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EP.300. [I Will Heal Jeanne’s Wounded Heart from Her Father’s Abuse with Passionate Sex.♥] 

“Did the duke really say that???” 

In some ways, what he said to Jeanne was even more cruel and venomous than what he’d said to Vivian, who wasn’t even his blood. Eugene was so shocked that his face went pale when he heard what Jeanne’s own father had said to her. 

“It’s true. You think I’d lie about this now?” 

Jeanne pursed her lips in embarrassment at Eugene’s reaction. Even saying it out loud now, she felt awkward about how inhuman her father Antoine’s actions had been. 

“The shock was so great that it took me a long time to pick up a wooden sword again. Every time I touched it, I’d remember his eyes and those words, and I’d start shaking.” 

But now that she’d let it out, Jeanne felt a kind of catharsis. She continued, almost as if confiding her pain. 

‘Ah, I remember hearing about that. Charlotte mentioned it to me once in passing.’ 

Eugene recalled that he’d heard about Jeanne’s wooden sword trauma as a child. 

‘She used to avoid wooden swords completely, but then suddenly became obsessed with training with me.’ 

Jeanne’s trauma began before Eugene came to the ducal house. Charlotte, not knowing the details, had worried about her little sister, who had gone from swinging a wooden sword every day to trembling whenever she picked one up. When asked, Jeanne would just say she’d burned out from training too hard. 

“It was thanks to you, Eugene, that I got over it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fully recover. Even when the shaking stopped, I’d still flinch. But when I trained with you, it calmed me. Maybe it was because I wanted to help you, to teach you even one more thing.” 

Smile... 

Despite everything, Jeanne became a swordswoman and even a mercenary leader. She overcame her trauma thanks to her new bond with Eugene. Strangely, when teaching young Eugene or swinging swords with him, her hands never trembled, and she didn’t flinch when his sword came at her. It was like a miracle. That’s why she clung to training with Eugene, and Charlotte had once remarked on it in passing. 

Remembering those days, a faint smile appeared on Jeanne’s face, which had been so troubled just moments before. 

“I see. I’m glad I could help you, Jeanne.” 

Smile... 

Eugene smiled too. Hearing about Jeanne’s abuse had made him emotional, and now he remembered her dragging him around for sword training as a child. Back then, he thought it was just the wildness of the duke’s second daughter, but now he realized it was a miracle for a wounded Jeanne to find such happiness with him. 

Choked up... 

Suddenly, Jeanne’s big eyes filled with tears. 

“Jeanne!” 

The mood swung like a rollercoaster. Seeing Jeanne tear up, Eugene panicked. 

“I worked so hard to get to where I am now... Being a mercenary leader isn’t so great, but... I just wanted Father’s recognition... to be his proud daughter... hiii...” 

Antoine, the cruel father who stabbed his daughter with words, left Jeanne hurt but still strong and kind. She worked so hard to be recognized by him, and she was proud of her efforts. She thought she was finally close to her dream especially when working with the Imperial Knights. But then her father fell, not as a hero, but as a traitor who killed the emperor. 

“He did that to Vivian... started a civil war... killed the emperor... My father, the man I looked up to, the one I worked so hard for...” 

It was a total collapse of the ideal she’d clung to. Despite the pain her father caused, Jeanne had always tried to see him in a good light, thinking he must have his own wounds. She thought that by becoming independent, she could fill the hole in his heart. But she failed not because she didn’t reach her goals, but because the image of her father she cherished was destroyed. 

“I was never in Father’s heart...” 

She’d believed she was there, that she was just the lacking daughter of a wounded man. But the truth was that Antoine, who threatened rivals and started a coup for his own gain, had no love for his second daughter. His words about her being trash and useless were his true feelings. 

“.....” 

Jeanne collapsed. The driving force that had kept her going for 22 years was nothing but a mirage. Eugene watched her in silence. 

“No, Jeanne. The essence of your heart isn’t about the duke’s image. It’s about your own kindness.” 

Squeeze... 

He gently took Jeanne’s trembling hand and spoke his heartfelt thoughts. 

“W-what do you mean...?” 

Jeanne could feel Eugene’s warmth and sincerity in his eyes, voice, and touch. Even with tears in her eyes, she was drawn in. 

“People are all different, and things don’t always go our way. But your kind heart is a seed that can bloom when the time is right.” 

Having lived over 50 years (including his past life), Eugene knew how precious and vulnerable such kindness was. But he was sure: Jeanne’s goodness was invaluable. 

“Why am I saying this? Because thanks to your kindness, I was saved when I was about to fall into darkness. You’re the one who made my seed bloom most beautifully.” 

Eugene could say this with certainty because Jeanne had changed his life. When trauma and demonic energy threatened to consume him, it was Jeanne who reached out to him, supporting him with her whole heart. Her unconditional support was proof of her good nature. 

“T-that’s just because I was naive back then... I didn’t realize how dangerous it was, and I just did something stupid...” 

Eugene’s confession was honest and direct: “Because of you, I’m living right.” For someone like Jeanne, who longed for real connection, those words brought happiness and pride. But being a tsundere and a coward, she blushed and tried to hide her feelings. 

“What stupid thing? I don’t remember. I just remember you shouting you’d heal my demonic energy with your body, totally unashamed.” 

Pat... pat... pat... 

But Eugene, who had completely won over Jeanne, found her current state adorable perfect for teasing. He gently teased her and stroked her shoulder. 

“What are you doing... Didn’t you see me crying just now? You should be comforting me, not touching my shoulder like that...” 

Jeanne instinctively sensed Eugene’s intentions. As the woman he’d slept with most, she could tell what he wanted just from his touch and tone. 

“Of course I’m comforting you... But Jeanne, you should consider my feelings too. When you lean on me with tears in your eyes, it just makes me want you even more... Isn’t it too much to ask me to hide my desire when you look like this?” 

Grin... 

Squeeze... squeeze... squeeze... 

Instead of stopping, Eugene grinned and kneaded her shoulder even more. He knew that if Jeanne really didn’t want it, she’d have pushed him away. Her half-hearted resistance was just her way of not wanting to seem easy. 

“Your breathing’s getting heavy, Jeanne... Your chest is moving a lot...” 

“S-shut up, idiot...” 

Despite the emotional rollercoaster, Jeanne was now aroused. 

“Let’s see if Jeanne’s nipples are standing up...” 

Sluuuurp...!!!!♥ 

Eugene slid his hand into Jeanne’s shirt to check the state of her arousal.