Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 9 - A Taste of Sweetness [R-18]

A Whiff of Sweets

There had been a while since Aria departed the study. The room, where parchment rustled and the soft scratch of a quill pen had filled the air, had now descended into peaceful silence.

The golden warmth of sun poured in through the tall window, bathing the sophisticated study in warm, almost religious light. Quiet hung, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves outside the glass. Leon sat on a velvet-upholstered couch beside the arched window, one foot over the other, a finger pressed thoughtfully against his lips. His golden eyes, —lost in the serenity of the estateʼs flower-filled garden. Exotic flowers danced in the wind: sky-petaled lilies that glimmered with a silvery-blue tint, firethorns that moved like stars tipped with flame, and moonbloom vines that wandered loosely over stone walls. It was a peace made for a view.

But peace would not endure.

The gentle creak of wheels on marble broke the silence.

Clink. clack...

Leonʼs eyes slowly turned toward the noise.

Aria had come back.

She steered a silver trolley into the room, her body ethereal, almost regal. Her uniform hugged her body with infuriating accuracy—tightly around her round, full breasts, her small waist nipped in by the tight knot of her bodice. And when she leaned forward just an inch or so to navigate the trolley over an edge of carpet, her breasts moved with a subtle bounce, and Leonʼs gaze followed like magnets.

He didnʼt even attempt to avert his eyes.

Her bosom shook ever so slightly with the motion—a teasing, innocent offering that made Leonʼs lips twist into an inward smile. Aria sensed the pressure of his eyes immediately. Although her face stayed tranquil, a gentle flush blossomed on her cheeks like rose petals kissed by sunrise.

”My Lord,” she spoke softly, standing tall with poise.

Leon kept silent at first. He just looked.

She stopped in front of him and slowly lifted the lid of the trolley. Underneath was a refined spread: a steaming pot of duskpetal tea and a carefully arranged tray of foreign fruits. Skyberries, blue and cool as starlight, famous for their gentle sweetness. Flame figs, with red flesh and a hint of heat that set the tongue aflame.

And moonmelons, pale-white, fragile fruits that melted on the tongue like icy fog.

Aria started preparing the tea with careful elegance. The aroma of ground duskpetal leaves in the room—flower-like, soothing, nearly drugging. Her hands were flowing, pouring water into dainty porcelain cups, stirring in perfect cadence. As Aria started making the tea, her actions were deliberate and refined. Pouring scalding water over ground duskpetal leaves, she stirred carefully, her fingers precise and light.

Leon observed every second with a subtle smile.

She is truly a vision.

Aria, on the other hand, tried to suppress the flutter in her chest that caused Ariaʼs heart to beat faster. She could feel it, like warmth tracing on her skin.

Why is he staring at me like that? Like Iʼm not a maid but a. lamb...

Her heart skipped, when she thinks. And he... heʼs the predator.

But she kept her composure—barely. Her cheeks, however, betrayed her. The soft flush deepened.

She handed him the tea with a practiced smile. ”Please, my lord.”

Leon took the cup, brushing her fingers ever so slightly. He savoured it, taking a slow sip.

”Mmm... delicious. This is best tea I ever have, Aria.”

Her heart hammered louder but She bowed her head, biting back a smile. ”Th-thank you, my lord...”

Still turned away from him, she started peeling one of the flame figs. Her hands shook a bit. Something about the way he looked at her made it difficult to breathe.

Then, his voice broke into the air again—low and velvet-smooth. ”Aria?”

She turned around, still holding the plate of cut fruit. ”Yes, my lord?”

He smiled. ”Can you feed me... by your hands?”

She froze. The plate nearly slipped from her hand. ”L-Lord... what was that?”

”I said,” Leon repeated, his voice as smooth as silk, ”will you feed me? With your hands, Aria.”

The flush in her cheeks turned to crimson, but she did not refuse. Her lips parted, then pressed shut. Slowly, her hand moved towards a piece of fruit, shaking in restraint.

She lifted it towards him.

Just as she could bring it to his lips, Leonʼs hand shot out for her wrist —quickly, —and softly wrapped itself around her wrist. Aria gasped.

”Ahh—!”

A shocked gasp escaped her as she lurched forward, only to find herself now sitting firmly on his lap.

”L-Lord Leon—” she squeaked, her eyes wide.

His voice was low, but she could hear it vibrate through his chest. ”I believe. this way youʼll feed me correctly.”

Her soft hips lay on his lap, and he could feel the hard shape emerging beneath her hips. Her breath caught when her legs straddled one side of his thigh, and her body shook a little from the shock of the closeness.

Blood flushed her cheeks. Her heart drummed like thunder; she gazed down at the fruit in her hand. With a nod from him, she lifted it once more—her hand still trembling.

Leon parted his lips just a little, taking the fruit—but as he did, his lips slowly closed over her fingers. He sucked gently.

Her breath caught.

A shiver ran up her spine. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing was shallow. Her thighs tensed involuntarily. And she recites in her heart, D-Donʼt moan, donʼt moan...

Leon grinned at her response; eyes sparkling. ”Your hand is also sweet too, Aria.”

She bit her lip, blushing but she presented him with another piece, and once again, he ate it the same manner—teasingly slow, warm lips grazing against her fingertips.

His hand wrapped around her waist, sitting on her thin body, drawing her barely closer. His other hand rested close to her chest—below.

With some bite, he whispered, voice sultry. ”Aria... this fruit is a little bland.”

Her brows furrowed in panic. ”N-No, my lord! Itʼs the best batch—fresh from the eastern groves!”

He chuckled, shaking his head. ”You donʼt believe me?”

She blinked. ”I—”

He picked up a flame fig slice, held it to her lips. ”Then take a bite. Judge for yourself.”

Her cheeks burned. She hesitated, then gradually opened her mouth—her soft, cherry-red lips encircling the fruit. She bit into it lightly. Then Leon leaned forward—and took a bite from the same piece, on the other side of her.

Their lips met in the middle.

Ariaʼs eyes widened. Then... his mouth crushed down onto hers.

Her stifled gasp dissolved into the kiss. His lips moved slowly at first, tasting, teasing. And then he used his charm skill—Touch of Charm.

Ariaʼs resistance dissolved.

Her hands clung to his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered closed. The kiss grew deeper. Her lips shook, but he led her, slowly, then with passion. Their tongues touched—hesitant at first, then fighting softly, sloppily, with increasing hunger.

Leonʼs hand crept up—and filled one of her soft breasts.

She moaned against his mouth—helpless, aflame.

They broke only when her lungs screamed for air. She sat there, breathless, still in his lap, eyes glazed, lips red and kissed-swollen.

Leon leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

”That,” Leon whispered, his breath against her cheek, ”was the sweetest fruit Iʼve ever tasted.”

Aria shuddered under him, her purple eyes wide and glinting as they met his golden stare. Her lips parted, but nothing emerged. Her heart thudded like a drum in her chest.

Then she felt it.

Something hard. Against her hips.

A sharp gasp escaped her throat as her body automatically shifted—rubbing against the hard heat under his trousers. Her cheeks flamed. ”My... my lord...”

Leon said nothing. He didnʼt have to. The expression in his eyes was darker now—ravenous, feral.

His hand crept up, tight fingers molding the rise of her breast beneath the thin material of her maidʼs uniform. His other hand closed over her hip beneath the skirt, drawing her tighter. The gentle molding of her flesh sent shivers through her.

She gasped once more as his fingers curled up, pushing the weight of her breast up ever so slightly. The feeling—unplanned, daring—ran electricity down her spine.

”M-my lord... we... this is—”

Her protest dissolved at his fingersʼ soft squeeze.

”Wrong?” he breathed, his lips against her ear. ”Then tell me why your heart pounds like this?”

His thumb swept across the top of her breast, still covered, but hard. The pressure, the friction—it took her breath away. Her back arched on its own, her breath snagging in a soft moan.

It wasnʼt shame anymore.

It was lust. Shameful, forbidden, overwhelming lust.

”I can feel it,” he whispered. ”This body of yours... so truthful. It doesnʼt lie like your lips do.”

Aria whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. ”My lord... someone may see...”

Leon leaned closer, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear, sending a hot jolt through her core.

”Then be quiet,” he growled softly. ”And obey... my little maid.”

His hand slipped under her skirt, slow and deliberate. When his fingers found the delicate lace of her panties, he paused—feeling the unmistakable heat beneath. A smirk tugged at his lips.

”So damp already?” he whispered. ”Tsk. I hadnʼt known my maid was so perverse little thing.”

Her gaze flew open. ”N-no... my lord, I—”

But her voice cracked when he turned her over so easily onto the velvet couch. He pinned her down, her skirt up, legs parted slightly as he lay between them. His weight made her body heat.

He kissed her.

Not gently—but hungrily. Lips slamming into hers, gobbling up her gasp, savoring the confusion, the hunger, the fear and longing in one quivering breath.

His lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw... down her neck... across her collarbone.

Each kiss caused her breath to catch. Each bite sent shivers through her frame.

Leonʼs fingers moved down the front of her uniform, the buttons flying open one by one with little clicks.

”Click... click... click...”

Every note resonated through the air, slow and methodical, as if removing more than mere clothing—peeling away her defences, her hesitation, her shame.

Her chest heaved, rising and falling with laboured breaths as the final button was released, the open fabric revealing the rise of her breasts under the lacey black bra.

He didnʼt hurry. He simply allowed his golden eyes to drink in the view—how the curves stretched against the bra, how every breath caused them to jiggle ever so slightly.

”So soft... and all mine,” he whispered, voice like liquid honey.

His fingers followed the braʼs edge before slipping beneath it, lifting slowly.

The fabric crept upward—

”Shff...”

—until her breasts spilled out, pale and yielding, capped with flushed, pink nipples already stiff from waiting.

She whimpered and automatically scooted to tuck herself under cover, but Leon pinned her wrists above her head and his power was so easy.

”No hiding,” he said softly. ”Let me appreciate my little maid.”

And he bent to press his head onto her stomach.

His mouth molded around one nipple.

”Mmh...!”

Aria cried out, wide eyes, back bowing, as he tongued her softtly.

”sllrp. slrrrp.”

The noises were slow, wet, rhythmic. His tongue darted over the bud before sucking it deeper, lips closing around it with a soft pop as he let it go—only to switch sides and repeat.

”Aah... my lord... d-donʼt...

”Too good?” he taunted; his breath hot against her wet flesh. ”Then feel it all.”

He bit down gently—only enough to make her shiver—and then healed the piquancy with his tongue, tracing the puffy nub.

”Hnnn...!” she whimpered, her voice a fractured song of shame and want.

He stared at her, entranced by the way her breasts heaved, how her eyes flickered, how her thighs clamped shut. His hand crept down, sliding down her thigh and yanking her skirt down—

”Shff...”

It slipped over her hips, exposing her lacy underpants and the shining wetness between her thighs.

He leaned back for a moment, gaze wandering over her flushed, half-naked, shivering, panting body.

”P-please... donʼt look...,” she breathed, face ablaze.

But he didnʼt heed her.

His fingers gradually tugged her panties down, revealing the dainty, pink folds below. Her smell assaulted him—a sweet, musky scent that only made him want her more.

”Such a pure, valuable pink flower... reserved especially for me,” he whispered.

When his mouth made contact with her womanhood, Aria moaned softly, putting her hand over her mouth.

”No... itʼs filthy... you shouldnʼt—”

”Thereʼs nothing filthy about you,” Leon snarled, raising his golden eyes to hers. ”You taste like heaven.”

And with that, he plunged in. A long, deep kiss against her drenched folds.

”Aaah!” she exclaimed, her back arcing. Her hands grasped the couch cushions, her face red with burning.

Leonʼs tongue slid with maddening slowness, pulling from the bottom of her slit to the throbbing nub above. He tickled it softly.

”Sllrp... slrrp... hnnn...”

Her body bucked with every movement, every lunge of his tongue. The feelings were too much—too raw, too intimate. Her thighs quivered, trying to push back, but he gripped her tightly, mouth never breaking away.

His tongue probed between her folds, sliding into her, savoring her.

”Mmm...”

The wet noises were obscene—slippery, hungry, voracious.

Aria whimpered softly, overcome.

Her hips rocked of themselves, grinding tenderly into his mouth. She bit her own knuckles hard to keep herself from screaming.

”Aahh... I canʼt—! Somethingʼs... happening—”

Leon didnʼt let up. His tongue jammed and curved in just the right places. His lips sucked around her clit and sealed, pulling gently on her.

”Slrp... shlick... slrrrp...”

She groans.

”Ahh—AHHH! —!!