“Now that I understand the Saintess’s wishes, I too… will try to accept it.”
At the sight of his utterly serious expression, Liliana found herself nodding without even realising it.
One way or another, the fact that Altus decided to accept Liber as her second husband was an admirable choice.
She was just about to reach out and take Altus’s hand when—
Bang.
The door to Liber's room swung wide open.
Liliana turned around in surprise.
But, of course, she didn't have the ability to see through things, so she couldn't see who was approaching her.
"Liber...?"
"Sorry, did you wait long?"
Thud, thud.
The sound of footsteps quickly approached and then stopped.
Then something cold touched her tense buttocks.
Liliana's body flinched.
"Ugh, it's cold......."
"I asked for some ointment. They said it’s good to apply it to the swollen area."
Liber rubbed her swollen buttocks as he spoke.
The ointment, which was cold at first, warmed up as it was rubbed in, as if heated by her body temperature.
Didn't he say he was erect earlier? And yet, he went and got ointment?
Confused, Liliana asked.
"You… went out in that condition?"
“Yeah, when they asked why it was like that, I told them I worked too hard yesterday and it got swollen.”
“...”
She appreciated him applying the ointment, but honestly, he really seemed like a total lunatic.
Even Altus, who had just said he’d try to accept Liber, was staring blankly at the wall with glazed eyes.
“But you’re really something else, bro. It’s still all red, and yet you didn’t show your face all day.”
Unaware that Altus was there, Liber muttered as he slathered the ointment on.
“Should I sneak up later and kick him? From behind, secretly...”
"Don't approach a knight from behind."
It was then that Altus suddenly spoke up.
Startled by the unexpected voice, Liber fell silent for a moment.
“Oh, you were there, bro? You should’ve said something if you came.”
“Knights are very sensitive to sounds and movements, so startling them carelessly can be dangerous.”
“Ah, I know. There were knights in the palace, too, after all.”
As he said that, Liber gave her now-damp butt a few kneads.
Liliana tried not to show any reaction, but she couldn’t help clenching her fists tightly.
"...Liber."
Liliana spoke calmly. Altus was watching her.
Though Altus had decided to accept Liber, there was no way he would be happy seeing him touching her like that right in front of his eyes.
“Have you finished applying the ointment?”
‘If you’re done, take your hand away. Stop kneading.’ — That was what she meant.
But Liber's hand didn't come off as if it were stuck.
Instead, he rubbed her skin even more blatantly.
“No, it needs some time to soak in.”
“…”
"Why, are you already feeling it?"
A playful laugh echoed from beyond the wall. Liliana glanced briefly at Altus.
He remained seated, completely still, watching her.
"Who's feeling it... hng!"
The moment Liliana shook her head, a long finger slipped between her thighs.
The touch tracing her wet, tender flesh made her waist tremble involuntarily.
"Li-Liber..."
"What happens when the Saintess lies? Mother's probably watching, you know."
Liber’s hand parted her slick folds without hesitation, then pressed and rubbed the clitoris, still soft and unstirred.
Liliana bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but she couldn’t stop her body from squirming.
"Liber, later... ah — can’t we do this later...?"
"Later? When you're already this wet?"
Liber sneered and rubbed her more deliberately, as if to make a point.
The slick, squelching sound of wet flesh was loud enough to carry through the wall.
Liliana turned her head, unable to meet Altus’s eyes.
Altus still sat where he had been, unmoving.
"...Liber."
It was then that a deep voice rang out.
Altus was staring at the wall.
Liliana noticed that it was the first time Altus had spoken Liber’s name, but Liber simply scoffed in response.
"Oh? If you're not happy, why don’t you go sleep somewhere else? You were pretty wild yesterday too..."
"Wash your hands first."
At those words, the hand between her legs went still.
Liliana, startled, lifted her head.
"Altus?"
"How dare you touch the Saintess with unwashed hands?"
Altus’s voice rang out, firm and commanding, just like when he issued orders to the paladins.
But it wasn’t what Liliana had expected.
Liber, too, seemed caught off guard; the smug confidence in his voice faltered slightly.
"Uh, bro. I already washed them earlier…"
"There’s probably ointment on your hands."
“...”
"Isn’t that right?"
A brief silence fell.
Looking guilty, Liber reluctantly withdrew his hand.
"Come on… It’s just ointment meant for my cock, so what’s the problem? I haven’t even put it in yet..."
"Wash it properly."
There was no room for negotiation in Altus’s voice — it was unwavering.
Liliana stared at him like he was out of his mind.
Liber hesitated for a moment, then let out a grunt.
"I’ll be right back, Saintess. Just hold on a bit."
"It's okay to be late, but did you at least trim your nails short and clean?"
"Hey, I was a prince up until just yesterday, you know? And on top of that, I’m a newlywed — of course, I took care of my nails."
Grumbling under his breath, Liber stomped off toward the washroom.
Altus, clearly satisfied, reached out and gently stroked Liliana’s cheek.
She blinked at him, still stunned by everything that had just happened.
"...Altus."
"Yes, Saintess."
Altus sat perfectly still, not moving an inch, like he intended to stay and watch her spend the night with Liber.
Liliana hesitated, then offered a suggestion.
"How about... sleeping in a different room tonight? Liber didn’t really get to consummate the marriage yesterday properly..."
"No. Liber still seems to need some guidance, so I’ll assist him tonight."
‘Assist him? With what?’
Liliana stared at Altus, dumbfounded.
Altus looked back at her and smiled — gentle, almost tender.
"Surely, Mother had a purpose in placing you here, Saintess, isn’t that right?"
Looking into his softly curved eyes, Liliana opened and closed her mouth helplessly, at a loss for words.
Altus rose slightly and kissed her.
His lips, which had only brushed hers at first, pressed in and parted them.
It was a kiss she knew well.
His moist tongue slid smoothly against hers, curling around it with practised ease.
Without thinking, Liliana wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
Smooch, smooch—
Just as the tips of their tongues lightly touched, sending a tickling sensation, Altus gently cupped her breast.
"Al-Altus..."
Their warm breaths tangled together, and a soft moan slipped from Liliana’s lips.
Just as she began to move her hips with gentle motion...
“What’s this? What are you two doing without me?”
Liber’s voice rang out.
Liliana snapped back to her senses and lifted her head, but Altus’s lips remained tenaciously on hers.
Realising what was happening beyond the wall, Liber spoke with incredulous disbelief.
“So that’s why you told me to wash my hands? I had a feeling something wasn’t right...”
“...Cleanliness is the most basic of basics.”
Altus replied as he finally pulled his lips away from Liliana.
His gaze stayed fixed on her flushed face.
Then he spoke again.
“What are you waiting for? Don’t stop.”
"Huh?"
"The Saintess is waiting."
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