Chapter 1: Sinner

Night spread across the window lattice, dyeing the room in a gentle warm yellow glow.
The small bedside lamp gave off a faint light, kneading their shadows together into one soft shape.

The woman lay on her side.
Her soft black hair was scattered carelessly across the pillow, a few strands clinging to her smooth forehead and cheeks, making her skin look fair and delicate, like the finest white jade.
Her long curled lashes hung low, tenderness too deep to dissolve hidden beneath her eyes.
The tip of her small nose was faintly red, and her lips were a pale pink, still carrying the trace of a soft, sweet smile.

Her whole body nestled lightly in the man’s arms, forehead pressed against his warm chest, the tip of her nose surrounded by the unique scent of him that always made people feel at ease.

The man on the bed had a tall, well-built figure.
Even wrapped in soft sleepwear, the lines of his broad shoulders and narrow waist could not hide their clean, sharp outline.
The muscles of his arms flowed smoothly as they encircled the woman’s waist, his palm resting against her back with just the right amount of strength.

Several strands of pale golden hair fell over his shoulders and neck, softly brushing against his skin, making his complexion seem even clearer.
His emerald eyes were like gemstones soaked in warm water.
When he lowered his gaze, the tenderness in them nearly overflowed.
His fingertips gently stroked the woman’s soft hair with utmost care.

“Young Master Leonor, I always feel I must be incredibly lucky to have met a boyfriend like you.”

“Gentle and dependable, understanding my little moods, tolerating my little stubbornness. No matter what trouble I run into, you always stand firmly by my side and become my strongest support.”

“I don’t have to deliberately please you, and I don’t need to tread carefully. Every moment with you feels safe and steady. You’re far better than the one at home.”

The seductive, voluptuous woman nestled in his arms as she whispered sweet little words of love.

“Hahaha, of course I am.”

The blond man named Leonor burst into laughter.

“By the way, has the one at your home noticed the two of us seeing each other?”

Leonor picked up the glass of red wine from the bedside table and took a sip, his expression even somewhat content.

“Not yet, but if that guy really finds out, the two of us will be in serious trouble,” the woman said worriedly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m the heir of the Promia family. Even if he finds out, he can’t do anything to me.”

“Hehe~”

Leonor imagined the cuckolded man discovering his girlfriend nestled in another man’s arms.
That aggrieved, furious expression made him hum happily to himself.

‘I just love being the blond homewrecker!’

Leonor was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he had merely been a shut-in otaku who liked NTR-themed stories, until one day a speeding truck sent him to this world.

He had transmigrated into the body of a villainous young master.
Yes, the original owner had also been a domineering scumbag noble brat.

A normal person would surely turn over a new leaf and become a kind young master again.

But this transmigrator was not a normal person.

After taking over the body of the evil young master, while continuing to eat, drink, and indulge himself, he also loved stealing other people’s lovers.
What he especially enjoyed was the devastated expression on the victim’s face when they learned the truth.

The beautiful woman before him was one of who-knows-how-many targets he had toyed with.

Of course, he had standards.

Regarding NTR, he followed three rules:

First, if they had children, he would not interfere.
He would not break up a family.

Second, if it was a yuri relationship, he would not interfere.
He had no wish to destroy girls’ love.

Third, if it was a boys’ love relationship, he would not interfere either.
He was not into that.

“Ah, Young Master Leonor, it’s not that I want to discourage you, but the one at my home… you probably can’t afford to provoke them.”

“Hm? In this entire Western Territory, who would dare provoke me?”

“Could it be someone from another Saintess family?”

“No, no, that person’s identity is…”

“Ah, anyway, you’d better be more careful in the future. Don’t swagger through the streets like today again.”

“Hm? So who exactly is he?”

But at that moment, with a sudden bang, the door was violently kicked open.
Wood splinters flew everywhere, shattering the silence.

A group of fully armed Iron Guards in heavy armor filed in one after another.
Their thick armor gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, their steps steady and sharp.
The clashing plates rang out with crisp clang clang sounds, carrying a bone-deep pressure that instantly drowned the small room in icy killing intent.

“Hm?”

Leonor’s whole body stiffened.
The muscles in his arms tightened instinctively, and his face was filled with stunned confusion.
His pale golden hair had become slightly disheveled from the sudden movement, and his emerald eyes were full of shock.

As for the woman on the bed… the eyes that had been smiling moments ago flew wide open.
Her black pupils were filled with terror.
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, all traces of rosy color gone from her fair skin.

As though fearing something, she suddenly shrank beneath the blanket to hide herself.
Her whole body trembled violently without stopping.
Her teeth bit lightly into her lower lip, suppressing the scream nearly spilling from her throat.

…

Leonor recognized them as the Royal Iron Guards.
They represented the Kingdom of Eldra—the imperial authority supported by his own family.

The guards stood stiffly upright in the room.
The atmosphere sank into awkward silence.

It was Leonor who finally broke it and asked in a low voice,

“What… does this mean?”

Before he could understand the situation, the leading guard shouted loudly:

“Under the protection of the Goddess of Light, Aeseryth, First Crown Heir of the Kingdom of Eldra, Cecilia the Second…”

Huh?

Before hearing even half of it, Leonor was dumbfounded.
Why would Her Highness the Princess come here?

And at a time like this, no less.

It couldn’t possibly be to catch them in adultery, right?

As the armored guards formed a circle and stood solemnly still, a soft yet inviolable radiance slowly spilled in through the doorway, dispersing much of the cold killing intent in the room.
The princess of the Kingdom of Eldra stepped in slowly.
Morning light seemed to swirl around her, and every step she took seemed to tread upon drifting motes of light, carrying with it the holy aura of faith itself.

She appeared to be a beautiful young girl in the full bloom of youth.

Cecilia wore a sacred long dress embroidered with silver-white patterns of light.
Its hem trailed across the floor, flowing with faint luminescence.
In her hair rested a crown set with a milky-white gemstone, pure and translucent, refracting a soft halo.
It made her waterfall-like golden hair appear even more dazzling.
Her silky locks fell to her waist, curling slightly at the ends with a delicate sheen.

Her skin was fairer than snow, smooth and almost translucent, like the finest white jade, carrying a faint soft glow without the slightest flaw, making her features seem even more ethereal and pure.
Her brows were slender and gentle, like distant mountains touched with ink, their ends slightly raised.
They carried both the nobility of a royal princess and a trace of cool distance.

Her eyes were a clear icy blue, like the surface of a lake kissed by the Goddess of Light, transparent to the very bottom.

Leonor had never seen the princess before.
At this first sight, he was nearly dazzled senseless.

As expected of a princess.
She was truly beautiful.

“Your Highness…”

Leonor snapped out of his daze at the princess’s beauty and immediately got off the bed, dropping to one knee in salute.

“Leonor Promia, do you know your crime?”