I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 106 (R19)

A few days later, a newspaper article appeared with the headline “The Crown Prince and Crown Princess: Their Meeting and Their Love”, blurring the line between journalism and romantic fiction.

Lucas had heard that Leon, furious over rumors that their marriage was politically arranged, had summoned reporters for an interview—but he hadn’t expected it to turn out this dramatic.

Blushing furiously, Lucas confronted Leon.

“Leon, this is way too much.”

“Why? I only told the truth,” Leon replied nonchalantly.

“You exaggerated so much it’s embarrassing. I won’t even be able to walk outside like this!”

“Exaggeration? I swear to the heavens, I only spoke the truth.”

Sighing, Lucas took a sip of his tea. In his opinion, it would have been better to let people believe it was a political marriage rather than letting such a love-story-like article circulate. But he knew better than to try and stop Leon.

Besides, today they were leaving for the North to hold their wedding ceremony. It wasn’t the right time to start an argument. It would be better to just placate him.

Finishing his tea, Lucas rose from his seat and walked toward Leon.

“Even though the article was exaggerated… there were some good parts.”

Leon looked at him with interest.

“Yeah? What part did you like best?”

Lucas hesitated before answering softly, “…I could see your heart. It made me realize how beautifully you see me.”

Leon chuckled with his eyes but sighed with his lips.

“No, Luca! That’s not what you should be moved by. You should be moved by the time we spend together and the things we do now.”

As he spoke, Leon slyly trailed his hand up Lucas’s thigh.

Lucas’s face immediately flushed bright red. Even now, he couldn’t help blushing whenever Leon hinted at anything remotely intimate.

“Ah! Lucas, you were the one who always said, ‘Reading about it in a book is important, but unless you experience it, it’s useless.'”

“…That’s not the context I meant it for.”

“Still, I agree. Everything has to be learned through the body.”

Leon boldly closed the distance between them. Just as he lowered his head to steal a kiss, Ermon’s voice called out.

“Your Highness, preparations are complete.”

“Ugh, Ermon’s timing is always like this,” Leon grumbled, opening the door reluctantly. Lucas bit his lip to suppress his laughter.

Ermon had a habit of arriving early outside the door, eavesdropping, and then knocking at just the right moment. Today was no exception.

“There’s probably no one better at timing than Ermon,” Lucas murmured under his breath.

Leon turned his head, catching the soft words.

“Hm? What did you just say, Luca?”

“Nothing. Just… Are we traveling light today? Is Ermon coming with us?”

“No, Ermon will follow later.”

Thus, Leon and Lucas boarded the carriage. Only Exer, the knight known to be as strong as a hundred men, accompanied them. Rai, who had never carried another person on his back before, grumbled furiously, but Leon ignored him completely. It was left to Jerry to soothe the annoyed Rai.

Inside the carriage, Leon nestled close to Lucas and inhaled deeply. Though the carriage was spacious, it was filled with a sweet, thick scent.

“The carriage is big enough… You could sit a little farther away,” Lucas suggested, voice a little strained.

Leon whispered in his ear with a mischievous smile, “Right. In this huge carriage, it’s just the two of us.”

“…”

Leon’s hand, resting on Lucas’s knee, slowly slid up his thigh. He deliberately brushed over a patterned spot, making Lucas’s body involuntarily tense. Even though Leon’s hand stayed outside the clothes, it felt like his touch was seeping directly into his skin.

“When we arrive at the Grand Duke’s estate, there’ll be people waiting outside. Plenty of Alphas, too.”

What was he getting at now? Lucas couldn’t read Leon’s intentions at all.

“Now that they can approach you, I’m worried. Everyone will fall for you at first sight. That’s why I have to make sure my scent covers you completely.”

It was clear—Leon intended to leave his mark inside the carriage. Leon briefly gripped Lucas’s hardened front before sliding his hand down to cup him fully.

“I have to pour so much of it on you that it’ll never fade away.”

“We’re already bonded. Besides, this is inside a carriage.”

“And?”

Leon answered so naturally as he slipped his hand inside Lucas’s clothes. Somehow, the buttons had already come undone, and Lucas’s pants were halfway down.

“You’re already soaked. You can’t go greet people wearing wet clothes, can you?”

“Leon… it’s just a little further… hnn.”

A warm tongue flicked against his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. A hand slid further inward, parting the soft curves of his hips.

“I don’t want to do this either, but your clothes are already getting wet.”

Leon grabbed him firmly by the waist and pulled him close. Lucas knew he should resist, should say no—but the words wouldn’t come out. His mind flashed back to the conversation they had shared under the covers last night.

“Leon, do you have any wishes?”

“…Well, there is a small one.”

“And what is it?”

“For Lucas to stop looking at me like I’m still a child. To give me advice… without scolding me.”

The memory made Lucas pause.

Even though he knew Leon was now a powerful Alpha—strong enough to bend time and control his strength—old habits were hard to break. Whenever they were together, it was hard not to recall the younger Leon, the boy he had once protected. Lucas was certain Leon could sense it, too.

It’s because you’re so precious. How could I ever forget the young Leon… who is still you?

Excuses raced through Lucas’s mind, but he swallowed them down. Saying it aloud would only make it worse—make Leon feel like he was still being treated like a child.

Leon was his lifelong mate now—the future Emperor of the Teian Empire. Lucas couldn’t afford to keep clinging to the past.

But still… being intimate like this in a moving carriage—wasn’t this a bit too much?

While he hesitated, Leon’s fingers traced down, brushing against his sensitive folds before gently invading.

“You’re already so soft inside.”

At the sweet whisper, Lucas’s body and mind began to melt. When Leon pressed just the right spot, a sudden warmth escaped from deep within. Lucas clutched at Leon’s sleeve, his body overheating, twisting unconsciously, toes curling as he tried to endure the sensation.

Leon, watching Lucas’s shudder helplessly in his hands, brought his lips to Lucas’s neck.

Seeing him struggle to lean away from the door only stirred something deeper inside Leon—pity and an overwhelming urge to claim him.

Clunk.

The carriage jolted roughly over uneven ground.

The carriage jolted violently as its wheels scraped over the uneven ground. My hips jerked involuntarily, and a low groan escaped me. I bit my lips hard, leaving teeth marks, desperate not to make a sound.

Leon gently slipped a finger into my mouth and whispered against my ear.

“Go ahead… make some noise. Everyone already knows Lucas and I are fated for each other.”

“Ugh… mmph…”

Leon watched me struggle to stifle my groans, then casually turned to glance at the draped carriage window.

What if rumors spread—that the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Teian engaged in passionate affairs wherever they pleased? Come to think of it, Leon mused, it wouldn’t be so bad. If people thought that, no one would dare to covet Lucas.

A sly smile crossed his lips as he spread my legs apart. My entrance twitched, silently pleading. Leon slipped his hand between my thighs, pressing firmly, and felt the slick, clinging heat inside. The sensation was overwhelming, and he quickly yanked down his trousers.

Grabbing my ankles, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. His cock, already painfully hard, was leaking as he rubbed it against my thigh. A few teasing strokes against my entrance, and he was fully ready.

A dark, dizzying pleasure surged through Leon—the thrill of knowing he alone would be the one to claim his mate inside the rattling carriage, just before their wedding.

“Relax,” he whispered.

I exhaled deeply, trying to calm myself. Without hesitation, Leon thrust himself deep inside. A stifled groan escaped my lips, but my gaze instinctively stayed fixed on the window, away from him.

A large, firm hand covered my eyes.

“Just think about me,” Leon murmured.

He whispered against my lips, then bit down gently. As our mouths pressed together, I could feel the tightness inside me slowly giving way. Leon sucked on my lips, moistening their dryness with his saliva. His hips moved in a slow rhythm, each thrust accompanied by eager, biting kisses.

Lucas reached up, wrapping his arms around Leon’s neck. His once-pale face was now flushed a deep red. Leon pulled back slightly, tracing his fingers over Lucas’s bitten, swollen lips.

“Haa…”

Lucas’s moan grew deeper, more desperate. At the same time, his inner walls clenched tighter around Leon, making him groan as well, unable to hold back his excitement.

“Your hands… give them to me…”

Leon’s voice was low, almost a growl.

“They say blindfolds heighten all your senses. Should I tie you up too?”

His rough whisper sent shivers down Lucas’s spine. Rising to his feet for a moment, Leon untied the sash from around his own waist and gently wrapped it around Lucas’s eyes, blindfolding him.

“I want you to feel only me. To smell only my scent, hear only my voice, and feel only my touch.”

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