Melina blinked rapidly, trying to gather her thoughts, but they scattered like startled birds. "Leon… this is ridiculous," she finally managed, shaking her head. "You've known her for one day. And besides—" her eyes darted toward Kara, then back to him "—marriage isn't something you just decide overnight."
But even as she spoke, her heart thudded unevenly in her chest. What unsettled her wasn't the absurdity of the request — it was the conviction in his eyes. He wasn't joking. He wasn't impulsive. He meant every word.
"What's wrong, Aunt? Me marrying your daughter?" he asked, his voice edged with confusion, unable to make sense of her reaction.
Melina's breath caught at the question, her pulse stumbling as though he'd struck far closer to something than he knew. "That's not—" she began, then stopped abruptly, pressing her lips together. Her gaze flickered away from his, settling on some distant point as her hands folded tightly before her.
Leon watched her closely. The way she avoided his eyes, the sudden silence that settled between them — it wasn't just disapproval. It felt heavier, as if she were holding something back, something she didn't dare to say in fear of his reaction.
The silence stretched on, taut and uneasy, broken only by the soft crackle of the fire. Melina's jaw worked subtly, as though she were fighting with words she didn't want to release. When she finally spoke, her voice was low — almost too calm.
"It's not about you," she said. "It's just… things like this aren't so simple, Leon."
Her words danced around the heart of the matter, vague and cautious, but Leon wasn't fooled. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with quiet curiosity.
"Then explain it to me," he pressed, his tone softer than before but unyielding. "What is it you're not saying?"
Melina's lips parted — and closed again. For a heartbeat, her composure cracked, revealing a flicker of something deeper: guilt? Fear? Regret? She drew in a slow breath, steadying herself.
"It's… complicated," she murmured, eyes still refusing to meet his. "Kara was already promised to someone else," she said quietly."
The words landed like a blow. Leon's mind stalled, struggling to piece them together into something that made sense. Promised?
But what shook him even more was Kara's reaction. Her spoon slipped from her hand, clattering against the wooden bowl as she stared at her mother in stunned disbelief. "W–What?" she breathed, her voice trembling. "Promised? To who?"
"You didn't know?" Leon asked, his brows knitting as his gaze shifted between them. Kara shook her head slowly, her face paling.
"No… I had no idea," she whispered, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. "Mother, what are you talking about?"
Melina finally looked up then, shame clouding her expression. "Your father arranged it," she said softly.
And suddenly, it all made sense. Of course. Marriage, to him, had never been about love — it was business, alliance, obligation. There had never been a need to tell Kara how her life would unfold; what he decided was law.
"To who?" Leon asked, his voice heavy, each word measured as though carrying the weight of the revelation.
Kara's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of the table. Her eyes, wide and uncomprehending, flicked between her mother and Leon, searching for some clue she could understand. "W–Who?" she whispered, her voice small, fragile. The words barely left her lips before a hollow pause swallowed the room, leaving only the quiet crackle of the fire.
"The chief's son—Harold," she said in a barely audible voice.
Leon's jaw tightened, the muscles in his face clenching almost involuntarily. Harold. The name tasted bitter on his tongue, and a low, simmering anger stirred deep within him — one that felt almost primal. After his soul synchronized with the body totally he felt the hatred of the previous host as if his own.
Melina's words spilled into the quiet like stones dropped into still water, each one making the tension ripple wider.
"They offered him a plot of land for a new shop in town; the engagement was arranged after he came back from training," she explained, her voice low, almost apologetic. She still couldn't bring herself to look Leon in the eye.
"Harold is a terrible person, Mom," Kara said, the words bursting out before she could stop them. Her voice trembled — not from fear, but from the sudden, overwhelming tide of betrayal.
Melina winced, the accusation hitting harder than she expected. "I know…" she murmured, her shoulders slumping slightly under the weight of her daughter's stare. "I know what he is, Kara. But your father made the arrangement ."
Leon's anger boiled, but it was not directed at Melina — she was powerless in this situation. The fury had a target, and now, at last, he knew what he had to do.
If he wanted to marry Kara, he would have to be more powerful than the Chief and a better candidate than the arrogant Harold. The thought ignited a fire deep within him, a relentless determination that coursed through his veins.
He would start building his kingdom, step by step, beginning with the defeat of the Chief's family. Every obstacle, every rival, every slight he had suffered would fuel him, sharpening his resolve until nothing could stand in his way.
"It's alright, Kara," he said, his voice calm but firm, offering her quiet assurance. "No one will ever take you from me."
Kara's eyes widened, and for a moment she didn't speak, her hands frozen on the edge of the table. Relief, disbelief, and a fragile hope flickered across her face all at once. She bit her lip, unsure whether to trust the words, yet something in the certainty of his gaze made her chest ease just slightly.
Slowly, she nodded, her trembling fingers curling around the table's edge. A small, grateful smile formed, fleeting but genuine, as if she were allowing herself, just for a moment, to believe him.
Leon's eyes swept over the mother and daughter, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Aunt," he said, his tone calm but pointed, "don't you think you owe us an apology?"
Melina's shoulders stiffened, and her gaze dropped to the floor. Her hands twisted nervously in her lap as a flush of shame crept over her face. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, unable to meet his eyes. She knew too well Leon's wickedness; this was not going to be a simple apology.
Finally, she whispered, barely audible, "I… I'm sorry."
"That is not enough," Leon said, his voice low and deliberate, the calmness masking the sharp edge beneath it.
A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips, one that made the air in the room feel heavier, charged. Melina's hands twisted nervously in her lap, and even Kara, sitting beside her, felt a flicker of unease at the way his gaze lingered.
Leon leaned forward slightly, letting the subtle tension build. "Words," he continued, "aren't always sufficient, Aunt. Sometimes… actions are required to truly make amends."
Leon's eyes glinted with a mischievous intensity, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint, dangerous smile. "You hurt Kara," he said slowly, letting each word land like a weight in the room. "And if you truly love her… then you will show it. Actions speak louder than words, Aunt."
Melina's hands trembled in her lap, fingers twisting tightly as a flush of shame spread across her face. "I… I don't understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Leon leaned closer, his tone calm but edged with authority. "Then let me make it simple. You want to make amends? You want Kara to feel safe, loved, and protected? Then you serve her, in whatever way is needed. Show her devotion. Prove your love."
Kara's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and something else flickering across her face.
"How?" Melina asked, she did not bother to complain, she had already accepted Leon's influence and plus she got an exhilarating feeling every time.
"First remove your dress," he commanded her. "Then let Kara suck on your titties just like when she was a baby."
Melina and Kara were shocked as their eyes met and they quickly looked away, their faces full of shame.
Melina slowly removed her dress and stood there in front of her daughter unable to meet her eyes, while Kara looked at Leon hoping he would change his mind.
"Kara, go on," he said, his voice smooth, edged with a hint of mischief, like a devil coaxing from the shadows.
"Uuugh! Uuuugh!" Melina let out a sharp gasp as her daughter's tongue flicked her nipple before sucking it.
Leon watched the mother–daughter action in mesmerization. His dick stiffened creating a dent in his trousers as precum started dripping.
Kara was shy at first but with time she got so engrossed in her mother's boobs that she was no longer only sucking; she was kneading them, sending jolts of pleasure through her mother as her moans grew louder.
He went behind Melina and brought his hand and cupped her pussy which was already slimy from her juices. His finger found her clit and in a circular motion he rubbed it making her shudder.