“Pillow talk.”
The magical wish a consort whispers to a male after spending a long night together.
A well-satiated male is often more willing to grant the female’s wishes.
“They must have obtained the palace that way.”
While outwardly denying it, everyone thought so.
In a short time, Titie gained more than just the palace from the Emperor.
The famous Camellia Garden and Maple Forest in the imperial palace were temporarily designated as Titie’s domain in the Repeto Palace.
It was as if a part of the palace had been given to a consort.
Moreover, there were plans to allocate an annual budget for Titie, recognized as a distinguished guest in Repeto Palace.
If this wasn’t pillow talk, what was it?
While everyone was cautious not to speak openly, treating her as a consort was a topic of interest.
Now, with the Emperor absent, the nobles were becoming more overt in their treatment of Titie.
This proved that Titie had yet to tip the scales of power in her favor.
Titie quickly became the butt of the joke.
Count Edro, belatedly understanding Groer’s words, became furiously agitated.
“How dare you treat my daughter this way! I will request an audience with the Emperor immediately!”
Using the Emperor as leverage in the Louvre family’s defense.
But Groer was unimpressed.
“Ah, my apologies. Being in the battlefield for so long, I must have picked up some barbaric habits. Please understand, esteemed Count.”
Groer’s earlier joke now came out of his mouth.
Groer grinned menacingly at Edro, who had turned pale.
“And why run to the Emperor when you’re angry? If you do that, aren’t you just confirming what I said? That would be unfortunate for Miss Titie.”
Groer clicked his tongue in faux pity.
Edro shook with anger but was ultimately powerless to act.
Despite their human appearance, their true nature was that of beasts.
The hierarchical relationship between herbivores and carnivores was an instinctual one.
Most scholars and high officials were herbivores, while many generals and politicians who focused on power were carnivores.
Omnivores played a mediating role, so direct encroachments of the implicit territories between pure herbivores and carnivores were rare.
“But… that’s…”
Edro was sweating profusely.
Meanwhile, the First Knight Division, noticing the Duke and the chief commander together, gathered at the scene.
“What brings both of you here?”
All were coyote Therianthropes.
They looked questioningly at the Count standing in front of their commander.
Edro’s back bent further in the presence of these carnivorous animals.
‘If they know I accused them of being tainted by barbarism…’
The stark difference between the deer and coyote troops was evident.
Edro was almost cowering on the ground.
The Duke spoke up.
“Count Louvre.”
“Yes, yes?”
Edro’s response was meek under the apex of the food chain.
“You still don’t understand the consequences of speaking carelessly.”
His tone was monotonous.
But to the Count, it sounded like a warning of what was to come.
Suddenly, Edro’s curly hair shifted, revealing perked-up ears.
“Oh my.”
“Oh dear.”
“How embarrassing.”
Exclamations of sympathy echoed around as Edro’s face turned bright red.
Revealing animal ears in such a large gathering was a source of shame.
It meant he was unable to control his emotions.
“I misspoke, Duke. Please forgive me…”
“An apology? What about to my men?”
“……I misspoke. Truly sorry.”
Ultimately, Count Edro had to bow in front of everyone.
Countess Delsi, looking dejected, took her humiliated husband and left through the crowd, leaving Titie behind.
‘What happened to ‘our daughter’ now?’
Everyone was incredulous at the Count couple’s sudden turnaround.
Some even felt sympathy for Titie, left alone.
“Perhaps Lady Titie’s words also helped.”
“Yes.”
Titie’s eyes welled up at the mixed sympathy and consolation.
“Everyone…”
Overwhelmed by gratitude, Titie was handed a handkerchief by a young noblewoman, moved by her plight.
Wiping her tears with it, Titie tried to smile.
“Thank you, everyone. Even though it was just my misunderstanding… I hope my request to the Emperor was of some help.”
With that, her tearful eyes turned towards the Duke.
“May I request a dance with the Duke as a sign of apology?”
Her innocent face looked up at the Duke.
The same helplessness that had charmed the Emperor.
Despite having just seen the Count chased away, she dared to ask for a dance. Levroga, watching from Sephia’s side, clicked her tongue in amazement.
Titie waited for Roxan’s response.
When his handsome face broke into a gentle smile, the females around gasped in admiration.
The man who had been a cold predator while dealing with the Count instantly radiated a sweet atmosphere.
Any female there would have desired his attention.
Especially Titie, who bravely requested the dance.
But the focus of his gaze was already predetermined.
“I would like to dedicate my first dance to the Empress, my benefactor.”
Turning away from Titie, Roxan walked towards Sephia.
Numerous eyes followed his movement, now focusing on Sephia as well.
“May I have the honor of this dance?”
Sephia hesitated as she looked at his outstretched hand.
Their gazes, knowing yet unknowing, intertwined in the air.
“Alright.”
Sephia placed her hand in his.
A quintet announced a new dance.
Sephia stepped onto the dance floor with Roxan.
It was her first time dancing with a man other than Demios since becoming Empress.
The music was a lively waltz, perhaps to reverse the mood.
Their bodies gracefully bowed towards each other.
Roxan’s arm wrapped around Sephia’s waist, and their hands met as the dance began.
They moved together beautifully to the melody, coming close and then apart, turning in a circle, almost embracing.
During the dance, Roxan asked,
“Were you upset?”
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t.
But Sephia, too, hadn’t wanted her identity revealed, so it was a draw.
Without her response, Roxan continued,
“Roxan is my childhood name. My mother gave it to me, hoping it would be a blessing. I’ve lived by that name since leaving for the campaign. I am deeply attached to it.”
There must be a reason he used that name in the battlefield.
Perhaps, hoping for someone’s blessing.
And it being a name given by his deceased mother made it especially meaningful to him.
Knowing it wasn’t a pseudonym softened her feelings slightly.
Following his lead in the turn, Sephia said,
“I didn’t know. That you were the Duke…”
He knew, and she didn’t.
She must have felt a sense of hurt from that gap.
At that time, she thought it was okay, but Roxan had exceeded Sephia’s expectations by far.
“I did not approach the Empress to seek help.”
He clarified even the slightest remaining misunderstanding.
‘Then why…’
What other reason could the Duke have had for approaching the Empress?
As she looked puzzled, Roxan answered.
“I wanted to meet you, regardless of status.”
Me?
Sephia was surprised.
She still found it difficult to understand his true intentions.
“Since when have you had such thoughts?”
“From three years ago. No, actually, even before that.”
The brief eye contact with his golden eyes seemed particularly profound.
Another turn.
Sephia moved to the rhythm, but her mind pondered the meaning of his words.
Three years ago would have been when he was on the battlefield.
It was just after Sephia became Empress, a little over two years ago.
The most significant event of that year would have been the death of the previous Empress.
However, there was hardly any political change.
Even before Sephia became Empress, the previous Empress had been in a coma, and all power had already shifted to Demios.
‘There was no connection between him and me.’
This was certain.
But what did he mean by ‘even before that’?
It might not have had any special meaning, but it bothered her nonetheless.
As Sephia’s thoughts deepened, he made a request.
“Would you call me Roxan?”
We are already friends.
There was no falsehood in his expression as he spoke, linking himself with Sephia.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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