Free Web NovelChapter 31: Self proclaimed Sugar Baby
"With that, Liora... your brother is officially getting engaged to the most elegant, ruthlessly intelligent girl in the kingdom. Yaa, she doesn’t actually love me, trying to use me, but it’s a win-win for me. And also, Emma said she doesn’t hate me anymore." Eren said softly to the silent room. He looked like an insane person talking to himself.
But he sat quietly in a chair positioned in Liora’s room, looking at the massive bed, and lying peacefully on it was the sleeping beauty of the Volsver estate: his younger sister, Liora.
She was a fragile, delicate young girl with long, silken silver hair that perfectly matched their late mother’s. Her skin was so pale, and her frame was so thin. At this point, the top-tier healers were barely keeping her body functional by pumping nutrients into her body through high-consumption healing magic.
Eren leaned back in his chair, letting out a relaxed gasp as he stared at her peaceful, unmoving face.
"It’s only a matter of time now; I’ve found the way to secure the supply. Once I get my hands on that first premium batch of Astreus Stones from Aria, you’ll be able to walk again, talk again, and see the world outside this room. Just hold on for two more days, okay?"
Looking at her adorable sleeping face, Eren couldn’t help but wonder how in the world the original Eren actually harbored so much hatred for this poor girl?
A genuine disgust for his original body owner crossed his mind.
Was it purely because she had been born with a legendary-grade mana aptitude? Or was it because Duke Alfric had clearly favored her, openly grooming the silver-haired prodigy to become the next ruler of the Volsver domain?
"Well, none of that matters anymore," Eren whispered, standing up from his seat and smoothing down his tunic.
The past was past; nothing can change it. But he can change the future, and if she still wanted to become the next Duchess, he would be more than happy.
In fact, that was the ultimate plan.
Let her handle the territory while he happily retired into the background character to enjoy a lazy, endlessly rich lifestyle.
He stretched his arms, a sudden, thoroughly amused chuckle escaping his lips as he walked toward the door. Casting one final glance back toward the camera safely placed at the high corner of the bedroom ceiling, he walked out.
Eren navigated the grand corridors, returning to his own den, called the bedroom. The second he entered the room, he completely collapsed face-first onto his mattress, letting out a loud groan.
It’s been two entire days since the assassination attempt on his father, and that project briefing with his petite librarian happened.
He had immediately sent an official, high-priority courier letter to Aria to confirm the engagement along with his own terms. Then he spent forty-eight hours trapped in his workshop, manually tuning the device.
Two days of productivity.
The patch was complete; the system architecture was fully optimized, waiting for the premium final material to arrive.
"I finally understand your philosophy, Norelia," Eren muttered miserably into his pillow.
"Being an active, productive member of society is draining. It’s a complete scam."
He rolled over onto his back like an oversized toddler, staring up at the canopy ceiling with a squint.
"Being lazy is the superior lifestyle choice. And being a filthy rich, noble background character who does absolutely nothing all day? That is the absolute peak a human can achieve."
Just as he was about to dream about his work-free life, the door of his bedroom opened with a soft click, and he merely lifted his head by an inch. His exhausted blue eyes looked at the newcomer.
Of course it was Mira, strolling into the room with a bubbly burst of excitement.
The red-haired thief-turned-model employee was pushing a utility cart, carrying morning tea and a basin of warm water for his morning routine. She looked thoroughly refreshed.
And her amber eyes locked onto his sprawled-out physique, a playful grin tugging at her soft lips. "My, my, Young Master. Are you still glued to the mattress? The sun is fully over the horizon, you know."
"I’m dead, Mira. Please file the paperwork for my funeral," Eren grunted back, head falling back onto the pillows as he shut his eyes, concentrating entirely on his state of hibernation.
But within a minute, his senses picked up a sudden, suffocating presence of something exceptionally soft and warm, completely disrupting his sleep.
Knowing exactly what he was dealing with, he glanced toward the side of the mattress, looking at Mira, who was on her knees right beside his head.
She was leaning casually against the edge of the soft mattress, her posture causing her massive breasts to rest heavily over the bed, putting on a spectacular, front-row display right next to his face. Her eyes twinkled with a cute, intensely excited smile as she enjoyed the sight of her insufferable master looking like a kid wanting to sleep.
"What is it, Mira?" Eren mumbled through his blanket.
Mira was excited to share her good news, entirely ignoring his defensive perimeter.
"The Duke actually did it, Young Master! I went to his office yesterday to request aid. His Grace didn’t even hesitate! He immediately sent a temple priest to cure my mother. She’s recovering now!"
Eren pulled the blanket higher over his face, attempting to block out her blinding energy.
"Good. Fantastic. Glad to hear it. Now you can officially retire from your criminal path. Also, no need to go out scouting for a wealthy noble sugar daddy anymore."
Mira’s smile widened into a playful, mischievous one as her massive assets moved against him. "What do you mean, Young Master? You’re already my sugar daddy."
Eren slightly pulled down the sheet, looking at her with a deadpan stare. "I am literally entirely broke right now."
"Oh, that’s perfectly fine. If you’re broke, then I’ll just work extra hard, earn lots of bonuses, and feed you myself," she said cheerfully, leaning her chin comfortably onto her hands.
"That is not how the structures of a sugar daddy transaction work," Eren sighed, his head dropping deep into the pillow. "You are completely reversing the economic arrangement."
"Mmm, true," Mira giggled, her soft voice dropping into a teasing, intensely warm murmur as she shifted her weight a fraction closer to his face.
"In that case, since you look so completely depleted... would you like me to drop down under the covers and suck out your fatigue with my mouth? It might refill your energy."
