re going to the Duchy of Valencia."
The moment those unexpected words left Leopold’s mouth, Karl froze.
"...You said you wouldn’t treat her as a wife. Did you change your mind?"
Karl didn’t like variables. Now that Leopold had entered as a live-in son-in-law, he shouldn’t have found Elia appealing. Yet here he was, planning a honeymoon—effectively acknowledging the marriage. But Leopold had no reason to do that.
"Quite fickle, aren’t you? Did her ¢unt really please you that much?"
Tapping the table, Karl pressed further, his tone growing cruder.
"That’s not the only reason, but my thoughts have shifted somewhat. You can take it as that."
Leopold rose from his seat, making it clear he wouldn’t divulge anything more. Karl burned with curiosity—just what was going on in that man’s head?
"If you’re thinking of subtly exposing Elia’s un-noble behavior to drag me down, I’d advise against it."
That was the only explanation Karl could think of. Otherwise, why would Leopold willingly go on a honeymoon? Especially a man as power-hungry as him.
"I’ve never considered that. Spitting on my own face would be more productive, but you can think of this as a partnership for mutual benefit."
"...What do you mean?"
This marriage brought Leopold no advantages—only disadvantages.
"I’ve grown rather fond of Elia."
The statement caught Karl completely off guard.
"Hah? You’re not scheming something else?"
Was this some high-level psychological warfare to seize the dukedom? Karl narrowed his eyes at Leopold.
"I mean exactly what I said."
Leopold’s mind drifted to Elia, recalling the bewildered, beautiful hue of her eyes. Suddenly, he missed her.
"I consider Elia a gift—compensation for dragging the royal family’s dignity through the mud."
Leopold’s words were sincere. And that unsettled Karl.
"How vulgar for someone of your refined tastes."
Karl’s mood soured rapidly. This felt like having his carefully crafted toy snatched away. That toy had been useful—tying the imperial family to him and avenging past humiliations. But Karl didn’t want to lose Elia to Leopold.
"Coming from a man clinging to his daughter, that’s rich."
The exchange grew increasingly crude.
"Whatever. Elia’s my wife now. Turns out my tastes are baser than I thought."
Leopold laughed—the laugh of a victor.
"Do whatever you can."
Karl drummed his fingers on the desk, agitated but refusing to show it.
"Elia likes any man with a di¢k, so you’ve got a chance."
"Thanks for the advice. So you’re in the same boat, then?"
"No. I’m different. I’m her dad."
Leopold’s face twisted in disgust.
"Ah, just a tip—she likes it when you fill both holes. Not sure if someone as noble as you could stomach that, though. Just some fatherly advice."
Hearing about her from someone else’s mouth was deeply unpleasant. He’d known, but it was even more revolting than he’d imagined. And knowing Elia’s childlike demeanor made it worse.
Leopold was sharp—he could read people easily, even from small details. It hadn’t taken him long to realize Elia’s intellectual limitations.
He loosened his suffocating necktie. Noble formalities were more tedious than he’d thought—even as a mere live-in son-in-law, he had to maintain decorum at home. Worse, joining the ducal house had forced him to liquidate territories and gold mines he’d been quietly amassing for rebellion, halving his wealth. He’d sold them cheaply to avoid strengthening the dukedom, but now he regretted it.
Maybe he should just get her pregnant quickly, buy another house, and move out with Elia. Though Karl’s possessive nature made that unlikely.
"...Leo?"
Returning to their room, Leopold snapped out of his thoughts at Elia’s voice.
"My wife."
As he approached, Elia tugged at his sleeve. The faint warmth of her touch made his heart race.
"Where’d you go?"
Her sleep-heavy voice was adorable.
"...I went to see your father."
Leopold hesitated before answering politely—a simple sign of respect.
"Daddy? Why? You should’ve woken me!"
At the mention of Karl, Elia’s voice rose. She clung to him, whining, leaving Leopold momentarily unsure where to put his hands. The thin fabric of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder, revealing the tempting curve of her chest. Biting his lip, Leopold adjusted it for her.
"We were discussing our honeymoon. You didn’t need to be there."
"Honeymoon? What’s that?"
"It’s a trip married couples take..."
Had no one even taught her the basics? Leopold smoothed her hair absently.
"A trip? Going far from home? Elia wants to see the ocean!"
"Yes, my wife. Of course."
Unlike anyone Leopold had ever met, Elia’s face betrayed every emotion—joy, happiness, excitement. Even the face she made lost in pleasure had been startlingly honest.
Remembering that expression from last night, Leopold exhaled deeply. Now that he was conscious of it, every brush of Elia’s skin against his sent a jolt through him. And there was no way she didn’t notice the sudden hardness beneath her thigh. She pressed down on it curiously with her hand.
"...Ngh."
A quiet moan slipped past Leopold's lips. Though he'd thought he'd thoroughly exhausted Elia the night before, he hadn't planned on doing this again so early in the morning.
"Give it to me."
But that thought vanished the moment Elia looked up at him.
"My wife is quite greedy in the mornings," Leopold murmured, exhaling sharply as he caressed the back of Elia's head. He unbuckled his trousers, letting them drop, and her eyes locked onto his fully erect length. With an audible gulp, she pressed her lips against him, taking him into her small mouth.
"...Ngh."
He filled her mouth completely as she began sucking, swirling her tongue around him as if savoring candy. Leopold bit his lip and tangled his fingers in her rounded hair, guiding her rhythm.
"...Ha."
Her body trembled intermittently. Leopold let out a long sigh as his hands wandered down, gripping her plump backside before tracing lower. When his fingers brushed against her dripping folds, Elia jolted.
"Ah—hnn!"
"Lie down. I'll take care of you."
After shedding his cumbersome outer clothes, Leopold spread Elia's thighs wide. Her glistening arousal coated her inner legs. Without hesitation, he hooked one of her legs over his arm and pressed his tongue against her swollen flesh, lapping at her while parting her flushed petals with his fingers.
"Ngh! Hhhn—!"
"Wife, where did you learn to suck co¢k like that?"
"A-Ah, Dad... nngh!"
His brows furrowed at her fragmented reply.
"J-Just... had to... take it... ah!"
Leopold wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze darkening. Even through her clothes, her hardened nipples were visibly peaked. He didn’t need to hear the rest—he already knew what she meant to say. He didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he swallowed her words with a searing kiss.
The size difference between Karl and Elia had been considerable, but between Leopold and her, it was even more extreme. She looked as though she might be devoured whole. Her body arched like a drawn bowstring, struggling to keep up even with just light kisses as she clutched at the sheets. His large hand engulfed her chest.
"I’ve always had rather particular tastes—never been one for ordinary things. Didn’t expect that to apply in bed, but it seems my wife will have to take responsibility for me from now on."
Whether Elia understood him or not didn’t matter. He could explain as many times as needed.
He pressed the tip of his co¢k against her dripping entrance. Despite how wet she was, her tightness still made it a struggle to push inside.
Elia clung to him, then sank down onto him herself.
"Ah—hhn...!"
The sight of her moving on her own made Leopold lick his parched lips. With a lust-darkened gaze, he thrust up into her, burying himself to the hilt.
"Haah—!"
"...Hah."
He gripped her shoulders, kissing her face between shallow pants. Every brush of his lips made her shiver. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned before slamming into her again.
"Ngh! Hah—ah, ah...!"
She clung to him as if she might be torn apart, but to Leopold, her grip was nothing. He caught her wrist, pressing her down as he kissed her roughly, relishing the sight of her disheveled expression.
"Wife. You don’t have to do this. If you want it, I’ll give you my co¢k as much as you like. No need to push yourself just to please me."
"Nngh... E-Elia... likes sucking co¢k."
Most nobles disliked fellatio, so he’d said it to be considerate—but her response was nothing short of obscene. Leopold exhaled sharply, a shiver running down his spine. He sucked her fingers one by one into his mouth. The moment he swallowed the first, he wanted more—her fingers, her tongue, her everything.
"Haah..."
He gazed down at where they were joined, pressing a hand against her lower stomach, feeling himself inside her.
"Nn... ah..."
Lewd, wet sounds spilled from Elia’s lips as her walls clenched around him.
"Haah..."
Leopold palmed her breasts, taking a stiff nipple into his mouth. Elia’s abdomen tensed, and the added pressure nearly pushed him over the edge.
"If you want more, relax."
He stilled his hips, breathing heavily.
"Hold me."
Elia reached for him. He hesitated—she seemed so fragile, as if he might break her if he pulled her too close. But he wrapped his arms around her carefully, savoring the warmth of her skin, the steady beat of her heart against his chest. The sound soothed him, filling him with quiet contentment.
"We have all night, and tomorrow morning, we leave for our honeymoon. I’ll take it slow."
He swallowed her sweet moans as he began moving again, languid and deep.
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