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 55

I stood with my parents in front of the grand cathedral of the kingdom. Numerous spires pierced the sky, and the alabaster sanctuary was majestic and beautiful.

Selena and Lasha approached. Their summer-sky-blue hair and pure white dresses fluttered slightly in the breeze.

The dresses were splendid.

Crafted from the finest silk, seemingly unassuming white threads embroidered countless floral patterns. These garments were far superior to those typically worn by countesses marrying as primary wives, perhaps even rivaling Risty’s dress.

Even for the Quitunen family, producing two such outfits must have been a considerable expense.

The extravagance of such dresses for a concubine’s ceremony brought little advantage to the family. The substantial investment was surely a pure expression of affection for their daughters.

They looked beautiful and fitting.

I was glad we had chosen the cathedral for the ceremony. The church in Remilba wasn’t a poor location, but this attire deserved this setting.

Walking alongside them, Count and Countess Quitunen looked at their daughters with gentle eyes.

“Selena, Lasha, I’m counting on you.”

“Yes, please take care of us.”

After briefly greeting the brides, we followed both families’ parents and entered the cathedral.

It wasn’t quite ‘a flower in each hand,’ as the two of them lined up on my left side as we walked through the cathedral.

In the front row of the attendees sat Prince Kefin, and next to him sat a blonde, blue-eyed girl with prominent breasts—his fiancée, Lady Ghislaine. She was only thirteen, and I believe this was the first time the two had attended an event together. The number and status of the attendees had completely surpassed any ordinary concubine’s ceremony.

The ceremony itself wasn’t particularly noteworthy.

Like during my wedding with Risty, we swore oaths to the Sun God, both families declared their approval of the marriage, and fruits were offered as sacrifices. The only difference was that the fruits were burnt this time.

Without any issues, the ritual concluded.

With this, I officially had three wives… incredible.

After the wedding, the evening party began. With over a hundred guests, the venue was a large hall inside the royal castle.

Right from the start, I found myself facing Vidal Manjula. We both wore forced smiles; despite our different features, it felt like looking in a mirror.

“Lord Folca, Lady Selena, Lady Lasha, I sincerely congratulate you on your marriage.”

“Lord Vidal, thank you very much. It’s truly fortunate and greatly appreciated that you could attend the ceremony and this gathering amid your busy schedule.”

The subtext was, “I didn’t expect you to come. Why are you here?”

“No, on the contrary, I’m deeply regretful and disappointed that my father and I couldn’t attend together.”

We engaged in a bit of polite but insincere small talk.

Beside me, Selena and Lasha managed strained smiles. Welcome to the Rolique-Gustique side, ladies. Now that you’ve married into our family, this kind of interaction with the Manjula family is typical. Get used to it.

After a brief exchange, Vidal excused himself and walked away.

Though I was tired from the start, the rest of the celebration was peaceful.

Duke Domeia joked, “If they have many capable children, send one my way,” and Brother Al lavished praise on Selena and Lasha’s dresses.

From relatives and neighbors, we received heartfelt congratulations.

Everyone present understood the nature of this marriage. There was none of the confusion or skepticism that had surrounded my marriage with Risty.

After his initial greeting, Vidal kept to himself in a corner.

Still, why had he come…

After pondering for a moment, I somewhat understood. He was likely just observing. Observing the atmosphere of both families, the demeanor of the brides—gathering information for his purposes.

It was slightly eerie, as if he was checking to ensure nothing unexpected had occurred.

With that unsettling thought lingering in my mind, the evening party came to an end.

All that remained was to return to the Gustique estate with Selena and Lasha.

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After bathing, I sat in the bedroom of the Gustique estate in the royal capital, feeling jittery as I waited.

The door opened, and Selena and Lasha entered.

Both were dressed in matching negligees.

Made of thin, pure white silk, the garments had blue ribbons adorning the collar, sleeves, and the hem of the skirts. They were incredibly cute.

Clearly new and not meant for regular use, these garments had likely been tailored just for today, along with the wedding dresses.

Both appeared to have bathed already, as their hair was slightly damp.

“Thank you for today, Folca.”

“Yes, thank you as well, Selena and Lasha.”

My throat felt dry from nervousness. My ambition was about to be realized.

I stood up, taking Selena by the right hand and Lasha by the left.

“Come here.”

I led them towards the bed by their hands.

“Ah, the three of us, then?”

Lasha asked, her heartbeat audibly quickening.

“If you two aren’t opposed, that’s what I’d like.”

I didn’t mind being thought of as a pervert. Reaching the side of the bed, I let go of their hands and sat down lightly on it.

“It’s okay. I kind of thought it might come to this.”

Saying this, Selena placed her hand on my right thigh and sat down, straddling my right knee. Lasha did the same on my left knee. It was quite a bold posture.

They felt surprisingly light. Risty wasn’t particularly heavy, but these two were even lighter due to their petite stature.

“You’ve been indulging Quitunen’s whims, so feel free to ask for anything.”

Their lovely faces were right there, and a soft scent of soap wafted through the air.

Selena leaned closer and closed her eyes. I was drawn in, our lips meeting softly. After a moment, I turned to Lasha and shared a kiss with her as well.

At that point, I felt like my brain might melt.

My ambition was fulfilled.