Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 121: The Gift We Promised

The Gift We Promised

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Following the bountiful dinner filled with laughter and love, Leon and his wives went back to the estate, their walk slowed now—the burden of the journey finally getting to them.

The day had been exhausting. Hours spent within a carriage, jostled by the uneven roads, worn down by excitement and anticipation. Even though the mansion contained every luxury conceivable, it was the emotional wear—reunion, joy, and longing—that really left them exhausted.

As they walked to the corridor leading to their bedrooms, Leon shrugged his arms and explained with a soft smile, "Let’s all sleep tonight. One bedroom should be fine—we’ve always done it like that."

But Aria stepped in front of him, her hand lightly placed on Leon’s chest. "I think tonight... you and sister Rias should share a room for yourselves."

Leon’s eyes widened in surprise. "Oh?"

She smiled, knowingly. "You two have been separated for a while. I know how much you both missed one another."

With Aria’s words, Rias’s fiery eyes sparkled with unspoken happiness. She failed to conceal the faint smile that curved her lips. Leon gazed between them, comprehension dawning.

He chuckled softly. "Then, thank you, Aria."

Aria’s lips smiled gently, her eyes filled with love. "What are you thanking me for, darling? In our relationship, there’s no need for thanks — we just get each other, all right?"

Across from them, Cynthia, Syra, and Kyra shared hushed, knowing smiles and nodded softly, feeling the same warmth and unspoken connection.

Leon’s smile grew even deeper, love shining in his eyes. "Alright then," he whispered.

He moved to stand near Aria, embracing her waist and laying a long, slow kiss on her lips. As they broke apart, Aria’s cheeks flushed as she breathed, "Goodnight, my love."

He did the same with Syra, Kyra, and Cynthia, each moment unspoken devotion.

Leon gazed at the four of them, his heart full of gratitude and love. "Goodnight, my dear wives," he said softly. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

They replied softly, "Goodnight, darling."

They each smiled, eyes aglow with quiet love, voices chiming together in soft reply, "Goodnight, darling."

One at a time, they departed the room to select their own rooms, their footsteps light and demure.

Rias hooked her arm about his, playfully leaning her head upon his shoulder. "Then, shall we go, Daddy?"

Leon nodded; his heart warm.

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The chamber Leon and Rias stepped into was stunning. Soaked in soft blue tones, it emitted relaxation and peaceful richness. A huge king-sized bed, surrounded by velvet drapes and silken linens, sat in the middle under a chandelier of moonstone and crystal. Its light shone down like starlight, but tiny, magical lamps glowed softly in the corners, coloring the walls with an otherworldly shade.

The windows were open to the night air, and the curtains of sheer silver-blue billowed like water. A large wardrobe covered the back wall, its shiny surface gleaming in the soft light. Across from it, a plush blue sofa was placed beside a beautifully carved tea table. All in the room breathed comfort—royalty.

Leon was seated at the end of the bed, combing his fingers through his hair, inhaling the silence. The quiet was heavy, but not in weight—in heat. A moment of silence between only two people who knew each other without speaking.

Rias joined him shortly after. She lowered herself onto the mattress next to him, resting her head against his shoulder quietly. Her long red hair brushed against his arm. Her contented smile was soft and serene. Her hand dabbled at the hem of his robe absently, her touch light as a feather.

Leon’s arm wrapped around her waist automatically, tugging her a little closer. They sat there for a while, wrapped in silence, hearts beating slow together. No words were needed. The quiet spoke volumes.

At last, her gentle voice cut through the quiet. "Daddy..."

Leon hummingly responded, "Hmm?"

Rias tilted her head a little to glance up at him, her eyes flashing with that provocative twinkle only she possessed. "You recall. what I said to you when I departed Silver City?"

Leon blinked. Her voice conjured a memory, half-hidden beneath obligation and time. He turned to regard her more squarely, and then—it was clear.

She had spoken something before leaving. That she was getting a special gift for him when they were going to meet again in the capital. And that he, also, had to get something back.

A slow smile curved on his face as he gently cupped her cheek, thumb caressing her smooth skin.

"Of course, sweetheart. I remember."

Her smile grew broader at his reply. "Then... you got something for me, right?"

Leon smiled, enjoying the flash of excitement in her tone. "How could I forget?"

He slowly pulled his hand back from her cheek. Then, with a gentle flip of his wrist, a soft light glowed in his palm as he drew the object from his storage ring: a hairpin. Elaborately made, red and white, flower-shaped like a lotus blooming. The silver body had small rubies and pearls embedded, its petals engraved with small leaf designs.

Rias’s eyes went wide as she saw it, her lips parted in wonder. "It’s... beautiful..."

Leon chuckled over her dazed look. She had always been fond of refined accessories. This one was purchased at Black Gold Company—just like the ones he gave Aria, Cynthia, Kyra, and Syra. Each hairpin, made specially, was picked to suit their individualities. But Rias’s was unique—daring, stately, and passionate like she was.

Do you like it, sweetheart?" he inquired softly.

Rias tentatively extended her shaking fingers, running them over the hairpin gently. "I love it, Daddy..." She gingerly removed it from his palm, still looking at the intricate workmanship. "It’s really beautiful..." she breathed once more. Then, with a smile that was barely perceptible, she added, "Your taste is always perfect.

Leon chuckled quietly; his heart overflowing. "I’m glad you like it. Here—give me that, let me fix it in your hair."

But Rias withdrew her hand abruptly, holding the hairpin out. Her scarlet eyes glinted roguishly, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"Daddy... why bother putting it in my hair when you’re just going to mess up my hair? Along with my clothes... and my body? Right, Daddy?"

Leon blinked, stunned at her boldness. A heat spread through his chest and lower as desire stirred.

"You’re eager, huh?" he chuckled.

She tilted her head, her smile unapologetically sensual. "Very much."

His hand went to her waist once more, drawing her in. Their foreheads brushed, and his breath caressed her lips.

"You just love to tease your Daddy, don’t you?" he whispered.

Rias trailed her hand across his cheek. "Yes. I do," she replied, with a guileless lift that made it braver.

Leon smiled, captivated. "Then tell me—what about your present? You said you’d give one too, didn’t you?"

Rias smiled; eyes aglow. "You’ll find out tomorrow."

Leon scowled, pretend-displeased. "Why not today?"

"Because I don’t feel like telling you today," she said, sticking out her tongue a little.

Leon pretended to swoon and rested his head against hers, his nose against hers. "Fine... but if you won’t discuss your gift, then let’s discuss something else."

Rias laughed. "Like what, Daddy?"

Leon’s voice lowered as he confronted her scarlet stare. "Such as how much I missed you."

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, I missed you too. Perhaps even more. Why don’t we establish who’s been missing whom more?"

Leon’s smile grew, his voice playful. "Deal.

She laughed softly, but before she could stop, his lips landed on hers. Her hands darted up to his neck, wrapping around him, pulling him in as she yelped into the kiss, then dissolved into it.

Their kiss was deep, warm, and passionate. Leon sucked softly on her lower lip, then her upper, relishing her softness. Rias moaned softly, her heart pounding. She took in his smell—still addictively masculine, familiar, hers.

She invited his tongue when it played at her lips, parting to receive him, tongues entwining, dancing, playing with passion and desire. They succumbed to the kiss, both of them struggling to keep up with the other, a sensual battle.

When, finally, they broke apart on a breathless pout, Rias’s face was flushed a deep crimson—comparable to her hair and eyes. Leon’s chest rose and fell gently, and his eyes shone with love.

"I missed this feeling, Daddy," Rias breathed softly.

"Me too, dear," Leon answered, smiling softly.

Rias stood up slowly. "I don’t think I can wait anymore, Daddy."

Her voice was velvet, with a fierce hunger that caused Leon’s cock to thicken with anticipation. Moonlight caressed her red hair as she reached down the hem of her red gown, drawing it up slowly. Her hips moved with a gentle swaying motion with every movement, taunting him with every inch of exposed flesh. When the cloth flowed off of her head, she exposed a pair of black lace panties and a skintight bra that hugged her curves like a second skin.

Leon’s breath was taken. She was stunning.

With a practiced movement, her hands moved behind her back and unfastened her bra—the clasp sprang open, and the bra fell away— her perfect, full breasts bobbing free, nipples already tense and aching for touch.

The look of her — luminous, self-assured, exposing herself just to him — made his heart thump and cock throb against his robes.

Leon’s throat dried. A lump bulked under his robes—telling.

Rias’s eyes caught Leon’s, her lips twisting into a slow, sensual smile that delivered everything and nothing simultaneously. With slow deliberation, she turned her back to him, tilting her ass to Leon so he might catch the best glimpse. Then, slowly, she started to glide her black panties down her plump thigh, coaxing the delicate fabric sliding over her silky skin and gathering at the ankle.

She offered her soft, springy ass to him, the soft curve catching the light—flawless and inviting.

Leon’s cock leapt instantly, his breath stuck in his throat. Damn... she perfection —his golden eyes afire with unbridled desire.

She swung around toward him, her eyes locking onto his with a leisurely, sultry smile—giving Leon a full view down her thighs. There it was: the soft, plush, glistening folds of her pussy, flushed a rosy pink and shining with the unmistakable wetness of her desire.

Leon’s cock was hard as rock underneath his pants, straining as if it could break free. Gazing at her—her movement, her smile—that one word continued to resound in his head: seduction. Raw, undeniable seduction. He knew she was always seductive, but tonight. she was even more potent, more reckless.

"Daddy," she breathed, her voice heavy with heat, each syllable oozing promise.

His eyes darted from her wet folds to her red eyes. She smiled—slow and confident and taunting. "Are you just going to stand there. or are you going to remove your robe, too?"

Leon’s breathing caught.

Saying nothing, he stood up without speaking, gaze never removing from hers. His hands went to the tie of his robe, loosening it bit by bit. The material dropped away from him, showing off his narrow, muscled chest, chiseled shoulders, and defined abs. Decades spent fighting and training had honed him into a man of strength and finesse.

Rias’s mouth was agape, lips wide as she absorbed him.

Then, he slid his pants down, his length springing free—thick, throbbing, already rock hard with need. Her breath caught, cheeks reddening further.

"You’re... already so hard," she whispered, a blush painting her face. "Is that... all for me?"

Leon’s smirk was laced with affection. "Every bit of it."

He moved closer, and her hands came up to rest against his chest, fingers spreading across his flesh as if memorizing the contours of him. His own arms came around her waist, drawing her near until their naked bodies were pressed together.

"Now," he whispered against her mouth, "let me show you how much I missed you."

Their lips touched once more, this time slower—relishing, not hurrying. The world receded and disappeared as they kissed. Her fingers moved into his hair, his hands sliding along the curve of her back.

Their bodies reacted to one another like flames to parched wood—hot, hungry, instinctive.

And then, still kissing, they fell back onto the king-sized bed, the soft silk sheets whispering against them. Leon laid her down slowly, his weight set on his elbows, never once breaking contact with her mouth.

Her legs curled around him, her hands tugging him down into her heat, her breath catching, her soft moan escaping into the kiss.

But this time, both of them took their time.

They had the entire night—together, finally.