The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 31: A Wavering Heart ☆

Chapter 31: A Wavering Heart ☆

After escorting Alexander to the guest room, I returned to my chamber.

In the stillness, his words echoed repeatedly in my mind.

“You’re a true hero, Leia.”

Those words were both joyful and somehow hollow.

Gazing at the moon through the window, complex emotions welled up.

By tomorrow evening, he’ll be gone.

And then, his world with Eleanor will continue.

Will I remain just a friend, standing by their side?

“But I have to endure…”

My eyes fell on the steaming bathtub.

Warm water prepared by the maid.

Hesitating, I slowly undressed and sank into the bath.

The hot water enveloped my skin, easing tense muscles.

The wounds from the dragon battle, mostly healed by Mother’s magic, still ached faintly.

But now, my heart’s pain overshadowed my body’s.

The weight of unrequited feelings.

“Alexander…”

Murmuring his name, I closed my eyes in the bath.

Memories from childhood flooded back.

His smile, our adventures, countless hours spent together.

And the special feelings that sprouted at some point.

I can’t pinpoint when friendship turned to love.

It was too natural a shift.

But watching him grow close to Eleanor, I could only bury those feelings deep within.

Rising from the bath, I stood by the window, where countless stars glittered in the night sky.

Tonight, they seemed especially beautiful.

As if heralding something.

“Tomorrow, he’ll leave…”

The reality struck me like a blow.

If I let him go without acting, I’ll surely regret it.

But acting risks ruining our precious friendship.

I agonized until midnight.

Pacing between the window and bed, I debated within.

“It would betray Eleanor.”

“But she’s changed lately.”

“Still, he loves her.”

“But I can’t keep suppressing these feelings.”

Past midnight, I finally resolved.

Tonight might be my last chance.

Such a night may never come again.

“I don’t want regrets…”

I took a rarely used perfume from the dresser.

A special scent inherited from Mother.

A captivating blend of floral sweetness and forest depth.

I dabbed it lightly on my neck and chest.

And a little on that intimate lower place.

Next, I chose a sheer nightdress I rarely wore.

Its translucent fabric clearly outlined my body.

Seeing my reflection, I faltered.

“Is this right? Truly?”

But there was no turning back.

Just for tonight, I’d be brave.

Stepping quietly into the corridor, I headed to Alexander’s guest room.

The castle’s halls, lit only by moonlight, became a mystical space of shadow and light.

My heart raced, my hands trembled.

At his door, I took several deep breaths.

“This is my last chance…”

I turned the doorknob silently and slipped inside.

In the moonlight, his sleeping form lay on the bed.

His peaceful breathing filled the room.

As I approached, his face came into view.

Without his usual tension, he looked childlike, unguarded.

One step closer—

“Who’s there!”

Alexander sprang up with startling speed, hand on the sword by his pillow.

A true warrior, sensing an intruder even in darkness.

“Leia…?”

The moonlight illuminated me, and his eyes widened.

His sword hand froze in midair.

“Why… are you here…?”

Words seemed to fail him.

Seeing his confusion, I steeled my resolve.

No turning back.

“Alexander, just for one night.”

My voice trembled.

“Let me make a memory… I want to live on with it.”

My words echoed oddly in the silence.

Alexander sat up, frozen, his eyes a mix of confusion and shock.

“I want my first time to be with you.”

Squeezing out courage, I spoke the feelings I’d never voiced.

His expression shifted.

From shock to something pained.

“But I have a fiancée…”

His words stabbed my heart.

I knew that.

I knew all about Eleanor.

That’s why I was sneaking in at midnight.

“No one will know. You can forget this night.”

I stepped closer, aware of how the moonlight highlighted my body through the sheer nightdress.

“Just one night… please…”

I approached, watching his face.

His eyes caught my form, then quickly looked away.

“Am I not attractive?”

I asked, despairing, offering an excuse for rejection.

“That’s not true,” his voice rasped.

“I’m barely holding myself back. Please, Leia, don’t come closer.”

I paused at his words.

He felt something for me.

Not outright rejection.

That realization sparked a small joy deep within.

Ignoring his plea, I drew nearer.

Summoning all my courage, I sat on the edge of his bed.

Hesitating, I pressed my body against his.

My chest squished against him.

This was far scarier than fighting a dragon.

Yet I cruelly calculated that his kindness wouldn’t hurt me.

How low of me.

As expected, Alexander gently embraced me.

But it wasn’t passion—something else drove it.

“I’m sorry, Leia, I’ve never done this.”

His confession surprised me.

A man like Alexander, inexperienced?

But his earnest nature made it believable.

“And I’ve decided my first time will be with Eleanor, on our wedding night.”

His words pierced deeper.

His loyalty, his sincerity—his charm—became my cruel rejection.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he continued, gently stroking my hair.

“You’re incredibly attractive. Beautiful, graceful, with a noble spirit everyone admires.”

His sincere words hurt more.

Valued as a friend, a warrior, but not as a woman.

“So, can you forgive me if we stop here?”

With that, he held me gently and softly kissed me.

My first kiss.

His lips were soft, warm.

And kind.

But gradually, passion mixed with that kindness.

His hands supported my back, the kiss deepening.

A deep kiss.

A long, heated kiss that stole my breath.

My head spun. I hadn’t known such sweet sensations existed.

The security and exhilaration of his arms.

If only this moment could last forever.

Even now, I think it would’ve been a good memory if it ended there.

But my heart wasn’t satisfied.

Having tasted this fleeting sweetness, I craved more.

Resolving myself, I placed my hands on his chest.

His firm, muscular chest.

The strength I’d felt in countless sparring matches now reached me differently through my fingertips.

“Leia…”

His voice carried a warning.

But I couldn’t stop.

Seizing the moment, I pushed Alexander onto the bed.

Straddling him, I looked down at his shocked face in the moonlight.

With trembling hands, I began untying my nightdress.

The thin fabric slid from my shoulders, falling to the floor with a soft sound in the silence.

Beneath, I wore nothing.

My body, bared to another for the first time.

His eyes widened, his breath caught.

What was he thinking?

Did he find me beautiful?

Or was he disillusioned?

Like swordsmanship, momentum must matter here too.

I leaned over him, straddling bow-legged, and rubbed my groin against his.

A slick sound.

Alexander, his face etched with confusion, shifted to pull away from me.

“Leia, please stop… We can’t do this.”

His voice carried a note of urgency.

But I ignored his words, pressing my pussy harder against him.

Slch, slch, slch, slch.

Even through his trousers, I could feel the hard bulge of his groin, growing wet with my juices.

The lewd sounds echoed through the room.

“Alexander… please accept me… I beg you…”

I pleaded, my breath hot with desire.

I knew my voice sounded lustful.

But I couldn’t stop.

My arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him repeatedly, while my soaked pussy rubbed more fiercely against his trousers.

I felt his cock twitching beneath, pulsing with life.

“Leia, please… I have Eleanor…”

His words tore at my heart.

But knowing he was aroused too only fueled my feverish desire, urging me to grind harder.

“But we’ve always been together… and going forward… just for tonight…”

Slch, slch, slch, slch, slch.

The center of his trousers was drenched, my juices soaking through, the sensation tinged with undeniable excitement.

He shut his eyes tightly.

Despite his resistance, his aroused expression sparked a small thrill of victory in my heart.

“Leia… please, no further… ugh…”

Splrt, splrt, splrrrrt.

His voice broke, his hips convulsing.

But my pussy didn’t stop.

Beneath his trousers, I felt hot fluid spill from the tip of his cock.

He wanted me too.

Feeling his warm semen against my pussy filled me with joy.

In my excitement, I reached for his sleepwear trousers, trying to free his hardened cock.

“Leia! Stop this now!”

His sudden, forceful rejection startled me.

His voice held a strength I’d never heard.

The next moment, pushed away, I tumbled off the bed.

The cold floor and a sharp pain in my heart hit me at once.

“Why… am I not enough?”

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I lay sprawled on the cold floor.

“I’m sorry, Leia.”

Alexander’s voice sounded distant.

He leapt from the bed, rushing to my side.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His voice was laced with genuine concern.

That made it hurt more.

Not anger, not blame, just his kind worry.

“I’m sorry…”

I mumbled in a small voice.

Lying naked on the floor, I felt utterly pathetic.

Shame, intense inferiority, regret, guilt—they flooded me.

Without a word, Alexander took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

Its warmth and his scent drew more tears.

“I was wrong… I shouldn’t have done this…”

I choked out through sobs.

He knelt to my eye level, his face illuminated by moonlight, showing more sadness than anger.

Glancing at his groin, I saw the once-raging bulge had subsided, leaving only damp sleepwear.

“I’m sorry… I was rough with you…”

His kindness crushed my heart further.

“No… you’re not at fault…”

Alexander was noble, upright, unyielding.

That’s why I loved him.

That’s why his rejection was inevitable.

I never could have swayed him.

“We’re friends, right, Leia?”

His words pierced my heart quietly.

Yes, friends.

Just friends.

Nothing more.

“We’ll always be friends,” he continued.

“Your feelings… they’re flattering, an honor. But…”

“I know… don’t say it…”

I cut him off.

I couldn’t bear to hear “Eleanor” again.

“I’m sorry… truly sorry…”

I wrapped his jacket tightly around me.

The shame of being seen like this was unbearable.

“Forget… tonight… pretend it never happened…”

Alexander was silent for a moment, then nodded quietly.

“But… I won’t forget your courage.”

“Courage?”

“Yes, courage. Being honest about your feelings takes immense bravery.”

His words warmed my heart slightly.

But they also underscored the reality that my “courage” bore no fruit.

“Can you stand?”

He offered his hand.

I took it, rising slowly.

His jacket, reaching my knees, served as a temporary shield.

“My nightdress…”

He picked up the sheer dress from the floor, averting his eyes as he handed it to me.

“Can you… turn around while I change?”

He nodded silently and faced the window.

His broad, reliable back looked untouchable.

With trembling hands, I redressed, then removed his jacket and handed it back.

“Thank you…”

“Yeah…”

Silence hung between us.

I had so much to say, yet couldn’t.

My unspoken feelings overflowed in my chest.

I turned to the door to leave.

He watched silently.

As I grasped the handle, words finally came.

“Thank you… for the kiss…”

With that, I left his room.

The corridor remained quiet, lit only by moonlight.

My steps were heavy, more exhausting than fighting a dragon in full armor.

Back in my room, I closed the door and collapsed to the floor.

Tears broke free like a dam bursting.

Unable to stifle my sobs, I buried my face in a pillow.

What went wrong?

Should I have given up from the start?

Was there another way?

Countless “what-ifs” swirled, but reality didn’t change.

He chose Eleanor, not me.

That was decided from the beginning.

Exhausted from crying, I eventually stood by the window.

The sky still sparkled with stars.

Was Alexander looking at the same stars?

Tomorrow’s breakfast would be awkward.

How could I face him?

What words could we exchange?

But more terrifying was the future after he left this castle.

The reality of living with these feelings.

The future where I’d have to bless his happiness with Eleanor as a friend.

“What will happen now…?”

Murmuring, my heart tangled in confusion and exhaustion, I lay on the bed.

Closing my eyes, the sensation of his kiss flooded back.

That alone should’ve been enough of a memory, but my greed ruined everything.

I should’ve been sad, yet Alexander’s warm, gentle kiss kept resurfacing.

My body began to ache, unable to suppress the growing heat.

“Why… at a time like this…?”

Muttering to myself, I let my hands wander over my body.

My fingers traced the place I’d pressed against Alexander.

Slch.

“Oh… no… I shouldn’t…”

A small voice escaped.

The sensation of caressing myself was more pleasurable than I’d imagined.

And in my mind, Alexander’s image was vivid.

I fantasized it was his hands touching me.

“Alex… ander…”

Calling his name, I toyed with my body.

Kneading my breasts, rolling my nipples with my fingertips.

My body reacted sensitively to the stimulation.

“Ahhn…”

A moan of pleasure echoed in the room.

But guilt over Alexander began to creep into my mind.

“This is… wrong…”

Yet I couldn’t stop.

Wasn’t masturbating to thoughts of Alexander a betrayal of his character?

The thought crossed my mind, but my heated body swept it away.

I slipped my hand under the nightdress, probing my secret place.

The slickness of my juices on my fingertips, the swelling waves of pleasure, slowly numbed my reason.

“Hah… Alexander…”

Each time I called his name, it felt like he joined my caresses in my imagination.

As if it weren’t my fingers, but his, touching me.

I touched my clitoris directly.

Rolling the swollen, hard nub with my fingers.

The bundle of nerves sent screams of pleasure from my lips.

Slch, slch, slch.

“Aaah… Alexan… der…!”

The prelude to climax surged through me.

I thrust my fingers into my pussy, pumping fiercely while rubbing my clitoris.

Then, a massive wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.

Repeated, intense waves shook my body.

Calling Alexander’s name, I surrendered to the orgasm.

My aching pussy craved more, so I inserted my fingers.

Stroking the still-quivering walls with my fingertips, I imagined Alexander.

“Mmm… hah…”

Each thrust of my fingers made wet slch, slch sounds.

Mixed with my juices, it created a lascivious melody.

I added another finger, pinching my clitoris with my free hand.

Peeling back the hood, I rolled the exposed pink bud with my fingertips.

“Oh… Alexander…”

I moved my fingers faster.

Increasing the pace, curling them to reach deeper inside.

Another powerful wave of pleasure hit me.

An explosive climax spread from my core.

Thrashing my legs, I kept teasing my clitoris.

“Aaaah!! Ohhh!! I’m coming!!”

Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, I squirted.

The soaked sheets, cooling, sent a shiver-like sensation up my spine.

“More… more…!”

My body, awakened to pleasure, couldn’t stop.

Despite multiple climaxes, I greedily sought more, thrusting several fingers into my pussy, pumping fiercely.

Thrust, slrp, slrp. The vulgar sounds filled the room.

My juices dripped from my fingers, staining the sheets.

“Ohh… my pussy’s aching so much! Alex…!”

Calling his name, I kept moving my fingers.

Recalling his kiss, his embrace, I translated it into vaginal pleasure.

“Hah… Alexander! Stir me up inside!”

Attacking my clitoris and G-spot, inside and out, my moans became relentless.

“Ohhh!! I want to come with Alexander’s cock!”

Unbelievably crude words spilled from my mouth.

I was aroused even by my own vulgarity.

Clutching the sheets, I writhed.

Suddenly, something surged inside me.

The next moment.

“Aaahhh!! It’s coming!! Something huge!! Fghh! I’m coming, coming, coming!! ♡♡♡♡”

I climaxed deeply, intensely.

Convulsing, squirting, soaking the bed.

But the lethargy after wasn’t as strong as the guilt.

“What a vulgar, obscene thing I’ve done…”

I muttered, covering my face with both hands.

Masturbating to thoughts of Alexander wasn’t something I could forgive myself for.

Yet the memory of feeling his touch through that pleasure was etched deep in my heart.

“Oh… Alexander… hah…”

As the waves of climax faded, so did his image in my mind.

As reason returned, shame and guilt enveloped me.

“Screaming so loudly… I’m the worst… but, but…”

My body still burned, lingering in the languid afterglow of pleasure.

Regretting my actions, I couldn’t deny my body’s joy.