I Kidnapped the Hero’s Women

"Another marriage partner... again."

How did things end up like this?

The question suddenly crossed my mind.

Back when I first transmigrated into this world, I hadn’t even considered taking more than Charlotte and Yulia as my wives.

Ah. After discovering that Yuri was a woman, the number became three.

Ah. After traveling back in time and saving Sylvia in her childhood, it became four.

Ah. After learning that Irene had spent years enduring hardship while waiting for me, the number became five.

"Hmm... So this is how it kept increasing..."

As I retraced my thoughts, everything made sense.

It wasn’t as if these marriages happened randomly—there had been a valid reason for each of them.

Sure, I had completely veered off from my original plan, but every change had been necessary.

With so many perfectly suited brides growing up exactly to my tastes, how could I possibly choose one and discard the rest?

I had transmigrated into a world where polygamy was legal.

If I had intended to pick only one, then taking both Charlotte and Yulia in the first place had already been an error.

With the law on my side and the capability to take responsibility, was there any reason not to have multiple wives?

No. Absolutely none.

Only a self-loathing fool who doubted his ability to love all his wives equally would refuse such a blessing.

"Did you enjoy your time?"

A soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

From behind a pillar, Sylvia emerged, smoothly falling into step beside me.

At first glance, she seemed emotionless.

But beneath that calm mask, there was a hint of displeasure on her face.

"I will be marrying Her Majesty. Keep it confidential for now. The official announcement will likely happen soon."

"Hmph. I can’t say I’m surprised. Ever since you met the younger version of Her Majesty in the past, I had already expected this outcome."

"...You noticed even back then?"

"Yes. From that day onward, the way you looked at Her Majesty completely changed. It would have been strange not to notice."

"···."

So my gaze had changed from that moment?

Even I hadn’t realized it.

I thought I had only seriously started considering marriage with Imperial Sister much later.

But maybe... deep down, from the moment I met her younger self, I had already unconsciously chosen her as a bride.

"So? Did you enjoy savoring the body of someone who was still a minor just yesterday?"

"Why does your voice sound so sharp?"

"It’s just your imagination. I’m asking purely out of curiosity."

"···."

Sylvia glared at me with her usual blank stare.

Her voice was cold—too cold.

She was clearly upset about something.

Yet, since she had no legitimate reason to be angry, she was forcing herself to endure it.

"So, you’re jealous."

"Hah. As if. I am a knight who serves you and remains loyal to the empire. I would never dare to harbor petty jealousy over your relationship with Her Majesty."

"Tell me the truth. You’re upset that an outsider is taking priority over you, aren’t you?"

"···No."

"Your voice just got a lot more hostile."

"···."

This girl.

She used to hide her emotions so well, but lately, they were written all over her face.

It was a stark contrast to her childhood when she had been nothing but a cold, emotionless weapon.

But honestly... this was better.

"You once said you wanted to ‘match the pace of the children.’"

"···I take that back. I will match the pace of the other wives instead."

Sylvia had held back from going beyond kisses because of the children.

At the time, she must have assumed that only they would become my wives.

But now that Imperial Sister, an adult, had entered the equation, Sylvia was feeling pressured.

"So at the very least... I demand an equal level of intimacy as what you shared with Her Majesty."

"See? Isn’t it better to be honest?"

"···."

Pulling her closer by the waist, I held her tightly.

Strangely, despite being the one who usually pounced on me like a rabid dog in heat, Sylvia suddenly turned into a bashful maiden, her face flushed red.

I would never understand her.

"Uh... is it alright if I don’t change into my childhood form first...?"

"What the hell are you talking about? If you transformed right now, I’d have to throw myself into a dungeon."

"I just thought you had a phobia of physical contact with adult women."

"That’s ridiculous."

"Then... what was all of that hesitation before?"

"It’s because your body is dangerously violent. Every time you got close, your overwhelming curves made me feel like I was being threatened. I’ve just grown used to it now."

"Wha—!? V-Violent curves!? What does that even mean!?"

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Her unrealistic proportions, straight out of a fantasy game illustration.

A massive chest, a slim waist, and wide, well-defined hips.

When I had first seen Sylvia after transmigrating, the shock I felt couldn’t even be put into words.

Honestly, any normal person would have reacted the same way.

Every time I saw that massive, distracting pile of flesh, I had instinctively tensed up, feeling an inexplicable sense of fear.

But now...

Well.

I had adjusted.

Perhaps it was because I had personally witnessed what she used to look like as a child—before her body had exploded into this absurd shape.

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Now, even when she pressed her chest against me, I no longer felt threatened.

...Probably.

"I always thought you were oddly distant with me... So this was the reason?"

"Most likely."

"I assumed you simply had an inability to be aroused by adult women."

"Hey."

This brat.

If I let her keep running her mouth, she was just going to keep spewing nonsense.

It was time to shut her up.

I brushed her hair behind her ear.

As if she had been waiting for it, she closed her eyes and tilted her head up for a kiss.

I pulled back slightly—only for her to go on tiptoes and chase after me.

Our lips met.

The sound of swallowed saliva broke the silence.

Our tongues entwined, blurring the line between who was who.

And just as things were heating up—

Sylvia suddenly started undoing her buttons.

"Sylvia. Wait."

"Why are you resisting? Oh. Is this part of the roleplay? I understand."

"What the hell do you ‘understand’? Stop."

"You said you would ‘match the pace,’ so naturally, I must receive the same treatment as Her Majesty—"

"Imperial Sister and I only kissed."

"···What?"

Slowly.

Her hands, which had been unbuttoning my shirt, lost all strength.

Her face turned beet red.

...She must have assumed that I had just come back after bedding Imperial Sister.

"W-WHAT!? You’re marrying Her Majesty!?"

"With Her Majesty?! Really?! Wow!"

Yulia’s face contorted in shock.

Meanwhile, Charlotte’s face lit up with excitement.

Had it been some random woman, she might have felt a bit uncomfortable.

But Imperial Sister was someone who adored them.

"And besides... Imperial Sister really, REALLY liked Mister Aslan, didn’t she?"

She had never said it out loud, but Charlotte had seen it countless times.

The way Imperial Sister gazed at him.

It was the same way Yulia looked at him.

A mixture of desire, possessiveness, and love—held back only out of fear of being too obvious.

Charlotte had worried that Imperial Sister would end up giving up just like Yulia.

But in the end, she had managed to gather the courage.

"Why... why °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° does it keep increasing...?"

Meanwhile, Yulia was quietly panicking inside.