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The sun shone down on the dewy trimmed grass of the garden, full of luscious flowers, varying colours. There he sat under a gazebo with a teacup on hand and treats on a plate. 

It's been … many years since he came to this place. A world he had literally read in a novel, now his place of living. Taking a sip of jasmine mixed with a hint of honey, he recalled the year the story would begin. 

It will all start next year. He thought. When the main character would descend down from the sky, and be deemed as the saintess just as the oracle mentioned. But … before all that occurred, there were more pressing matters he had to deal with. 

"Young master Lyle, the duke has arrived." 

Lyle set the tea down, and stood up. His blue dress slightly shuffled from the movement. And he spoke unhurriedly, "… Lead the way." 

"Understood, sir." 

Lyle followed the servant to the parlour. The walls of the house have been lavished with gold ornaments, and marbled columns. Paintings framed were originals bought from auctions, and even the flower vases were worth more than a servant's six months of salary. Opulence and luxury. A privilege for a noble of his status as the son of a count. 

Lyle could live his entire life without worries of food, money, and shelter. And if he truly wished to be more proactive, he was free to pursue any occupation and education he wanted. 

Compared to his past life, full of lies, suffering, and the need to seek revenge—now … he felt no burdens. His parents, though stern, were kind and caring. His eldest sister Aretia has been deemed the sole heir of the countdom. And as for himself? Well … 

"Greetings to you, your grace." Lyle bowed in respect before sitting down in front of the duke. This was their first time meeting, and yet, there was already talk about an engagement between them. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long."

Wide purple eyes akin to amethyst gemstones came to their senses, and retrieved their gaze. "No, I'm fine."

Lyle didn't think much of it. After all, the duke must've been surprised that he was being engaged to a nua that wasn't the norm. 

Nuas were essentially hermaphrodites. Males that were petite like women, but stronger than them. Yet weaker than your average man. Often dressed like a woman as well. Not to mention, being able to become pregnant as a nua have both genitals.

For Lyle? He looked like a strong man. Wide broad shoulders with an ample chest, toned muscles bulking his frame, and he was much taller than the average man. Even before the duke, the person can only reach to his chest. Still, he wore a dress and accessories to classify that he was indeed a nua. 

That's why, seeing him would make anyone think twice. And Lyle believed the duke was no exception. After all, this wasn't the first time he's been engaged, only to have it broken a week later. 

It's just, this duke … Lyle stared at the blond man dressed in a dark burgundy suit with a build almost similar to a nua due to their slender physique. But they were as tall as a man. Lyle was just an incredible exception as most men were shorter than him. So he rather found the duke … cute. 

"Do you like tea?" Lyle figured he should start them off with a light and cordial conversation. 

"Ah, yes." The duke cleared his throat. "I do. In fact, I have quite a collection of tea. I'll bring a few over for you to try." 

Lyle's eyes glimmered with excitement for a moment, and didn't refuse the gift. He liked free things. "I look forward to it." 

It seems the tension eased as the duke began to speak more. 

"Pardon my late introduction. I'm Vince Vulpes. And I would be honoured and delighted if you call me Vince instead of your grace or duke." 

Lyle blinked. "… I didn't think you'd be so forward … Vince." 

Vince felt his heart stutter. Their deep and silky voice saying his name were music to his ears. By the gods, how could someone be so stunningly beautiful? He felt so nervous in the presence of such a beauty. Especially one he wanted to romance. 

At first, he hadn't been so keen on the engagement, but out of keeping good relations and favours, Vince didn't mind a political partnership. He hoped he and his partner could have an amicable, if not romantic, relationship. 

But just from seeing Lyle come into the room, Vince wasn't ashamed to say that he was smitten. Practically spellbound! 

He could lose himself in those unique eyes; deep blues with rings of gold around the pupils. Wanting to feel their luscious black locks through his hands. And their small red lips … He wanted to know how it'd feel to kiss them. Would it be as soft as it looked? 

As for their physique? Vince was beside himself with perverse excitement. That thin waist he could wrap his arm around. Their large bosom that looked as soft as pillows. And their muscled body … gods, he wanted to devour him. 

Such a beautiful man as his wife was no question. Vince needed to have him! He'd be a fool for missing his chance. 

"Do you dislike such forwardness?" Vince felt guilty for being selfish in his desires, however small. He was older than Lyle so he should know better. 

Lyle's long eyelashes fluttered when he looked down in thought. He hadn't really considered it. They were already engaged … So is a name such a problem? 

He shook his head. "… It's just …" Lyle debated on whether he should say it or not. 

And seeing that troubled hesitation, how could Vince let him suffer? "I know that this engagement started to continue the partnership between our households. And as it's our first time meeting, I know that it's quite selfish of me for putting you on the spot."

Vince gingerly reached out to grab Lyle's hand to hold. 

"But I would be honoured and blessed to have you as my partner. Because in my eyes, you have captured my everything with your stunning beauty." 

Vince kissed a knuckle, causing Lyle's hand to twitch from the contact. Yet their hand stayed. 

And when Vince looked up, he felt like his heart was going to come out of his chest from seeing the red flush on Lyle's skin. From their face, down to their shoulders. How could a nua be this adorable?! 

Vince smiled warmly, ever the gentleman he was taught to be. Suppressing the feral thoughts swirling inside him. 

"Please don't feel pressured. I'm in no rush. I simply wish to deliver my intent to our engagement." 

Vince moved to sit back down more properly as Lyle took his hand back. 

Lyle took a sip of his drink to calm himself. He'd been taken aback, unused to such gestures. His past partners had been awkward, avoiding his gaze, and barely engaged in conversations with him. 

So he didn't think the duke … Vince, would be any different. 

He could now understand. With such charisma and charm, along with their high status and wealth, it made sense how Vince ended up being the villain in the novel. 

As for his role … Hmm? 

As far as Lyle remembered, Vince wasn't engaged to anyone in the novel at all. While the man did pursue the main protagonist, the duke held a reputation of being a sought out bachelor among the circle. Handsome, smart, talented, rich, with a gentle and approachable personality—there wasn't anyone who didn't want to marry him … Well, no. That's wrong. The protagonist chose the male lead, not the villain. 

In any case, what does that make him? 

From the looks of things, their engagement was settled… 

Even though Lyle didn't do anything, the plot seemed to have changed.

"… You truly don't mind that I'm not like what a typical nua should look?"

"You're breathtakingly beautiful."

"…" Lyle looked down. Saying it so easily … 

Vince gripped his cup tighter to suppress himself. He felt so irrational when it involved the man in front of him. He supposed that he's now one of the love-stricken fools. Vince had wondered how someone could become idiotic in the presence of their partner—but now, he understood perfectly. 

"… I have just come of age and still quite inexperienced." 

"I shall endeavour to support and take care of you in any way I can. Please don't stress yourself."

Hearing that Vince truly didn't mind that he may have his shortcomings, Lyle relaxed. 

"Then … I'll be in your care."

Vince brightened up, but he toned it down. Wanting to retain his image in front of Lyle. "And I, as well." 

The rest of the time was spent with Vince talking about his business. Wanting to show his good points that he can manage such a large corporation and proactively seek to expand to other ventures. He wanted to showcase to Lyle that they'd be both financially secured and stable. He didn't become wealthy out of nowhere after all. 

Lyle saw Vince out, watching the carriage leave before he went back to his room. But not long after, he was called into his father's study. 

"Yes, father?" 

"How was your meeting with the duke?"

"He was … quite the talker." 

"… Do you like him?"

"First impression-wise, I find him … cute."

"Cute?" The duke? The man who's been granted authority to be able to eradicate a family household overnight? And the very same man with massive connections to various countries and the underworld that not even the royal family can go against him—that duke? … Cute??

The count blinked in disbelief at what he's hearing from his son.

Lyle nodded. He's always been honest with his parents since they've been good to him. Unlike his past life, his feelings for the concept of family didn't overlap. Good people deserved his respect. "He seemed … very keen on wanting to marry me."

"He won't dissolve the engagement then?"

"For the time being, no." Lyle wasn't so sure about the future even if Vince conveyed his intent on staying with him. 

The room went quiet, but it wasn't tense. More contemplative. 

"… Since that's the case, be sure to work hard on your studies so that you won't have a hard time when you marry into his family and manage his house."

"Yes, father." 

"And let me or your sister know if he dares to try anything to you. We may be just a count family, but I won't stand for you to be wronged in any way." His son had always been a gentle and sweet boy. Even if the marriage was arranged, he still wanted his son to be happy and live well.

Lyle smiled, "Yes father."

He retired to his room for the night as he wrote down the events in the novel that may take place. Since an uncertainty arose, his engagement with the duke, Lyle wanted to be prepared just in case things happen as they do in the book. 

Lyle looked down at his hand, thumbing the knuckle where he felt Vince's warm lips on. 

"… I didn't think my type was older men." But he didn't mind it one bit. 

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The next few days, Lyle was subjected to a lot of parcels coming his way. It seemed like everyday, the servant would come with a gift in tow from the duke. From flowers to jewelries, and the tea cans as promised. Lyle didn't reject any of them.

He decided that it would be good to return the gesture, and handed a letter for the servant to deliver.

Lyle didn't wait long. The same day that afternoon, as he was watering the flowers he was gifted, peonies and orchids, by his study, he already received a response to his letter.

Lyle let out a small smile. "I'll be going on an outing tomorrow with the duke." He announced to his maid. "It will be around lunch."

"Yes, young master."

Dressed in yellows and whites for today's outing, Lyle chose a lustrous purple pendant as the accent to his attire. He couldn't help thinking that Vince was quite a crafty old man as he put on his gloves and waited for the carriage to come to a stop before him.

Vince came out shortly, and greeted him with a warm smile. "You've become more stunning in the days I haven't seen you." And went kiss a knuckle on Lyle's hand; not minding the slight twitch like before. Vince found it endearing.

"… You exaggerate."

"It's simply the truth."

Vince helped get Lyle into the carriage, and they were on their way to busy bustling hub of the city.

"Your flowers…" Lyle started.

"Were they to your liking?"

"… Their meaning…"

Vince only continued to smile. And that itself was enough confirmation for Lyle.

While red peonies pertained to passion and love, as well as a referral to their engagement; orchids on the other hand …

"… I didn't think you were such a perverted old man."

Vince choked on his saliva, unprepared by such a forward comment to his character.

Orchids symbolized seduction, sensuality, fertility and perfection. It simply meant being the object of their desires … or that they want you to conceive.

"We haven't even married yet, and you already want to have children with me?"

"I-I-I—" Vince has never been so flustered. He, who dealt with flirts and sensual propositions from suitors, found himself at loss from Lyle's words. He didn't expect such a teasing nature! "It's—It means more on the passionate love side."

"Oh? So you don't want to have children with me?"

"No! I mean, I do. I just mean that—"

"Pfft." Lyle covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking from withholding his laughter.

Vince stopped talking to save himself from further embarrassment.

"I have the bouquet in a vase by my study. I'm taking good care of it."

Vince's pounding heart swelled with warmth and joy hearing it. "I'm glad it's to your liking."

The genuine sincerity made Lyle's own heart go soft, and he showed a small smile. "… They're beautiful. Thank you for them."

Vince smacked his head like a madman on the carriage, and screamed to the top of his lungs thanking god for giving him such a cute fiance—or that's what he imagined to himself. He settled for a simple "You're welcome."

Lyle just might be the death of him. But he would die happily as a fool for love.

They peruse through clothing and jewelry stores with stacks of boxes piling up outside the carriage.

Lyle had insisted that Vince shouldn't spend so much on him. Plus, he wasn't even asking for anything. But Vince just kept …

"This much doesn't even put a dent to the amount I have. Please don't be troubled, my dear. Don't you love getting free things?"

"……" Lyle couldn't argue.

"I much prefer if you enjoy yourself and let me handle everything."

"… Spoiling me this early on, aren't you afraid that I'll marry you for your money?"

"I'm thankful that I'm very rich then."

"… Hmph." Lyle walked to their carriage, and Vince chuckled as he caught up to help his fiance into the vehicle.

"There is a restaurant I reserved for us. Are you hungry?"

"… A little bit."

Vince ordered the carriage to be driven there.

"They have quite the assortment, including their tea selections."

"Is that so?" Lyle was intrigued. He hasn't gone out enough to explore such places, so he looked forward to this particular one. After all, it's their first date.

When Lyle entered with Vince they've garnered many looks their way. A common sight, even when they were shopping earlier. And Lyle doesn't blame them.

Not only was Vince a prolific figure, but he himself was an abnormal nua.

Lyle tried to not mind it.

Vince glanced at the gloved hands tightening their hold on his arm, and placed his own hand on top of it.

Lyle looked down at it and Vince smiled at the server. "I booked a reservation."

"Yes, Mr. Vulpes. Please follow me."

They were guided to the balcony of the second floor. The whole room entirely to themselves.

Seeing that they were alone, Lyle unconsciously relaxed as he was seated down.

Vince poured his fiance a cup of tea. "Are you alright?"

"… Are you not bothered by the stares?" Lyle took a sip.

"No. But I will be if it makes you uncomfortable."

"… You and your silver tongue." Lyle supposed that being popular, one gets used to such things.

"… And I also don't consider your company troublesome."

Lyle looked at Vince. There were constant murmurings. Of how surprised people were that he was a nua. Of how Vince was associating himself with someone like him. Lyle personally didn't mind, but Vince's reputation was being smeared because of him…

"… If only I could rip their mouths off for making you anxious." Seeing you worry for me is already a blessing, Vince thought.

Lyle blinked, a bit incredulous to hear such words from Vince.

The moment Vince realized what he has done, his face went aflame. "I-I-I mean, uh. I … meant to say something else."

"… Pfft-ahahahaha~" Lyle couldn't stop himself. Vince was deserving the title of villain. And yet, why was he so funny and cute to him?

Vince wanted to groan from embarrassment, but seeing Lyle laugh so happily, he swallowed down his embarrassment. "L-Let's order shall we?"

"Alright." Lyle's laugh slowed to a soft chuckle.

They ordered their foods and the atmosphere lightened up.

"… If you truly don't mind it, then I won't either."

"I definitely prefer that."

With quick service, the food was ready. And Lyle didn't hesitate to dive in. Eating his steak in small portions.

Quite delicate and demure despite being such a big person.

God, can his fiance stop being so cute?! Vince didn't mean it but his heart was seriously suffering.

He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"Are you alright?"

"Ah, yes. I was just reflecting on my words."

"That was certainly surprising … Do you often say your inner thoughts?"

"…… No. it's only around you."

The admission made Lyle smile and laugh some more. "I'm flattered."

Vince wants to bury himself to the floor, but also wants to keep seeing Lyle's expressions. A dilemma indeed.

"I like it … Getting to know you more and more … And I hope to know more sides to you … that you'd only show to your wife."

Vince continued to smile as he gripped his utensils tightly. I return the same sentiment. "Can we get married already?"

Lyle blinked. And Vince blinked back.

"I don't mind. But you'll have to discuss it with my father first."

Vince ignored the heat on his face. "… I shall do so." He inwardly sighed. No doubt he destroyed his own image with his big mouth.

Lyle watched the blond sulk whilst eating across him. He recalled reading that the duke was a vicious and cold man whose heart can only be warmed by the main character … Seems like that wasn't the case at all. Lyle retracted his gaze, feeling happy to be wrong.

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The wind got colder and the leaves started to fall. It seemed like it was only a month ago when it was sunny and warm. 

Lyle wrapped a shoal around his shoulders, glancing outside from the comfort of his room. 

In a month's time, he'll be married to the duke. 

Lyle recalled the memory with a fond chuckle. Vince had gotten an earful from both his father and sister. How it was too soon for marriage after only going on their first outing. And essentially lectured the blond about being more considerate, gentlemanly, and having a sense of propriety. 

The duke was on his knees on the ground, of which Lyle had gently lifted to put a small pillow under. Vince showed a grateful look before Lyle left his fiance to his punishment. 

Since then, they've gone on more dates. At times for tea, other times on simple outings. But the most memorable ones were times where they went to various places to stay a few nights. Whether it'd be in the countryside, in an isolated villa surrounded by nature, and even in different countries. 

They've been busy traveling often. Something Lyle never considered he'd enjoy. But they had to make their return to plan and prepare for their wedding. Not that he minded. There will be plenty of time after. And they'll officially be husband and wife by then. 

Lyle moved back to his desk after the recollection. 

Papers upon papers with the ink drying quickly—invitation letters. 

If Lyle had to be honest, he really only wanted to invite one household to his wedding since he seldom made an appearance in banquets apart from his debut. 

He wanted to leave it to his sister since she's more knowledgeable about the appropriate people to invite. But she told him that he should try sending a few for himself. Then she'll take care of the rest. 

Lyle stared at the sheets for a long time. Finally picking one up, and folded it into an envelope. Then called a servant to deliver the letter. 

It was his wedding, so he wanted to invite only the people that mattered. As such, Lyle would simply have to tell his sister that she's in charge of the other guests. He honestly couldn't be bothered to try. 

Thinking so, Lyle looked to the white dress he'd be wearing by his closet. Having a closet just for his dress and shoes was excessive, but Lyle would find himself staring at it often. It took months of finding the right design and tailor to have it fitted to him. And Vince himself had searched high and low for the accessories he'd be wearing with it. 

… I'm getting married. It was hard to believe. 

He thought that by some deus ex machina, the plot would force itself to happen. Delays in the engagement. Accidents. It had been worrying him secretly throughout their trips. 

Still, nothing happened. And his heart finally calmed. 

Knock, knock. 

Taken out of his stupor, the servant entered. "Pardon the disturbance, young master. The duke has come to visit. He's in the parlor."

Lyle's eyes brightened at the mention of his fiance unbeknowst to him, and walked quickly to room. "Vin." 

Vince looked up, and his breath was caught in his throat. He immediately covered his face with one hand and had the other outstretched. "Stop!" 

Lyle blinked in confusion.

"My heart feels like it's going to explode." You're being so adorable without knowing it. How your eyes are practically sparkling … and it's because of me. "Give … Give me a moment." 

"…" Lyle giggled before he moved to sit down. The small smile etched on his face as he watched his old man take deep breaths. It's such an endearing exaggeration, but one that always filled him with warmth. 

Vince has become less and less of a villain or some character in his eyes. 

He was a person who was devoted to spoiling him, showing him all sorts. A funny and cute person who never stopped making him the focus—as if Vince's world was simply Lyle.

Such a person… will be his husband…

"Urgh. Stop being so cute. I seriously can't take it." What's making you smile so happily? Vince stared at Lyle's soft expression, looking so content. He wanted to be unscrupulous and embrace him but it wasn't right when they haven't tied the knot. Vince could only suppress his urges. 

Lyle twitched, slightly startled, but he was used to it now. "… You're the only one who thinks I'm cute. Ah, but don't die old man. Or I'll be troubled that my husband left me at the altar." 

Vince looked affronted that Lyle would even entertain the thought of leaving him at the altar. "I would never … and I-I'm not that old." He was still considered quite a popular bachelor among the ladies and nuas. But his own nua keeps calling him an old man. Endearingly too … 

"It's our age gap … Do you hate me calling you an old man?" Lyle meant it as a teasing gesture at first, but it became his nickname for his fiance. Unconventional in this world. So only now he considered how Vince felt about it since his fiance didn't say anything before. 

"… No." Vince shook his head. "You love calling me your old man, so why would I stop it?" He smiled. "Doesn't it just mean that even when I do become all gray and wrinkly, I'll still be your old man? It feels like … a promise." 

"…" Lyle looked down at his tea. Already feeling quite warm.

Crack!

Lyle looked at the teacup in Vince's hand, noting the crack in the handle.

"…"

"Ah, it seems like this set is quite defective. Don't use it anymore."

Lyle blinked. They just bought it yesterday … "Alright." He put his own cup down. 

"… I wished the month we marry would be sunny and warm." 

They had discussed pushing the wedding to next year, but Lyle didn't want to wait. Next year, the novel will begin. Who's to say that things will remain the same as they were… 

Lyle wanted reassurance that at the very least, marriage couldn't be as dissolved quickly as an engagement. And … 

"I think the fall season suits us … In such cold weather, there are plenty of opportunities to … warm each other up?" 

"…… Prepare yourself well on our wedding night, dear." Vince met Lyle's gaze. Without any teasing or humourous intent. 

Lyle's breath hitched, and his entire body felt hot. He stood up, and quickly left the room. 

The servant was confused at the young master's sudden leave when the doors opened in a rush, but Vince simply smiled as if nothing was the matter when he stood up. "No need. I'll see myself out." 

There was only a month left. And Vince felt a giddy impatience for time to come faster. 

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Lyle took deep breaths. It took hours, rising earlier than the sun. 

He had a light breakfast before all hell broke loose. Hairstyling, makeup, gown fitting, sitting arrangements, menu checking—Lyle almost became dizzy if it weren't for his elder sister taking over. He sighed in his heart, thankful that he wasn't the heir. 

And when everything was set, Lyle now stood in front of the mirror with a bouquet in hand. An arrangement of purple calla lillies, blue hyacinths, and white roses. The purples represented Vince, while his own were blues. And the white roses portrayed a new beginning to their relationship as spouses. 

Lyle rubbed the petals gently. It calmed him; made everything feel real. Today was the day. 

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

A head peered in, followed by an excited grin. "Is my bestie ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Lyle watched his closest friend walk to him. Always reminding him of a white rabbit with their white hair and red-pink eyes. 

Rose was a nua like him. Except he retained more feminine hormones, so his body was similar to a woman. Thus, often mistaken as a female even though Rose identified as a nua. 

"You look so gorgeous! You might make your husband faint!"

"Please don't say that." Knowing Vince, he really might. 

Rose giggled, helping fix up the train of the dress, then covering Lyle's face with the veil. "I can't believe you're getting married so soon! And here I thought we planned to be lonely bachelors for as long as possible." 

"Aren't you pursuing the marquess?"

Rose laughed. "I am! He's quite fun to be around~"

From what Lyle heard, his friend would ask the marquess for a dance. And after a single dance, Rose would coax the man to converse over at the dessert table. And this apparently happens at every banquet. "… I do admire your tenacity. Has it progressed further?"

Rose grinned widely. "I'll tell you more after your honeymoon." 

"Deal."

Another knock caught their attention, and the servant announced that the ceremony was about to begin. 

Lyle took one last look at himself, and tightened his hold on the bouquet. 

It's time.

Each step down the aisle brought him closer to the man that will now become his husband; someone who he will grow old and spend the rest of his life with. 

He died alone in his past life. So Lyle wanted to cherish this moment even more. 

Vince felt all choked up. His eyes reddened. 

This gorgeous nua was going to be his wife. 

Gowned in laces and pearls, purple accessories adorned their neck and ears. Vince's gifts to Lyle, complementing the blue corsage and tie of his own white suit. A couple is supposed to match, but Vince felt that wearing each other's colours gave a sense of belonging to each other. 

Vince's lips trembled as he took deep breaths when Lyle stood before him. Listening to the procession managed to calm him down to properly say his vows. 

Dear gods, he's never been so happy to be alive. 

His hands shook, carefully taking Lyle's hand on his own to slide the ring. His vision blurred … and was that him making weird sounds? 

"Ah, sorry. Hic . It's just, urgh, got something in my eyes. Uggh." He was sobbing for sure.

To think the cold duke would cry at his own wedding. 

Watching Vince cry made Lyle calmer in return. Gently wiping down his beloved's face with a handkerchief as he chuckled. "That happy?" 

"Y-Yes. Hic. So happy! Urgh!" The words were almost garbled, which made it funnier to hear. 

Lyle slid the ring on Vince's hand. 

"I now pronounce you two, husband, and wife! You may now kiss the bride."

Lyle bent forward for Vince to lift his veil. And their eyes met. 

Vince's breath hitched, mesmerized by the beauty of those unique eyes. 

"… Are you not going to kiss me?"

"Ah!" Vince came out of his stupor, expressing his apologies for the delay. He gently cupped Lyle's cheek, and leaned in. 

The soft press of their lips shook both of their hearts and filled their body with warmth. Drowning out the applause filling the room. 

They soon parted, gazing at each other with unspoken tenderness and love.

"… Husband." Lyle softly called out, as if testing the waters. 

And Vince was more than happy to respond. "I'm here, my wife." 

Vince's eyes were reddening again, and Lyle quietly laughed as he wiped the tears off of his husband's face.

They were finally married.

The banquet was in full swing as both Vince and Lyle already changed their clothes in order to be proper hosts. But still wearing white as newlyweds. 

Greeting their guests, and accepting their congratulations and blessings, Lyle was surprised to see Rose come forward with the marquess. 

"Thank you for coming." Lyle hugged Rose, and nodded to the man. 

The brunet nodded back. This was Marquess Arrow Bahaus Tempus. "Thank you for the invitation. Congratulations, Duchess Vulpes." Cordial, succinct, polite. Not much of a talker. 

Meanwhile, "I'm so happy for you bestie~! I can't believe the duke was crying. Ahahahahaa~! What a sight to see! Ain't that right, hubby?" 

Lyle raised a brow at the moniker since Rose was clearly not yet wedded. 

"……. Mn." 

Oh my. The marquess, though expressionless, their ears were completely red. 

Lyle gave Rose a curious look, but the latter only smiled. So he retrieved his gaze. "We have a large assortment of desserts. Please, help yourselves." 

Rose and Arrow bowed before leaving. 

"Are you tired, dear?" 

A hand went around his waist as Lyle turned his head to the side. "A little … and you?" 

Lyle cupped Vince's cheek, gently brushing over the undereye. "It's a bit puffy."

"I know." Vince put his hand over his wife's, and nuzzled it. 

They share a comforting silence … 

"… I'm surprised you didn't stutter on our vows." 

Vince groaned. "You—You just came at the wrong time!" 

"I beg to differ. I came at the perfect time." 

Two weeks before their wedding, Lyle chanced upon an interesting sight. 

"Lyle, I know that we're getting married, but I still wanted to … No no. Ahem. My love, although it won't be long until we're married, it will bring me great joy if you... marry me? No, sounds off." Vince paced around the room in the same line, back and forth, deep in thought. 

Lyle, with the door open, leaned on its door frame. Continuing to watch with intrigue. 

Vince exhaled. "Lyle, I won't beat around the bush. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me? … Ugh, but where is the romanc— Lyle?!"

Vince's eyes widened. 

Shock? Aghast? Despair? 

Lyle couldn't tell. Only the obvious fretful floundering breakdown his fiance was having. 

"How-how long have you been—how much did you hear?!" 

"… Should I leave you to keep practicing? I can come back in a hour." 

Vince wanted the ground to swallow him up. It was supposed to be romantic and sweet. To make Lyle swoon at his wholesome speech. And yet …

Vince couldn't help but sulk as he approached Lyle with defeated exasperation. Still, with a deep breath, he took Lyle's hand and met his gaze. 

"…I know that I made a fool of myself, but whenever you're involved, I can't help but be foolishly in love." 

Vince smiled when it earned him a soft chuckle from his love. 

"Although we're to be married, I still believe that it's only right to properly propose and ask. Because from the day I saw you, I knew that I wanted to build a future with you. Sweet, gentle, thoughtful and caring. Even if you love to tease me, I find every part of you endearing and divine. I mean it. If only you knew how much you drive me crazy—how much power you have over my heart…" 

Vince's heart soared, seeing Lyle's face redden, down to their fingertips. He kneeled on one leg and kissed a knuckle. "I promise to protect you, and never make you suffer nor be wronged. My heart and my everything are yours…" He looked up, "So will you marry this helpless lovesick fool?"

"……. Yes." 

Quietly spoken, Vince almost missed it. And he was beside with joy, embracing Lyle. 

"Thank you, my love. You won't regret it!"

The heat simmered down in his body, as Lyle hummed in agreement. Lips upturned with a gaze full of love and endearment, he placed his arms around Vince's back. 

"I know."

And even now, those sentiments haven't changed. 

Lyle kissed the top of his husband's head. "I'll take a quick rest at the lounge. I'll join you again in half an hour?"

"I'll join you in fifteen. I could use the break too. Have a good rest dear."

Lyle was escorted by the maid to the lounge. And he picked up a random book on the shelf to read for relaxation. 

Just as he opened the book; however, it shone brightly—blinding him to cover his face. 

The suddeness had Lyle on high alert. But when he opened his eyes again … the book was gone. 

The room was still intact, without any change … 

And he, himself was still in one piece. Nothing on his person. He didn't feel ill nor pain … 

Lyle didn't know what to make of what happened. But he didn't feel like sitting down anymore. 

Vince blinked in surprise. "Back so soon? What's wrong?"

Lyle shook his head. "It's nothing … I didn't want to be alone."

Vince ended the conversation with some of the guests, and guided Lyle to sit down with him. "We'll just rest here together then." Continuing to hold Lyle's hand, firm and reassuring—grounding him. 

It's these moments that Lyle looked up to Vince's maturity and calm demeanor. Easing him to relax. That everything will be okay. 

"… Thank you." 

"Anything for you, dear." 

They were newlyweds, and today was the day of celebration and joy of their union. 

Whatever that book may be, since nothing happened, Lyle buried it in the back of his head to focus on the present. 

Today was their special day—and tonight will be even more so. 

Lyle won't let his worries sweep away his joy and excitment. 

"… I look forward to tonight." 

He watched Vince stiffen, face flushing with colour. 

Vince coughed. "I-I do as well." 

Lyle leaned in to whisper. "And I prepared myself thoroughly … Just like you asked."

It was worth watching Vince become a flustered mess, coughing up a storm with a red face. 

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Left alone now that the banquet was over, Lyle came out with just a bathrobe on. The steam followed in his wake as he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, dipping slightly under his weight as he crossed his legs. 

From here on out, this will be their shared bedroom. Well-furnished and lavished with the freshest flowers, highest quality materials, and expensive antiques. Even their large bed was said to be custom-made and handcrafted by an artisan. Excessive opulence Lyle couldn't wrap his head around. 

The Ducal Vulpes household may even be wealthier than the royal family. 

Lyle continued to dry his hair with the towel around his shoulders as he immersed himself in deep thought. 

He read the book from the perspective of the protagonist, and even then, Lyle didn't understand her choices. 

In his opinion, the male lead, the crown prince, wasn't even all that amazing. Overbearing yet indecisive. Never giving the protagonist a sense of security when encountering love rivals. A sweet and caring pretense that crumbles in helplessness under those with higher strength and authorities. 

Meanwhile, Vince had been sincere and devoted. Moving mountains, providing resources and opportunities—letting the protagonist shine under his care. He was even willing to dirty his hands just to keep his beloved safe from harm. 

Yet what did he get in return? 

A crown prince accusing the Vulpes family of human trafficking, illegal drug trades, tax evasions, and even selling government secrets to neighbouring countries. Blackening their reputation further and stripping them of their nobility. 

The whole household was executed in a month's time. 

Staring at the mirror affixed on the table, coldness gleamed in Lyle's eyes. A reflection of his past self looking back at him. Full of greed—living for the sake of vengeance. To watch his enemies suffer under his feet with a heart full of satisfaction. Ruthless and unforgiving. This ugly side of him he hid for a long time… 

If the saintess spoke out… If she was truly innocent and virtuous as she deemed herself to be, would she have just watched it all happen from the sidelines? Especially after all the things Vince had done for her?

Now that he was Vince's wife …

Lyle looked away, patting his face with the towel. 

Perhaps … His coming into this world held a deeper meaning. Besides, without Vince's help and influence, would the main character become the saintess so easily? 

The knock startled him out of his thoughts. His gaze softening when Vince entered the room. Also in robes whilst holding a bottle of champagne. 

"I was thinking we could drink a bit, to ease our mood." Despite their flirting and teasing promises, Vince chose a considerate and gentle approach. It was their first time, and his sweet nua must be anxious. Vince didn't want to rush Lyle into anything, and he didn't mind taking their time. Just knowing Lyle was finally his wife made him feel fulfilled and content.

The silly grin on Vince made Lyle stare at the man unblinkingly. His husband … 

As Lyle took a glass and sipped the bubbly drink, he cupped Vince's cheek, and pressed their lips together. 

Vince's eyes widened a fraction at the boldness, before opening his mouth. 

His adam's apple bobbed, swallowing down the sweet drink. Their tongues entangled for a short while. Parting with a thin strand breaking on their lips. 

Vince smiled. "Delicious." 

Lyle continued to stare at him, looking into his bright purples. The puffiness in the undereyes almost gone. Then, his hand reached over, gently carding through smooth golden locks… This handsome man was all his. "It is." 

Vince felt his heart tremble and stammer wildly. His breath caught in his throat as Lyle moved in for another kiss. Then another. Soft and sweet, ever so gentle. Yet all the more tempting. 

Vince gripped the sheets with one hand, reigning in his desires threatening to spill out. While his other hand held onto Lyle's waist, encouraging and supportive. 

Parting, their soft breaths mingled. Both not realising when they had closed their eyes. 

Vince gently smiled, "Satisfied?" 

"… Are you?" 

"No. It's not enough."

Lyle finally smiled. "… Me too." 

Vince's heart was going to explode. "You're really—"

"I'm ready, husband."

The bed bounced slightly under both of their weights as Lyle was pressed down by Vince. 

His robes quickly went undone, revealing unblemished fair skin, sculpted muscles, and a bountiful chest. 

Vince engraved each detail into memory. From the perking pink nipples, their toned abs, trailing down to their half erect member. "Every part of you is beautiful, that it's a sin." 

Lyle tried not to be bothered being exposed. Since he never had a partner before, this was all new territory. And right now, Vince looked like he couldn't wait to eat him. 

"May I?" 

Lyle couldn't help flushing at the desperate tone. His heart always skipped when Vince desired him so much. So he answered softly, "… Yes." And spread his legs on his own volition. 

Vince could now see the plump lips beneath the balls, leaking out transparent slick. His breathing became a bit faster. 

He slapped himself internally. Get it together! He couldn't bear it if he hurt Lyle due to his selfishness. 

Vince moved up, trailing kisses down Lyle's neck. His hands could finally grope the soft mass of flesh of his wife's bosom, squeezing them slightly. Gods, they felt as amazing as he thought they'd be. 

He really wanted to be more unscrupulous. Wondering what it'd be like for his dick to be pressed in between them. The head bumping into Lyle's small lips—

"Nnghm haah." Lyle let out a breathy moan as Vince pinched his nipples. Pressing and flickering the nubs that now stood erect. 

Vince couldn't hold himself back from moving closer. His hot breath fanning over the tit. And he might be salivating a bit. 

"… You can … do whatever you want." 

Vince groaned. "Don't say that. It's our first time. We should—"

"I want to see all sides to my husband … including the perverted one." 

Vince knew Lyle was teasing him. Just playful goading. He should ignore it and continue to be gentle. Take things slow. And—

"Oooh!" 

Lyle's back arched as Vince took a nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard and flickering their hot tongue. Whilst their hand rubbed and pinched the other one. 

… Shit. Vince really couldn't control himself anymore. He blamed his wife for being too tempting, and gently bit on the tit. 

"Hcck! Aah haah." 

The noises Lyle made were soft. Almost inaudible as if he didn't want anyone to hear. But being as close as Vince was, it was loud enough for him. 

Damnit. Even in bed, Lyle continued to be a delicate nua in Vince's eyes. It's almost secretive, only for those worthy who can see Lyle in such a state. Hear his low breathless moans. To feel his body tremble under his fingertips. 

And Vince was the champion responsible for pleasuring his goddess. 

His mouth pulled away, slicking the tender nipple with his saliva. 

He peppered more kisses down to their abdomen, watching those muscles flex and relax. Vince dragged his tongue further down to their trimmed pubes. Finally meeting the base of Lyle's cock, fully standing and dribbling of precum. 

Vince lapped up the shaft. All clean and smooth. Reaching the head to suck on the slit and taste his wife’s essence for the first time. 

Lyle gripped the sheets, his legs threatened to close but Vince held them open. His heart raced, his breathing increasing as the groans left his lips. 

The stimulation on his cock caused more fluids to leak out of his cunt. Now twitching and drooling like a hungry mouth. He wanted … 

"Vin." 

Vince looked up, swirling tongue more around the head before letting go. 

"Nngghn." Lyle's hips twitched. 

"I know. I'm thirsty too." His own cock stood at attention through the parted robes. Leaking and throbbing profusely, much longer and thicker than Lyle's. 

Seeing it made Lyle's pussy clench. A hint of nervousness in his eyes. Did he prepare enough?

Vince didn't know of Lyle's turmoil. Only mesmerized by the fat puffy lips waiting to greet him. 

He flattened his tongue and didn't hesitate to lap and drink up the juices spilling out. Not minding how his nose pressed on the balls. barely a hint of sweat. All floral from the soaps. 

"Aaah haah. Mmngnn. V-Vin, that's—oooh!" Lyle's hip jerked as Vince sucked on the clit. 

The blond added more pressure to keep Lyle's legs open as he continued. 

Strong shots of pleasure hit Lyle's core that his essences were spilling out more copiously. But Vince didn't care that his face was getting wet. He was thirsty, and he meant it. 

Pushing his tongue inside the quivering hole, he lapped the trembling walls, clenching down on him. 

Lyle's toes curled in, his chest rising and falling faster. He was coming. And he warned Vince through choked gasps. 

"Vin … V-Vin, it's—I'm—" 

Vince sucked hard on the clit and shoved three fingers inside without preamble. 

"Nnghnnn!!!" Lyle threw his head back as he squirted. His seed spilled on his stomach as his juices gushed out. Right into Vince's awaiting mouth. 

Lyle trembled and jerked as Vince continued to lick him, making him oversensitive that he pushed their head away. 

Vince moved up to kiss Lyle deeply, entangling their tongues. Letting Lyle have a taste of just how delicious he was to Vince. Parting to catch their breaths. 

"Good?"

Lyle hummed, kissing Vince's Jaw. 

"Would you like to rest for a bit?"

Lyle glanced down. 

Vince's cock rubbed against his folds, weeping desperately for release. 

Vince couldn't help but laugh softly, full of affection in his voice. "Don't mind it. I can wait." 

"… Didn't I say I prepared myself?" Lyle met his husband's gaze. "… Put it in." 

"… Are you sure? You just came. You're still sensitive."

"… Don't you want to feel that? How tight I'd be … Helplessly massaging your cock … reaching deeply inside." 

Whispers of a temptress that is his wife made Vince let out a harsh breath. His eyes darkened with lust. "… You'll really be the death of me." 

Lyle watched as Vince lined up the tip to his entrance, pushing in slowly. His breath hitched, reminding himself to relax. But it was impossible. Vince was spreading him wider than he prepared himself to be, and reaching deeper than he ever could. 

Vince himself wasn't doing better either. It was hot and tight, the walls clamping down on his shaft as he continued to push in. He almost came when he bottomed out and Lyle moaned. 

It didn't help that he could see a bulge where his cock was. Fuck. 

Lyle's head blanked, feeling his womb pressed by the head. The entrance of it sucked on the tip, unused to the intruder greeting it. 

Vince panted, using all of his will to not come immediately. He rested his head on his wife's soft pillowy chest, but unable to help himself from grinding his hips down. 

"Hcck! Nghn-aah! Haah aah." 

Lyle felt shots of precum pour inside. As if trying to pry his womb open. 

His hands clawed at Vince's back for purchase, unable to escape nor move his hips away. 

"You feel so good. Can I move, love? Please?" 

"Y-Yes." 

"Thank you. Thank you." Vince pulled back, leaving only the head, and slammed all in. 

"Oooooh!" Lyle's mouth hung open with his tongue lolled out. It crushed his womb. 

But he wasn't given a chance to recover. Because his consent earlier gave Vince everything he needed. 

The moans and cries spilled out as the harsh sound of the bed creaking and skin slapping echoed in the room. Plap plap plap! Vince relentlessly thrusted his hips, pounding into Lyle, practically bending his wife in half to put all his weight into fucking him. 

Lyle couldn't take it anymore, and cried out as he orgasmed. Clenching tightly down on Vince as his juices sprayed out. 

Vince didn't hold back, shooting his load into Lyle's womb. The hot and thick semen lodged inside, pooling to fill up the space as much as possible. 

But one time wasn’t enough. 

Lyle groaned as Vince began to move again. "Wait. Wait, V-Vin. I just cam—mmphn! Mmghn." 

Kissed senseless, Lyle's protests and cries were swallowed up. Leaving him under Vince's mercy. 

Plap plap plap plap! 

Even as Lyle climaxed, Vince didn't stop moving. Completely possessed. 

Vince shot his seeds into Lyle, again and again. Clogging up the tubes to reach for unfertilized eggs, filling the womb to the brim, even to the point of some spilling out along with Lyle's essences. Frothing at the entrance. 

Hot tears slid down Lyle's cheeks, replacing old ones as he came for the umpteenth time. And he flushed bright red when hot yellow piss mixed in. Embarrassment filled him, ashamed to have done such a thing. 

But to Vince who stared at it… 

"A-Ah. No." Lyle felt Vince grow bigger. "Can't. Can't—mmph." Kissed again, Lyle accepted his fate. His pupils had long since turned into helpless hearts as his eyes rolled back. 

None of him was going to be spared. 

The afternoon rays finally stirred Lyle awake. He found the sheets have been replaced, and he himself was wiped clean. "… Nghn." Only on the outside. Bits of cum dribbled out of his holes. Vince didn't forget to fill up his ass too. 

With a body littered with hickeys, hand-marked bruises, and bites, Lyle didn't want to get up at all. In fact, his heart soared with content. 

Lyle understood now why people enjoyed sex. 

Vince knocked on the door and entered with a serving cart. "Oh, you're awake." He hurriedly went over, cupping his wife's cheek to kiss his lips. "How do you feel? Is your body okay?" 

Lyle hummed. "… It's okay." His voice was a bit hoarse. 

Vince immediately poured tea in a cup, helping his beloved to sit up first before giving it to him. 

"Rest for a few days … and I'm sorry." 

"What for?"

"For … not being gentler with you." Vince reflected afterwards when Lyle passed out. He did a number on his wife, and on their first night no less! How could he not restrain himself better. 

Carrying his wife to the bath as he called a servant to change the sheets, Vince felt both proud and guilty in the marks he left as he cleaned them both up. 

Lyle didn't answer immediately as he took a sip of his tea. He glanced at the bite marks and hickeys he left on Vince's neck as the blond wore their collar open. And if Vince stripped, no doubt the scratch marks on their back from his nails would be apparent. 

He was satisfied. 

"I enjoyed it … so there is nothing to apologize for." 

"But—" Lyle placed a finger on Vince's lips. 

"We'll plan better next time… For now, I'm hungry."

Vince let out a breath, and sported a more relaxed smile. "Of course. I prepared your favourite." 

Ever the attentive and caring husband, Vince accompanied Lyle all day. 

"What about your work?"

Vince snuggled into his wife's chest. A privilege he gained. "We're newlyweds. They won't bother us." 

And come nighttime, Vince recently discovered Lyle's sleeping habit. 

"You sleep naked?!" 

Lyle blinked. "… Is that a problem?"

Lyle had never seen Vince shake his head so fast. 

"How could that be? Whatever my wife is comfortable with, I'm also content." 

"……"

Lyle was sore once more the next day. But this time, he was able to move around much better. Maybe he was getting used to their nightly activities. 

Nevertheless, their closeness and affection for each other didn't lessen one bit. It felt like, even after the week passing, they still had that newlywed energy. 

Lyle even acquired a new nickname for his old man. "Bibi, it's time for dinner." 

"Alright." Vince stretched, setting aside his documents as he got up. 

Lyle felt all warm and fuzzy when Vince always made him the highest priority. 

He expected to be told many things: 'I'll have dinner later', or 'I just need a few more minutes to finish up', and even 'Go ahead and have dinner without me.' 

But without fail, Vince always accompanied him no matter what it may be. Whether it was for walks, eating times, or shopping. 

Vince also never worked late so that Lyle wouldn't be sleeping alone. 

It made Lyle feverishly affectionate during their time in bed. Making out until both were breathless, and then starting again. Leaving their mouths tingling. Then at times, Lyle became more proactive in their lovemaking by riding his man. 

But that's for another time. 

Lyle did find it a bit funny seeing the head butler look at Vince with defeat as his husband went to embrace him, telling him he was done with work for the day. 

The Duke's house was full of peaceful winter days. 

Only with the thawing of snow did the coming of spring let its presence known. 

Lyle glanced at the budding flowers in the garden from his study. 

… In a month's time, the main character will arrive.