All I Wanted Was Affection and Donations from the Beautiful Girls Who Left the Orphanage... sobs - 01 [Leon's Perspective]

Chapter 1 [Leon’s Perspective]

The plan should have been perfect.

Where did it go wrong?

I’m waving from an open carriage with a strained smile on my face.

To whom? Incredibly, to the citizens of the kingdom.

Then, what happens?

“Kyaaah! Leon-sama is waving! He’s waving at me!”

“No! Leon-sama is looking at me—”

“No, no. Leon-sama is—”

An argument erupts among the crowd about who I’m waving to. What on earth?

The cheers of young girls—something I’ve been chasing ever since I reincarnated in this world.

Ordinarily, I should be overjoyed, especially considering I was a mere commoner.

A man like me becoming a king? It’s an extraordinary rise to power, something unbelievable.

I should be grinning wickedly like a young man who narrowly missed becoming a god in this new world, thinking, “All according to plan…!”

But then—

I glance to the side.

There’s a beautiful girl clinging to my arm as if she’ll never let go.

Her name is Letifa.

A princess (and a bit crazy) who organized this ridiculous parade to make me, a mere commoner, a king.

To me, she was a daughter, a disciple, and a patron—essentially, I was her kept man, someone to be taken care of. Yet, now the relationship of “wife” is about to be added to that mix. The word “NEW” shines glaringly, and I can’t help but find it utterly detestable.

Letifa’s appearance is undoubtedly perfect. To be honest, I want to embrace her immediately. I long to stroke her hair, smell her scent, and kiss her all over. Frankly, I want to unite with her. I yearn to give in to my instincts, thrust my hips, and impregnate her.

The touch of a goddess of fertility is overwhelmingly stimulating for a virgin like me.

Letifa has long, golden hair that looks like melted pure gold and bountifully ripe twin hills. Yet, she has a slender waist, and her long legs are beautifully toned.

Wow, what a lewd body. A truly lewd body. She seems fully intent on squeezing out my genes. Is she a succubus? Born just for sex?

Her body is so appealing—voluptuous yet dignified, far from vulgar. It’s my thoughts and desires that are indecent, not her. Shut up, me!

Her pure white skin is so fair it could deceive even snow. She knows well how to use her weapons, and the enchanting twin hills are deforming softly within my arms.

Squishy, squish.

So soft, and she smells so good! Maybe it’s okay to just go with these instincts. Alright, I’m going to hustle tonight―Hah. Wait. I can’t let my true self show like this…! Damn! Curse you, instinct (my partner). Are you trying to deceive me?

Come out, my other partner, reason!

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Hey, reason⁉︎ Where are you? Why aren’t you coming out? Come out already!

Instinct: “What’s the misunderstanding here? My battle phase isn’t over yet.”

Me: “Hyoooooo⁉︎”

Reason: “Let☆Me☆Go‼︎”

Calm down…! My brain is bugging out due to the sheer unrealness of this situation.

Even though she’s a princess who adores me, if I go along with this feast, there’s no turning back!

Remember, my dream!

In this world, unlike the one where I died of overwork, I decided to live a lazy—no, a leisurely life!

I planned to give love and feasts to the young girls at the orphanage—hungry for affection and food, those lolis—and brainwashing—cough, cough, I mean, winning their admiration.

When they turn sixteen and become independent, I would run the orphanage with their donations, living off them indirectly… That was my scheme!

All this was for the sake of using my memories from my previous life!

I vowed to educate them, turn them into talented women, and be adored as their mentor… I swore to live a life like a near-retirement government official who does nothing but stamp documents at the orphanage!

If I become a king now, I’ll surely face a workload akin to murder!

“Leon-sama… Leon-sama… Finally, finally making you a king— this Letifa is so overwhelmed with joy, she might lose control.”

Please, Letifa, don’t do this.

Wetting yourself during the kingdom’s parade affects me.

No, wait! What?

Scary!? Really scary! Why are your pupils so dilated!?

I’m happy you adore me unconditionally, but this blind worship—it’s starting to mix with madness. It’s terrifying!

Why? Where did I go wrong?

By educating promising young girls and turning them into talented women, I planned to profit generously by receiving donations to run the orphanage.

From these funds, I would pay myself a salary, living a life where I could indulge in luxuries occasionally. Meanwhile, I’d raise the next generation of talented women and gather donations from them once they grew up.

Truly a loli version spin-off of Hikaru Genji!

I’d be like a carp fed with bait, just opening and closing my mouth to have money roll into my lap, and I could even raise girls into ideal ladies.

And perhaps, by brainwashing—cough, cough—getting one of the girls who adored me to marry me. It was supposed to be a genius plan, so perfect it was scary!

Seriously, where did it all fall apart?

“Kyaaa! Sword Saint-sama! Sword Saint-samaa!”

“Look! The Holy Maiden! She spread forensic arts, previously only accessible to the privileged class, to the common people!”

“Amazing! Over here is the Alchemist of Creation who advanced the kingdom’s civilization by hundreds of years in just a few days with numerous inventions!”

“Wait! Next is the best-selling author, like a different person wrote them, Shakespeare-sama!”

“No wayyy! Now it’s the great merchant who rapidly popularized the emulsion developed with the Alchemist of Creation!”

“And now, the strongest sorcerer—the Great Archmage?!”

More cheers echoed from behind.

Looking back, I saw a line of carriages following mine.

And they were all filled with my former students from the orphanage.

“…Their father and mentor—Leon-sama, a man without desires, a gentleman, constantly performing good deeds, a great sage. There can be no other king but him!”

Hearing this, spoken by a woman of unknown origin in an ecstatic voice, I thought to myself.

My students are extraordinary.

A Sword Saint, a great merchant, a Saintess, a sorcerer, a princess—they’re on another level. They’re unbelievable. Isn’t that unusual? Can someone really become like that? If it’s possible, then so be it.

If there was a miscalculation in my plan, it was probably underestimating the potential of the young girls I raised with love. Their latent abilities far exceeded my expectations.

My disciples are no ordinary ones!