256: Chapter 256 The Succubus's Efforts! Flora's First Bloom!

Leaving the room, Rowan gently closed the door and stood in the hallway in silence for a moment.

His senior maid, Rachel, was still waiting quietly nearby.

Rowan looked through the window at the end of the hallway, gazing at the sky outside.

Low-hanging clouds in the night sky obscured the moonlight, making it appear and disappear, while in the distance, a few cold stars could be faintly seen twinkling with a weak light between the gaps in the clouds.

A sudden sense of urgency welled up in his heart.

This world is so dangerous!

He had to push himself harder and be more diligent!

He needed to get more ladies pregnant!

Thus, he pulled Rachel close and whispered softly, "Go and ask Miss Flora to come to my room tonight."

"Yes, My Lord!"

Rachel's cheeks flushed slightly.

...

In one of the castle's bedrooms.

The candlelight flickered, casting two figures onto the wall.

Flora sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, hands clasped on her knees, fingers nervously twisting together.

Isabelle sat on the chair opposite her, feeling a sense of melancholy in her heart, and was just about to say something...

At that moment, a knock suddenly came from outside the door.

Knock, knock, knock—

Flora's body gave a sudden jolt.

She looked up, a flash of panic in her eyes, her lips moving slightly, but no sound came out.

Isabelle sighed and went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Rachel.

Seeing that it was Isabelle who opened the door, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She bowed slightly, her tone respectful:

"Lady Isabelle, the Lord has commanded that Miss Flora come to his room tonight."

Isabelle heard this, fell silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded:

"I understand."

"Mhm."

Rachel nodded and turned to leave.

Isabelle closed the door and returned to the room.

She looked at Flora, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a slightly pale face, and said in a low voice:

"Miss Flora, let me help you get ready."

Flora raised her eyes and looked at Isabelle.

In her eyes, there was fear, shame, and resistance, but also a kind of resigned calm.

She knew that from the moment she signed that contract, this day would come sooner or later.

She bit her lip, leaving a faint tooth mark. Then, she lowered her eyes and said softly:

"Then... thank you..."

Isabelle walked to the wardrobe and pulled open the door.

Inside hung several newly made dresses.

They were all prepared in advance by Lady Lillian, and the fabric was soft.

She chose a moon-white long dress from them and paired it with a pale gold sheer shawl.

"This one will suit you very well." Isabelle turned around and spread the dress out on the bed.

She walked behind Flora, untied the simple hair tie on her head, and let her long golden hair cascade down like a waterfall.

Then she picked up a comb and began to gently brush Flora's hair.

"Miss, your hair is truly beautiful," Isabelle said softly. "So soft and bright, like golden silk."

Flora did not answer, just kept her head down, letting Isabelle fuss over her.

Isabelle styled her hair into a simple yet elegant hairdo.

She knew this was one of the hairstyles the Lord preferred; perhaps it might make him more tender?

Then, she helped Flora change into the moon-white dress.

The dress was tailored perfectly, outlining the girl's slender and graceful curves.

The neckline was cut slightly deep, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin on her chest.

The pale gold sheer shawl draped over the outside added a touch of hazy beauty to her.

Isabelle stepped back two paces, looked her up and down, and then nodded:

"There, that's it."

Flora stood in front of the mirror and looked.

The girl in the mirror was beautiful and fragile, like a white rose blooming under the moonlight.

Isabelle walked behind her and whispered:

"Miss, the Lord... he is not a bad person. As long as you are compliant, he will not treat you poorly."

Flora was silent, then nodded gently.

...

The night grew deeper.

Isabelle personally led Flora up the castle stairs and arrived in front of the master bedroom door.

Then, she turned around, reached out to adjust the shawl on Flora's shoulders, and said softly:

"Miss, we have arrived."

"Mhm."

Flora replied.

Isabelle did not hesitate any longer and raised her hand to knock on the door.

...

The moment the door closed.

Only Rowan and Flora remained in the room.

Flora stood at the doorway, clutching the hem of her dress with both hands, head bowed, not daring to look into Rowan's eyes.

She could feel Rowan's gaze landing on her; it wasn't sharp, yet it made her feel a kind of inescapable shyness.

Rowan did not rush to speak.

He walked to the table, poured a glass of juice, and then walked over to Flora and handed it to her.

Flora hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the crystal glass.

She brought the crystal glass to her lips and took a small sip; it was slightly sweet and carried the fragrance of fruit.

Rowan reached out, gently lifting her chin to make her look up.

Flora was forced to meet his gaze, her beautiful eyes clouded with a hazy mist.

"Are you ready?"

Flora bit her lip and then nodded.

Rowan chuckled.

The girl's clothes fell to the floor like flower petals.

One piece after another.

The candlelight flickered, and the bed curtains slowly fell.

...

Who knows how long had passed...

The clouds parted and the rain ceased.

Rowan leaned against the headboard, looking at the girl who had fallen into a deep sleep beside him.

There were still tear stains remaining at the corners of her eyes.

He looked down again at the freshly bloomed, bright red plum blossom on the bedsheet, and smiled.

Finally, his gaze fell on her lower abdomen.

There, two new breaths of life were gestating, faint yet clear.

[Charm Lv3 Proficiency + 88]

[Drain Lv4 Proficiency + 320]

[Obtained Free Attribute Points: 1280]

Rowan withdrew his gaze, reached out to gently brush the stray hair from Flora's forehead, and tucked it behind her ear.

In the darkness, only the sound of their steady breathing gradually intertwined...