Chapter 88

“Honey, how do I look?”

“Huh, huh?”

Abados looked up while replying to a letter from the North.

Miho was standing at the doorway, having changed into her going-out clothes.

The dark green dress with daffodil prints was long, reaching below her calves.

Her slender figure was revealed as the dark green belt cinched her waist.

Though her chest was rather meager, her overall frame was thin and her proportions were good.

Especially, her ankles and calves were very thin, making her legs beautiful.

Abados’s beloved soft and thick black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

Who would think she was the mother of an Academy student?

“… I can’t have rumors spreading that the Marchioness Solers can’t dress.”

“That’s impossible. You’re always beautiful, Miho.”

Abados approached Miho, his mouth agape.

He gently embraced her waist.

Her waist was so slender that she fit in Abados’s one arm.

“… No.”

Miho Nanai pushed against his chest.

She raised her eyebrows and spoke with a stern expression.

“Remember, honey. Never let Sierra out. Not until I get back. I’m sorry to leave this to you. It’s a wife’s job.”

“It’s a father’s job too.”

Miho kissed Abados on the lips.

As she left the office, she faintly heard Sierra’s groans.

Miho tightly closed her eyes and turned away.

The place she headed to was a small shrine.

A place her husband had made for her.

She lit incense there and prayed.

“Oh, God…”

Soon after, a vehicle carrying her left the Solers family residence.

Meanwhile, the kiss his wife left was so fleeting that Abados only smacked his lips.

Unlike when she was furious a moment ago, her expression was much more lenient.

But he remembered the frightening glint in her eyes when Sierra was mentioned.

Well, who wouldn’t be angry when their daughter was like that.

“… Bradley!”

Abados shouted, watching Miho get in the car and leave.

“Do we have some beer and pork knuckle?”

“Yes, Marquis, I’ll prepare it.”

Abados closed the office door and sat down.

He began to finish the letter he had been writing earlier.

Knock knock-

“Come in.”

Abados said, his eyes fixed on the letter.

“Leave it there.”

“…..”

“… What… Ah, Sierra?”

Abados, who had naturally assumed it was Bradley, was startled.

Sierra Solers was wearing a yukata embroidered with red flowers.

Modernly modified, the length barely reached her thighs.

Down to her smooth legs without a single hair, just like her mother.

The V-neck was deeply cut, dangerously so if the belt wasn’t tightened.

Abados swallowed hard.

Like mother, like daughter, indeed.

No, he even thought this.

Right now, Sierra was exuding more sexiness than her mother.

She might not be as mature as his wife, but she radiated a strange allure from her whole body.

This wasn’t just because of the exposure.

Something about his daughter had changed.

“… What’s wrong, Sierra?”

“Father.”

Sierra’s black eyes were empty.

Her whole body lacked vitality, as if she would collapse at any moment.

Knowing what she had been doing until just now, Abados had to try hard not to think of other things.

“Please let me meet him.”

“… Sierra.”

Sierra seemed to be suffering from a terrible lovesickness.

However, as parents, they couldn’t just accept her sudden announcement that she was engaged to a man named Gilmon Salazar.

That’s why Miho had decided to meet him directly and settle things.

“Your mother went to meet that boy. So, just wait a little.”

“… But I can’t…”

“Huh?”

“… Mother… went to meet Gilmon?”

“Yes. You trust your mother, right? She’ll reason with him and come back.”

“… I haven’t seen him for days…”

“… What?”

“… I haven’t seen him for days!!!!!”

Abados was startled when Sierra suddenly screamed.

He had met many unique people and had various experiences in his youth, but had he ever been this surprised?

“… Father…”

“Ah, Sierra… What’s wrong…”

“… Daddy… Sierra promised… to meet Gilmon, Gilmon…”

“…..”

Sierra plopped down in a W-shape and began to whine.

She touched her eyes with both hands and sobbed.

It was as if she had returned to her childhood.

Abados was dumbfounded.

Sierra was precocious for her age.

Since she was seven, she had lost all her cuteness, perhaps because of her mother’s strict education, which he had been sad about.

He never thought his grown-up daughter would sob in such a childish voice.

“… hic, Sierra is sad… That’s what happened… I promised to meet Gilmon once a week. But I can’t meet him because of Mom, bad. Bad Mom!! I hate Daddy too!”

Abados dropped his pen.

He felt dizzy.

He didn’t know what to do.

It was as if she was possessed by some ghost.

For some reason, at that moment, Abados remembered the rumors about the Princess.

It was a very cautious rumor that she was associated with some lewd demon.

Everyone was hush-hush about it because it would be a big deal if it was carelessly spoken out loud.

He had heard that she had been confined for a week because she was in heat.

He had heard it from Sierra as well.

‘I heard that the Princess has been reclusive for days. Have you heard anything, Father?’

At that time, Sierra’s expression was calm to the point of being cold, and her words were coherent.

But now…

“Hic, sniff, nooo, I’m going… I’m going to see Gilmon… Hic, Gilmon… said he’d do it for me…”

One side of Sierra’s yukata revealed her shoulder.

Her soft, smooth deltoid muscle gleamed under the light.

Abados covered her clothes again because part of her chest was visible.

“… Sierra… calm down. What on earth did he do…”

“… Sex, he said he’d do it… to Sierra’s pussy… like this, make me feel, feel good, he said that!”

Abados sensed it from his long political career.

This matter might also be related to the Princess.

Why would Sierra, who was indifferent to other people’s affairs, ask him about the Princess’s affairs?

Apart from that, Abados staggered at the situation before him.

Sierra had started to pee.