As Artia observed, Hari had the problem of being very open about her feelings for men, but she did not postpone or neglect her duties. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.
Hari sacrificed her body to heal people with warmth, so Artia appreciated that. Moreover, if Hari deepened her research on Sacred Power, it would also be beneficial for the dukedom.
Of course, in the lab, Hari was required to submit results every quarter to ensure she wasn’t just doing research.
“Kesha, did you want a personal gym?”
Remembering what Kesha had said while passing by, Artia didn’t forget and set aside a space for her.
On days when Kesha’s body felt sluggish or when she wanted a private lesson, Artia’s considerate suggestion was for her to use the gym alone.
“……Madam.”
Kesha knelt down.
While still on her knees, Kesha attempted to kiss Artia’s hand.
With a wry smile, Artia said, “No, you’re not a knight. What’s this? Why are you kneeling?”
“This body will be devoted to you for a lifetime.”
“It’s not necessary. Get up.”
“This body will train diligently to make Madam happy.”
Kesha controlled her trembling voice, giving tension to her abdominal muscles. Otherwise, she felt she might burst into tears at any moment.
“Alright. Exercise hard. If you need anything, just let me know.”
“Duke’s mansion welfare is the best! Madam is the best!”
To avoid revealing her tearful appearance, Kesha bit her thumb and looked at Artia with reddened eyes.
Many things have changed over the years.
Artia’s influence, in particular, has been significant.
Originally, if you were a woman of the Pelren Empire, a slender and lean figure was admired. So, she used to focus on how to make herself even slimmer. But now, things have changed.
Artia unintentionally triggered a trend for a healthy, sturdy body.
Though unintended, everyone was influenced by seeing Artia’s healthy appearance.
Then, one day, a letter arrived from the palace, bringing news of the death of Countess Harald.
Countess Harald, who had accumulated much resentment from various quarters, died in a fight with fellow prisoners while imprisoned.
“Oh my, what is this? You should have been a bit more kind-hearted. Tsk.”
Artia, in Casus’s office, clicked her tongue while scanning the letter.
The Countess, who had many lovers, was also imprisoned, and not a single person came to see her.
Not a single person.
Count Harald, who lavished money and affection on women, is said to have fallen into a state of depression, not eating and nearly becoming a beggar.
Ann and Jay’s secret meetings were abruptly cut off. Occasionally, she received secret meetings from lower-ranking men who hadn’t dared to approach her before, but they were all debt-ridden individuals targeting her youth.
“It looks like a lifetime of solitary confinement.”
With this, Count Harald received his punishment from the people.
If he had been kind-hearted in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.
“Well, those people are those people. Now, shall we start exercising today as well?”
Artia stretched herself while looking out the window where the morning sunlight was shining.
In the early morning, seeing the dampness outside, it seemed like it would rain after a long time.
Moreover, when it rains in the already cold northern region, the sky that hasn’t fully dawned yet appears even colder.
Casus and Artia lay in the Duke’s mansion bedroom with lazy expressions.
Artia lay with her head on Casus’s arm and asked, “Is your arm not hurting?”
Casus chuckled and replied, “Not at all.”
“Or should I switch arms?” Artia laughed, showcasing her transformed and impressive forearm.
With strength, the bulging muscles felt tangible evidence of the time invested.
“Oh, it seems like I need to grow it a bit more.”
While gazing at her forearm, which had become similar to Casus’s over time, Artia raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe you should stop growing it.”
“No, it’s not enough.”
“When do you think it will be sufficient?”
In response to Casus’s question, Artia clenched and unclenched her fist, saying, “Until I can lift the Duke’s carriage with one hand.”
“I can’t even do that.”
“I can.”
“….”
Casus stared at Artia with his mouth slightly agape.
“Well, then, I should be able to do it too.”
“Sure, try to catch up.”
“That’s what I intend to do.”
Artia meticulously sculpted her muscles throughout her body.
Casus learned for the first time that a person’s body could undergo such a transformation.
“If I land a punch, it might hurt.”
Casus laughed, looking at Artia’s forearm. “Well, why would I hit you?”
“…I just thought it might happen.”
“Me? Hitting you?”
“I don’t like pain.”
After a brief silence, Artia dug into his embrace as if in disbelief at his words.
“Hehe, just kidding.”
The Artia who used to fit snugly into Casus’s arms had grown considerably, both sturdier and larger.
As Artia turned her head and buried her face in his chest, Casus flinched.
“Hmm?”
Artia raised her head and looked at Casus’s face.
Her head had stimulated his skin due to Artia’s hair.
Casus used his other arm, not serving as a pillow, to gently stroke Artia’s head.
Despite trying not to let Artia know that he was sensitive to the touch, she seemed to have already caught on.
“Why are you like this?”
Artia asked teasingly.
Casus cleared his throat.
“You know my body is sensitive.”
“Huh? After living together for so many years, it’s still sensitive?”
During these years, Artia and Casus spent countless nights together.
Starting from the nights in the palace, their passion and affectionate words heated up every day.
With just a slight touch, Casus’s body reacted sensitively, expressing his emotions from his facial expressions.
Blushing, Casus spoke.
“Of course.”
“Then I should handle it with care.”
“You can handle it roughly.”
“Huh?”
“Treat it however you want. My body is yours.”
At his words, Artia closed her eyes and chuckled softly.
“Oh… If you say such sweet words, I get dizzy again.”
Artia lightly nibbled on Casus’s lips.
A sweet taste lingered.
His lips were always soft and pleasant, no matter when she tasted them.
Top Celebrity Younger Brother Bears Her Child (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: Forced to live stream romance with a top celebrity in a female-dominant world.
Yan Jin transmigrated into a brothel, with a fellow transmigrated junior beside her.
Hearing the obscene words coming from outside, the unfortunate junior covered his ears tightly, his cheeks flushed red, and whispered to comfort her, “Don’t worry, I will definitely help you escape.”
“Don’t worry, I will definitely defend your chastity.” Yan Jin looked at the flawless and delicate features of the unfortunate junior and gently comforted, “Because we have transmigrated into a female-dominant world.”
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Top celebrity Yu Shu suddenly fell into a coma during a concert.
Research scientist Yan Jin fainted in the lab after working overtime.
Two people with no connection were rushed to the same hospital.
Three days later, neither of them had woken up.
Suddenly, the entire nation discovered that a live streaming app had been forcibly installed on their phones.
Upon opening it, they heard the two discussing how to escape from the brothel.
The entire internet was in an uproar.
After the two successfully escaped from the brothel, Yu Shu’s fan group rushed to make a banner and sent it to the hospital overnight.
“Big sister bravely took action to defend the chastity of our idol!”
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When Yu Shu was diagnosed with pregnancy, Yan Jin stared at his belly for a long time.
Covering his stomach, he muttered gloomily, “If you don’t like it, I’ll go get an abortion.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Yan Jin hugged Yu Shu and said softly, “I just feel like I’m not human.”
Yu Shu comforted Yan Jin, “I was already an adult when we got together.”
Yan Jin hesitated, “But you won’t be of legal marriageable age even after giving birth to the child.”
At the same time, a flood of bullet comments appeared in the live streaming room that the two couldn’t see.
[Although it’s inappropriate, I also want a young and handsome boyfriend to have my child.]
①Male pregnancy (highlighted)
The female lead is five years older than the male lead, and the male lead is already an adult when he appears.
