Arc-6 Ch-48.99

T/N- I know you all are wondering how this is new chapter but it's in Arc-6 while current chapter in deep arc 7 . But rest assured this is a new chapter and new addition to the story it's just number probably because author wrote it slight younger version of Angie and Leon than our current chapters. It's been bit late and few chapters have backlogged. New chapters (main story) will resume from next Monday.

The lord and lady who governed House Bartfort’s domain, well, that would be Angie and me.

Several times each year, the two of us had made it a standing tradition to head out on adventures together, just the two of us alone.

Once you hold the status of a Earl and his wife, society expects propriety from you in every aspect of your conduct.

On top of that, we have a large family with six children, and even our eldest twins still haven’t reached the age to enroll in the Royal Academy, so the mansion is perpetually overflowing with noise and activity.

Though we have servants to manage the household duties and tutors to educate the children, I was raised as the second son of a baronial house that was practically indistinguishable from commoners, so I possess none of those hereditary educational methods passed down through noble lineages over generations.

As a result, Angie inevitably ends up shouldering the overwhelming majority of the children’s upbringing.

Furthermore, I’m constantly saddled with duties I never wanted to begin with, and I’m frequently forced to leave the territory to deal with dangerous requests involving Lost Items. All of that only increases the burden resting on Angie’s shoulders.

No matter how capable Angie may be, she’s still human. Eventually, there will come a day when the pressure becomes more than she can endure.

Before that day arrives, it’s my important duty as her husband to soothe and refresh my extraordinarily capable wife.

Unlike me, whose preferred hobby is holing up in a detached villa at the edge of our territory while tending vegetable fields, Angie prefers spending her breaks outside.

More specifically, she loves exploring dungeons and ruins in search of rare treasures.

I honestly can’t relate to the appeal myself, but in the Holfort Kingdom, which was founded by wandering adventurers, there are surprisingly many nobles who treat adventuring as a hobby.

As a matter of fact, my sister-in-law Dorothea’s family, House Roseblade, became famous as a distinguished noble house thanks to the numerous accomplishments they earned through adventuring.

Because of that, trying to stop Angie from enjoying adventures is incredibly difficult.

That said, after nearly twenty years of marriage, I’d long since stopped minding my partner’s hobbies and personal tastes.

Whether it was spending time relaxing in a secluded villa while cultivating vegetables, or leaving the territory behind to adventure through unfamiliar lands—

The moments we spent freed from our responsibilities as lord and parent, simply living as husband and wife, were precious opportunities for us to breathe.

This time, our destination was a dungeon located on a certain floating island. It was an abandoned place where all valuable treasures had already been excavated long ago, and where barely any monsters remained.

After finishing our exploration, we intended to stay the night at an inn on a nearby floating island, then spend the following day sightseeing. Angie enthusiastically explained the entire itinerary to me with sparkling excitement, and I found her unbearably adorable.

At the time, I never could’ve imagined that such an incident would occur during what was supposed to be an ordinary adventure.

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It was an ass.

An absurdly massive, perfectly round ass occupied my entire field of vision.

Judging from the balance of muscle and fat, it was immediately obvious that this ass belonged to a woman.

It was the so-called “childbearing type,” broad overall with ample room, the kind people claimed made childbirth easier and allowed a woman to bear many children. And in fact, the owner of this enormous ass had already given birth to six.

Personally, I’m more of a breast man, but I could absolutely understand why my father was obsessed with asses.

Well, I’ve got no clue whether Dad became an ass man because he was attracted to Mom’s huge ass, or whether Mom’s huge ass turned him into one in the first place, and honestly, I have no desire to find out.

Just imagining the sexual tastes of an elderly couple who already have five children and more than ten grandchildren, yet still openly flirt with each other in front of the family, is enough to make me sick.

If that’s the kind of thing that led to my birth, I honestly don’t think I’d ever emotionally recover.

“Leon! Can you hear me!?”

“I can hear you perfectly fine, so calm down, Angie.”

“How am I supposed to stay calm in a situation like this!?”

“Don’t panic so much. Freaking out isn’t going to solve anything.”

While desperately trying to calm Angie’s agitated voice, I frantically searched my mind for a way to resolve the current situation.

If she kept pressuring me like this, any decent idea I managed to think up would just slip away.

The wall in front of me had clearly weathered through countless years and wasn’t impossible to destroy, but smashing through it would still take a considerable amount of time.

At the very least, today’s plans were almost guaranteed to be ruined.

For Angie, these few yearly adventures alone with me were precious vacations she genuinely treasured. If our schedule got derailed, it was obvious she’d become depressed in direct proportion to how badly things fell apart.

“Angie, if your butt’s stuck and you can’t move forward, can’t you just pull yourself back out the way you came?”

“N-No… I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“This time… my chest is getting in the way, so I can’t pull myself back…”

“…I see.”

My wife wasn’t merely blessed with an incredible ass. She also possessed breasts of the absolute highest caliber.

Angie always blames me, saying things like, “It’s because you grope them every single day,” or “It’s your fault for making me give birth to six children,” but those accusations are completely unfair.

It’s true they became even larger after we got married and started having children, but even back when I first met her as a teenager, they were already extremely large.

I really wish she’d stop acting as though I’m personally responsible for every single reason her body became so voluptuous and soft.

As for me, once I passed thirty, I started accumulating fat around my stomach, and these days, since I spend most of my time indoors doing desk work, my muscles weaken easily if I’m not careful.

That’s precisely why, whenever I’m staying within our territory, I make sure to participate in the territorial army’s training sessions or spend my days off doing farm work to keep my body active.

Naturally, though, there’s absolutely no way I’d allow Angie to join the training for weight-loss purposes.

Compared to other territories, our military training is infamous for being harsh even on men, and more importantly, I have no desire whatsoever to let other people watch Angie’s breasts and ass jiggle while she moves.

Angie’s breasts and ass belong to me. I even get jealous when our own children happily drink her breast milk.

“For now, I’ll try to widen the hole a bit. Just stay still for a moment.”

“Understood.”

“Alright, here I go.”

I figured that if I gradually chipped away at the cracked wall using my rugged sword that I carried with me or the portable shovel I had brought along for the adventure, the hole should widen enough for Angie to escape safely.

With that in mind, I bent down to retrieve the tool from my luggage, and that was when my eye level lined up perfectly with Angie’s ass.

It was huge. Ridiculously huge.

What the hell? It was even bigger than my own ass, despite me having a larger build than Angie.

Normally it was hidden under her dress, but in this thin-fabric adventure outfit, its size was impossible to ignore.

The way it was covered by clothes was actually more arousing than if her bare skin were exposed. It stimulated the imagination even more.

Besides, the adventure outfit Angie was wearing was the real problem.

Why was the fabric so thin when it was supposedly made for adventuring?

Why did an outfit meant for adventuring expose her cleavage and both legs like this?

According to Angie, this outfit was a legitimate heirloom passed down through the Redgrave ducal family for generations. She had been told that it was magically processed, giving it high defensive power without sacrificing mobility.

That’s a lie. This has to be a lie.

Making your wife or daughter wear something like this? Does the current head of the Redgrave ducal family have some kind of perverted fetish?

No matter how you look at it, this outfit was clearly tailored by successive heads of the family for enjoying nighttime activities with their wives, right?

Just imagining that stern-faced father-in-law and my handsome brother-in-law dressing their wives in this adventure outfit and doing all sorts of things with them made me feel depressed, as if I had learned some secret about the Redgrave family that I would have rather not known.

I absolutely will not let our daughters inherit this adventure outfit. I’ll persuade Angie with iron resolve.

But right now, with Angie’s ass thrust right in front of me in this critical situation, my rationality was on the verge of collapsing.

Precisely because I knew how soft and well-fleshed this large ass was, being covered by fabric only made it more exciting.

A mixture of lust and curiosity swirled inside me, and before I realized it, my fingers were gripping the hem of Angie’s dress.

‘Wait, no—this is definitely bad, right?’

That was what my mind was supposed to be thinking, yet before I knew it, my hand had already lifted Angie’s skirt.

“H-Hey!? Leon!!”

I heard Angie’s panicked voice, but right now I was completely captivated by her ass.

It was big. Thick.

I didn’t usually think about it that much, but being in this different environment made me realize it all over again.

Her pure white skin, untouched by sunburn and without a single blemish, looked glossier and seemed many times softer than a fresh, juicy fruit.

With an ass this large and wide, it made perfect sense why she had been able to give birth to so many healthy children with such ease.

The smooth thighs connected to that ass had not a single visible hair, and I could imagine how incredible they would feel to the touch.

It was a supreme body that any noble with a taste for such things would gladly pay a fortune for just one night with her.

Well, I’d never allow that, obviously!

Being the one to hold Angie is a privilege reserved solely for me, her husband!

I’m the only one allowed to make Angie bear my children!

If any man tries to lay a hand on her, I’ll chase him to the ends of the earth—even if he’s the king himself!

“Hey! Say something, Leon!”

'This won’t do, this won’t do at all.' It seemed I had wasted quite a bit of time indulging in those foolish thoughts.

Angie’s impatient voice was growing increasingly strained. If I kept this up, she might get angry at me even after I had successfully rescued her.

But was I really supposed to help Angie out without even getting to touch this ass that looked so incredibly pleasant to stroke?

It definitely seemed soft, and I bet it would make a really nice sound if I gave it a slap.

“Leon!!”

“Calm down, Angie.”

“My lower body feels chilly! What exactly are you planning to do to me!?”

“…It’s just that my tool got caught on something. I’m about to start working now.”

“You’d better be telling the truth.”

“If it hurts, tell me right away. I’ll think of another way.”

In the end, it took quite a lot of time to rescue Angie.

I couldn’t rule out the possibility that smashing the wall with brute force would cause the entire cracked and brittle structure to collapse all at once.

So I carefully chipped away little by little at the sections near Angie’s body to widen the hole. If I hadn’t brought tools, it probably would have taken an entire day’s work.

By the time I finally pulled her free, the sun had sunk quite low. We had no choice but to abandon our plans for the day and return to the airship.

“…………”

“Don’t get so down, Angie. Things like this happen sometimes.”

“…………”

“Once we reach the inn, let’s have some good food. When you’re feeling down, you should start with a meal.”

“I don’t want to gain weight, so I don’t need to eat…”

No matter how desperately I tried to comfort her, Angie remained silent.

She was probably unhappy about me forcibly carrying her on my back after she had been stuck in the wall for several hours. I was being mindful of her body, after all.

Well, that wasn’t the only reason I was carrying her.

When I had Angie on my back, I could feel her substantial weight pressing firmly against me, and her plump, soft body was forced tightly against my own.

The sensation of those two large, warm mounds deforming against my back was a different kind of pleasure from groping them with my hands.

At the same time, my body temperature gradually rose, and a throbbing ache began to build in my groin.

The urge to push her down right then and there was growing stronger, but if I forced things, Angie’s mood would definitely plummet.

I needed to prioritize letting her rest at the inn first.

Angie remained depressed the entire way back to the airship.

Even while I was piloting, she stayed silent, and I could feel the air around us growing heavier.

If we returned to the mansion like this, her gloomy mood would probably linger for a while, which could end up affecting the management of our territory.

Angie’s exceptional administrative skills and diplomatic abilities were indispensable for governing the Bartfort lands.

I really needed to find some way to cheer her up, or things would get bad.

With those thoughts swirling around in my head, we headed toward a nearby floating island.

The inn we were staying at tonight catered more to commoners than nobles.

High-class inns were inevitably expensive and required identity verification.

If we wanted to enjoy our adventure without the weight of our titles as the Earl and Countess Bartfort, we naturally ended up choosing inns that offered decent service at a reasonable price.

It was the kind of place where we ate out for meals and only used it for lodging, but Angie seemed to prefer this style—being freed from her status and fully enjoying the local area.

However, tonight’s Angie was in a thoroughly bad mood. As soon as we entered the room, she flopped straight onto the bed and sulked.

Normally she would at least change out of her adventure clothes, but she didn’t even do that. If I had done the same thing, the usual Angie would definitely have gotten angry.

It didn’t seem like she wanted to take her frustration out on me, but she was still very gloomy.

If I left her alone, she would probably skip dinner, stay awake until morning, and return to the mansion still depressed.

“Here, Angie. I bought some food that looks pretty good, so eat it while it’s still warm.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Don’t worry so much about it. You don’t think I’m the kind of guy who would go around spreading news of a little failure like that, right?”

“……”

“If you don’t eat, you’ll ruin your health and it’ll mess up our future plans, won’t it?”

“I’ll stick to just water and vegetables for a while… I won’t eat any grains or meat until I lose weight…”

“No, that’s honestly going too far.”

This was bad.

Once Angie stumbled over something, she would fall into a deep slump and take quite a while to recover.

She had this image in her head of what the perfect countess and ideal mother should be like, so whenever she failed or deviated from that, she would convince herself that she was a worthless woman.

It was probably the result of being raised so strictly as a duke’s daughter and the prince’s fiancée—she was far more sensitive than most about anything that might lower her own evaluation.

I had seen how she left the royal capital and came all the way to this remote countryside just to get engaged to me, working hard on territory management.

If she saw herself gracefully handling social gatherings near our territory, she should understand that her reputation wouldn’t drop so easily from just one or two failures.

There was only one course of action to take at times like this: praise Angie as much as possible.

I had to shower her with compliments, telling her that my wife was the best, restore her confidence, and drive the memory of the failure out of her head.

The problem was that if I mishandled the method, there was a risk it would damage her mood even further.

My clever wife would see through half-hearted flattery in an instant.

If that happened, her anger would turn toward me, and we would end up spending several awkward days in our married life.

But if you don’t step into dangerous territory, you can’t obtain a truly valuable treasure.

Following in the footsteps of my adventurer ancestors, I suppose I’ll throw myself into a deadly situation as well.

“Well, a failure of that level will just become a funny story later, so don’t worry about it. The only one who saw it was me, after all.”

“The problem is that the only person who saw it had to be you, Leon.”

“Why? I’m not going to laugh at your failure or anything.”

“I had noticed myself that I hadn’t been going out much lately and was just working inside the mansion, so I was aware I was lacking exercise… but I never imagined I would commit such a blunder…”

“I’m just glad you weren’t seriously injured. From now on, when I’m in the territory, I’ll join you for exercise too.”

“Lately the number of times we’ve been intimate has decreased, hasn’t it? I suppose you don’t feel like embracing an ugly, fat wife anymore.”

“That’s really selling yourself too short.”

It was true that the frequency of our nighttime activities had decreased, but that was for perfectly reasonable reasons—like me being away from the territory or being mindful of Angie’s physical condition.

After all, I was in my thirties now.

Compared to my teens when I would hold Angie almost every day, or my twenties when I would push her down the moment I got horny, I had gained some restraint and my sexual desire had calmed down.

On top of that, now that the children were growing up, as both a father and a lord, I thought it wasn’t good to flirt openly without regard for others’ eyes.

Unlike my father and mother, I hadn’t retired yet, and since I had married into a ducal family, I needed to behave accordingly.

That was why, in an inn on our travels where almost no one knew my face and the guests were mostly commoners, it made perfect sense that I could be as affectionate with Angie as I wanted.

My actions were based on the extremely rational judgment of wanting to improve Angie’s mood.

It was definitely not—not at all—because I had gotten excited seeing her voluptuous body during the adventure or because carrying her had made my blood boil from the sensation of her body.

The room we had taken was for two people, with a shared bed.

In a situation like that, some form of intimate activity was practically recommended, right?

For now, I climbed onto the bed and moved closer to Angie’s body.

Since we usually slept in the same bed back at the mansion in our territory, Angie accepted the current situation without resistance.

I moved even closer and touched her body. She still didn’t resist.

No matter how dense I was when it came to a woman’s heart, if Angie showed any sign of refusal, I wouldn’t press her too aggressively.

The fact that she was allowing me to approach her like this on the bed was proof that she had no intention of rejecting me.

I started by gently stroking her body. I wasn’t foolish enough to try giving her pleasure right from the start.

For now, I continued with the kind of stroking I normally did as an expression of affection, while also checking for any injuries on her body under the guise of medical care.

At first Angie’s body was tense, but as I patiently continued to stroke her, it gradually began to soften again.

I carefully and repeatedly stroked her body over and over, loosening her tension until her wariness faded.

Especially her shoulders and neck—they tended to get stiff easily due to the weight of her large breasts and long hours of desk work, as she often complained.

Normally, managing a wife’s physical condition wasn’t something a noble should do themselves. A true-born noble would probably frown at the idea, thinking it should be left to suitable servants while the husband focused on his own duties.

But I didn’t mind it at all.

Taking care of this difficult former young lady felt just right when it was a little troublesome.

If she were too perfect, it would make my own position feel pointless. Even now, a large part of our territory’s management was supported by Angie’s talent.

In any case, it was certain that I loved Angie dearly and felt no aversion to serving her.

That was why situations where she would reject me when I stroked and started massaging her body were extremely rare.

It was the fruit of the trust we had built after spending nearly half our lives together.

After finishing with her shoulders and neck, I moved on to her back and waist area. The important thing was not to suddenly start touching or massaging the front of her body.

Except when the mood was right, if I tried to stroke her breasts or crotch out of nowhere, a painful counterattack would be waiting for me.

In any case, I took my time and refused to rush. When it came to husband-and-wife intimacy, haste was strictly forbidden.

After spending a while stroking Angie’s back and massaging the stiff areas, I could feel through my palms that the tension in her body had loosened considerably.

At this stage, I figured it would be fine to move on to the next step without fear of rejection.

I drew my body closer, embracing her from behind, and slid my hands underneath to scoop up her bountiful breasts.

Angie’s breasts, which were nearly as large as her head, were incredibly soft. When I lifted them, my fingers sank deep into their overwhelming weight and presence.

It was only natural that carrying something this heavy on her chest would make her neck and shoulders stiff.

I loved big breasts, but I had no desire to become a woman myself. Breasts were meant to be thoroughly groped, licked, and savored—that was their purpose.

“Nn… Haah…”

Angie’s voice gradually grew heated and took on a seductive tone.

The fact that she didn’t reject or scold me for fondling her breasts meant she had begun to accept me.

I continued to knead them, slowly shifting the position of my palms.

Rubbing breasts this large was no easy task, but with love and lust, it didn’t feel like hard work at all.

I even felt grateful at this moment that Angie’s adventure outfit was made of thin, high-quality fabric.

After all, it allowed me to keep massaging her without losing any of the softness and warmth of her breasts.

I’m sorry, all the successive heads of the Redgrave ducal family.

I used to think it was an outrageous adventure outfit, but it’s actually the perfect garment for enjoying my wife’s body like this.

Your descendant, the beautiful Lady Angelica, has been married to an upstart noble like me, given birth to many children, and is working hard for the prosperity of our territory—placed in quite a harsh situation.

The only thing I can do is love Angie alone for the rest of my life without ever cheating on her.

While silently apologizing and expressing my gratitude to the Redgrave ancestors who created this lewd adventure outfit, I continued to massage Angie’s breasts even more intently.

Then, through the fabric, my fingers brushed against something hard. The sensation was clearly not metal—it had the same firmness as when flesh became erect.

If my memory and experience were correct, this was Angie’s nipple. It seemed her body had responded quite well to my caresses.

As expected, when breasts were this large, even the nipples and areolas became big enough to be noticeable through clothing.

As I kept massaging them with that thought in mind, frustration slowly began to build in my brain and groin. After all, touching breasts directly felt the best.

Besides, I had already been holding back quite a lot.

Carefully stroking and massaging my beloved Angie’s body while feeling horny was practically torture.

I had been devoting myself to Angie until now. It was my turn to do what I wanted.

Once I decided I didn’t need to hold back any longer, I stopped being reserved. While my left hand continued to knead Angie’s breast, I used my right hand alone to begin removing my clothes.

It took quite a bit of effort, but the important thing in moments like this was momentum. As long as you had the will, most difficulties could be resolved more easily than expected.

I rested my chin on Angie’s shoulder and pondered if there was any good next move, when something in my field of vision caught my eye.

The Redgrave ducal family’s heirloom adventure outfit had a large opening at the chest, leaving the cleavage completely exposed.

This outfit really was dangerous. Even as I thought that, my hands didn’t stop moving.

I slipped my hand into the gap of the adventure outfit, and the sensation of soft, warm, moist skin transmitted directly into my palm.

Yeah, touching breasts directly was definitely the best.

“Hey, Leon. My underwear is going to get misaligned.”

“No, I mean, we’re going to do it anyway with this flow, so let’s just take it off quickly.”

“You should know that I didn’t prepare many spare underwear. Refrain from doing things that will wrinkle them.”

“Then you should take yours off quickly too, Angie. I already took mine off.”

“Why are you only so enthusiastic about things like this?”

“It’s because my wife is so attractive. That’s the problem.”

In any case, I kept praising Angie. Praise her, praise her more, butter her up, and lift her out of her depressed mood.

For that purpose, it was a cheap price to pay even if I ended up being treated like a clown.

Thanks to the continuous caressing I had done until now, it seemed Angie had become in the mood for sex.

Both Angie and I loved the act itself, so this would allow us to overwrite the unpleasant memories from earlier in the day.

I lay down on the bed and waited for Angie to finish preparing when she suddenly reached behind her back and began fiddling with something.

I was vaguely thinking about the small sound of something unfastening when Angie placed her hand on the chest area of her adventure outfit and thrust it in deeply.

She then slowly pulled her hand back, holding a long red piece of fabric.

When I looked closely, I finally realized that what Angie was holding was a bright red bra.

I was stunned by Angie’s unexpected action. So the opening in the chest area could be used like that?

While I was thinking about that, my vision suddenly turned bright red.

It seemed Angie had taken advantage of the moment when my guard was down due to surprise.

She pressed the bra—still warm with her body heat—firmly against my face.

Even if I wanted to resist, I was lying on the bed in a position where I couldn’t put much strength into it, and Angie was blocking my vision with considerable force.

“Why are you covering my vision?”

“Because it’s you. You were definitely planning to steal glances at me changing as if licking me all over with your eyes.”

“…No, no, no. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Your voice is trembling, Leon. Keep that on your face until I’m done preparing.”

Ah, in this case, I had no choice but to obediently follow Angie’s order.

But I didn’t feel particularly bad about it. Probably because what was covering my face was Angie’s freshly removed bra.

The bra that still carried her body heat and even her scent was no longer just underwear.

At least to me, it was a treasure worth paying money for.

But if I said something like that out loud, Angie would definitely call me a pervert.

Even though I thought we understood each other so well that there wasn’t a single part of our bodies we didn’t know, there were still things you could say and things you shouldn’t.

I really didn’t want Angie to be so put off that she called off tonight’s intimacy.

“Can I look now?”

“No. Today, stay connected with me without looking at me the whole time.”

“That’s too harsh. What exactly did I do?”

“You’ve been freely caressing my body however you wanted for a while now.”

“But you didn’t reject it either, did you?”

“Besides, part of the cause of today’s commotion is your fault too, Leon.”

“Ehh…”

“Because you kept getting me pregnant over and over, my body has been breaking down more and more and has become easier to gain weight. When I think about it, there are way too many things that make sense.”

“That’s clearly just you taking your anger out on me.”

“How much heartbreaking effort do you think I’ve been putting in to maintain my figure?”

It was true that I knew Angie worked hard to exercise through walks and social dance lessons, and that she was very restrained with her meals.

I was also aware that since entering my thirties, my body had become less prone to building muscle compared to my younger days, while fat had increased instead.

Angie had given birth to six children through four deliveries, but she had always set a period of three to six months between postpartum recovery and resuming sexual activity, so she had never shown me the changes in her figure during the postpartum period.

I had tried to be considerate as her husband by not deliberately poking my nose into it so as not to stimulate her, but it seemed Angie herself hadn’t liked that.

“Sorry, it was my fault. Please forgive me.”

“You’re planning to come up with some excuse tonight and hold me anyway, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Why is it that you always try to mate with me at every opportunity, like some beast in heat?”

“It can’t be helped. The only woman I want to hold is you, Angie.”

When I went to the royal capital or other territories for work or social obligations, I inevitably caught sight of beautiful noble ladies and young noblewomen.

If asked whether I thought they were beautiful and wanted to hold them, the answer was no.

If I were the kind of man who could desire other women, I would have definitely surrounded myself with concubines or mistresses by now. The status of Earl carried enough power for that.

But the only woman I had ever been physically intimate with was Angie.

This wasn’t the result of consideration for Angie’s family, the Redgrave ducal house.

How should I put it… In the end, I had simply fallen completely in love with Angie, to the point where I couldn’t feel lust for any other woman. That was my conclusion.

The words had slipped out without much thought, but they were quite the boastful display of affection.

Upon hearing my words, Angie began to fidget restlessly.

“You really are…”

“No, well, I’m sorry. If you don’t want to, I won’t force it.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I just want you to be more mindful of my figure, the number of children we have, and how the world sees us.”

“Understood. I got it.”

“…Then shall we begin?”

“Right now I’m on the bottom, so you put it in, Angie.”

“…Can’t be helped.”

As Angie muttered that, she climbed on top of me and adjusted our positions.

My already fully erect penis and Angie’s wet slit were so aroused that foreplay wasn’t even necessary.

The fact that I had been continuously massaging her body had paid off—this was a rule of thumb I had learned after hundreds of times together.

We knew exactly where and how each other felt good.

Angie’s slit swallowed my penis without any resistance.

“…Fuu.”

“…Haa.”

What was this feeling of fulfillment?

It was completely different from the sex we had in our teens and twenties. Perhaps because we had entered a mature stage where both mind and body were fulfilled, we were almost no longer dominated by sexual desire.

In general society, it was said that around one’s thirties, marital relations decreased, leading to a period of boredom, and couples grew tired of each other, resulting in affairs or the risk of divorce.

But strangely enough, we never felt that way.

Of course, the frequency of our lovemaking had decreased due to busy work and changes in physical condition, but it wasn’t out of a sense of obligation.

It was more like because we understood each other so well, we didn’t need to desperately seek one another. We lived within a mysterious sense of fulfillment.

My glans repeatedly rubbed back and forth against the folds inside her vagina.

It lacked the roughness and speed of our youth, but Angie and I knew the movements that brought each other the most pleasure.

It wasn’t about finishing sex quickly. It was a hip movement designed to reach climax most efficiently so we could do it over and over again.

Looking at it this way, it was no wonder our family had so many children.

We indulged in deeper pleasure while minimizing the consumption of our stamina as much as possible.

“Uuuuuh!!”

“Ooooooh!!”

The moment my glans poked against the deepest part of her vagina, our sexual senses peaked at the same time and we climaxed together.

After letting out beast-like groans, our groins relaxed with a pleasant sense of release.

Semen was released intermittently into her vagina, but Angie’s soft yet exceptionally tight interior didn’t let a single drop leak.

After climaxing, no matter how much stamina remained, it took time before we could start the next round. But for us, that time was never boring.

“You came without holding back at all, didn’t you?”

“Can’t be helped. You just feel too good, Angie.”

“…What are you going to do if I get pregnant?”

“That would be the fruit of our love, so of course I’d be happy.”

“It felt like you had more momentum than usual. Or is that just my imagination?”

“Hmm~ Well, there’s the sense of liberation from being in a different place.”

For nobles, it was only natural to leave various household matters to subordinates and servants.

Making the beds for the master and children was an important job, but when cleaning up sheets and bedding that retained various traces, it inevitably meant outsiders would learn about the couple’s private affairs.

Going to the detached villa in our territory spared us such troubles, but doing so too often would make people think the lord and his wife were having secret rendezvous.

That was why staying at inns like this one—where no one knew us—gave us the greatest sense of liberation.

When I thought about it that way, going on adventures together as just the two of us wasn’t such a bad custom after all.

“Still in the mood to continue?”

“You are too, aren’t you, Angie?”

We exchanged light banter as we pressed our lips together.

My penis, still captured inside Angie’s vagina without having pulled out, had already regained the same hardness as before.

In the end, we continued to make love repeatedly until dawn broke, and our return to the mansion ended up being delayed by one day.

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Authors Note  

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The Redgrave Avenger Dress is erotic. (Conviction)

Happy New Year 2026.

In the MobuSeka comic adaptation by Jun Shiori Sensei, the chest-revealing slit adventure outfit that Angie wears clearly doesn’t look suitable for adventuring at all. (In the setting, it is reinforced with fabric and magic letters.)

I have drawn Leon sexually harassing Angie while she wears this dress, and this has become a special chapter with a full-scale sexual harassment scene.

The reason the actual sex scene feels a bit plain compared to before is related to future scenes.

We’re still a long way from reaching that point…

Postscript: The illustrations for this chapter were drawn by Takami-sama, 9430-sama, Banshii-sama, and Mata Aoune-sama.

Thank you very much.

Takami-sama: Pixiv  

9430-sama:  Pixiv  

Banshii-sama: Pixiv (Adult content warning)  

Mata Aoune-sama: Pixiv (Adult content warning)

I would appreciate any opinions or impressions, as they will motivate me going forward.