After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 112

Chapter 112: Is It Okay If We Talk About Last Night?

“Hey, how was last night?”

This is inside the materials tent, situated at the forefront of the pioneering operation.

After being amply charged with magic from Gretel’s lips, the words suddenly thrown at me were these. Though the tone was light, the gaze directed at me was sharp, like laser beams. I cautiously opened my mouth, fearing that if I said something wrong, I might be publicly executed in front of thirty thousand subordinates.

“Yeah, I managed to get through it somehow.”

I intended to answer with careful effort, trying to convey an aura of “I did it because I had to, forgive me, honey,” while avoiding grinning. However, she, who is usually insensitive, was not sweet today.

“Hmm, seems like it went quite well.”

“No, for me, it’s an unavoidable duty, not a matter of feeling good or bad…”

“But it went well, right?”

“Yes…”

This is a losing battle. Now, interrogation time lasts a full thirty minutes. Everything from yesterday’s conversation with the princess to details about last night, she demanded it all.

“I see. Princess Clara doesn’t want to become queen, but due to pressure from the surrounding nobles, she can’t step down from the succession race. If a child with an unknown father were to be born, they could use it as a reason to exclude her due to immoral behavior.”

“It seems like she and Beato are thinking that way, but will it really go so smoothly?”

Yes, the overall public perception will likely move as they anticipate. However, for the high-ranking nobles, whether the royal family is chaste or free-spirited doesn’t matter. They would prefer a pawn that is easy to manipulate to wield power. Will they gracefully give up using Princess Clara just because she has a hidden child?

While such concerns crossed my mind, Gretel today did not give me the luxury of sinking into thought. She persistently continued her interrogation. From how many times we did it last night to whether I was gentle afterwards, and even trivial details like which arm she leaned on for an arm pillow – she demanded everything until I confessed.

“Huh… so, it was Princess Clara’s first time too.”

“Well, with a sheltered princess like her, it’s no wonder men didn’t dare to approach.”

“I see… Hey, Lutz, women have special feelings for their first man. Princess Ayaka wouldn’t say something like ‘I want this person to be my only man’ and end up as a concubine, right?”

“No, no, no, surely that won’t happen…”

The second princess as the main wife and the first princess as the concubine… I can only see a future of chaos. I mean, there’s no way Her Majesty the Queen would allow such a thing, right?

“So, Lutz, from your perspective, was Princess Clara attractive? You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Her skin was really beautiful, like it was clinging to my palm…”

Yes, Princess Clara’s face falls into the category of beautiful, but for me, who is accustomed to the perfectly sculpted beauty of Beato and the lively, radiant expression of Gretel, it wasn’t particularly impressive. Her chest is undoubtedly larger than Gretel’s, but perhaps because I’m used to appreciating Ayaka’s magnificent chest armor, I didn’t find it particularly captivating.

What really got to me was the baby-like softness of her skin. As I was reminded of that, I inadvertently began to smirk, and the gaze directed at me suddenly sharpened.

“I see, so that’s it… Lutz, you prefer soft skin, huh? You’d prefer that over a girl with rough, sunburned skin without makeup, right?”

Oops, it seems I mishandled this situation. Gretel’s eyes widened, and a fierce light shone in her gray eyes. I need to somehow smooth things over here.

“Yeah, Princess Clara’s skin was wonderful. But I also love Gretel’s skin, damp with sweat, so much that I want to devour it.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Gretel’s eyes widened even more. As I continued to gaze at her, her cheeks flushed, and her ears turned red in no time.

Approaching her, I licked her still moist neck. It was a bit salty, but it smelled really nice. Why does Gretel’s sweat, unlike men’s, smell so sweet and enticing?

As I continued to sniff around her hairline, I seemed to have gotten a bit carried away. A light punch landed on my defenseless stomach, and I couldn’t help but groan.

“L-Lutz, you pervert!”

As always, Gretel’s punches hit the mark squarely. But today’s punch seemed to be considerably softer.

“Hey Lutz, if you like the smell of sweat so much… it’s okay at night. It’s embarrassing during the day, it’s not allowed.”

Uh-oh, Gretel’s been showing a lot of attracted moments lately. I’m really happy about it, but… if I were to smell Gretel’s sweet scent at night, I might not be able to control myself. Well, anyway, it seems I’ve regained her favor… I breathed a sigh of relief that I had avoided public execution.