Chapter 221: Convincing Lira

Lira sat in the guest room, her hands clasped tightly as she waited for Mira to return. Her nerves were evident, the tapping of her foot betraying her impatience.

Adrian had assured her that he would marry her no matter what, but Lira still craved her family's approval, even if she resented their treatment of her as little more than a bargaining chip.

Marriage to Adrian felt like an escape, a path to freedom from a home that stifled her individuality and used her for its own interests.

The creak of the door broke her thoughts, and she looked up to see Mira entering. Relief and anxiety warred in Lira's chest as she sprang to her feet.

"Big Sister! How did it go? How was you talk with Adrian?" Lira asked, her voice a mix of hope and worry.

Mira smirked, her sharp eyes catching the way Lira had addressed Adrian without his title. Her teasing nature couldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Adrian, huh?" Mira drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"You're already calling him by his name, so intimately, without his title. Someone seems eager to marry him, even though she rejected the proposal so vehemently the first time. Also, did you just call me big sister as well? Hmm it's been a long time since you call me that. How nostalgic."

Lira's face turned crimson, and she stammered, "I-I just—" She stopped herself, huffing in frustration. "Hmph!" she snorted, turning her face away, unwilling to meet Mira's amused gaze.

Mira observed her younger sister thoughtfully. "She's eager to get married", she mused.

"Knowing her, it's probably because she sees this as a way to gain freedom from our family. Smart of her… but I can use this to my advantage. Adrian's other women won't probably let me have a look at them having sex, but with Lira, I can manipulate her to accept it."

"Well," Lira said after regaining her composure, "what's the result of your talks with Adrian? Are you going to confirm the alliance and let me marry him or not?"

Mira's smirk softened into a calculating expression. She decided to use Lira's eagerness to fulfill her own curiosity.

After all, the image of Rosalyn's face, contorted with pleasure during her sex with Adrian, had haunted Mira ever since.

The curiosity about whether such raw ecstasy was truly possible just because he used his dick, was gnawing at her.

"Yes, he'll marry you," Mira said nonchalantly, crossing her arms. "But not right away. And there's something else you should know."

Lira raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"He has other women," Mira said bluntly, watching Lira's reaction.

To her surprise, Lira didn't flinch. "I know all about it," Lira replied firmly.

"He already told me. What I want to know is whether you'll let me marry him. Our parents will follow whatever you decide anyway, so just tell me the result."

Mira regarded her sister, impressed by her resolve.

"She still can't mask her emotions at all," Mira thought, noting the anxiety on Lira's face.

"For someone from a Count's household, she's too transparent. Fortunately, her luck isn't bad. Adrian, playboy or not, seems like the kind of man who treats his women well."

Finally, Mira spoke, her tone casual. "I'll allow it. But…" She hesitated, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There's one condition from my part."

Lira frowned. "Condition? What condition?"

Mira leaned forward slightly, her smirk returning. "I want to watch you both have sex."

Lira's eyes widened, her face turning a deep shade of red. "W-What?! What are you talking about, you pervert?!" she stammered, stepping back in shock. "You… you want to peep on us? Don't tell me you're lusting after my body!"

Her mind raced as she knew her sister, Mira was only interested in women. She had seen her countless time, without a world for care, having sex with other women in their estate.

All the maids in their manor, had already been tainted by her grubby paws.

"Could she be attracted to me? Or… A horrifying thought crossed her mind.

"Did she awaken something after Adrian told her about his relationships with his mother, sister and his aunt? Is that why she's suddenly interested in this?!"

Seeing the panic in Lira's expression, Mira sighed.

"Relax," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not interested in you that way, dear sister. My tastes haven't changed. Women loving women is, in my mind, the most beautiful kind of love. I just… don't understand why some women choose men instead." She paused, letting her words sink in. "Call it… curiosity."

Lira stared at her sister, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to process what she’d just heard. "Curiosity? What kind of curiosity makes you want to watch something so private?" she finally managed to stammer.

Mira crossed her arms, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she considered her words.

She couldn’t exactly tell Lira about what she’d seen earlier—the vivid memory of Rosalyn’s blissful expression, etched so deeply in her mind that it refused to fade.

It wasn’t something she intended to admit aloud, but the curiosity had been gnawing at her ever since. She thought to herself, make some random excuse and force her to comply.

Instead, Mira leaned back in her chair, feigning nonchalance.

"It’s simple, really," she said, her tone calm but unyielding.

"I’ve never been with a man. I’ve always thought love between women was the purest form of connection, but lately…"

She paused, her smirk returning. "I’ve started to wonder if I’m missing something. And seeing how desperate you are to marry Adrian, it only piqued my curiosity further."

Lira flushed, anger and embarrassment warring on her face. "That’s ridiculous! Just because I want to marry him doesn’t mean you can—"

Mira cut her off, her voice turning firm. "You want my blessing, don’t you? You said it yourself—our parents will follow my lead. If I say yes, they won’t object. But if I say no…"

Lira clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Mira was right, and she hated that her sister could see through her so easily.

The freedom she longed for—the chance to escape their family’s suffocating grip—hinged on Mira’s approval. And now, Mira was using that leverage in the most absurd way possible.

Mira tilted her head, studying her sister’s conflicted expression.

"Look, I’m not asking for much," she said, her tone softening slightly.

"I just want to understand what makes a man like Adrian so… irresistible to women. You’ll get what you want, and I’ll get my answers. It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?"

Lira’s voice wavered as she replied, "You’re insane, Mira. You can’t just… use me like this!"