Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 155: Mia Starlight.

Mia Starlight.

Leon lounged at ease in the mansion’s formal living room on a deep blue and ivory white velvet couch, his body relaxed but regal. One arm lay along the backrest’s curved edge, fingers carelessly drumming on the upholstery, as his other hand supported a half-empty teacup. The gentle light of the gilded lamps above gave a golden luster to his dark hair and sharp features—a picture of tranquil elegance.

At one corner of the room, the five maids stood—a stunning row of beauty. Each of them carried flowing black hair and piercing black eyes, their beauty impossible to deny. Fey, Mira, Mona, Lena, and Rui—each unique in charm, yet all together a vision that could shame royal courts. Their maid uniform hung perfectly on each of them, emphasizing every curve and line of their bodies, but it was they themselves—graceful, warm, devoted—that gave the room its own radiance.

In front of the sofa, standing close to the room’s center, were five more lovely women—his wives. They formed a cluster reminiscent of the stars in the heavens.

Rias was at the center, her lengthy red hair flowing like a river of silk down her back. Her red eyes were afire and filled with love. She was not only his first wife—she was his bond daughter, his spirit queen.

Alongside her stood Aria, his second wife, with hair of violets at twilight and eyes to match—cool, observant, enigmatic.

Third stood Cynthia, his third beloved, poised and stately with black hair and eyes that were Leon’s own, a woman of understated depth.

And standing guard beside them, the green-haired twins—Kyra and Syra—twins in beauty, in mischief, and in their fierce devotion to him. Their eyes shone like emeralds, ever observing, ever amused.

The whole living room glimmered with womanly grace, beauty, and life. With them there, the mansion was no longer stone and wood—it was magical. Such a heavenly realm where gods reclined in ease, and Leon was their favorite core. Any man, witnessing this spectacle, would have envied him with abandon.

And yet, in spite of all the refinement, the playfully warm playfulness of it all was present.

Every woman sported a smile on her lips as their eyes lingered on him—fond, teasing, knowing.

Then Rias moved forward from the crowd.

Her scarlet locks bounced with each movement, and her smile grew into a grin full of mischief. She cocked her head ever so slightly and said in a lilting, teasing voice, "Daddy..."

She left the word suspended in air.

Leon’s eyebrow rose, waiting, a spark of curiosity dancing across his face.

Rias’s smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling. "I invited a guest—someone who’s been wanting to meet you for a very, very long time."

Leon once blinked. A flash of shock danced across his face before he lifted his brow again, this time more leisurely.

He looked at his wives—both of them sporting a taunting, lovely smile. Even reserved little Kyra had her lips turned up, green eyes sparkling with laughter.

Leon leaned toward her a little, interest glittering in his eyes. His voice lowered to a smooth, laughing murmur.

"Oh? Is that the case, sweetheart?" he asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "And when, precisely, do I have the pleasure of meeting this elusive admirer of yours?"

Rias smiled happier than ever. "Now, Daddy."

That surprised him. Leon sat up a little straighter, his eyes narrowing as he looked around the living room.

He hadn’t sensed any new presence in living room except — his wives and maids.

Then he turned back to Rias, eyes narrowing slightly with quiet inquiry. A gentle smile spread on his lips as he spoke.

"And... where is this guest of yours, sweetheart?" Leon asked, his voice smooth as velvet, but laced now with a rising note of curiosity.

Rias didn’t answer. She simply smiled at him—patient, playful... and just a little too teasing.

Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind her, the other wives—Aria, Cynthia, Kyra, and Syra—exchanged glances and started smiling themselves. Not benignly. No—cat-like. A secret played between them; one not yet to be revealed.

Leon’s confusion grew. His eyes darted from wife to wife, then jerked toward the maids.

In the corner of the room, Fey, Rui, Mira, Mona, and Lena had gone abnormally quiet. Even they could tell something was happening. Their black eyes jumped toward the wives, fascination flowering on their faces. Rui leaned forward a little. Mira cocked her head. They felt it too—the tension building like a taut bowstring.

But nobody said anything.

The silence dragged on.

And Leon started to feel it—like the creeping, crawling heaviness of expectation settling in his chest. His lips opened a little, as though to say something, but nothing emerged.

His wives observed the change in him—how his elegant poise dissolved into something smoother. Restlessness. Impatience. Even Aria, always calm, flashed a knowing look at Kyra, her lips quirking.

It was Rias, still standing there before him, that he finally addressed—to his more urgent voice than he had planned.

"Rias—"

But his words stumbled.

Because in that moment Aria and Cynthia started to step aside to the left. Kyra and Syra to the right—like gates slowly opening with measured ease.

Leon’s gaze followed them.

And between those two opening sets, someone stood. Concealed until now behind the soft wall of his wives.

His breath stopped.

There, coming into sight, was a girl he had not seen before—not until the instant they parted.

She stood in silence, hands clasped tidily in front of her, blushing but composed.

A vision of quiet loveliness.

She was young, not more than the early twenties, yet her presence dominated the room like moonlight seeping through clouds. Long, silky black locks cascaded down her back in waves, glimmering like dark liquid onyx in the warm lamplight. Her eyes—golden-amber—met Leon’s with a combination of nervousness and fortitude. They shone, steady and bright, full of quiet assurance.

Her heart-shaped face was surrounded by gentle cheeks, a soft nose, and full, rosy lips. Her chin sloped softly, completing her elegant beauty. She appeared to be a painting come to reality.

She was around 5’6", but it wasn’t her height that kept his attention—it was the manner in which she held herself. She had a powerful hourglass build: her breast is generously sized—neither too large nor too small—ideally supported by her narrow waist, and her hips being high-set and wide, giving her a sexiness that was impossible to miss. Her thighs were thick, strong but soft, and her ass —curvy, full, generous and toned—shifted with every slight movement.

She was dressed in a midnight-blue off-the-shoulder dress, beaded with golden flowers that caught the light as she moved. Sheer material cascaded over her arms like starlight, and tiny black heels added a touch of elegance. Golden jewelry shone faintly around her neck and wrists.

She was blushing, indeed—but she didn’t flinch. Her form was taut, but her eyes did all the talking: nervous adoration, curiosity, and something almost religious.

Leon, for a moment, couldn’t find his voice.

She seemed... familiar.

He scoured his memory. A flash figure of a running girl in the gardens. Another face sitting next to Rias at a gathering of nobles.

And then—slowly it came together. His eyes snapped into focus.

Mia Starlight.

Rias’s best childhood friend.

Daughter of Duke Edric Starlight.

And the only heir of the illustrious Starlight Duchy.

Leon’s eyebrows went up a notch, eyes fixing on the woman standing before him—not as a distant memory, but as a person altogether new.

No longer the girl he’d caught glimpses of years ago in brief visits.

Now, she was a stunning vision—poised, regal, and unmistakably grown.

Stunning.

Elegant.

Radiant.

But what really grabbed him wasn’t even her beauty—it was the manner in which her golden-amber eyes held onto him, wide and unblinking. She was looking at him. Intently.

And that gaze...

It was familiar.

Leon’s lips twisted into a small, knowing smile.

That look.

That silent, all-consuming intensity.

He had witnessed it before—years past—on the first day he came to this world. The expression of fixation. Wonder bound up in worship.

And now... it was again. Leaning out at him in Mia Starlight’s eyes.

For a flash of time, Leon simply stared at her.

At the way she stood transfixed—incapable of turning away.

She didn’t even appear to notice how openly, how greedily, she was devouring him.

In her opinion, the man she had seen was imaginatively seductive.

Leon lounged there with the easy ease of royalty—stretching out on the blue-and-white velvet couch, one arm along the back, legs crossed carefully. His white fitted shirt clung to his physique with careless poise. The silver threads in his cuff shone dully with every indolent movement, and the open collar of his shirt showed a sharp collarbone and the line of throat and collarbone. His dark hair fell exquisitely across his brow, casting shadows only to press home the neat, aristocratic lines of his face and mysterious – golden eyes.

He was, quite simply, the handsomest man in the whole of Galvia.

And not because of his appearance.

His charm was heavy.

His look told stories.

His smile promised sins and secrets that no woman could keep away from him.

It wasn’t only Mia—noblewomen, merchant girls, empresses, and servants alike had all looked at him. Desired him. Sometimes in secret. Sometimes openly. But all irresistibly.

And here now stood Mia—Rias’s childhood friend—not so different after all.

Somewhere within her, long dormant feelings began to stir back to life.

Yet, she didn’t say anything. Couldn’t.

She just looked at him, mesmerized. Her blush grew deeper involuntarily.

The moment lingered. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Then Leon smiled once more—pleased with the tension he hadn’t sought to provoke.

To the side, the five maids blinked in drowsy surprise. They didn’t recognize this visitor, but beauty was undeniable. Even so, none of them were surprised. They had been conditioned to be around marvels, after all. Leon’s wives were all in their own ways inimitable—each a different sort of masterpiece. Mia, beautiful as she was, was just another gem in a collection that was already sparkling.

But what they found more entertaining was the obvious silence—the charged tension humming between Mia and their master.

Rias and the other wives caught on.

Syra pressed against Kyra with a muffled laugh.

Aria’s mouth curled in gentle, knowing amusement.

Even Cynthia, usually the most calm, smiled faintly, eyes sparkling.

Leon, bless him, looked for once ever so marginally. disturbed.

The room waited.

Then— Ahem.

A theatrically dramatic cough dispelled the silence.

Leon faced it as Rias approached with the dignity of a queen.

Her deep red hair shone in the soft golden lamps, her smile as broad as the horizon.

"Ah, ah," she started teasingly. "Mia, let me do the honors to properly introduce both each other formerly."

Mia blinked, caught off guard as though waking from sleep by rias voice.

She tilted her head—and froze at once.

Each and every individual in living room now gazed at her.

Leon’s wives smiling. The maids agog.

And Leon... he smiled at her with cautious amusement; obviously perceptive she’d been staring.

Her blush flared, spreading from cheeks to tips of ears.

She dipped her head at once, blushing, humiliated.

Rias released a deep chuckle. "See? I told you," She mocked. "One glimpse at my daddy and you became a blushing flower."

A burst of soft laughter ensued.

Even Leon’s lips curled in increasing anticipation.

Rias dramatically swept her arm and went on. "So! Let me finally properly introduce you both."

She stood to the side and indicated proudly.

"Mia Starlight," she announced. "Daughter of Duke Edric Starlight. My dearest friend."

Then her smile grew—nearly wicked.

"And... the woman who’s hopelessly loved you, Daddy. Just like me."

Mia gasped.

"Rias!" she squeaked, whirling to her friend in scandalized horror.

Rias laughed all the harder.

Aria chuckled behind her, softly. Cynthia smiled and shook her head. Kyra and Syra exchanged wicked grins.

Leon blinked—surprised for an instant only.

Then he laughed—deep, low, amused—and sat back with a slow, fluid movement. His smile returned, tinged with intrigue now.

Well... that’s quite the introduction.