Everyone Was Obsessed With Me After I Became the Youngest Princess Favourite - Chapter 216

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I couldn’t fathom how time had slipped away.
Lucio sat at the table by the window, straining to catch my gaze as I turned my face away, and asked softly.
“Are you in much pain?”
He reached out to brush my disheveled hair back from my face.
The moment his fingertips touched my pink strands—so soft and addictively silken—I slapped his hand away with a sharp sound.
“Don’t touch me.”
Lucio lowered his hand awkwardly, feeling somewhat embarrassed at being treated like a lecher, though he couldn’t deny the accusation.
His behavior mere moments ago had been no different from that of a lustful beast.
Lucio swallowed hard, recalling the intense experience he’d encountered for the first time in his life.
He had never imagined that the mere touching of lips could be so scorching and fervent.
The melting softness was incomparable to cake, far sweeter than candy or chocolate.
Without anyone having taught him, when he tilted his head at an angle to deepen the kiss, I had opened my eyes in surprise and pushed him away, asking something that now echoed in his mind.
“Wait… don’t you think that’s enough to understand?”
What had he answered then?
“I’m not sure. I think I need to try more to truly understand.”
It was a shameless response when his body’s reaction alone had already provided the answer.
And there was no way I hadn’t noticed this.
Yet when I said, “Let’s stop now and talk,” my slightly parted lips were so tempting that Lucio couldn’t restrain himself.
Of course, Lucio’s mind knew he should stop.
I was hurt and angry at him for attempting to kiss another woman, so offering a sincere apology should have been his priority.
But instead, he descended upon me like a beast, relentlessly tormenting me until my legs went weak, then lifting me into his arms to find a more comfortable place to continue kissing.
Rather than the small, childish bed, he placed me atop the table by the window and indulged his desires until I cried out in exhaustion.
“….”
Upon reflection, he wasn’t just like a lecher—he was one.
Lucio judged coldly that it was only natural I was sulking, and grew anxious about how to appease me.
Even through his haze of intoxication, he remembered what I had murmured through tears and carefully opened his mouth.
“Your Highness, I will submit a request for extended leave to the Imperial Palace immediately.”
At that, I, who had been staring coldly out the window, flinched and turned my head.
“…Is that acceptable?”
Lucio detected a faint glimmer of joy in my small voice and nodded eagerly, feeling he’d found the answer.
“Yes. Urgent matters can be handled at the Estate through the Aide, so I won’t set foot in the Imperial Palace for some time.”
That meant he wouldn’t meet the Imperial Princess either.
But I spoke as though it still wasn’t enough.
“Letters from the Imperial Princess too. Don’t touch them or even look at them. Your heart might suddenly change, after all.”
“Understood.”
Pleased by my obedient response, a subtle smile finally graced my stubbornly set lips.
Lucio, who had been staring blankly at this for a moment, gathered his courage and spoke.
“Aren’t you thirsty? Since you’ve cried so much, something sweet might lift your spirits.”
“….”
Don’t speak ill of me behind my back.
My lips immediately pouted out like a chick’s beak.
If the Crown Princess could have peered into my shameless mind—how I wanted to kiss those lips—she wouldn’t have worn such an expression.
At that moment, Lia, still pouting, grumbled and spoke.
“With the mood you’re in right now, even custard cream would taste bitter.”
“…Ha.”
I had truly reached my limit.
Lucio inwardly sighed at how adorable her sulking was, then wiped his face with his hand.
Fearing he might lose his composure again if he stayed any longer, he averted his gaze slightly and asked.
“What dessert do you prefer? I’ll serve you something until it tastes sweet.”
His hidden desire to keep feeding her until she waved her hand in surrender was merely a bonus.
From the first time Lucio had engaged in that light scuffle with Lia, he’d privately thought she was far too thin.
And today, holding her directly in his arms, he found her even more delicate than he remembered, which worried him.
Just because he wasn’t going to the Imperial Palace didn’t mean he had nothing to do, but regardless, he’d found unexpected free time.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be bad to use this opportunity to feed the Crown Princess plenty of nourishing and delicious things, making her plump and healthy.
As Lucio entertained such thoughts, he suddenly questioned himself: ‘Why are you trying to fatten up the Crown Princess?’
And at the thought that naturally followed, he suddenly caught his breath in surprise.
In a moment of carelessness, his mind had crossed a line it shouldn’t have.
While Lucio’s face flushed crimson as he indulged in his imagination alone, Lia, still pondering his question about what dessert she liked, answered softly.
“Chocolate. I like chocolate.”
Longing and tenderness rippled in Lia’s eyes.
However, Lucio, who was avoiding her gaze, failed to notice this.
Instead, as if to imprint her answer into his mind, he murmured softly, “Chocolate,” and nodded.
Then he extended his hand as if to suggest they go to the Reception Room together.
Lia brazenly ignored his hand and jumped down from the table.
She spoke with a coy tone.
“No contact until my memories return.”
“…What?”
A dumbfounded sound escaped Lucio’s lips.
He didn’t mind being treated as a lecher, but that remark felt somewhat unfair.
“That seems rather unreasonable. Aren’t we not even engaged? In fact, what happened today was initiated by you, Your Highness….”
“Can’t you be quiet?”
Lia, opening the door and stepping outside, glared back at Lucio, who was hastily following her.
Fortunately, the Corridor was empty, but that didn’t mean there were no signs of presence.
“What if someone hears!”
After delivering a brief rebuke, Lia turned and walked away swiftly. Lucio watched her go, his lips growing parched as he moistened them.
There was no way to know when the Imperial Princess’s curse would release him.
As someone who always considered the worst-case scenario, he felt a bit anxious—what if he could never touch Lia again?
“Your Highness, please don’t be like this. Won’t you listen to what I have to say?”
She seemed more resolute than Askart, but as his sister, he had a feeling that a little persuasion might work.
‘If he had never harbored feelings for me in the first place, I wouldn’t have felt jealous, let alone angry.’
Lucio found himself recalling anew the fact that I and the Crown Princess Bellus were lovers, and unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips, he reached out his hand toward Lia.
That was when it happened.
“Ha! Now you’re trying to touch her?”
Along with an exasperated voice came a cry of “Sister, move!”
And the moment I reflexively turned my head, splash!
A refreshing torrent of water came pouring down.
The instant Lucio’s eyes fluttered open, drenched from head to toe, he saw Diana standing indignantly before him, cradling a bottle as large as her own face.
“…Diana?”
My frozen expression gradually turned toward her.
It seemed she had misunderstood, having just witnessed the Crown Princess Bellus with reddened eyes from crying.
‘Though technically, I was the one who made her cry, so it’s not entirely a misunderstanding.’
In any case, Lucio had never imagined that in all his years, he would be splashed with water by a woman—and least of all by his own younger sister—so he furrowed his brow.
Thinking he was angry, Allen, who had been hiding behind Diana, suddenly jumped out.
“Brother, don’t be mad. That’s holy water!”
“Holy water? Don’t tell me you went to the Temple?”
The room had been empty, so I wondered where they’d gone, but to think they’d actually visited the Temple!
As Lia asked with a startled expression, Diana stammered out an explanation.
“I felt like I had to do something…. Sister, don’t worry though! I was careful and no one found out!”
Diana elaborated that she and Allen, the Sword Master, had ventured all the way to a distant plaza, switched to a private carriage, and made the journey with all the caution of a covert operation.
“So… the reason you went through all that trouble to obtain holy water and splashed it on me is?”
Lucio asked quietly then, wiping away the holy water dripping steadily from his chin.
Seeing her older brother looking like a drowned rat, Diana felt a twinge of guilt and deflected with an excuse.
“I thought maybe if you were hit with holy water, you might come to your senses….”
At that, Lucio, brushing his soaked hair back, let out a hollow laugh.
“Well, my senses are certainly awakened now.”
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At that very moment.
“You cannot enter right now….”
“Silence!”
With a commotion, the door to the Master’s office, where an executive meeting was in full session, burst open.
Simultaneously, the eyebrows of the man seated in the upper seat shot up sharply.
There was only one person in the world who could open this door so brazenly and enter.
“How dare you…!”
“Is this the Imperial Princess of the Empire?”
“I’ve heard she’s arrogant, but seeing her in person, she’s downright foolish.”
As expected, the executives seated at the table clicked their tongues in unison, censuring her with one voice.
Serphin, who had never in her life been treated with such contempt, felt her face flush instantly with shame and fury.
Yet she could not utter a single word of her feelings aloud.
Serphin swallowed hard, her face drained of all color.
Crimson eyes, cold and piercing, bored through her with an intensity that seemed to strip away all pretense.
Even the aides, quick to sense the man’s foul mood, fell silent, and in that instant, a suffocating stillness descended upon the room.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Breaking through the oppressive quiet, the man’s fingers drummed against the circular table as his voice emerged, utterly devoid of emotion.
“I distinctly told you not to come barging in like this without warning.”
“….”
Serphin, her breath caught in her throat, could offer no response, her expression one of wounded indignation.
Yet she had her reasons.
The moment she stepped beyond the Duke’s Mansion, an inexplicable unease had seized her, making it utterly impossible to return to the Imperial Palace.
When the man struck the table once more, a ragged gasp tore from her lips.
Serphin, finally releasing the breath she had been holding all this while, cried out in a convulsive rush.
“Something’s wrong! Something is terribly wrong! Could it be that spell didn’t work properly?”

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