The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 7: Aftermath of the Explosion ☆

Chapter 7: Aftermath of the Explosion ☆

I was recalling my student days from a few years ago.

As Victor Whiterose, bearing the blood of the royal family.

As the second prince, I always carried power and wealth, and it was only natural for everyone to bow before me.

Teachers and students feared me, and nobles flattered me.

My word was absolute.

…Until the day I met Lydia Silverleaf.

When she enrolled as a new student, the Royal Academy was instantly abuzz.

“There’s an incredible beauty among the freshmen!”

“They say she’s the daughter of the Silverleaf Baron!”

“Did you see her? That blonde hair and blue eyes… like a princess from a painting!”

Such rumors were everywhere.

I became interested.

No, it was only natural.

A girl said to rival Eleanor Frostheart, renowned as the kingdom’s most beautiful, in beauty.

It was natural for me to take notice.

And I was confident.

If I, with royal blood, chose her, any noblewoman would gladly kneel.

That’s what I believed.

So, I boldly appeared before her.

—In the white school courtyard, a beautiful place where roses bloomed in splendor.

When I saw Lydia reading a book, her golden hair fluttering in the breeze, I was certain.

(This one will be mine.)

That’s what I thought.

“Lydia Silverleaf. I’ll make you my lover.”

I spoke in the commanding tone befitting a prince.

I could sense the surrounding students holding their breath.

My choosing her in this moment meant her status at the academy would skyrocket.

Everyone would envy her.

Everyone would praise her and be jealous.

…But.

Lydia’s face twisted.

“…Within the academy, there is no hierarchy of status.”

Her voice was quiet but clear.

“Please refrain from such commands. I am not considering any relationships.”

Murmurs spread.

“…What?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

What is this woman?

Rejecting my offer?

That couldn’t possibly be.

But Lydia continued mercilessly.

“Besides, before seeking a lover, you might consider improving your own appearance.”

“…!”

“I recommend exercise.”

In that moment, I was utterly humiliated before the entire student body.

Laughter spread through the academy.

Everyone looked at me, stifling giggles.

Even the teachers averted their gazes, shoulders trembling.

(…Don’t laugh at me.)

(…Don’t mock me.)

My pride was shattered into pieces.

—Since that day, I hated Lydia Silverleaf.

I swore I would never forgive her.

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The next day, the Silverleaf Baron brought his wife and daughter to the office of “Leon Silver.”

“You summoned us, Lord Silver?”

The baron bowed with a tense expression.

Behind him stood his wife, Celeste, and daughter, Lydia, heads lowered.

I looked at them and, for a moment, was at a loss for words.

Lydia Silverleaf had grown even more beautiful than I remembered.

At just 15, she carried an air of elegance and grace, her golden hair shining like the morning sun.

Her mother, Celeste, also retained a refined beauty that belied her age.

“You brought them both.”

My voice carried an unintended softness.

“Yes… as instructed.”

The baron answered in a trembling voice.

He had spent the night gripped by the terror of his wife and daughter being sent to the mines or sold to a brothel.

“You must be Lydia.”

I stood slowly and approached the girl.

She stepped back in fear but quickly composed herself, performing an elegant curtsy as befitting her noble upbringing.

“Yes, Lord Silver.”

Her voice trembled, but she met my gaze firmly, and I was impressed.

Even in ruin, she hadn’t lost her noble pride and education.

“And Lady Celeste.”

Celeste bowed deeply.

Her blue eyes held both fear and a strong resolve.

The resolve to protect her family.

I returned to my chair and regarded them.

Until yesterday, the plan was to send the baron on a sabotage mission and his wife and daughter to another mine as slaves.

But…

“Very well. I’ve decided to change the plan.”

The baron’s face drained of color.

He likely feared an even worse task.

“Baron Silverleaf, you will carry out your mission as planned.”

“Y-yes…”

“But as for your wife and daughter…”

I paused, choosing my words.

“They will serve at my mansion.”

Surprise crossed all three faces.

“At your… mansion?”

“Yes. Not as slaves, but as guests.”

This was a sudden whim, but I felt it wasn’t a bad choice.

In my past life and this one, I had never been surrounded by women of true beauty and grace.

“Of course, once your mission is complete, the three of you may reunite.”

This was a lie.

The baron’s mission was a suicide bombing, with no chance of survival.

But for now, I needed him to hold onto hope.

“Lord Silver… thank you for your mercy.”

The baron pressed his forehead to the floor in gratitude.

To him, this was far better than his wife and daughter being sent to mines or a brothel.

“Then, I’ll give you detailed instructions.”

I called Mia and ordered her to hand the baron specific instructions.

Meanwhile, Iris was in the back room, finalizing the Frostheart mine blueprints and the explosive device to be implanted in the baron.

“Baron, follow Iris’s instructions in the next room.”

The baron bowed deeply and headed to the designated room.

Only Celeste and Lydia remained.

“As for you two…”

I looked at them. Their beauty might even rival Eleanor’s.

“Starting today, you’ll live in my secondary residence. Everything you need has been prepared.”

They exchanged uneasy glances.

“At… our master’s side…?”

Celeste’s words trembled with fear.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be treated as guests. Of course, in time… your dedication may help the baron.”

At my words, Lydia’s face flushed red.

She seemed to understand the situation.

“For Father’s sake… I’ll comply.”

Her voice carried the resolve to accept her fate.

Celeste nodded similarly.

“If it’s for my husband…”

—

A few hours later, the time for farewell came.

At the gate of my secondary residence on the outskirts of the castle town, the Silverleaf family shared their final goodbye.

“Father…”

Unable to hold back tears, Lydia clung to her father.

The baron hugged his daughter tightly, burying his face in her hair.

“Lydia… live strongly.”

“Please come back…”

The baron couldn’t respond.

He knew he was heading to his death.

But he couldn’t tell his daughter.

“Darling…”

Celeste embraced her husband.

For a long time, they held each other without words.

Words weren’t needed.

The bond built over twenty years of marriage said everything.

“It’ll be alright.”

The baron whispered in his wife’s ear.

“Lord Silver is a man of his word. You’ll be treated well.”

Celeste nodded through tears.

“You… be careful.”

The baron nodded with a determined expression.

Fear was gone from his eyes.

Only the firm resolve to protect his family remained.

“I’ll be back.”

After one final embrace, the baron boarded the prepared carriage.

The carriage slowly moved off toward the Frostheart territory.

Left behind, Celeste and Lydia watched the disappearing carriage, quietly weeping.

“Ladies, please come inside.”

I spoke gently.

They turned and, for the first time, looked closely at “Leon Silver.”

“Master…”

Celeste bowed deeply.

“Thank you for saving my husband and sparing us from the mines…”

Her words stirred complex emotions in me.

They didn’t know the truth.

They saw me as their savior.

“Once Father’s mission is done, we’ll see him again, right?”

Lydia’s clear eyes looked up at me.

For a moment, a pang of guilt flickered at her innocent trust.

“Of course…”

I lied and led the two into the mansion.

—

That night, I invited Celeste and Lydia to the master bedroom of the annex.

The two stood there, dressed in fine silk robes, their faces tense with nervousness.

“There’s no need to be nervous.”

I gently told them.

As “Leon Silver,” I gazed at them with an air of confidence.

“How… how should we serve you…?” 

Celeste’s voice trembled.

“For now, I just want you to take your time and get comfortable.” 

I replied, pouring wine and offering them glasses.

“Let’s toast. To new beginnings.”

Hesitantly, they accepted the glasses and took small sips. 

Lydia, unaccustomed to alcohol, winced slightly.

“You two are truly beautiful.”

Their cheeks flushed at my words.

“You, Master, are the generous one who saved fallen nobles like us.”

Celeste said, her voice filled with gratitude.

They truly saw me as their savior.

As time passed, their tension gradually eased. 

The wine helped, and Celeste began to share stories of her past—the glamorous days in high society, the struggles after their fall…

And as the night grew late, I beckoned them to the bed.

“Both of you, come here.”

Celeste hugged Lydia’s shoulders and nodded quietly, whispering to her daughter to give her courage.

“It’s alright… for Father… for Master…”

Trembling, Celeste shed her robe. 

Her smooth, pale skin and full breasts were revealed, their mature allure breathtaking.

“Mother…”

Lydia, too, hesitantly removed her robe. Despite her youth, her perfect proportions were stunning—translucent white skin and cherry-red nipples that were provocatively enticing.

Bathed in moonlight, their pure white skin looked like a painting. The naked forms of the women who mocked me in my school days.

“Come now, both of you…”

I approached the bed, reclining on luxurious silk sheets, and gestured for the beautiful mother and daughter to join me.

Celeste hesitated for a moment but soon led Lydia by the hand to my side, her lustrous blonde hair swaying.

“M-Master… how may we serve you…?” 

Her voice quivered with nerves and shame.

Without a word, I beckoned them closer. 

As Celeste drew near, I firmly grasped her ample breasts.

“Ah…!”

She let out a short cry, but a faint trace of delight flickered across her face. 

For her, who had gone untouched by her husband since their fall, a man’s caress felt fresh and new.

“Mother…!”

Lydia, pale-faced, stared at her mother. 

Though she shrank from the shame of her own exposed skin, she didn’t pull away. 

As a daughter, she endured for her mother’s sake.

I stroked their beautiful blonde hair and began to remove Celeste’s robe.

“Oh… Master…”

Her full breasts and pale skin came into view, and soon Lydia’s robe was undone as well.

“T-This is…!”

Her youthful, supple skin was revealed, her slightly underdeveloped breasts adorned with beautifully pink, hardened buds.

I compared the two beauties. Celeste exuded the allure of a mature woman, while Lydia was filled with untouched purity.

Both were exquisite… irresistible to any man.

“They really do look alike…”

I marveled, running my hands over their skin. Celeste let out heated breaths, while Lydia stiffened, enduring.

“Mother… it’s… embarrassing…” 

Lydia’s voice seemed to tremble with tears.

But I had no intention of reprimanding her. If anything, I was moved by the purity of her heart.

I pulled the beautiful mother and daughter close, entwining my tongue with theirs as sweet moans escaped their lips.

“Nn…! Master…!”

As I teased Celeste’s nipples and ran my fingers over Lydia’s hips, the girl’s skin flushed with the unfamiliar sensation, while her mother writhed in pleasure.

I kissed them hungrily, my fingers sliding toward their most intimate places.

“Oh, Master…! N-not inside…!” 

Celeste gasped in surprise, though she seemed almost delighted. She appeared moved by the caresses she’d long forgotten.

Lydia, too, didn’t merely weep at her first intrusion. Like her mother, she seemed to welcome the movement of my fingers.

“It’s… embarrassing… but it feels good…”

Her innocent voice echoed through the room, her sweet moans from those delicate lips further stoking my desire.

I savored their bodies fully.

“Now, show me your most precious places.”

Hesitating, Celeste parted her secret place for me. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, revealing glistening petals.

“Lydia, hurry up.”

Blushing deeply, Lydia opened her own sacred place with trembling fingers. A single slit in her lower abdomen gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

“Beg for it. Have you forgotten why you’re here?”

Celeste knelt, raising her hips and offering herself to me with an upward glance.

“Please… grant me your mercy, Lord Leon. For you, who saved our family… this body is entirely yours.”

Lydia, trembling, assumed the same position. At 18, she lacked her mother’s boldness.

“Spread your pussy yourself.”

 I commanded.

Blushing, she slid her fingers along her wet petals.

“L-Like this…?”

Her face burned as she parted her secret place with trembling fingers.

“Beg.”

 I ordered.

In a faint whisper, she murmured,

 “P-please… put it in… Master… take my first time…”

Her voice trailed off, barely audible.

I grabbed their soft, white hips firmly and pulled out my erect cock from my trousers. The massive member was already hard and throbbing.

“Master… it’s huge…”

Celeste’s eyes widened in shock. Lydia stared at it, swallowing hard, her hands covering her mouth. For her, a man’s cock was an entirely new sight.

“Only Lydia’s a virgin. I’ll start with Celeste’s pussy.”

I parted Celeste’s folds with my fingers and pressed the tip against her. Her body was still youthful and tight, resisting entry.

“Mine’s big, so it’ll hurt. Bear it—this is your first time.”

I thrust in forcefully. A sharp scream tore from Celeste’s throat.

“Guh…! S-so sudden… it’s stretching me…!”

Her passage was surprisingly tight, gripping my cock. As I pistoned roughly, wet, lewd sounds filled the air. I grabbed her hips and thrust relentlessly, her narrow passage requiring force to reach its depths.

“Agh! Master…!”

Her voice was twisted with pain, but she seemed to feel pleasure too. Her face showed a complex mix of agony and ecstasy.

Lydia watched, trembling slightly. For an 18-year-old, the scene must have been shocking.

“Ohhh… it’s reaching so deep… Master’s cock is stirring me up inside…!”

Celeste moaned in pleasure, her ample breasts swaying as Lydia watched in stunned silence.

“Mother… is that huge thing… really inside you?”

She seemed unable to believe it.

“Yes, Lydia. My cock’s buried in Celeste’s hot pussy, churning her insides.”

 I explained, intensifying my thrusts. Her passage grew wetter with the mix of humiliation and pleasure in front of her daughter.

“Oh… in front of Lydia… but it feels so good, it’s breaking me…!”

Celeste continued to moan, her juices flowing. My cock reached her cervix, sliding in and out.

“Mother… even with such rough treatment, it feels good?”

Lydia covered her face with her hands, but peeked through her fingers, fixated on me ravishing her mother.

“Yes, Lydia. The pleasure Master gives me… it’s a joy I’ve never known.”

 Celeste gasped, answering her daughter.

Ignoring their exchange, I gripped Celeste’s hips tightly, my thrusts sending her juices splashing.

“Ahh! Master…!”

Celeste arched her back in pleasure, her face now clearly showing more joy than pain.

“Mother… you really look like you’re enjoying it…”

Lydia muttered, her hand drifting to her own crotch. Her untouched virgin pussy seemed to grow wet from her mother’s moans.

“Master saved us…” 

Celeste said, looking at her daughter with eyes full of gratitude and love.

“…Yes. We serve for Father’s sake.”

 Lydia nodded, her expression resolute.

They had fully chosen submission to me.

“That’s right… you understand well.”

 I said, looking down at them.

Slowly, I withdrew from Celeste and turned to Lydia.

“Now it’s your turn, Lydia. Breaking your hymen will hurt, but endure it.”

Pale-faced, Lydia nodded and lay face-down.

I broke her hymen as well. She winced in pain but seemed to endure it desperately.

“Guh… it hurts, Lord Leon…!”

The resistance was strong as I pierced her hymen. With a forceful thrust, I felt it tear with a faint snap. The sensation of her soft membrane clinging to my cock as I pushed through was exquisite. Her scream echoed. She teared up, squirming from the pain of her first time. Each thrust felt like her hymen’s remnants clung to my tip—an irresistible feeling.

“Every thrust, your hymen’s pieces are clinging to my cockhead.”

 I said.

Lydia screamed but endured, tears in her eyes from the pain and foreign sensation, yet slowly succumbing to the pleasure I gave her.

“Hia! Lord Leon’s… ahn…!”

Lydia let out intermittent moans.

My cock rubbed against the remnants of her hymen with each thrust, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her.

“It hurts… but it’s starting to feel strange…”

The girl spoke with a bewildered expression, still confused by the unfamiliar sensations.

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity. You’ll get used to it, and it’ll start to feel good.”

 I said, grabbing her hips and thrusting forcefully upward.

Her screams gradually turned into lascivious moans.

“Ahn! Lord Leon… it’s pounding so deep…!”

Lydia began to writhe in pleasure. Though still bewildered by her first time, the flames of sensuality were slowly igniting within her.

And after several minutes…

“Ah…! Ahh! I’m… I’m coming, Lord Leon…!”

Lydia let out a high-pitched cry, her body trembling as she reached her first orgasm, her juices gushing as she soared to the peak of ecstasy.

“Well done, Lydia. A woman who can climax during her first time has a talent for pleasing men.”

 I said, smiling at the sweat-drenched, panting girl.

I found myself looking forward to her growth.

And a few hours later…

The mother and daughter of the Silverleaf family lay exhausted on the master bedroom’s bed. Both were completely naked, their pale skin covered in countless red marks. Lydia, having just lost her virginity, had a mix of semen and her own fluids dripping from her thighs onto the floor.

“Master’s cock… it was truly magnificent.”

 Celeste said, sighing with satisfaction.

It seemed she, too, was moved by experiencing a man’s large member for the first time since her husband.

“I… it felt good… too.”

 Lydia murmured in a faint voice.

She still seemed a bit disoriented, but her expression carried both exhaustion and fulfillment.

“You two belong to me now.”

 I declared.

The mother and daughter nodded in unison. To them, it was an invitation to the bare minimum of happiness—a new life offered by “Leon Silver,” who had saved the fallen Silverleaf family.

And then it happened.

“Urgent report, Master!”

A sudden knock was followed by Mia’s voice from the doorway. I sat up, startled.

“What is it?”

“An explosion occurred at the Frostheart Mine!”

For a moment, I thought it was earlier than planned, but I quickly regained my composure.

“Tell me the details.”

Mia opened the door and stepped inside. She faltered briefly at the sight on the bed but quickly resumed her report.

“The explosives storage detonated, causing the main shaft to collapse. There are reports of numerous casualties…”

“And the Count?”

“He’s reportedly headed to the scene.”

I nodded calmly.

“Keep me updated.”

After Mia left, Celeste asked anxiously, 

“Master… could this be related to my husband’s mission…?”

I gently stroked her hair.

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

Tears welled in Lydia’s eyes.

“Father… is he safe?”

I didn’t answer, instead pulling her into an embrace. Celeste joined us, and the three of us held each other for a long time.

—

Eleanor Frostheart was jolted awake in the middle of the night by urgent knocking. Opening the door, she found a palace messenger standing there.

“Lady Frostheart, it’s an emergency!”

Eleanor was instantly alert.

“What’s happened?”

“There’s been a massive explosion at your father’s mine. A major collapse…”

The color drained from her face.

“My father? My brother?”

“The Count has reportedly gone to the site. Your brother is safe, but…”

Eleanor began changing hurriedly.

“I’m leaving immediately. Inform my sister, Sophia.”

“Yes, she’s already…”

Before he could finish, Sophia burst into the room, her face swollen from crying.

“Sister! It’s awful!”

Eleanor hugged her sister tightly.

“It’s alright. We’re heading to the estate now.”

“I’m coming too!”

“Yes, together.”

The two quickly prepared and boarded a waiting carriage. As it sped through the night, Eleanor’s heart was heavy with anxiety.

“Why… at a time like this…?”

The family’s fortunes had just started to improve. New investments and technology had brought hope, and now this.

“Strange…” Eleanor thought suddenly.

For an accident to occur right after the Silver Trading Company’s investment and technical support—it was too convenient to be a coincidence.

“No… it couldn’t be…”

A terrifying possibility crossed her mind, but it was too dreadful to entertain.

“Sister, I’m scared…” 

Sophia’s trembling voice snapped Eleanor out of her thoughts.

Her priority now was to support her sister.

“It’s alright. We’re a strong family. We’ve overcome every hardship, haven’t we?”

Sophia nodded faintly. Eleanor gripped her hand, trying to reassure her, though fear crept into her own heart.

The carriage raced through the rain toward the Frostheart estate, where an unimaginable tragedy awaited them.

—

Back at the annex, I held Celeste and Lydia in my arms on the bed, chuckling to myself.

“Right on schedule… no, better than planned.”

The explosion at the Frostheart Mine had come at the cost of Baron Silverleaf’s life. His suicide attack must have dealt a devastating blow to the Frostheart family’s primary source of income.

“Now, Eleanor won’t be able to keep her high-and-mighty attitude.”

The mine’s losses, mounting debts, and the need for further investment to recover would drag the Frostheart family’s finances into a bottomless pit.

“She’ll have no choice but to marry Alexander.”

But even there, my trap awaited.

“Mia, Iris… prepare the next step.”

I rose from the bed and gazed out the window at the night sky. A distant red glow—likely the flames of the Frostheart Mine.

Celeste and Lydia watched my back. To them, I was still their savior.

And that perception would likely never change.

“Come here.”

 I said, returning to the bed and gently pulling them close.

The night was still young.