Arc-6 Ch-48.5

 The wine that wet my throat tasted harsh. It was knowledge I had learned from Angie after becoming a noble, but apparently all liquor begins to deteriorate the moment it is uncorked. The better the quality, the more it is affected by exposure to light or air, or sudden changes in temperature and humidity. Of course, in just a few hours after opening, it does not become that bad, and my tongue was not refined enough to notice the change anyway. I had heard that nobles obsess over delicacies and rare tastes because, historically, if they knew every flavor, they could detect even the slightest alteration that might indicate poison.

Most modern nobles probably just use that ancestral caution as an excuse to eat delicious food, though. While idly thinking about such things, I looked around. Several hours had passed since the banquet began, and everyone seemed drunk and rowdy, having completely missed the chance to bring the festivities to a close. Yet the host clearly had no intention of ending it anytime soon. Well, I could understand the joy of a daughter who had married out giving birth to an heir. A few days ago, a boy was born to the Viscount Bartfort family, my parents’ house.

His name is Andre.

Andre is the first son born between my older brother, who succeeded our father, and Dorothea-san, who came from the Roseblade count family as his bride. If all goes smoothly, he will become the next viscount. My brother and his wife already had their eldest daughter, Theresia, but in the Holfort Kingdom, unless there are extraordinary circumstances, the family is inherited by a son treated as the legitimate heir. The birth of a son to succeed the house made not only my brother but also our father and mother overjoyed, and not just the viscount family; we of the Bartfort count family celebrated as well.

The Roseblade count family, Dorothea-san's parents, felt the same. After all, it had originally been a marriage that would have been impossible due to differences in rank and wealth, and on top of that their daughter has… that personality, but she is cute. As soon as Dorothea-san’s postpartum condition stabilized, they immediately declared a grand celebration would be held. When it came to this, I had no choice but to attend. I am the younger brother of the husband, and moreover the eldest son of the Bartfort Earl family is already engaged to the eldest daughter of the Bartfort viscount family.

Even though both families hold the rank of count, the Roseblades are one of the kingdom’s most prestigious lordly noble houses, whereas the Bartforts are upstarts with me as the first generation. The one who has to show humility is obviously the young upstart, me. That is why I had to accompany my brother and the others to this event.

“My, how rare to see you all alone.”

The voice from behind was unmistakably a high-pitched woman’s, and one I knew very well. She was a lady I would rather not get involved with, but ignoring her would obviously lead to troublesome consequences later. I knew all too well that noble ladies’ revenge is insidious and persistent. Before turning around, I forcibly plastered a smile on my face and prepared myself. I hated how, ever since becoming a noble, I had gotten good only at things like this.

“It has been a while, Lady Roseblade.”

“Oh my, will you not call me Deidere as you used to?”

“Calling a married lady by her first name would only invite unnecessary misunderstandings.”

“Earl Bartfort is such a cold man. I would not mind at all.”

Like hell that is a joke. If I were suspected of infidelity, my life would be over. I do not even want to think about the leading ducal house of Redgrave and the prestigious Roseblade count house starting a bloody feud because of an adultery scandal I caused. Before I became a noble, it seems minor disputes between nobles sometimes led to duels or full-scale house conflicts, but ever since the war reduced the total number of nobles, such incidents have been completely banned. The biggest reason is probably the engagement-breaking scandal involving the duke’s daughter Angie, who got tangled up with the saintess, and the former prince from the Fanoss ducal house.

I am an eccentric in high society, but Angie, despite her high birth, is an equally unconventional lady. That is precisely why our marriage has lasted. In any case, I am not stupid enough to start something like that at a happy family gathering.

“…My elder sister looks very happy.”

“On the other hand, my brother looks pitifully nervous.”

“That is simply a matter of your brother-in-law’s caliber. If there is any problem, my sister will pull strings from behind the scenes.”

Dorothea-san is scary.

The children born between that terrifying sister-in-law and my brother are happily sandwiched between the two of them and occasionally doted on by the Roseblade count couple.

“You did not bring your sons along?”

“This is, after all, a Roseblade count family banquet. There will be another opportunity.”

“How unfortunate. I wanted to assess the caliber of the next Earl Bartfort, the fiancé of my niece.”

That is exactly why I did not bring them. The words almost reached my throat. My and Angie’s eldest son Lionel is already engaged to my brother and Dorothea’s eldest daughter Theresia.

Engagements between nobles are one form of diplomacy, and it is not rare for nobles to try to win over the engaged parties themselves to gain even a slight advantage. In our case, that would mean winning Lionel over and, once he becomes head of the Bartfort Earl family, making him act in ways favorable to the Roseblades.

It is a method that takes time, but it is peaceful and hard to detect, so many nobles use it. Angie told me that, which is why our kids are staying home this time. Even simple family gatherings require considering inter-house power dynamics and future moves. Being a noble is truly a stifling way of life.

“Drinking alone in a corner is hardly behavior befitting the famous Earl Bartfort.”

“…There are few nobles who will have a proper conversation with me to my face.”

“Even so, leaving your wife surrounded by other nobles while you chat with me shows you have many openings, does it not?”

At the end of Deidere-san’s gaze was Angie. Wearing a custom-made crimson dress and ornaments for tonight’s banquet, Angie resembled a single rose blooming in the hall. While giving due respect to the hosts, the Roseblade count family, she also projected the presence of our Bartfort Earl family and our patron, the Redgrave ducal house.

From the expressions of those gathered around her, it was clear she was highly regarded. The way she held her own against nobles closely associated with the Roseblades was nothing less than that of a heroic woman.

“On the contrary, when I stand beside Angie, people do not approach. After all, there is this face of mine.”

A large scar is carved into my face. The wounds I received in the war against the old Principality of Fanoss more than ten years ago are all over my body, but the biggest and most noticeable one is unfortunately on my face. Many nobles were injured in the war, but I am probably the only one with scars this conspicuous. With my naturally harsh glare and a huge scar, no matter how you look at me I resemble a denizen of the underworld. Most nobles either grimace at my appearance or badmouth me behind my back. Mine is clearly not a face people want to see at a celebratory event.

“Even so, I believe it is a weak excuse for leaving your wife surrounded by other nobles.”

“I am not abandoning her. I am watching over beautiful Angie from afar like this.”

Almost ten years have passed since I married Ange, yet she remains as beautiful as the day we met. About two years ago she gave birth to twin daughters, Roxanne and Melanie, and now we have five children in total. People say that noble wives lose their beauty and age every time they bear a child, but with Angie it is the complete opposite; her allure only increases.

The breasts that store milk, the belly that nurtures new life, the hips that deliver children. The duke’s daughter Angie from before our marriage, raised in refinement, was certainly cute, but the Angie who has borne children is filled with vitality and strength. Every part of her body has taken on womanly curves and added thickness; it is incredibly attractive. I now fully understand why Father always praised Mother’s large hips. Angie herself laments that she has gained weight from having children, but I cannot sleep without using her pleasantly soft body as a hug pillow, so that troubles me.

“If you take another government post, you will have to live apart from your wife and children again. I hope no ill-intentioned insects approach in the meantime.”

“…………”

“Even if you lock jewels in a safe and guard them strictly, no one can see them from outside. Continuing to admire a safe without realizing the jewels have been stolen must look quite comical.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“I will only warn you this: if you do not cherish a gem in your hands, one day even a brilliant stone will lose its luster.”

Having said what she wanted, Deidere-san walked away from me. Was that her own way of giving advice?

I did not really understand, but when I returned my gaze, I saw Angie cheerfully talking with a man around my age. I must have drunk too much; my heart grew terribly restless. Before I knew it, I was standing beside Angie, silently intimidating the other man. The moment he flinched, I slipped my hand around Angie’s waist—no, near her buttocks—and pulled her close. The warm, soft sensation reached my palm, so I kneaded and stroked it firmly.

Angie trembled for an instant and shot me a glare from the corner of her eye; that expression aroused me terribly. The instant the conversation broke and the nobleman stepped away, Angie’s sharp gaze pierced straight through me.

“…What do you think you are doing?”

“Well, I thought you needed rescuing.”

“If I am ever in trouble, your solution is to grope my rear?”

“I am in that kind of mood right now.”

Honestly, I was so aroused I wanted to push Angie down and take her right there. If I did that, the reputation I had built over more than ten years as a noble would crumble instantly. But once the fire of the three great desires is lit, it is hard to control. So perhaps we should quietly withdraw from the banquet.

“Count Roseblade, I am truly grateful for inviting us to tonight’s festivities. Thank you for welcoming young people like ourselves.”

“You are too humble, Earl Bartfort. I pray for the continued prosperity of the kingdom’s young hero.”

“However, we became too carried away with the excitement of the banquet. The wine seems to have gone to our heads, and though it pains me, we shall take our leave here.”

“Oh, I apologize for the inadequate hospitality. Someone, please show Earl and Countess Bartfort to their rooms.”

“I am deeply grateful for Count Roseblade’s kind consideration.”

When someone as young as me, practically younger than his own children, leaves first, one would expect at least a sour look, but the current Count Roseblade is completely smitten with his newborn grandson. He would rather dote on his daughter and grandson than entertain a guest with shallow ties like me. Meanwhile, my brother sitting in the honored seats was glaring at me. The only Bartfort family relatives present are me and Angie. Being the son-in-law of a prestigious house probably comes with a lot of envy, but I will leave that to him. The terrifying Dorothea-san shows no mercy to anyone who would harm my brother, so that part is fine.

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Guided by a Roseblade family servant, we continued walking down a wide corridor. It was luxurious, though not quite on the level of the Redgrave ducal house, and the difference in history and assets from our family was impossible to ignore. But right now, neither the width of the corridor nor the value of the decorations mattered to me at all. My gaze was fixed on Angie’s back as she walked a few steps ahead. The nape that occasionally peeked out from her beautiful golden hair, the exposed back not covered by the dress fabric, and the ample hips swaying left and right with each step. The sight of Angie’s body right in front of me was irresistibly arousing me; the penis already erect beneath my trousers was painfully rubbing with every step I took.

If I did not somehow deceive the last scraps of my rationality, I might end up raping Angie right then and there. Watching her alluring back while drunk and unable to restrain myself was like dangling delicious meat in front of a beast. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I quickened my pace and approached Angie from behind. Just like at the banquet, I lightly stroked her buttocks with my palm. Even through the dress, the softness and warmth of her rear made me want to keep caressing it forever.

'will she get angry?'

The servant guiding us could not see what we were doing, but normally if I did something like this, Angie would stomp hard on my foot or pinch the hand stroking her butt. I was prepared for retaliation, yet Angie did nothing at all, which surprised me. I glanced sideways at her and stroked her rear once more to gauge her reaction. As expected, Angie still did nothing. No, was she actually pressing her buttocks into my palm? I tilted my head and stared at her. Angie turned her face away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, looking sulky.

'This is bad. Angie is adorable.'

The usual strong-willed Angie is attractive too, but an Angie who lets me do anything without resisting is incredibly stimulating in its own way. In fact, this completely opposite reaction only stoked my lust even higher. Every time I gently stroked her rear, she trembled slightly, trying not to let her voice escape; watching her endure it might actually be her counterattack against me. While secretly flirting so the servant would not notice, our steps came to a halt. We had apparently reached the intended room. I thanked the servant who opened the door and showed us inside; he bowed politely and left. Angie, her body already heated, started toward the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The voice that asked was so low I barely recognized it as my own. It was not just my voice; my entire body felt like it was wrapped in flames, unbearably hot. I embraced Angie from behind as she tried to pull away, clinging to me almost pleadingly. Angie’s soft, warm body should have a lower temperature than mine, yet the longer I held her, the hotter my own body grew.

“…Leon, could you at least let go for now?”

“No.”

I instantly refused Angie’s words; I had no intention of giving her room to argue. I put strength into my arms to keep her from escaping, carefully making sure I did not hurt her while continuing to restrain her; it was surprisingly difficult. When I held her tight, her white nape and back, previously hidden by golden hair, became visible. Unable to hold back, I lightly licked her nape. The soft texture of her skin and her sweet scent reached me; just that sensation made my penis swell painfully, driving me half-mad.

“Wait, wait, Leon.”

“No.”

“At least let me undress and get on the bed first…”

“There’s no time for that."

I sucked on her nape as if to silence her words, deliberately making loud noises. Blood rushed to her white skin, turning it progressively red. From her seductive sighs and intermittent moans, it was clear Angie was aroused. I kissed her nape hard again and again, sometimes biting and deliberately leaving marks. If she truly hated it, I intended to stop; whether I could actually stop was another matter. But no matter how I watched her reactions, all I heard were moans that clearly showed she was feeling pleasure. Rather, perhaps wanting more stimulation, or perhaps because her legs could no longer support her, she leaned her back fully against me.

“Here, move your hands so I can rub your breasts.”

“…………”

This time, as if refusing my instruction, Angie shyly covered her chest with both hands. If I got serious, I could easily pull them away, but a resisting Angie was charming, so I chose another method this time. The dress she wore had very little fabric covering her breasts, and structurally, it could be easily shifted with pressure from the sides. I gently slid my hands along both sides of her body, creeping them forward. With almost no resistance, my hands slipped into the gap between fabric and skin. I began gently kneading, savoring the feel and weight of her breasts, and Angie’s moans grew even stronger.

I stroked the large areolas that were obvious even through the dress and pinched her nipples between my fingers. Though Roxanne and Melanie had already been weaned, Angie still sometimes lactated when we had intense sex. Perhaps because of that, I felt a slight dampness around her nipples, so I shifted the chest part of her dress into the valley between her breasts. Her breasts jiggled dramatically, almost making an audible 'bounce', fully exposed. With nothing covering them now, I indulged both hands in my beloved breasts without restraint. While embracing her from behind, I rubbed my cheek against Angie’s face. Unable to resist her melting, feminine expression, I kissed her cheek.

Perhaps no longer able to resist the pleasure, Angie’s legs began to wobble, so I pulled her closer and let her lean fully against me. Then my penis slotted perfectly into the valley of her buttocks, and a groan escaped me. The soft flesh of her rear and my rigidly erect penis; the contrasting sensation of the two rubbing together was unbearably pleasurable. It was not just me feeling it; there was no mistaking that Angie too was intoxicated by the sensation of my penis pressing against her buttocks. Even through dress and trousers, her movements of pressing her rear harder, sensing the presence of the genitals that had joined hundreds of times and impregnated her repeatedly, felt like pure instinct or perhaps love; I could not tell which.

Stimulated like this, I felt I might ejaculate while still wearing my trousers. I was starting to want to penetrate her soon. Keeping my right hand on her breast, I released the left from her chest, shifted the hem of the dress covering her lower body, and revealed her plump thighs. After stroking her thighs several times, I moved to her crotch. Unlike the dress, I felt the texture of fabric against my fingertips. Probably her panties; the stiffness was likely embroidery.

As I continued confirming Angie’s panties, a clear wetness different from sweat reached me.

“Angie, you’re soaking wet down here.”

“…Shut up.”

“You say that, but you’re feeling it too, aren’t you?”

“…Be quiet.”

“But I love how cute that part of you is.”

Though she complained verbally, she obediently let my hand crawl over her thoroughly melted crotch. I kept moving my left hand over her soaked panties, stroking her mound. I traced the slit that kept leaking love juice and repeatedly prodded the hardening clitoris with the pads of my fingers. Eventually, the completely melted Angie began actively trying to press her crotch against my palm. Before she could, I placed my hand on her lower abdomen and held her still. Suddenly denied movement, Angie clearly showed a look of frustration. As her excitement subsided a little, she realized what she had been craving and her cheeks flushed.

“Come on, tell me what you want.”

“Stop it. Do you enjoy tormenting me this much?”

“That’s not it. I just want Angie to feel good.”

“Then there should be no need to tease me. Besides, having sex in someone else’s house is far too indecent.”

“Can’t help it. I want you so badly I can’t stand it.”

“…………”

“So, how about it?”

Angie did not open her mouth. Instead, she placed her left hand over my left and guided it to her crotch. Angie showed through action what she wanted. Having received permission, I resumed caressing her. But this time, it was not over her underwear. I shifted her panties aside and touched her genitals directly with palm and fingers. Watching Angie arch backward and writhe in pleasure, I too was starting to lose my mind with excitement. I straightened only one finger of my left hand and slowly inserted it into her slit. The inside of her vagina, coated in love juice, was completely loosened and meltingly soft, warm like a hot spring, and the flesh clung to my finger and refused to let go. I increased to two fingers and continued caressing. At some point Angie stopped trying to suppress her moans; her lewdness painfully stirred my instincts. Eventually her vaginal walls convulsed several times and squeezed tighter; she was apparently close to climax. Just before Angie, intoxicated by my caresses, reached orgasm, I pulled my fingers out.

Angie’s melted expression accused me, asking “Why?”

“It’s about time I put it in.”

“…!?”

I forcibly thrust the fingers that had been stirring inside her vagina moments ago into Angie’s mouth. I pinched her tongue, forcibly silencing any protest, and made her lick off the love juice coating my fingers. I wanted her to taste with her own mouth just how lewd a woman she was, soaking herself from my caresses. The fingers shoved into her mouth were a preview of the sex to come. To declare that I would soon insert my penis in place of my fingers, I lifted the hem of her dress. Angie’s white, large buttocks looked striking against her bright red panties. The sight made my balls feel heavy.

At this rate I might explode just from rubbing against my trousers, so I loosened my belt and zipper and freed my penis. Even the constant room temperature kept comfortable for guests felt cool against the intensely hot penis that now touched Angie's soft rear. I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them aside, fully exposing her love-juice-soaked womanhood and the darker-colored anus.

Angie violently swung her hips left and right as if refusing penetration, but that only backfired. To me right now, her large rear looked like it was desperately begging to be penetrated immediately, seducing me. Even the way her anus winked with every movement was alluring. There was no way I could restrain myself after seeing this. Driven by an impulse mixing drunkenness and lust, I raised my right hand high and brought it down with full force.

'SMACK!!'

After the sharp sound, a large red handprint was etched onto Angie’s buttocks. The clearly hand-shaped mark had been made by my right hand. The pain from the slap stopped Ange’s hip movements; only her anus twitched lewdly. When I gently stroked her rear once more with my right hand, perhaps remembering the pain, her large buttocks trembled slightly. I soothed the frightened Angie by gently caressing the red handprint over and over, slowly and carefully so the swelling and heat would subside. As Angie’s trembling calmed, the  amount of love juice overflowing from her slit began to increase in inverse proportion.

The love juice that kept dripping trailed down her thighs and fell to the floor. It was about time. I aligned the glans perfectly with her slit and pushed straight forward. The moment just before entering her vagina, the tightness was quite strong. As I advanced further, my penis was enveloped in a warm, melting sensation. At first she acts cold, but once she opens up she trusts without reserve. Angie’s vagina is exactly like her personality. It desperately resisted at first, unsure whose penis was trying to enter, yet the instant it recognized it was mine, the one she knew so well, it loosened and welcomed me in. After hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of thrusts over the years, our genitals, after a decade of marriage, now fit together perfectly like a custom-made sword and scabbard.

Yet I was not fully seated inside her yet. When I tried to push all the way in, Angie’s knees trembled and she staggered forward. Any more pleasure from penetration and she would lose her mind. Seeing her try to refuse me while still inching forward aroused me terribly. As if cruelly teaching her that resistance was futile, I pursued her from behind. My penis never slipped out, and the distance between us remained constant. The destination was the wall of the room. She could go no further, but I still had room to advance.

Little by little I closed the gap until my penis was completely swallowed by her slit. Her thoroughly loosened vaginal flesh did not act as a barrier at all; instead, the folds writhed, seeking even more pleasure. My penis was fully engulfed and clung to perfectly, yet I knew this alone would not bring Angie to climax. Deep inside her vagina lay her most sensitive erogenous zone. It was only a slight distance away, but simple insertion could not reach it. How to make that spot feel good was a secret known only to Angie and me.

“You actually like being teased, don’t you, Angie?”

“That’s not...”

“Your body is honest. I could tell you were feeling it when I spanked your ass earlier.”

“Shut up.”

“You’d feel even better if you were honest.”

I kept my hips still and continued touching the area below her navel. That was where her womb lay. No matter how tightly her vaginal flesh squeezed my penis, I absolutely refused to move, simply sending body heat to her aching womb. Even without words, it was clear our bodies craved each other. A penis that had never known another woman desperately wanted to ejaculate into the vagina that had been impregnated multiple times. Angie’s womb, which knew no penis but mine, clung as if begging to be filled with semen and made pregnant again.

Sensing Angie growing impatient and trying to shake her hips for pleasure, I seized her breasts with both hands. Though it could not compare to stimulating the depths, the definite pleasure melted the rationality of the beautiful, intelligent Angie and turned her into a lewd beast that desired intercourse.

“L-Leon… contraception…”

“No.”

“Please… at least on the bed…”

“I want to take you just like this, so request denied.”

I was gradually realizing why I was being so rough with Angie tonight. The moment I saw her talking with another man at the banquet, I had been consumed by jealousy I could not control. That jealousy had become the driving force behind tormenting Angie like this, desperately trying to make her remember that I was her husband. While vaguely thinking such things, my body continued tormenting Angie. Thanks to more than ten years of overlapping bodies, we had a high probability of knowing exactly where the other felt pleasure.

“Stop… if you come inside…”

“If I come?”

“Then… I’ll end up pregnant with your child again…”

The moment my brain processed Angie’s words, my hips began moving. Hearing it directly was more than enough to strip away my reason. The instant I thrust forward with all my strength, Angie’s vagina clenched with incredible force, nearly making me ejaculate. She had apparently climaxed, but I, who had not yet come, continued pounding the depths mercilessly.

“Ahh… hiiyah…”

“That’s a loud voice, Angie. Try to keep it down a little.”

Hearing my words, Angie covered her own mouth with her hand. The situation of a beautiful woman pressed against the wall, forcibly violated by a man yet desperately trying to suppress her moans, was almost, but not quite, enough to satisfy the male in me. I leaned my body against her back, brought my lips close to her ear, deliberately bit the now-crimson ear, and tormented her with words.

“You really do get pregnant easily, Angie.”

“That’s not true! It’s because you never use protection!”

“How many have you given birth to so far?”

“…Five in ten years.”

“As I thought, your body wants to get pregnant.”

“It’s because it’s you.”

“Hm?”

“I want to bear children because my husband is Leon.”

“…………”

Damn, something was welling up in my chest. Her unexpected counterattack made my balls contract and semen rise. I desperately thrust my hips, pounding the depths over and over and over. Fresh love juice coated the tip of my glans; I could tell Ange’s womb was begging for semen.

“Ah, uh, fu…”

“Angie, I’m going to come inside. Okay?”

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

“Uuuugh!”

*Spurt*

*Spluuurt*

*Spluuuuuuurt*

I felt fresh semen pouring into her vagina. The ejaculation, filled with pent-up lust and jealousy, felt better than anything; I had no idea how long I came. I twisted my hips deep inside and poured every last drop without waste. This violent intercourse, closer to ravishing than embracing, filled my heart with male satisfaction. As the force of ejaculation weakened and my penis shrank slightly, the mixture of love juice and semen that leaked from the gap soiled the expensive carpet. The immorality of having sex in another noble’s mansion was probably another reason I was more excited than usual.

Angie, having climaxed, finally could no longer stand and collapsed to the floor. In front of her beautiful face dangled the hideous penis that had just been violating her vagina. Angie, her eyes unfocused, suddenly took my penis into her mouth. This reward, which she only rarely performed as post-ejaculation cleanup, was happening now. I doubted the current Angie, dazed from intense climax, could make normal judgments.

She had probably just reflexively sucked the penis in front of her. Yet that was incredibly arousing; my penis was hardening again. A beauty narrowing her lips and making lewd slurping sounds while running her tongue over it was unimaginably erotic. Even when I tried to pull out, she sucked as if refusing to let go. By the time our lips and my penis separated with a silly sound, I was as hard as when I had been inside her. When I brought my swaying penis close to Angie’s face, she lovingly rubbed her cheek against it. She did not even wipe the mixture of saliva and semen staining her mouth; perhaps she had truly lost consciousness.

Having completely lost my reason, I picked Angie up and carried her to the bed.

I roughly threw her onto it and hurriedly stripped off my formal wear; I did not care about wrinkles.

Tonight I would embrace Angie until I was satisfied; I did not care about my already negligible reputation in high society.

After that I continued ravishing Angie until we fell asleep near dawn. Because of that, I had completely forgotten that the next day Angie would be unable to get out of bed, and the Roseblade family would worry about nursing her.

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On a pleasant afternoon with comfortable weather, three women gathered in a guest gazebo on the Roseblade estate. On the table were teacups filled with black tea and a cake stand laden with sweets. Count Roseblade, my brother-in-law, and Leon were supposed to be happily spending time in another room with the newborn Andre and young Theresia. Here, there would be no problem having frank woman-to-woman conversation.

“So, did it go well?”

Deidere’s words carried a somewhat cold tone. It was understandable; normally one would not ask her to mediate another family’s marital relations. But I was not bold enough to directly ask my husband how he felt about my body, which changed with every child I bore. This time, Deidere, the younger sister of my brother-in-law’s wife Dorothea, was the perfect person, so I had forced this role on her. Of course, I had prepared appropriate compensation.

It should definitely not be a loss for either the Bartfort or Roseblade count families in the future.

“It is good that you two get along as husband and wife. However, I have a warning for Countess Bartfort.”

“…I will hear it.”

“This mansion is not a love hotel.”

My hand trembled so badly that the teacup shook. I knew I was being ridiculous, yet I had been unable to stop myself. After giving birth to our second and third daughters, my beloved husband was trusted by the royal family, and the time we spent apart between the territory and the capital increased. Wanting Leon to see the new dress I had made, I had impulsively asked Deidere to provoke him.

The effect had been tremendous; no, overwhelming. Even I had to admit my foresight had been lacking.

“Oh my, there is no need to be ashamed, Angelica.”

Dorothea, who until then had been sipping tea as if it were none of her business, joined the conversation.

“It is only natural to get carried away in an unfamiliar environment.”

“…That is just how you always are, elder sister.”

“I too tend to get a little wild whenever I bring Nicks-sama back to the Roseblade estate.”

“I did not need to hear that!”

“Then next time I shall invite you couple to the Bartfort territory.”

“I　AM　NOT　GOING!!”

Deidere’s scream was swallowed by the clear blue sky and vanished.

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Authors Note

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This is a sex scene between Leon and Angie set between Parts 6 and 7.

In this story, since Leon is completely devoted to Angie, she inevitably ends up bearing many children to receive his overflowing lust.

The children of Nicks and Dorothea who appeared do appear in the main story.

It has been a while since I wrote a sex scene for this series (though I have been writing erotic scenes in other secondary creations). Writing lovey-dovey erotica energizes me.

I plan to resume the main story soon too. I will do my best! 

Addendum: At the requester’s request, the illustrations for this chapter were drawn by Pizzashi-sama and Hyakujitsumu-sama.

Thank you very much.

Pizzashi-sama: Pixiv

Hyakujitsumu-sama: Pixiv 1 (R18 warning)　Pixiv 2(R18 warning)

Pixiv3 (R18 warning)

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