A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 16

After we finished, Risty and I lay side by side under the blankets. Her face was so close, just inches away on the bed.

“Risty, are you okay?” I asked.

Now that I had calmed down, I realized I might have been a bit too intense. I felt a little worried.

“Yes, of course,” she replied with a smile. She touched a spot on her collarbone, where a red mark had formed—the telltale sign of a hickey.

“I asked for something a bit improper… Mariel is probably going to scold me,” she added with a playful grin.

“Well, we’re in this together, so I’ll get scolded too,” I laughed.

The hickey had been Risty’s request, but I had eagerly obliged, so I was just as guilty.

“But I didn’t expect you to know about things like that,” I remarked. I had always imagined Risty as someone innocent, unaware of things like hickeys. In fact, she seemed to have picked up more knowledge about these kinds of things since last time.

“Hehehe. Actually, I’ve been reading books from the royal family’s restricted library,” she admitted with a mischievous smile.

“The restricted library??” I repeated in surprise.

I knew about the restricted archives in the royal castle—where the secrets of the Rolique family were stored, accessible only to members of the royal family.

“Yes, I’ve been reading the journals of King Coorm,” she said with a nod.

“King Coorm? The fourth king? That exists?!” I exclaimed.

Coorm, the fourth king of the Rolique Kingdom, was known for his pragmatic rule. He implemented wise domestic policies, skillfully managed foreign diplomacy, and helped the kingdom prosper. However, to the public, he was infamously known as “The Perverted Lustful King.”

He was notorious for his insatiable desire for women—he had so many consorts that the exact number was unknown. Not only did he indulge in physical pleasures, but he was also said to have a fondness for rather eccentric, even extreme, activities. His formal queen was so horrified by him that after giving birth to two princes, she moved to a distant direct-controlled territory and lived separately from him. The details of his debauchery were mostly rumors, but it was said to have been quite shocking.

“Yes, his journals are incredibly detailed… He wrote extensively about his nightly activities—though it seems he didn’t limit himself to night, as there’s plenty about his daytime escapades as well. Some of the things he did… well, they’re physically impossible for me,” Risty said, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Risty, you really chose a dangerous source for your education… But then again, there aren’t many other “reference books” on the subject. A hickey is pretty normal, so I suppose it’s not that bad. Maybe King Coorm’s reputation was exaggerated, and his journals just recorded relatively normal activities.

“Apparently, King Coorm once tore open a pillow, grabbed the feathers inside, threw them over a woman lying in bed, and then proceeded to leave marks on every spot where a feather landed,” Risty said matter-of-factly.

Okay, no, the rumors were definitely not an exaggeration. No wonder the queen ran away.

“Risty, let’s not take inspiration from the more extreme parts, okay?” I cautioned gently.

“Uh… yes, of course,” she replied, looking a little embarrassed.

“But still, thank you,” I added, feeling genuinely touched.

The fact that she had gone to such lengths to learn more for my sake made me incredibly happy.

“Oh, by the way, Folca, about the conditions of our marriage,” Risty began, her tone becoming more serious.

“Hmm? Conditions?” I couldn’t recall any specific “conditions” of our marriage. After all, the “confirmation” had gone smoothly, so we had proceeded with the wedding without any issues.

I thought about it for a moment but couldn’t come up with anything.

“You’re free to take as many concubines and mistresses as you like,” she said.

Ah, now that she mentioned it, I vaguely remembered my father saying something along those lines at the very beginning. It had completely slipped my mind.

Risty’s expression became more serious as she continued.

“To someone like me, Folca, you’re incredibly valuable,” she said.

Unsure how to respond, I simply nodded. “Yeah,” I agreed. In this world, a man with a preference for small chests like mine was indeed a rare find.

“The condition originally came from the Rolique side, but I also don’t think it’s right to monopolize you. Given your status, having at least one concubine is expected. I’m okay with that, and even if you were to take more, I would accept it,” she added with a determined look.

It wasn’t hard to detect the unspoken sentiment behind her words: “If you find any other women with small chests who seem like a good match, please consider them.”

Indeed, for high-ranking nobles, having concubines was normal. The reason was simple. Most high-ranking nobles were also powerful mages, and in times of war, they would serve as the kingdom’s main fighting force. While peace was preferable, if war broke out, entire noble families could be wiped out.

In fact, the current Duke Manjula had lost all his children from his marriage to his first wife during the invasion by the Griffis Kingdom.

Having a “spare” bloodline was crucial. My father had always been faithful to my mother, but my grandfather had reportedly voiced his disapproval of that several times.

On top of that, men of high magical ability often faced pressure to father many children for the sake of strengthening the kingdom’s magical combat capabilities.

Concubines, mistresses… The face of Rita briefly flashed through my mind… But there was no need to think about this now.

“For now, let’s just get some sleep,” I suggested.

“Yes,” Risty agreed with a nod.

Using water magic, I manipulated thin strands of water to snuff out the lamps in the room. After exchanging a goodnight kiss, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.