CHAPTER 725: CHAPTER 112.5 - AFTERGLOW

Myrcella and Titania lay nestled on either side of me, their soft, delicate heads resting comfortably on my arms like I was their living pillow.

Every breath they took gently brushed against my skin, warm and steady, syncing in rhythm like a slow lullaby.

The quiet rise and fall of their chests pressed against mine added to the peaceful aftermath that now blanketed the room.

The scent of sweat, sex, and skin still lingered in the air, blending with the subtle aroma of their hair, and it only intensified the satisfaction coursing through my body.

I could feel their bare thighs occasionally brushing against mine.

After a threesome that left our bodies trembling and our breaths ragged, lying here with them, wrapped in their warmth, was nothing short of heaven.

"Mmm~ Having you as our pillow after sex... it just feels so good," Titania murmured, her voice thick with drowsy pleasure as she snuggled in closer. The curve of her lips brushed against my chest as she spoke. "It really drives home the fact that I belong to you now, Leon..."

Her words sent a small pulse through my chest.

Possessiveness never sounded so tender.

"I-I get that feeling," Myrcella whispered shyly, her voice a little breathless, a bit shaken by the intimacy. "I love the way your muscular body presses up against me..."

Her cheeks were flushed a deep rose, glowing softly against the dim light.

That regal composure she always wore had melted away, leaving only the woman beneath it... a vulnerable, beautiful, and real woman.

The way both their bodies clung to me—nude, warm and soft—was addictive.

I could feel every contour of them, their curves molded against my sides.

My fingers itched to touch them again, but for now, I just soaked it in.

Never in a million years would I have thought these two princesses—so poised and so different—to be this wild behind closed doors.

Yet the memory of their cries, their moans, the way they trembled for me... proved otherwise.

Titania had always been the radiant, playful one.

Her energy was contagious, always teasing and always alive.

Meanwhile, Myrcella carried herself with quiet grace.

She was elegant, poised, as well as untouchable.

Seeing them shed those facades, seeing them writhe and melt under my touch... was still a shock I hadn’t fully processed.

It was surreal, having both of them here, wrapped around me in a tangle of legs and whispered breaths, sharing the warmth of the aftermath together.

Then, breaking the calm, Titania lifted her head slightly and asked with zero hesitation, "Hey Leon, how did it feel having sex with Johanne?"

The way she asked was blunt, straight from her lips without a second thought. Typical Titania—she was direct to the point of no return. It was almost charming, in a chaotic sort of way.

"Well... it was amazing, as always," I said, keeping my tone casual but honest.

"Compared to us?" she pressed with a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.

"I can’t compare something like that," I replied, shaking my head slightly.

"Ohhh~ that was a clever dodge," Titania teased with a soft giggle, her fingers lightly tracing across my chest. "Very smart of you, Leon. But jokes aside, I can’t help but be curious. I mean, Johanne knew she was a man for most of her life, right? Doesn’t that cross your mind while you’re... you know, fucking her?"

Myrcella stirred beside me and immediately intervened, her voice carrying that cool, motherly authority. "That’s not something you should be asking, Nia. It’s completely inappropriate."

"I went too far. I’m sorry," Titania said quickly, bowing her head slightly in genuine remorse.

I gave a small chuckle, brushing Titania’s hair behind her ear. "Honestly, I’ve never really considered Johanne to be a man. I’ve always known she was a woman."

Titania tilted her head and smiled, that sly little glint in her eyes returning. "I see... as expected of you, Leon. You can sense your target even when they’re disguised as a man."

"Fufufu~ That’s impressive," Myrcella giggled softly. "I’ve been with Johanne since childhood, but I never—not even once—saw him... I mean, her, as a woman."

It was true. Myrcella and Johanne were childhood friends, practically inseparable at one point. So it made sense that the truth would’ve blindsided her.

"Were you shocked?" I asked.

"I was more than shocked... I was petrified," Myrcella admitted, her eyes distant with the memory. "Hearing the truth from you instead of her made it even more overwhelming. Honestly, if you hadn’t told me, I never would’ve known. Though... I guess I did have some hunches. Her walk had changed. She seemed smaller, her posture subtly different... and her voice—it started sounding softer and almost feminine. But she hid it well, so I just couldn’t bring myself to believe it."

"Ohhh~ I had a hunch too!" Titania piped up excitedly. "Back during the sword festival, remember? And not only that—she was clearly in love with you, Leon. Even back then, she was looking at you like a lovesick puppy. I started thinking it was strange... and then I remembered that one time she suddenly collapsed from stomach pain. Turned out it was happening monthly! That’s way too similar to menstruation, don’t you think? That’s when I started suspecting she might’ve been a girl all along!"

Titania’s face lit up with pride, her chest puffed out as if she’d solved some grand mystery.

"I-I think... if I had more time, I might’ve figured it out too," Myrcella said quietly, her voice tinged with regret.

Then, suddenly, I noticed her expression shift into a faint, melancholic frown.

"I wish I could’ve known much earlier... I honestly wanted to get along with her—as a girl. I feel like we could’ve become the best of friends, even better than what we had before," she said softly.

I gently brushed her hair to the side, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.

"You don’t have to worry about what you missed out on," I told her. "You can still go and become friends with her now—as women. Time or the order in which you found out doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t change the fact that you two are still friends."

Myrcella smiled faintly. "Fufu... You’re right."

Just as I thought she was feeling better, her expression shifted again—this time into something more uncertain.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"It’s nothing... I was just wondering... What’s going to happen to Tris now... now that Johanne turned out to be a woman?"

That was a question I didn’t have an answer to. Not yet.

Tris and Johanne had been married before Johanne’s true gender was revealed.

And with the church’s stance—refusing to recognize marriage between two women or two men—that marriage, whether they wanted it or not, would be annulled automatically.

Considering both families only arranged the marriage for political reasons—basically using them as pawns—it’d no doubt cause a huge problem now. Especially with the alliance that marriage was supposed to secure.

Tris would be forced to return to her home, whether she liked it or not.

And what was happening to her right now... I still had no idea.