Chapter 367: The Morning After (1/2)

Having bathed after an intense night of love-making with his brides, Berengar returned to his regular workout regimen, which he used to maintain his chiseled yet lean physique. Only after he had finished did he return to the bath once more to clean himself of the sweat and grime accumulated throughout his exercise.

After having two baths in one morning, Berengar visited his Dining hall, where he saw his three women waiting for him alongside the rest of his family. Unlike what Berengar expected, the air was not awkward by any means; in fact, his three girls appeared to be relatively cordial. So much so that it was frightening to Berengar, who was used to walking around eggshells in order to avoid a catfight.

Adela smiled as she drank from her coffee cup; as usual, her hair was tied up into twintails, which gave her a cutesy appearance. She was smiling while engaging in casual conversation with both Linde and Honoria.

Henrietta was watching the scene with an equally unnerved expression that Berengar had blasted upon his face; in the two siblings' minds, something wasn't right. Never before had they seen the three women get along so well together.

As Berengar sat down at his spot, all three of his women cornered him and kissed him one at a time before sitting back down in their respective seats; this was something that Berengar had never expected to happen. Usually, the moment one of the girls showed their affection, the other two would instantly begin to pout or lash out in anger. Finally, Henrietta could no longer hold her tongue and instantly questioned Berengar about the behavior change in the trio.

”What exactly happened between the four of you last night?”

The moment the young girl said this, Berengar began to choke on his coffee; it was not something he wished to reveal to a fourteen-year-old girl. As such, he remained silent on the matter until Linde spoke up in a teasing tone.

”We merely enjoyed each others' company; you're too young to understand.”

Despite Linde's words, Henrietta immediately understood what had happened between Berengar and his women, causing her to immediately flush in embarrassment. As for Berengar, he continued to drink from his coffee in silence. This was not a landmine he wanted to step upon.

Eventually, the food arrived, and Berengar began to feast upon his breakfast while watching his family interact in a manner he was not accustomed to. It was as if he had stepped into the twilight zone; he was amazed over the fact that one night of group sex had drastically changed his girls' perspectives on the family dynamic.

However, no matter how enlightened they may have felt when together, competition between women was an instinct, and it did not take long before such a thing reared its ugly head. In an attempt to assert her dominance over the other two women, Adela had climbed into Berengar's lap and begun to spoonfeed him his scrambled eggs.

”Open wide, darling!”

Though Berengar felt like refusing the request, ultimately, he surrendered; it was better not to spoil Adela's moment, and as such, he munched on his scrambled eggs from the spoon that Adela provided.

In response to Adela's actions, Linde approached his side and presented him with a glass of milk. She, too, followed Adela's lead and whispered in his ear something suggestive.

”Does master desire some of mommy's milk?”

Whether or not the milk in the glass was cow milk or Linde's brew, Berengar did not know the answer. However, upon seeing Linde's frightening gaze, he quickly took a sip to wash down the eggs. As such, he began to alternate between the eggs being spoonfed from Adela and the glass of milk given to him by Linde. As for Honoria, she had a sly idea of her own; the young princess immediately put on a childish facade and made of a request of Berengar.

”Daddy, feed me!”

The moment she said this, the eyes of everyone at the table grew wide. However, her pleading face was too cute for Berengar to pass up; as such, he grabbed a spoonful of her food and stuffed it into her mouth, where the Byzantine princess immediately began to smile in bliss.

Though the girls were acting more cordial with one another, their competition was as intense as ever. It had simply simmered down to a point where it had become friendly rather than hostile. Regardless, Berengar was beginning to enjoy the Kingly treatment he was receiving from his three beautiful women.