Chapter 107: You May Call Me Holy Seat

“First time?”

Roman’s voice trembled as he spoke.

How could that be?…

He finally opened his eyes, gazing up at Lady Catherine above him.

Her mature, sensual features, those large, beautiful eyes brimming with affection, and her full, rosy lips still bore the marks he’d left behind.

Those enchanting eyes, filled with love, stared at him tenderly.

Her lips parted slightly from time to time, a visible mist escaping.

Her long, slightly wavy hair, dark as night, spread across Roman’s chest and the stone surface of the hot spring, carrying the fragrance of a mature woman.

How could such a display of mature allure exist without the accumulation of time and experience?

“Didn’t you get married?”

Roman asked hoarsely.

“Marriage?”

Lady Catherine moved slightly, tapping her lips with a finger as she pondered.

“I think something like that did happen.”

Her movement made Roman take a sharp breath, his gaze dazed.

“Then how can you…”

In truth, one of the main reasons Roman agreed to help Lady Catherine was because she was a married woman.

Even if something like this happened between them, he believed she’d be more mindful of her family afterward and not become entangled endlessly with him.

Lady Catherine touched his forehead, a troubled expression on her face.

“Didn’t I say it before? My marriage isn’t going well.”

“Not going well means…”

“Mm, unlike my good darling, he’s just a useless waste~”

Lady Catherine spoke with a hint of grievance.

A useless waste…

Roman, though no longer inexperienced, still seemed naive before Lady Catherine.

It took him a while to process her words.

He had thought Lady Catherine’s husband simply couldn’t have children with her.

So the man was a complete waste…

Then, wouldn’t his current actions be…

“Mm~”

Lady Catherine couldn’t help but arch her brow again, tightening around Roman’s waist as if afraid of wasting even a bit.

Roman thought of Lady Catherine’s longstanding obsession and bit his lip, a rebellious urge rising.

This time was exceptionally urgent, and combined with the habits he’d developed from Luo Xiya…

So…

“After today.”

“After today, we’ll go back to the way things were.”

She touched her own belly, speaking reassuringly.

Roman’s uneasy gaze lingered on Lady Catherine’s abdomen.

If he remembered right, he’d just released an unknown amount inside…

He swallowed.

He wasn’t prepared to raise children.

After all, he was only sixteen.

Moreover, recalling their earlier actions and her reactions, Roman suddenly felt Lady Catherine was a bit unfamiliar.

At least in his occasional fantasies, no matter the circumstances, Lady Catherine’s attitude was always gentle as water.

But just now, her wanton appearance even surpassed Luo Xiya that night.

He even doubted whether the woman with him was truly Lady Catherine.

Or perhaps, such things possessed such charm that they could transform a gentle and intellectual lady into a wild, unrestrained beauty.

“Is your Curse lifted?”

He finally remembered the serious question.

Lady Catherine touched her abdomen.

“It’s already fine.”

Roman managed a relieved expression.

At least his effort wasn’t wasted.

“But…”

Lady Catherine’s tone shifted.

“But?”

Hearing that, Roman felt a wave of unease.

Lady Catherine pressed down on him, grinding her thighs as if unwilling to let him go.

“Good child, I want to borrow something else from you.”

Roman stared at her abdomen, suddenly sensing a faint mark appearing and disappearing on Lady Catherine’s skin.

“Hmm?”

Lady Catherine followed Roman’s gaze, assuming he wanted more, and let out a soft laugh, saying nothing.

“Wait!”

Roman pressed down on Lady Catherine’s shoulders.

The confusion and vulnerability in his eyes vanished, replaced by calm—even cold—clarity.

Even though he was still inside her, their fluids mixed together.

“You… Who are you?”

Roman spoke each word clearly.

Lady Catherine finally frowned.

“My good child, who do you think I am?”

She quickly resumed her teasing expression, pressing her hand against Roman’s shoulder.

She was just about to start a second round when she suddenly turned her head sharply.

Before she could see what it was, her body was instantly sent flying, landing in a nearby pool.

The next moment, the entire room was filled with authority—not just in atmosphere, but physically overwhelming.

“Ugh…”

Catherine crashed naked against the wall.

She couldn’t move no matter how hard she tried.

Then, in Roman’s line of sight, a completely unfamiliar woman walked in slowly, looking coldly at Catherine.

“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have succeeded so easily…”

“Look at you now, Catherine. What’s the difference between you and those wanton?”

The golden-haired woman in a holy robe spoke with both anger and pain.

Then, ignoring Lady Catherine, whom she’d already subdued, she turned her icy gaze toward Roman.

At this moment, Roman was also naked, every inch of his pale skin exposed to her eyes.

Her gaze swept over his chest and the space between his curled legs, trembling more the longer she looked.

There was even a mix of his and Catherine’s fluids lingering on his body.

“You are…”

Roman frowned under that cold, piercing stare.

Truly Catherine’s child.

Sylvia closed her eyes, collecting her earlier sternness.

Though calm, she spoke as she looked at him.

“My name is Sylvia.”

“At the same time…”

“You may also call me Holy Throne.”

She walked over to Roman, removing the cloak from her shoulders.

With focused care, she draped it over his shoulders, wrapping his body.

“Has no one ever taught you that boys should have self-respect?”

Her actions were gentle, but her words stung.

Roman was held by Sylvia, the cloak covering him.

He watched her earnestly wrap it around his chest and muttered softly, “No.”

Sylvia paused almost imperceptibly, then looked at him with equal seriousness.

“I’ll teach you well from now on.”

“Do you know my mother?”

Roman suddenly asked.

“Such a smart child.”

Sylvia touched Roman’s head, speaking with both relief and a sigh.

If only she could have arrived a little earlier…

“Can you check on Lady Catherine’s condition for me? I’m worried about her…”

Roman suddenly tugged at her sleeve.

“Just now… I felt something was off.”

Sylvia grew visibly agitated at his words.

She raised her head, her gaze burning as she looked at Lady Catherine shrouded in steam.