Chapter 569: Two Souls, One Heart ( 569 )

The room was filled with soft gasps, quiet moans, and the gentle creaking of the wood beneath tangled bodies. The bed moved rhythmically under their weight, carrying their shared warmth.

Then, with one final shuddering breath, Marcellus released himself deep inside her.

She trembled beneath him, her breath catching, her body tensing beautifully. Her fingers clutched the sheets, her chest rising and falling softly in quiet pleasure.

And then—

The door suddenly opened.

Both of them immediately turned toward the sound, hearts pounding in shock.

Standing there—framed by the soft, golden morning sunlight, dressed neatly in an identical maid uniform—was… Lithia.

The real Lithia.

She leaned casually against the doorway, her arms crossed, wearing an innocent yet knowing smile.

“Master Marcellus~,” she called softly, tilting her head playfully.

Marcellus froze in place, confusion quickly overtaking him. His eyes darted between the girl beneath him and the one standing at the door.

“L-Lithia…?” he stammered.

Lithia giggled quietly, teasingly.

“What are you doing~?”

Beneath Marcellus, Harny’s face immediately turned bright red. She whimpered softly in embarrassment, quickly covering her eyes and cheeks with her arm.

“Mom~,” Lithia continued gently, with a teasing tone.

Harny whimpered again, her breath shallow and shy, her voice weak and panting. Her body trembled slightly under Marcellus’s weight, overwhelmed by embarrassment but still smiling faintly behind her arm.

Marcellus, completely stunned and speechless, slowly lifted himself up, finally realizing the truth about who was beneath him.

The woman lying there, panting softly with red cheeks, her face hidden behind her arm—wasn’t Lithia. It was Harny.

Lithia just smiled wider at his realization, her eyes shining with both teasing amusement and warm affection.

Still stunned, Marcellus sat frozen on the bed, the warmth of Harny’s body still beneath him, her soft breaths trembling against his skin.

His heart was pounding loudly in his chest.

He opened his mouth to say something—any words at all—but nothing came out.

Then Lithia stepped forward.

She moved gracefully, her expression gentle but clearly amused by the chaos she had just witnessed. She stopped at the edge of the bed, her eyes shining as she looked at him.

“Now, now… Master Marcellus…” she said sweetly.

“You’ve done it now,” she added, leaning down slightly, her smile growing wider.

“Take responsibility, okay?”

“Ah… ah…” Marcellus stammered, his eyes darting between the two women—one beneath him, still blushing and covering her face, and the other standing proudly with her arms crossed, smiling with that same charming look.

Lithia leaned closer and whispered teasingly near his ear, “Besides… aren’t you lucky?”

She tilted her head, her lips just brushing his cheek.

“You now have two Lithias~,” she whispered.

Marcellus stiffened, his face turning even redder.

Without hesitation, Lithia climbed onto the bed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind. Her chin rested gently on his shoulder.

“Just take care of us, alright?” she whispered softly. “Be gentle and fair.”

“Mm…?” she added playfully, her breath warm against his ear.

Harny, still lying under the sheets, peeked out from beneath her arm. Her eyes met her daughter’s. A mixture of gratitude, embarrassment, and deep love passed between them.

Marcellus could only nod, his heart pounding, his mind struggling to understand what was happening—but part of him was already accepting the truth.

He had both of them now.

Two women. One heart.

Same face.

Different souls.

Lithia leaned in from behind, her arms still lightly wrapped around Marcellus. Her lips brushed his cheek first, then she slowly tilted his head toward her.

Before he could overthink it, she kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Deep.

It wasn’t just affection — it felt like possession.

Her fingers curled into his hair as her lips stayed on his, slow and deliberate. When she finally pulled away, her eyes shone with a deeper glow, as if she had already decided this outcome long ago.

“Thank you…” she whispered, smiling softly.

Then she looked down at Harny, who was still beneath Marcellus, flushed and quiet. Her gaze was turned to the side, filled with a mix of shame and happiness.

“Now…” Lithia said with a playful hum, “my mom is going to follow us back to the Armand Region… right?”

She tilted her head, her voice sweet but with a subtle hint of command. Her grip around Marcellus’s shoulders tightened just a little.

“Please?” she asked—though it sounded more like a gentle order than a request.

“Umm…,” Marcellus stammered, still overwhelmed by the whirlwind of feelings, warmth, and confusion.

Lithia’s smile curved into a playful look.

“Oh?” she said, blinking innocently. “You’re going to leave her here?”

Her tone dropped into teasing whisper.

“After tasting her?”

She leaned closer to his ear again.

“Oh~ how cruel…”

Harny whimpered softly at her words, her hand moving up to hide her face again. Her body tensed beneath the blanket.

Marcellus looked back and forth between them — one woman flushed beneath him, the other clinging to him with mischief and love.

In that moment, he knew there was no going back.

“I… I don’t…” Marcellus muttered quietly, looking down at Harny, who was still quietly catching her breath beneath the blanket.

He slowly turned toward Lithia, whose arms were still wrapped around his shoulders from behind.

“I don’t mind,” he said softly, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

But even as he smiled, a shadow of guilt crossed his eyes.

“I’m… sorry,” he added quietly. “I thought she was…”

“Me?” Lithia asked, raising an eyebrow.

She leaned around him, brushing her cheek against his as she looked into his face. Then her lips curved into a knowing smile.

“Don’t worry about it, Master,” she said softly. “You should feel lucky, you have both of us now.”

Her fingers lightly tapped his chest, as if scolding him gently.

“It’s better than some random woman outside,” she added, her tone playful but with a hint of sincerity. “At least this way… I know her.”

Marcellus glanced again at Harny, who still refused to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her arm stubbornly covering her eyes.

Lithia pressed closer and whispered into his ear.

“But remember—!” she said sharply but still with a smile. “No more women, okay?”

Marcellus blinked.

“Huh?”

Lithia gave him a teasing glare. “I don’t want you building a harem like Young Master Javier.”

“What—? I’m not—!” he started to protest.

Lithia pinched his cheek. “I mean it! You’ve got me, and now… you’ve got my mom. That’s enough!”

Marcellus winced. “Ow, ow! Okay, okay!”

She let go with a satisfied little humph and hugged him again from behind.

“Besides,” she murmured, resting her chin on his shoulder again, “you’re mine. I don’t share easily.”

She looked down at Harny, whose face was now buried completely in the pillow.

“But for Mom… I’ll make an exception.”

Harny let out a muffled groan of embarrassment.

Marcellus could only sigh.

He wasn’t sure if he’d just been blessed—or sentenced.

But one thing he knew… he was lucky to have two Lithias.

( End Of Chapter )

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