I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 117 (End of Main Story)

Her stomach warmed at the sight of his penis, a sensation she hadn’t felt since giving birth. Her body heated wherever his lips and hands touched, and her breathing grew ragged.

“Haah…”

Leon gently flicked his tongue around Lucas’s breasts. A wave of tingling ran through his body as Leon’s tongue moved over his saliva- and milk-soaked skin.

Leon climbed up and positioned himself between Lucas’s legs. Pressing his lower body tightly against Lucas’s, he suckled on his pecs, drawing out even more milk.

“Too much. You’re wasting it all.”

No matter how much he drank and drank, the milk continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth. The milk that had been so difficult to draw out before now flowed freely, though he didn’t understand why it was only happening now.

Leon ground his hips, stimulating both of Lucas’s breasts alternately. Each movement made their penises rub together through the fabric, causing fluid to drip from Leon’s tip.

“It’s been so long… it’s driving me crazy.”

Just the friction of his penis against the fabric was enough to make him feel close to climax—something that hadn’t happened in years because of their children. He wanted to release quickly but also longed to prolong the pleasure he hadn’t felt in so long. Leon lifted his hips slightly to reduce the stimulation, focusing instead on sucking at Lucas’s chest.

Swallowing the hot, sweet milk that filled his mouth made his chest burn with heat, and he longed to melt into Lucas’s body warmth.

Top of Form

Bottom of Form

Lucas gasped beneath him as Leon bit down on one breast and cupped the other. Sliding his hand down from Lucas’s chest, Leon grabbed his cock—it was full and hard in his palm. The overflowing precum soaked his entire hand. Leon stood up and undid his own trousers, his cock bouncing free as they fell to the floor.

He kissed Lucas on the mouth and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. As soon as his underwear, soaked with bodily fluids, was removed, he rubbed his cock against Lucas’s cleavage.

“That—stop…”

Lucas grabbed Leon’s shoulders and tried to pull away. Although he said he could do it, he was still swollen from the recent birth.

“Lucas, it’s okay. It’s not dangerous anymore.”

“No, it’s not that…”

“Just a little, okay?”

Leon pleaded, pulling Lucas into a hug. Lucas squeezed his eyes shut. He had already allowed Leon to drink his milk; denying him now would only make Leon’s hunger worse. Besides, it had been a long time, and he was already sensitive down there.

When Lucas’s groan of pleasure turned into a soft whimper, Leon parted his lower hole and aligned the tip of his cock. The loosened entrance seemed to welcome him, and Leon slid inside smoothly.

“Ouch…”

“Oh, you’re so tight, even just putting it in.”

“You can finish quickly.”

Leon only smiled with his eyes, not answering Lucas’s words. This was a rare chance—until now, Lucas had always managed to refuse, using the children as an excuse. Leon wasn’t about to waste it.

He lazily moved his hips back and forth. Each time his cock sank deep inside, Lucas let out a muffled moan, his face twisted in pain and pleasure.

Each moan Lucas made sent an unbearable rush of excitement through Leon. Steady, go slow, don’t lose control—he told himself. Gradually, he increased the pace. When he could no longer hold back, he reached around Lucas’s waist, bit down on his chest, and sucked on his breast.

Lucas’s body trembled as if he were about to climax. The sounds of Leon’s suckling filled the room, his lips deliberately pressing and tugging. His hips moved faster, and his large hands cupped Lucas’s firm breasts tightly. “Howit, Joe, just a little slower.”

“I’m going slow enough.”

Leon squeezed her breasts, and a trickle of milk dripped down from them. The sight excited him even more, and he drove his cock deeper inside. His movements became rougher, as if he wanted to bury his entire body within her, to become one with her completely.

It was still broad daylight, and through the glass window framed by the open curtains, their entangled figures were clearly visible. Leon grabbed Lucas’s chin and turned his face toward the window.

“Can you see us?”

“Hmph, ha…”

Leon pushed his penis all the way in, then slowly pulled it out, moving deliberately. Lucas grabbed his forearms in a panic.

“Now, wait a minute…”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Ignoring Lucas’s words, Leon seized his cock, which had risen up to his navel. Lucas grimaced from the overwhelming pleasure and looked up at Leon.

“Wiggling like this makes it even tighter inside.”

The words escaped Leon in a rush of breath, and his excitement only grew. Lucas took his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and began to move his hips, tightening around him, wishing the intense pleasure would end even as it consumed him.

The stimulation from both the front and back was driving him crazy. Lucas placed his hand over Leon’s and held it there firmly. The faster Leon moved, the faster Lucas’s hand followed.

“Oh no… I think I’m going to come…”

Leon’s fingers tightened around Lucas’s glans just as Lucas threw his head back, trembling on the brink. Lucas whimpered in frustration, his climax cruelly held back. Leon kissed the corner of his eye gently.

“Just a little more… just a little more…”

Leon slowly pulled his hips back and then slammed deep inside all at once. Lucas’s insides clenched and twitched, stimulating every inch of Leon’s shaft. Leon, now so aroused he could barely contain himself, moved urgently. Just as the fluids inside him were about to spill out, Lucas, unable to endure any longer, climaxed first.

“Haahk! Ahh!”

As Lucas let out a long, drawn-out moan, Leon rotated his hips in deep, circular movements. When Lucas, with tears glistening in his eyes, gazed up at him, Leon let out a low curse and thrust deeply again.
Thud, thud.
With the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Lucas’s entire body began to tremble.

“Ah, hngh! W-why so suddenly…?”

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

Sparks exploded before Lucas’s eyes. Even though he had just come, it felt like he was about to again. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and tears streamed down from his eyes as a sob caught in his chest.
Clinging desperately to Leon’s shoulders to anchor himself, Lucas felt like he might fall into oblivion if he let go. Electric sensations surged through him from his toes to the crown of his head.

“P-please…”

Without even knowing what he was begging for, Lucas pleaded. Seeing him like this, Leon grits his teeth, trying to hold back.
But when Lucas tightened around him, squeezing his inner walls firmly, Leon could no longer endure it either. With a groan, he spilled himself deep inside.
Lucas’s back arched, and milky white semen spurted out. Both inside and outside, the cloudy liquid overflowed.
As Leon’s raised hips collapsed back onto the bed, the seemingly endless lovemaking finally came to an end.

Leon kissed Lucas’s lips and whispered sweetly:

“Ujin, Lucas, my beloved, my crown princess…”

Hearing himself called by so many names, Lucas slowly closed his eyes. Every time Leon called him Kim Woojin when he was in a good mood, it brought Lucas a strange sense of fate.
Each time Leon spoke that forgotten name aloud, Lucas thought about destiny.

Was it destiny that they met, fell in love, and had children together?
Or was it Leon’s unwavering determination—not giving up even when Lucas had once despaired of his cursed fate—that had brought them here?

Whatever the answer, one undeniable truth remained: they now had three children between them.
Yes, the most important beings now were their children.

“I have something I want to say,” Lucas said.

Leon’s eyes widened at the sudden use of formal speech.
It was natural for Leon to look uneasy—whenever Lucas spoke so seriously, it usually meant something heavy.
With a trembling voice, Leon asked:

“What’s wrong? Did I push you too hard? But… it was only once…”

Swallowing the laugh that threatened to escape at Leon’s worried, almost puppy-like expression, Lucas answered seriously:

“To raise children who take after you, we need to conserve our strength.”

Leon’s face fell slightly, catching the meaning immediately.
Even though Leon was doing his best to help raise the children, being rejected from intimacy with the excuse of needing stamina still made him feel wronged.

Still, this was the only way Lucas could reason with him.

“…Fine. I’ll be careful around the kids. But right now, the nanny has them…”

“Of course we have to be careful around the children.
What I mean is, we should reduce how often we do this until they grow up.
After childbirth, my stamina just isn’t what it used to be.”

Leon’s face paled completely.
He looked utterly unable to accept it.
But Lucas had no choice.
Their tiger-blooded children were so strong, they had already broken multiple cribs and destroyed several toys; even their cries were so powerful it was overwhelming.

Raising even one Leon had been hard enough—raising three little Leons would require conserving every ounce of strength they had.

“…Then… can we at least do it just one last time before we cut back? I need to prepare myself mentally,” Leon pleaded.

“Leon, that’s not what I meant—”

But before Lucas could finish explaining, Leon hugged him tightly again, pretending not to hear, and the two of them became entangled once more.
Lucas could only laugh helplessly.

Marriage.
Childbirth.
Parenting.
Building a brighter future for the Sacred Empire.

Faced with these great milestones, Lucas would always worry and plan ahead, while Leon—with a childlike innocence, like a boy rolling around on a grassy hill—would charge forward, endlessly optimistic and drawing luck to their side.

As Leon called out “Kim Woojin” again, his body shivering with tenderness, a knock came at the door.

Knock, knock.
It was Ermon.

“I think the kids woke up.”

“Looks like it. Shall we go?”

With a voice tinged with regret, Leon slowly pulled out and helped Lucas dress.
They rose from the bed, hand in hand.
Opening the door while holding Leon’s always warm hand, they found Ermon waiting politely.

Still holding hands tightly, the two made their way toward the children’s room.
Through the window at the end of the corridor, the outside scenery unfolded before them.
The dragon statue that usually wore a perpetually stern expression almost looked like it was smiling today.

From beyond the door, the small sounds of their children’s voices leaked out.
Just hearing it lifted their hearts.

Leon let out a low purr of happiness, while Lucas smiled quietly.

When they opened the door, three tiger cubs lying atop the bed turned their heads toward them in perfect unison.

Grrrr…
The three cubs’ soft growls were the sound of another world—their world—and their love.

True love was just beginning.

<The End>

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