I Was Reincarnated as the Prince in a Villainess Story, so I’ll Use My Cheat Knowledge to Create a Noble Lady Harem and Make Them All Happy - 11

Chapter 11: Between Reason and Passion

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Dragging his body that had been drained of essence, Valis finally sat down at the document desk. The memories from just a few hours ago still pulsed on his skin. Under the table, in an unseen position, traced countless times, heat squeezed by her palm, and finally enveloped deep in her lips.

The pure saint, Milia Elfein. Her true nature was a little devil who toyed with men using fingertips, tongue, and magic. Each recollection made his shoulders twitch. But Valis exhaled deeply and pressed his brow.

“…It’s true I was drained. But… I didn’t actively make a move. Yeah, I’m the victim…”

Muttering excuse-like soliloquy, he reached for a magic tool on the desk. A thin silver frame with translucent magic crystal embedded in a plate. Magic formulas etched on the edges. It glowed pale blue the moment he touched it.

Solitaria Scripta. An automatic transcription magic device that transfers voice and thoughts to recording paper via magic. When he was ten years old, he read records of a lost magic civilization mentioning “a civil officer handled a thousand orders in one day” in the castle library. 

Driven by curiosity, he collaborated with the mage corps, unearthed literature, spent vast funds to restore and operationalize that “lost tool.” Given the efficiency and results since, as crown prince, he was certain no investment surpassed it.

“Begin recording. Afternoon meeting, fifteen attendees…”

Dictating calmly, Valis’s eyes at the desk had regained cool brilliance. In “political arenas,” he was the most cold-blooded and precise reformer.

Reactions to the public bath proposal. The youth group representative was more cooperative than expected.  They had been particularly concerned about the low rate of young people settling in the area in recent years, so “a place to sweat” and “human interaction” were major appeals to them.

Next, religious reactions to the public prostitution system. Some elderly priests frowned, but Milia chanted Divine Arts, saying, “Bearing children and weaving the future is no sin. And doing so properly without harming anyone is what the creation god Zai Arios would bless,” easing the atmosphere.

Was there anyone else in the kingdom with such response and influence? She was equal to Reina in talent and beauty. Her true value was demonstrated in that meeting.

“…Even so.”

Closing the recorded file, Valis pressed his cheek. That voice in his ear, the feeling of her tongue… When his manhood reached her lips’ depths, he could clearly hear the audible gulp in the back of her throat. Feeling of guilt toward Reina existed. It did, but…

“I didn’t actively cheat…”

Muttering, he stood.

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The lodging arranged for him was a detached villa managed by the House of Duke Elfein. The exterior walls of red brick and white wood, the arched gate entwined with grapevines—all of it exuded quiet refinement. Inside, the heavy carpets and western-style furnishings gave the place a dignified atmosphere befitting royal guests.

After finishing the formal reception, he was guided to a private bedroom. Valis offered his thanks and closed the door behind him. The moment he was alone in the room, a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

When he sat down on the bed, his back sank softly into the mattress. A canopy hung overhead, and the faint scent of floral essential oil drifted through the air. The clamor of the day’s bustle finally began to fade into the distance.

He loosened his clothes, drank the tea that had been prepared for him, and had just begun to feel at ease when…

—Knock, knock.

A restrained knock echoed through the room.

“Come in.”

When he opened the door, there stood Milia. Her usual bright smile was subdued, and the corners of her lips curved slightly in a look of apology.

“…Earlier… I got a bit too carried away with the prank… Sorry?”

Contrary to her earlier provocative attitude, Milia looked solemn. Valis instantly relaxed his shoulders.

“…No, well. Of course it didn’t feel bad.”

As he was scratching his head awkwardly, Milia stepped closer. A sweet, dry floral scent tickled his nose. The slight hint of sweat and body heat caressed his cheek. Then, her lips neared his ear.

“But I won’t tell Reina, so rest easy… So, how were my “hand” and “mouth”?”

In the whisper’s afterglow, Milia parted her lips slightly, formed a ring with fingers, and stuck out her tongue provocatively. The sight was far too devilish. It was basically a replay of an earlier incident. The way her mouth, tongue and hand moved was far too lascivious and yet, her expression, eyes, were like a child proudly showing prank results.

The memories of having his manhood thrust deep inside her mouth flooded back to Valis’s mind. The pressure inside her lips, the tongue slide, the way she wrapped the underside of his shaft, the way her throat narrowed when he was deep inside… The squeezing pleasure…

“You… You…”

As he faltered, Milia laughed playfully.

“Just kidding, just kidding~♡”

Then, with a light turn of her heel, she reached for the door handle.

“Well then, good work today~. See you tomorrow♪”

As she turned her back, Valis reached out his hand, as if to embrace her back, her waist, and that gentle, lingering scent—

Gyuu.

“…It’s your fault, Milia…!”

As those words murmured beside her ear, Milia’s cheeks flushed faintly red. In front of the door, within that small space for just the two of them, a quiet spark of heat began to glow.

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