Arc-6 Ch-48.75

 “I have heard a theory that living creatures, when devoured by predators, release substances in the brain that allow them to pass away in a state of ecstasy.”

I can no longer clearly recall when I first heard such a hypothesis; the memory is hazy. It is not uncommon for a body, in trying to escape unbearable pain, to react unconsciously and suddenly faint or become numb. Even when I try to recall my own childbirths, the memories are vague. My husband sustained terrible wounds during the war yet, according to his comrades, felt no pain at all until they pointed it out. Whether this is an unforeseen flaw in the creatures God created or a mercy bestowed upon the dying is unclear.

Yet in the world we live in, insects and fish truly exist that allow their own bodies to be eaten by their offspring. Do those creatures feel no pain as their children, born through such labor, devour them? I have no way to ask whether this is a custom continued across thousands, tens of thousands of generations, or simply the boundless devotion of a mother.

“…Nnh.”

“…Hm, you’re done drinking?”

“Euu.”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Dylan.”

“Oooah.”

From the perspective of another species, perhaps human infants are little different from beasts. The reason I fell into such strange musings was surely because Dylan was latched onto my breast, greedily drinking my milk. The way he gulped and sucked so hard it felt like he was biting the nipple sometimes even hurt. A baby’s grip is surprisingly strong, too; red marks remained on my breast where Dylan had clutched as if he would never let go.

“Even though we have a wet nurse, Dylan gets fussy the moment I leave him. That really is a problem.”

“Uuu~ aah~”

“It’s almost time to start weaning foods, yet I can’t get any work done. I’m in trouble.”

“Ahh?”

“That innocent pretending-you-don’t-know look really does take after Leon. I can’t bring myself to scold you. Honestly.”

While nursing Dylan, I spoke to him and gently stroked his body. Breast milk is rich in nutrients essential for an infant’s growth, and it is said that physical contact between mother and child during nursing helps develop sensitivity. For a high-ranking noble mother, it is customary to leave child-rearing to wet nurses and governesses and quickly return to household management and social duties. A countess who personally breastfed her child almost every day was exceedingly rare. Even if such a person existed, she would likely be a concubine or second wife valued only for producing heirs.

Born and raised as a duke’s daughter, now actively working in the territory as a countess while personally breastfeeding, I believe I am the only one I know. This is probably a remnant of the days when the Bartfort family was little more than an impoverished baronial house barely above commoners. After all, I have heard that the lord himself had to work the fields or there might not be food for tomorrow. Until the generation before last, they were quasi-baronets not even recognized as proper nobles. The previous lord’s wife was a knight’s daughter raised almost like a commoner, the very picture of a poor family with many children.

They could not possibly afford a wet nurse, and I have heard the lord himself taught reading, writing, and arithmetic until the children could attend the academy. It is pointless to expect ordinary noble customs from the Bartfort family. Even now, with an economy befitting a count house, the old spirit remains strong.

“…Faa.”

“Once your belly is full, next is sleep. How carefree. I envy you.”

“…”

“Good grief.”

I gently held Dylan, who was drifting between wakefulness and sleep, and rocked him lightly. He immediately began breathing in his sleep. Right after birth he had been so fragile, yet now his neck was steady and teeth were starting to come in. Being with him every day lets me feel my child’s growth directly; as a parent, there is no greater happiness. Simply making time to touch my child, not even half a year old, fills me with a sense of fulfillment. From the perspective of noble child-rearing principles, this may be wrong, yet as living creatures, this is surely the correct way.

Besides, I leave territory management entirely to my husband and work several times harder than those idle ladies who devote themselves only to private socializing. I should at least have the right to fully enjoy time playing with my children as a form of rest. Making such excuses to myself, I adjusted my disheveled clothing, rang the bell, and summoned the servant waiting outside.

I entrusted the peacefully sleeping Dylan to them and resumed work. On the desk were numerous samples submitted by foreign merchants. More than ten years have passed since Leon was ennobled and granted this floating island, and ten years since full-scale development began with loans from the Redgrave ducal house. Within the Holfort Kingdom, it has become known as a remote resort area with hot springs, and tourists from abroad are gradually increasing.

Land that earns foreign currency is extremely valuable. If other nobles recognize that the Bartfort territory is necessary for maintaining good relations with foreign countries, the scorn directed at us as upstarts should lessen. If everything proceeds smoothly and development continues, it may even grow into a new trading hub. Merchants with sharp noses boldly cross the sea of clouds and bring business proposals to us who govern this land. The azure sky stretches everywhere in the world; if one has the power, one can reach distant foreign lands as one wishes.

Their bold challenge toward unknown lands resembles the adventurers the people of the Holfort Kingdom admire, yet from another viewpoint they also appear as greedy money-worshippers. This time the trading partner was a merchant from the far-off Kingdom of Osias. That country, far from the Holfort Kingdom, has many desert regions and low agricultural production. Consequently, most of the food its citizens need is imported. They must have set their sights early on the developing Bartfort territory, which focuses on tourism and farming.

For us, more trading partners is welcome, yet as the number of people involved increases, problems naturally increase as well. Especially goods regulated by law within the Holfort Kingdom but handled without issue in other countries. Or conversely, goods illegal elsewhere yet circulating freely in the Holfort Kingdom. There are nobles who, prioritizing profit, dabble in illegal trade, incite crime, and once discovered have their assets confiscated and houses destroyed; such incidents become gossip in high society every few years.

To prevent that, thorough investigation and strict examination of goods are conducted, and only after national approval is granted does trade finally proceed; it is a long process. The items on the desk were samples of goods to be handled and also gifts for the parties involved. They ranged from clothing, perfumes, crafts, textiles, minerals, and more; just looking at them conveyed an exotic atmosphere and lifted the spirits. Come to think of it, six months have already passed since I gave birth to Dylan. The dangerous puerperal period has safely ended, and it is about time to increase outings.

Desk work, territory meetings, and child-rearing are not boring at all, but being unable to visit other territories for socializing does make me a little depressed. Wondering if there was anything new, I idly scanned the desk, and something red caught my eye. Several garments made in the Kingdom of Osias were placed there, and among them one particularly striking red outfit stood out. Nobles basically wear custom-made clothing crafted by specialists from materials to sewing.

Clothing samples are merely to let one feel the fabric and imagine the finished product. What drew my eye to the red cloth was that, though cheap, it was decorated with metalwork and low-quality gems. I should at least check it, I thought, and when I picked it up, an outrageously indecent garment appeared before me.

“Th-this is…”

The fabric was thin and pleasant to the touch, yet clearly lacked the area needed to cover the body; it would barely hide the crucial parts. The only reason it barely avoided being seen as vulgar was the decorations. Without them, it would be nothing more than scraps of cloth blatantly meant to seduce men; even a prostitute would blush. What on earth were the merchants thinking by including such an item among the samples?

If they thought Leon and I would be pleased to receive indecent clothing, then as trading partners they have grossly underestimated us; I would be justified in raging. If it was out of kindness, it is nothing but meddling and would only earn displeasure. Thinking that far, I suddenly remembered my husband Leon. Since safely giving birth to Dylan, no, even a little before the birth, marital relations had ceased.

Strictly speaking, occasional sexual service using mouth, hands, or breasts still occurred, but intercourse connecting our genitals had long been absent. There is no doubt Leon was being considerate of me after childbirth. As for me, right after giving birth there were physical issues, and with newborn Dylan I was too focused to be in the mood. Several months after birth, Leon began seeking sexual service, yet he did not ask for full intercourse. He was probably waiting for me to make the first move. Despite appearances, Leon always tries to avoid things I dislike.

Then perhaps it is time to resume proper sexual activity?

Because of nursing, I am careful with meals, have healed postpartum exhaustion with hot springs, and through moderate exercise and doctor visits have nearly returned to my pre-pregnancy figure. Leon and I are still in our early thirties; we are not a dried-up couple who no longer seek physical connection. Thinking that far made my face grow hot, and more than anything an itchy heat welled up deep in my belly, making me unconsciously press my thighs together.

In the end, during the afternoon’s official duties I kept making small mistakes and caused those around me unnecessary worry.

※ ※ ※ ※ ※

I dimmed the lighting and lit the incense, instantly turning the bedroom into a sensual atmosphere. The solid perfume I used tonight was a sample from the merchant of the Kingdom of Osias. The scent was unusual, but not unpleasant. I kept it light enough that the fragrance would not linger, then put on that outfit and waited on the bed. Just waiting for Leon like this made my heart race, like a child who had set a prank and was excitedly waiting for someone to pass by.

Leon, who had been made to abstain from intercourse for over half a year, would surely devour my body like a beast. But I had no intention of simply letting myself be toyed with helplessly. On the contrary, tonight I planned to take the aggressive role and make Leon fall. While indulging in such fantasies, the bedroom door opened. My anticipation swelled even more at the arrival of the one I had been waiting for. Leon sensed that something was different from the usual bedroom and looked around suspiciously. His posture reminded me of a wary beast. It was understandable that he appeared that way; after all, I had said nothing to him about tonight.

“…Angie?”

“What is it, Leon?”

He tilted his head like a dog or cat gauging its owner’s mood. I felt something was wrong with myself for finding a rugged man with a large scar on his face adorable. But it could not be helped. I was so obviously head-over-heels in love with Leon that even a stranger could tell at first glance. In the dim room, it was hard to make out my figure lying on the bed. When Leon approached and sat on the edge, he finally noticed what I was wearing. Watching Leon’s astonished expression was quite amusing. Just for that, putting on this lewd outfit had been worth it.

“Don’t make such a foolish face. Are you still a lord?”

“…No, anyone would react like this.”

“You need more discipline. I have told you countless times not to show agitation even in unexpected situations.”

“What the hell is that outfit?”

“What is strange about this nightwear?”

“No, I mean, come on…”

Leon was clearly unable to hide his agitation. He tried to comment on the clothing somehow, but seemed terrified of ruining my mood. After all, a perfect opportunity for intercourse after several months was carelessly placed right in front of him. He was obviously thinking that if he pounced carelessly, the feast might be taken away. Even so, he could not take his eyes off me. Though he turned his face away, his gaze was filled with passionate lust that wanted to ravish my body. He probably thought he was hiding it, but only Leon believed I had not noticed how lewd his stare had become.

The moment his eyes shifted to my breasts or hips, his unnaturally tilted neck and averted gaze were obvious. To tease him further, I deliberately shifted my position and pushed my breasts together. Once again, Leon’s gaze turned even more passionate. Tonight I was quite bold; probably because of this prostitute-like outfit. I could not stop the urge to fluster Leon even more.

“There was a garment brought in for trade negotiations, so I tried it on. Does it suit me?”

“…It suits you incredibly well.”

“Good. Your reaction makes it very clear.”

“So please, just wear your usual nightclothes. Right now, this is too much for my eyes.”

“Shall I take it off then? I had intended to enjoy intercourse with you for the first time in a while.”

“Wai-, wait, wait, just a second!”

“Well, I suppose it is fine. We can postpone intercourse to another day.”

“That’s why I said wait!”

Seeing Leon desperately trying to stop me stirred my sadistic side, while at the same time a sense of fulfillment from being loved made affection well up. Teasing him too much and souring his mood would be bad, and more than anything, just thinking about intercourse after so long made my own reason falter. I extended my hand invitingly, and Leon immediately began undressing. When he stripped down to nothing, his penis, not yet fully erect, spilled out. After more than ten years of marriage, we had grown to roughly understand what pleased the other.

In the early days of marriage, Leon often forcibly pushed me down, but now he had learned to be considerate of my physical condition and mood. We preferred to start with a gentle embrace that simply enjoyed each other’s body heat. Tonight he chose to embrace me from behind, his large frame covering me like a blanket. When naked Leon pressed against me in this outfit with its extremely scant fabric, our body heat and heartbeats produced the same effect as passionate caresses.

The experience of hundreds of unions made our bodies anticipate the intercourse to come, naturally shifting into a state of arousal. Even so, right now I wanted to fully savor this loving embrace. Because it had been so long, my body was starved for every kind of contact.

“What’s wrong? Satisfied just holding me?”

“Hmm, I want to stay like this a little longer. It’s been a while since I last held Angie, after all.”

“I thought maybe you had been with other women elsewhere.”

“You know full well I have no such feelings.”

As Leon murmured those words, he tightened his arms and pulled me closer, making our bodies cling even more. His body heat shifted from comfortable warmth to something that could make one break into a sweat. When held tightly by Leon’s trained muscles, my softer, fattier body easily changed shape.

I should have been slimmer in my teens, yet with every child I bore, I felt my figure gradually deteriorating and growing heavier. I could not bear the thought of him tiring of my unattractive body now, just before turning thirty. I did my best with exercise and diet management and received regular checkups from the doctor, yet I could not help but feel the clear difference from my younger figure. Wearing this lewd outfit was also a womanly desire to keep Leon from noticing those changes.

“Your body still feels so good, Angie. I could hold you forever.”

“You use me as a hug pillow every night anyway.”

“Hugging for sleep and hugging out of lust are completely different.”

“While saying that, don’t stroke me so gently.”

“I feel good touching Angie, and Angie feels good being touched by me. It’s a win-win, right?”

Leon’s palms began roaming over my body. My skin warned me that the caresses, which until now had been to confirm affection, had turned into passionate ones filled with desire. Caresses after several months soaked into my affection-starved body like cotton absorbing water. I never imagined that simply being stroked on the belly or thighs could feel this good. Even though he avoided erogenous zones, every place he touched felt as though heat and pleasure were being embedded; it was unbearably pleasant. Though I did not moan, my breathing gradually grew rougher. If the caresses continued like this, even breathing would start to feel pleasurable.

“Nnh…”

“To think Angie would go so far as to dress like this just to seduce me.”

“It means nothing in particular. This garment just happened to be mixed in with the trade samples.”

“But you wore it for me, right?”

“Well, I won’t deny that.”

“But I do think the cloth over your face is in the way. I can’t see Angie’s beautiful face.”

“If you are going to disregard my feelings, I will end tonight right now.”

“…I’m sorry. It looks incredibly good on you, so please don’t take it off.”

“Very well. For now, do whatever you like until you are satisfied.”

“Then, as thanks to Angie, shall I make you feel even better?”

“Ah! Hey!”

The instant he said that, Leon’s palms began kneading my breasts. If until now his touch had been comfortable and followed the contours of my body, this was forceful enough to deform my breasts with his fingers. My breasts, swollen even larger from storing milk after childbirth, could not withstand being boldly handled like this. My nipples, receiving stimulation similar to when a baby demands milk and kneads its mother’s breast, hardened and swelled against the pleasant fabric. When my nipples were toyed with by his rough, thick fingers, heat and moisture gathered at the tips; at this rate milk might start leaking. I desperately twisted my body and lightly slapped his hands, but he paid no mind and continued kneading my breasts; it was infuriating.

Moreover, being caressed so precisely in the spots and with the pressure that gave me pleasure, it was only natural that heat would spread not only to my breasts but to my crotch as well.

“The feel and weight of these… your breasts have gotten even bigger, haven’t they?”

“…It’s for nursing Dylan. It can’t be helped.”

“Thanks to me you have such magnificent tits, yet I’m always the one who never gets to enjoy them. That’s harsh.”

“Thanks to you… no, because of you is more accurate. Every pregnancy makes my breasts and belly swell, and childbirth is life-threatening. Do you ever seriously think about how much time and effort I spend postpartum trying to regain my figure?”

“Uh… not really.”

“That’s exactly why people tease us for having so many children before thirty. Show at least a little remorse.”

“Is that my fault?”

“You look like you want to say it isn’t.”

“Well, you know…”

*schlick*

“Hyaah!?”

Suddenly Leon’s fingers brushed my womanhood, and a startled cry escaped my lips from the surge of pleasure. The thin, smooth fabric let the stimulation pass straight through. The sensation of my already hot and wet folds being touched for the first time in months was overwhelming. He deftly moved his thick, knobby, calloused fingers and untied the knot of the crotch-cloth. Then he pinched my clitoris and rubbed it, and I could clearly feel love juice soaking my thighs. At last, his fingers were slowly, mercilessly inserted. Even though I knew they were only fingers and not his penis, my womanhood joyfully began to tighten around them.

“Ah! Leon, hey, don’t move your fingers!”

“You’re the one pushing your crotch against me, Angie.”

“L-Liar!”

“Look how you’re drooling and squeezing my fingers. This place of yours that begs so honestly is adorable.”

“I told you to stop!”

“You waited for me in that lewd outfit, yet you say that? That’s not fair.”

“~~~!”

Leon was clearly getting carried away. I had certainly been looking forward to this too, but being one-sidedly tormented like this was infuriating. I had wanted our first intercourse after childbirth to be wonderful, but if he was going to be like this, I had my own ideas. I forced strength into my limbs that were nearly paralyzed by sexual pleasure and moved with all my might; Leon’s restraint gradually loosened. All of his caresses until now had never lacked consideration for my body; even though it had been one-sided torment, the thing Leon feared most was making me angry. Our bodies separated for a moment. I turned around and bent down; in my line of sight was Rion’s erect penis.

“Uh… sorry. Are you mad?”

“Yes, I’m mad.”

“If possible, forgive me with just a punch. I’ve been kept waiting forever; please don’t let it end here.”

“That’s true. If you keep tormenting me, it will certainly end.”

“Sorry, Angie. I won’t do it again, so please forgive me.”

“I won’t forgive you. Starting now, I’m going to torment you.”

Declaring that, I buried my face in Leon’s crotch. From the penis right before my nose came a lewd heat that seemed to corrupt even the air. The foreskin was already completely peeled back, exposing the throbbing, dark-red glans; its intensity felt almost threatening. Timidly gripping the shaft, a hardness and heat different from muscle reached my palm, and I felt my own crotch grow even wetter with excitement.

I held it gently, almost tenderly, and slowly moved my hand up and down. Leon trembled and let out beast-like groans with each stroke. During pregnancy and after childbirth, whenever he sought me I had pleasured him this way with my hands. I too knew exactly where Leon felt good.

Having intercourse in completely different clothing from usual gave the illusion that I had become another person. Deep in the closet, on a hidden shelf were many outfits so obscene they could only be used for sex. Whenever I wore such shameless clothing and seduced him, Leon became terribly excited and sought me so fiercely he nearly crushed me. Being impregnated again and again through near-rape-like intercourse wounded my pride as a woman; it could not be helped that I strictly disciplined him so he would not get too full of himself.

After repeating the handjob until his penis was fully erect, I flipped the face veil and covered Leon’s crotch with it. Now Leon could not tell how I was playing with his penis. Of course, I could not confirm visually either, but I had the sense of touch in my hands, the sense of smell in my nose, and the sense of taste on my tongue. I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and moved it; something thick bumped against it. It was obviously his erect penis. I ran my tongue along the length of the shaft while moving my face; the texture and moisture clearly changed; I had finally reached the glans. Next I carefully licked and sucked around the glans, persistently and passionately scraping the corona and urethral opening with my tongue as if cleaning them.

When I tormented him more fiercely than any fellatio I had ever given, the pre-cum that leaked out tangled around my tongue. It tasted fishy and bitterly salty, yet I felt no disgust; rather, I sucked greedily as if demanding more, and Leon let out a groan of anguish.

“I-Isn’t this a bit much?”

“This is punishment for you. Accept it quietly.”

“That’s too intense for punishment for talking back.”

“No. Think of it as punishment for damaging my reputation.”

“Have I ever done anything to ruin Angie’s reputation?”

“You always ravish me with this violent cock and get me pregnant. Because of that, people might think even I am a wanton woman.”

“That’s my fault!?”

“Shut up, be quiet, don’t complain.”

Ignoring Leon’s protests, I took the penis into my mouth. Swallowing the saliva-and-pre-cum-coated, hard, swollen shaft took considerable effort. Somehow fitting it inside my mouth, I moved my head up and down, forward and backward. Both hands pressed against Rion’s thighs to hold him down. I won’t forgive you. I absolutely won’t, so prepare yourself. You hateful, unscrupulous cock that defiled my purity, violated me fiercely night after night, poured your seed into me again and again, and impregnated me. Making me bear six children in just ten years of marriage is unheard of. I only overlook it because we are seen as a loving couple and because I adore our children.

Even during pregnancy and after childbirth, if you (an insatiable man) asked, I would never refuse, lest you cheat and produce illegitimate children. Yet you take advantage of my kindness and do whatever you want. Realize what a terrible man you are. I will make this selfish, faithless cock understand through appropriate punishment. I grazed it lightly with my teeth so it would not hurt, never forgetting to stimulate it with my tongue. While moving my head, I deliberately made obscene sounds as I continued licking and sucking; fresh love juice began leaking from my own crotch. I was truly glad the face veil hid my expression; surely right now I wore a face so vulgar even a prostitute would blush.

The sight of me narrowing my lips and sucking on a cock made me look not like a former duke’s daughter or a countess, but like a female beast whose reason had completely failed. The even more swollen cock became difficult to swallow. After taking it deep into my throat, I tilted my face next and continued stimulating it with the inside of my cheeks. Simply keeping it in my mouth was not enough artistry. I spat the shaft out several times and lowered my face; beyond it were the two swollen testicles. I carefully licked along every wrinkle of the scrotum; the unique mixture of sexual odor and sweat made my head melt. You always swell them this much, lose control, and try to impregnate me. To make you reflect, I took the scrotum into my mouth next.

Though my movements were intense, the testicles are one of a man’s vital organs; I would never handle them roughly. On the contrary, I gently warmed them in my mouth with affection while still stimulating them with tongue and teeth. Lewd ideas kept welling up one after another, and carrying them out was unbearably fun. At some point my hips began moving on their own, love juice flowing endlessly from my labia; the organs deep in my belly grew hot, reason ceased to function, and I could not stop myself.

“Hngh!”

“Ugh!?”

Suddenly my throat was thrust into hard, and reflexively I spat out the penis. My mouth, senses almost numb, could only leak a groan; I could not even protest. I tried to send Leon a glare of protest, but blocking my view was his penis, now even more magnificently erect than before. The shaft radiated heat intense enough to evaporate the saliva coating it as it slowly approached; that meant Rion himself was drawing near me. I shifted my gaze from the penis to Leon’s face. His completely expressionless face was not angry.

It was merely that the muscles controlling his facial expression had stopped working because he was desperately holding back raging lust. But that was the prelude to him forcibly taking me. If things continued like this, he would ravish me until I fainted. Terror of being devoured by Leon made me try to back away, but my legs had no strength left from the earlier acts. Flailing my limbs wildly must have looked like a small animal frantically fleeing a predator. I leapt from the bed to the floor as if tumbling, but could barely stand; meanwhile Leon approached with steady, towering steps. Finally driven into a corner against the wall with nowhere to run, I thrust out my hands in refusal, but they were casually brushed aside. Leon’s left hand seized my waist, then his right grabbed my right thigh.

With sheer arm strength he lifted my right leg, forcing my legs wide apart; my soaking wet labia were completely exposed to the air. Made to assume this forceful split-leg position, my labia opened and closed like a landed fish, writhing. The movement of my body, beyond rational control, made clear what it desired. As if answering my anticipation, Leon thrust his hips forward; the moment glans and labia touched, overwhelming pleasure surged through me.

Our wet genitals rubbed together. From past experience, our sexual organs meshed perfectly like interlocking gears. Leon’s manhood radiated heat, desperate to penetrate at once; my womanhood, irritated at being denied its long-awaited feast for months, grew impatient. There was no longer any need to hold back. Without even proper foreplay, Leon thrust his hips forward hard.

*shluuuuurp*

“Ohhh… ah… ahhh!”

The glans noisily forced my labia apart. The shock felt like a heated iron rod being twisted inside my vagina, making me dizzy. Only after my consciousness barely returned did I realize the beast-like roar had been my own moan. I had climaxed from penetration alone. My vagina trembled with joy at the long-awaited arrival of my beloved, dripping love juice, but the liquid soaking my thighs was clearly far more than what my vagina had secreted on its own.

Had I urinated?

During past intercourse, I had sometimes leaked urine when overwhelming pleasure paralyzed my lower body. I shifted, wondering if I had lost control and wet myself from the climax after months of abstinence, but the sensation wetting my vagina felt different from both love juice and urine. As I sat there dazed, a fishy smell began to spread. I recognized it: the scent of semen. It seemed Leon had ejaculated the instant he entered me.

“…Oi.”

“…Sorry.”

“What kind of reasoning is forcing yourself in and coming immediately?”

“Uh… your insides felt too good, or something…”

“Where is the fool who comes without any warning?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it.”

“You came a huge load again. What a premature ejaculator.”

“That really wounds my delicate heart, so please stop.”

“Shut up. You toyed with my body as you pleased.”

“Actually, Angie was the more aggressive one.”

“Did you say something?”

“No, nothing.”

After we both climaxed, reason rapidly returned. Perhaps to hide embarrassment, our words became scolding. Because almost no affectionate foreplay had occurred before penetration, the physical and mental satisfaction from sex and the pleasure from thrusting felt insufficient; it was like incomplete combustion. For our long-awaited marital reunion to end this anticlimactically was unsatisfying. Surely Leon felt the same. Standing connected like this, arousal gradually returned, our bodies heating up and urging us to resume. Yet the fact that our first intercourse in months had ended so quickly made me hesitate to continue. Leon kept his hands on my waist and leg; I remained in the unstable position with legs spread and standing on one foot.

When I tried to separate, an indescribable pleasure surged from our joined crotches. It definitely came from where our genitals met. Against my will, my vagina kept squeezing his penis as if begging him not to leave. Leon was similarly immersed in pleasure; he was clearly rocking his body slightly to feel more. Compared to usual intercourse, it was far gentler, yet it would be a waste to end our first union after Dylan’s birth like this. Leon did not try to touch my breasts or crotch with his hands; he only stroked my belly and thighs.

That very tenderness paradoxically heightened my arousal. Before I knew it, milk sprayed from my nipples, soaking the outfit, and every stroke of my belly made my womb deep inside ache sweetly. This could already be called slow intercourse. My body interpreted it as loving caresses full of consideration for my condition. And my rationality gradually began abandoning its duties; I was on the verge of becoming a beast that only moaned with lust.

“Ah… nnh… hfo…”

“Angie.”

“W-What?”

“Could you take off that cloth?”

“…You don’t like it?”

“It’s embarrassing, so no!”

“But like this I can’t kiss you. I can’t see your face either.”

“I don’t want to be seen. I’m surely making a lewd face.”

“Then shall I make you want to show me?”

Leon murmured and began moving again, but this time the focus was tormenting me with his penis. He pressed the shaft inside my vagina and scraped each fold with his glans. Annoyingly, Leon understood my body better than I did. When tormented like this while being asked, I easily forgave him and obeyed. The result was four pregnancies and six children just before turning thirty. Finally I removed the cloth covering my face and let it fall to the floor. Seizing the opening, Leon overlapped our lips and thrust his hips at the same time. With mouth and crotch connected simultaneously, more strength left my body. Rion then used the left hand that had been stroking my belly to lift my left leg.

Like a mother holding her baby, we shifted to face each other. Gravity pulled my body downward, connecting our genitals even deeper. I tried to wrap my legs around him to stabilize, but I had no strength and he still held them. In just a few steps to the bed, my vagina welcomed Leon’s penis all the way to the depths with no gap. By the time he sat on the bed, both my body and heart had completely melted.

“You fiend, Leon.”

“Sorry. But it felt good, right?”

“You irresponsibly come and that’s the end for you. I’m envious. I have to carry a child for ten months, endure the agony of childbirth, and put in tearful effort to regain my figure.”

“Is that entirely my fault?”

“Of course it is.”

“Because, you know, right here inside Angie…”

When Leon stroked my belly again, my insides naturally warmed. My womb, impregnated four times by the man I love, writhed with joy, and my vagina began contracting to milk his semen. It was torment from a man who knew my body infuriatingly well. As protest, I leaned my weight against him, tightened my vagina, and counterattacked like a lewd female greedily seeking her own pleasure and tormenting the male. We overlapped our lips again and entwined tongues, devouring each other’s bodies as if to make up for the time we could not have sex. Like cotton soaking up water, we desperately connected our bodies and tried to quench our thirst with each other’s presence.

“Nnh… you’re going to come again.”

“Planning to impregnate me again?”

“If Angie doesn’t want it, I’ll pull out.”

“I won’t allow you to stop now. Differing opinions on child-making are valid grounds for divorce.”

“You’re contradicting yourself.”

“If you have the capacity to raise a seventh child, that solves it.”

“…I’ll do my best.”

Leon’s penis slowly began pulsing. Without fierce thrusting, we simply devoured each other while gently melting together, purely savoring the union. I felt my womb deep inside loosen its entrance, craving my beloved man’s seed. Six months had passed since childbirth and menstruation had resumed. I had avoided my most fertile period, but there was still a slight chance of pregnancy if he came inside. Even so, neither of us could resist the pleasure of creampie.

*spurt*

*spuuurt*

*spuuuuuuuurt*

Hot semen gushed forth, defiling my vagina once more. No, my womanhood was already far too different from that of a pure maiden. Having lost my virginity to Leon, received his seed countless times, and borne six children, it was probably obscene enough to make even a wanton prostitute avert her eyes. Yet rather than feel shame, a part of me even felt proud of that fact.

Basking in the fulfillment of being filled with seed, I leaned against Leon. Slowly, he lay on his back. Exhausted from our first intercourse in ages, we rested on the bed using each other’s bodies as blankets.

“Is your body okay?”

“You ask that after coming inside?”

“Can’t help it. I held back for so long.”

“I’ve been using my mouth and hands as usual.”

“Creampie is completely different.”

“Yet today you were quick, I felt.”

“Can’t help it. It’s been a while and Angie was beautiful.”

“…I overdid it a little. Let’s abstain for a while.”

“Ehh? I was planning to embrace you every day from now on.”

“My body won’t hold up. Once every ten days, please?”

“Every two days!”

“Then how about every five days?”

“Every three days! I won’t compromise further!”

“…Fine, I’ll compromise at that.”

“Yes!”

What a mercenary man. He loves embracing me that much. Well, I don’t dislike being embraced by Leon either.bThis could only be called perfect compatibility. Who would have thought a duke’s daughter would be fated for the second son of a low-ranking noble raised almost like a commoner? Fate can be ironic.

“Then, shall we continue?”

“…I’m exhausted.”

“I’ll be gentle and take care of you, don’t worry.”

“Good grief, you really are…”

I wanted to curse myself for thinking moments ago that he was the partner of my destiny. Before my tongue even dried, Leon’s penis swelled again and began warming my vagina. Tomorrow I probably wouldn’t be able to work, let alone nurse Dylan. My hazy prediction turned out perfectly accurate

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Authors Note

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 This is an adult side-story to commemorate the completion of the comic adaptation of “That Otome Game is a Harsh World for Us.” (tears)

I finally released a plot I had been planning for a while on this occasion. Personally, I really like Renji Fukuhara-sensei’s art style, so it’s truly regrettable.

I wrote this for my own mental care, but the damage was greater than expected and writing was a struggle.

I sincerely hope for more volumes of the “Anoseka” novels.

Addendum: At the requester’s request, this chapter’s illustrations were drawn by Urizato-sama and Nanunya-sama.

Thank you very much.

Urizato-sama: Pixiv (R18 warning)

Nanunya-sama: Pixiv (R18 warning)

I would be encouraged for the future if you share your thoughts and impressions.