Chapter 848: Chapter 131 - Running A Company Is Hard, But So Does Being A Father (2)
For the entire month, my attention had been fixed entirely on Kana.
She was... simply irresistible to look at. Every time my gaze landed on her tiny face, I couldn’t help but feel my chest tighten with warmth. She had inherited Gabrielle’s gorgeous golden hair, the strands soft and silky like threads of sunlight, while her eyes—those unmistakable, deep, familiar eyes—were mine. Looking at her was like looking at a miniature version of Gabrielle, but with faint traces of me scattered here and there. It was oddly satisfying... and kind of fun in a way I’d never really experienced before.
Gabrielle, on her end, was pouring her whole heart into becoming the best mother she could be for Kana.
She was meticulous with her paying close attention to every single thing she ate, making sure it was nothing but healthy and nourishing for breastfeeding. On top of that, she stuck to a proper diet and kept up a regular exercise routine, determined to return her body to its former shape.
"I feel like I’ll lose to those two if I don’t exercise. I want to be more sexy for you," she had said one day, almost pouting.
"Those two" could only mean Rose and Irene.
And to be fair... Rose and Irene were like they had been sculpted by some perverted god who knew exactly how to engineer a body to be erotic. Every curve, every proportion—it was like they were walking temptations made flesh.
But truth be told, Gabrielle didn’t need to be worrying about her body at all. If anything, I personally thought a MILF figure would suit her far more—there was a certain maturity and allure to it that was impossible to fake. But I knew this wasn’t about me convincing her otherwise. This was her pride as a woman talking. And I couldn’t exactly take that away from her.
As for me, during the whole month, I didn’t really do much beyond watching Kana—watching her tiny chest rise and fall as she slept, the way her little hands twitched in her dreams, the adorable concentration on her face when she tried to grab something new for the first time.
Was this what it felt like to be a father?
I guessed it was. There wasn’t any other way to describe this feeling. It was different from anything I’d felt before—subtle yet overwhelming at the same time. A strange, pleasant heaviness in my chest every time I looked at her.
Although... saying I didn’t do anything else would be a straight-up lie.
Because I still had plenty of... intimate moments with other women.
Titania and the girls often invited me out at night, and it usually ended in us having sex until late. Irene and Rose would join in for a threesome every now and then, but only if they were drunk—or if they’d drunk an aphrodisiac—since they seemed to lack the courage to do it sober. So basically, if I had to sum up my entire month... I’d been stuck in rut.
"You really look like a proper father, Leon," Rose remarked one morning.
We were lying together after a threesome the night before. Irene was in the bath, washing up, leaving me alone with Rose.
It still surprised me that even after all this time, they were embarrassed about it—embarrassed about us. I guess that kind of shyness wasn’t something that just vanished overnight. But honestly? I kind of wished they’d act with each other the same way they did in bed. Because in bed... their teamwork was nothing short of phenomenal.
"Well, I’m trying my best to be one," I replied. "It’s only fair. I want to give my child as much love as I can while they’re still young. You can’t miss out on moments like that. You never know how they’ll turn out when they grow up."
"You sound like you’re actually going to be a great father or something. I wouldn’t have expected that... from someone who’s a huge and shameless womanizer," she said, smirking.
She had a point. And honestly... I didn’t have much of a comeback for that.
"Well, even with that... there’s no way I’m not going to try, right?" I said.
"Well, I guess you can try all you want," she replied casually.
She took a small, almost impatient breath.
"By the way... how long is Irene going to be in there? It’s getting late, and we still have a meeting at the academy..."
Right—the preparations for the next academic year were in full swing. Classes would start next month.
That meant I was now officially a third-year at the academy. And they weren’t kidding when they said this was the year where everything got serious, down to the smallest detail.
The staff were already working themselves to the bone to get ready for a school year that promised to be on a much bigger scale than the last.
Eventually, Irene emerged from the bathroom. She looked pale—too pale.
"What’s wrong?" I asked immediately.
"N-Nothing, really," she said. But the way her face had drained of color made it hard for me to believe that. Still... since she wasn’t offering an explanation, I decided not to press further.
After that, the two of them left for the academy together. There was an unmistakable awkward air around them—thick, almost tangible. It wasn’t hard to guess why.
After all the shameless things they’d said to each other last night, thanks to the mix of alcohol and aphrodisiac, it made sense that their "normal" feelings would reset by morning.
Once they were gone, I headed to my office—only to be greeted by a mountain of paperwork stacked like it had been waiting to crush me.
Honestly, balancing fatherhood with being the owner of a massive company was no joke. But I was lucky—lucky that I had so many capable, talented women around me who took on a huge chunk of the work and kept things from falling apart.
Gabrielle had also reassured me, telling me not to worry about Kana. She and Maya had everything handled, and Maya, surprisingly, seemed to have quite a knack for childcare.
Well... for now, my focus had to shift to the matter at hand.
And that was—
"I guess they’re making their move now, huh?" I muttered, leaning back in my chair. "Trying to twist my company’s image in front of everyone... trying to drag us down in the public eye."
There had been a flood of news reports lately—thinly veiled attacks aimed at defaming us. I was almost certain it came from some small-time company that had gotten too bold for its own good.
But whoever it was... they should’ve thought twice before deciding to make an enemy out of me.