My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 184 - 156: Heir

Fang Zhen watched Dalia with keen interest, admiring her outfit. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He had to admit, Dalia had kept herself in excellent shape. Even after having a child, her figure hadn't lost its form, and she was a pleasure to look at.

Her current outfit was also very much to his taste.

Her soft breasts were all-natural—no implants, no silicone. They were quite firm and looked incredibly tempting.

The black mesh lingerie was quite tasteful, making the concealed areas all the more alluring.

The finishing touch was the corset.

'If it were just the lingerie and her upper body, I could see that in the modern world,' he thought. 'But with Dalia's corset and the added atmosphere of the room in the Ancient Castle, it feels like a live-action historical cosplay. It has a very exotic and period-specific charm.'

But then again, this wasn't role-playing. This was a real Countess.

After admiring Dalia's alluring outfit for a moment, Fang Zhen nodded slightly and said, "You are very enthusiastic, Countess. And your attire is excellent, very much to my taste."

Seeing Fang Zhen remain as composed as ever under the circumstances, Dalia couldn't help but glare at him.

But her "glare" was more of a sultry look. Instead of ruining the atmosphere, it only heightened the mood.

"Thank you for the compliment, Knight Fang Zhen." As Dalia saw that Fang Zhen wasn't nervous, her own tension eased.

Fang Zhen could tell that Dalia was actually a bit flustered. Although the Countess appeared quite calm, her hands and feet had been trembling slightly a moment ago. Now, however, she was much better.

"Aren't you curious why I'm here, dressed like this?" Dalia asked, a little curious herself.

Such words would have sounded perfectly normal in a regular conversation.

But for the Countess to be dressed like this while speaking such proper words in her noble accent created a stark contrast. It was strangely exhilarating.

Fang Zhen smiled.

He wasn't particularly surprised that Dalia was throwing herself at him.

After Viscount Ashton's death, Dalia no longer bothered to hide her interest in Fang Zhen. She frequently initiated conversations and made alluring little gestures in front of him, such as brushing back her hair.

Fang Zhen could clearly sense her intentions.

He could also understand that choosing him as a partner was actually a very good move for Dalia.

'It's just that once a man reaches a certain age, he gains a new perspective on matters of affection.'

'Fang Zhen didn't believe in such a thing as sex without a cost.'

'That didn't necessarily mean money; the definition of "cost" isn't that narrow.'

'If not money, it could be looks, physique, status, power, help, or emotional value. At the very least, it could be the sheer convenience of being present just when the other person was feeling vulnerable.'

'In short, there had to be something the other person was after.'

'Fang Zhen was open-minded about it and didn't place unnecessary restraints on himself. He just had certain principles. For example, he wouldn't use deception, and he wouldn't be a freeloader.'

'For Dalia to be this proactive, there had to be something she wanted beyond just natural attraction.'

'She was, in fact, a very rational woman.'

'He didn't want her whispering demands in his ear after they'd slept together. By then, it would be awkward to refuse. After all, it's pretty classless to be so callous after the fact, and he didn't want to do something like that. And if he did refuse an excessive demand, it would easily cause a rift. Women… if you refuse them at that point, they'll feel like you tricked them. Whether she says anything or not, she'll definitely be resentful. And it's a huge pain to have a woman hold a grudge against you.'

'So, talking things out before getting into bed was more his style.'

"Countess, your enthusiasm… I must admit, I'm a little confused," Fang Zhen said as he rose. He walked over to a table where a bottle of wine sat, poured two glasses, and brought them back, handing one to Dalia.

Fang Zhen and Dalia touched their silver goblets. Dalia drank first. Seeing that neither she nor the goblet showed any ill effects, Fang Zhen openly admired her bosom for a moment before taking a sip himself.

"I'm not afraid, so what are you worried about?" Dalia asked. The wine had brought a flush to her cheeks, making her even more captivating.

"I want to know what you want. Let's just hope it's not something I can't give," Fang Zhen said bluntly.

"Fine," Dalia said, her tone just as frank. "I'll tell you. I want a child. Your child."

"Huh?" Fang Zhen was taken aback.

He'd heard more outrageous demands before, but this was a first.

Dalia said, "My child with Ashton, Little Vic, is dead. And I am a woman. Even though I'm a noble, according to the Kingdom's laws of succession, if a noble family is left with only a female heir, she cannot pass on the territory and title unless she marries another noble and bears a son."

"So, even if my plan succeeds and I become a Countess, I'll have no way to pass down my title. Without an heir, I'll be targeted by many people—including, but not limited to, neighboring nobles, high-ranking nobility, and even the King."

"Especially since I'm the sole legal heir to the Cristin Clan, there will undoubtedly be many people watching me. The trouble will be overwhelming."

'Fang Zhen understood immediately.'

'Isn't this just the aristocratic version of preying on a family with no heir?'

"So you need an heir? A child?" Fang Zhen asked.