Chapter 54: A Sweet and Sensuous Supper

“Come, my Master, ah~.”

Letitia led Noah into the Demon Lord’s private dining room. They sat shoulder to shoulder, each keenly aware of the other’s breath and body heat.

With even a slight lean, the softness of the other’s body was palpable.

She speared a piece of the pre-prepared meal, bringing it to Noah’s lips, which shimmered like jelly.

“Ah~~ mm.”

Having spent a tiring afternoon, Noah gleefully accepted Letitia’s ministrations, gently chewing the food in her mouth.

Her innocent smile blossomed with the vibrancy of a flower in full bloom, her mouth full of the happiness bestowed upon her.

A vibrant vegetable salad, pan-fried matsutake, and creamy lasagna graced the table. Though not overly abundant or complex, the meticulous plating clearly revealed the creator’s thoughtful effort.

Astolfo had originally intended to set out two bottles of exquisite wine, but considering it might detract from the flavor of the “main course” after dinner, she had instead opted for two refreshing cups of lemon fruit tea.

‘This… this is what it feels like to serve someone?’

As Letitia watched a delicate blush spread across Noah’s perfect, pretty face, and her blissful smile sparkle like starlight, a wave of warm contentment filled her heart, causing her lips to curve upward involuntarily.

Her dark crimson eyes curved into crescents, her smile incredibly gentle, as if a thousand-year-old glacier had melted, its babbling stream flowing across the plains with the spring breeze.

She began to understand why Astolfo and Noah always wore such tender smiles when they saw her happy.

What an incredibly joyful thing it was, to see the people one cared for, the people one loved, display such radiant happiness.

‘The Demon Lord is truly amazing!’

The attendant maids, who had been “observing and learning” and standing by, once again sighed inwardly.

‘To serve one’s wife to such an extent – how understanding and considerate the Demon Lord truly is!’

‘She’s the ideal lover, the perfect partner! If my future husband were even one percent as good as the Demon Lord, I would be utterly content!’

Witnessing the two beautiful maidens’ intimate exchange, the entire maid corps couldn’t help but offer fond, aunt-like smiles.

“Come, continue eating, ah~.”

Letitia, brimming with joy, spooned another mouthful of lasagna into Noah’s mouth, which Noah swallowed with a look of pure bliss.

However, having gone without a single drop of liquid, her dry mouth found swallowing a little difficult.

Noah reached out to take the cup of lemon fruit tea from the table, but Letitia was quicker, taking it first.

“Just leave it to me.”

With those words, Letitia took a sip of fruit tea, holding it in her mouth. Her graceful form leaned slightly forward, and with half-closed eyes, she offered her delicate lips.

Noah understood, intertwining her fingers with Letitia’s and taking Letitia’s soft, moist lips into her own.

The cool fruit tea, mingled with warm saliva, flowed into Noah’s throat, leaving a refreshing, mint-like sensation.

“Mmm… mmph…”

Letitia’s eyes narrowed, hazy with pleasure, as she reveled in the tender sensation, sharing the distinct flavors in each other’s mouths.

Their two soft bodies pressed tightly together, their upper halves flush. Noah’s beautifully shaped fullness enveloped Letitia’s ample chest, the highly elastic touch making Letitia’s breasts feel as if they were making a soft landing.

“Mmm ah~.”

Their lips parted, a small splash, like water droplets hitting the ground. A misty film veiled Letitia’s dark crimson eyes, her gaze distant and tender, as if she were utterly submerged in the moment.

The fruit tea in her mouth had been thoroughly cleared away by Noah’s tongue, which still carried the faint scent of food.

“Now then… my Master~, shall we continue~?”

Letitia’s voice had grown much softer and more seductive, as if a pure young girl had shed her innocence to learn the art of charming flirtation, her silken, alluring eyes seeming to brim with liquid desire.

Amidst this rather sensuous dinner, the prepared dishes gradually dwindled. The maids standing by watched, their faces flushed crimson, even discussing during their shift change whether they should collectively use “water magic.”

‘This is too thrilling! Your Majesty, the Demon Lord, you and your wife are truly playing a grand game! Grand in every sense!’

“I’m finished eating.”

Having finished her meal, Noah picked up a napkin, contentedly wiping the corners of her mouth, while Letitia meticulously handled the final touches.

“Now then, it’s time for dessert.”

A residual blush still lingered on Letitia’s cheeks, yet her lips couldn’t help but curl upward, her smile hinting at something more.

She clapped her hands, and Beatrice, who had been waiting for some time, entered bearing a tray. With a stoic, expressionless face, she presented the desserts from the tray.

In exquisite small bowls, silver spoons and milky-white spiraled ice cream appeared rather simple, yet they couldn’t conceal the inherent luxury that emanated from them.

It was as if this was not merely a dish to be enjoyed, but a fine wine worthy of a century’s preservation, or perhaps the most exquisite jewel displayed at the heart of an exhibition.

“Come, my Master, this dessert… I’m certain it will thoroughly please you~.”

A peculiar smile played on Letitia’s face. She scooped up a spoonful, and the smooth ice cream swirled around it like silk threads. As it was inserted, the curved surface subtly indented, proving its remarkable elasticity.

The mere sight of this scene was enough to whet the appetite. As Noah swallowed subtly, her eyes filled with anticipation, Letitia, with a knowing smile, brought it to Noah’s lips.

Noah’s soft, warm lips enveloped the spoon, and the warmth in her mouth melted the surface frost. The smooth texture spread across her tongue, causing Noah’s eyes to widen instantly in disbelief that such an exquisite dessert could exist.

The melting coolness carried a hint of sweetness.

Though only a tiny mouthful, it exuded a rich fragrance, powerfully embracing the lingering flavors of the previous meal and melding them into an even more delightful taste.

Noah ate with hazy eyes and an enraptured expression, feeling as though her entire mind, like the creamy ice cream, had been painted with a layer of sweet, snowy white.

She hadn’t even registered what Letitia was saying, having swallowed it before truly savoring its taste. By the time she realized, the small bowl of ice cream was already more than half empty.

Letitia, meanwhile, watched her with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a silver spoon in hand.

“How was it, Master? Simply wonderful, wasn’t it~?”

A tangible sense of victory made Letitia feel as though she were floating. Her lips curved upward in a pleased smile as she questioned the lingering Noah, her expression clearly saying, “I just wanted to see that look on your face.”

“The taste is somewhat familiar, yet also a little strange… Is this the taste of the Demon Lord’s love…?”

Noah hazily licked the corner of her mouth, her slightly cool, fragrant tongue tracing her soft lips, a blissful smile gracing her face.

“My Demon Lord… what is this ice cream made from~?”

Noah asked, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

“Why, it’s made from the succubus milk you produce, of course.”