Marriage Harmony Tips

Chapter 16.2

My lower body exploded.

It was an overwhelming sensation, so intense it felt like that. The vaginal flesh of Angie, which I hadn't tasted in months, was so violently entwining around my penis that it led me to ejaculation.

The elasticity of her firm & bouncy vaginal flesh pushed back against my penis with the most pleasurable strength, and each fold stimulated from the glans to the shaft as if it were licking and sucking.

This was the personal vagina that had received my semen many times and was made to bear my child. The moment my penis remembered the familiar sensation of her vaginal flesh, I felt the semen rushing from my testicles.

As the semen traveled through the vas deferens, then through the seminal vesicles and the urethra, I experienced a sensation like my vision was flickering with light.

[T/N - Students welcome to my biological class today we will learn about biology, hurry up and take out your notes 

1. Vas deferens: This is a long, muscular tube that transports mature sperm from the epididymis to the ejaculatory ducts in preparation for ejaculation.

2.Seminal vesicles: These are a pair of glands that secrete a significant portion of the fluid that makes up semen. This fluid contains sugars like fructose, which provide energy for the sperm.

3. Urethra: This is a tube that carries urine from the bladder to the outside of the body. In males, it also carries semen during ejaculation. The urethra runs through the penis and ends at the urethral meatus, where it opens to the outside.]

After my glans swelled, the semen spurted out from the urethral opening and was released into Angie's vagina.

During the war, my testicles which had swollen as I had few opportunities to ejaculate for months, and they now shrank as they pumped out every last drop of semen.

My lower body, which should have been convulsing, moved reflexively by instinct, jerking my hips.

I tried to pour even more drop of semen into the vagina that was swallowing my penis, to plant my seed.

It felt good.

It was so good that I couldn't describe it any other way.

How long had I been ejaculating? It might have been just a moment, or it could have been hundreds of seconds.

When the movement of my hips finally calmed down, my consciousness returned.

Angie's worried face came into view as she looked at me.

When I finally remembered what I had been doing, I wanted to cover my face in shame.

I wasn't a virgin, but it was pitiful to ejaculate just from inserting into her vagina.

"Ah, damn it..."

The massive amount of semen I had ejaculated like I was urinating overflowed from Angie's vagina, and the cold, sticky sensation around my crotch felt unpleasant.

It was the most pleasurable yet most pathetic ejaculation.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't do it well.

It seems that the strength I can exert varies extremely depending on my mental condition.

I had intended to make Angie feel good after holding her for the first time in months, but I ended up being the only one feeling good and ejaculate myself alone.

The last thing I wanted was to divorce due to sexual incompatibility.

"Sorry, I came too quickly."

"It's okay, you must have been holding back for a while."

Angie's comforting kindness, only makes it harder.

Just a moment ago, my penis was painfully hard, but now it's completely drained, soft, and twitching like a squashed bug.

[T/N- wtf I am doing with my life]

I try to get it hard again, but half-hearted stimulation won't work.

I throw my arms and legs out on the bed in frustration.

Whatever, I don't care anymore.

My inadequacy isn't new.

In the end, I'm just a lousy husband who can't properly satisfy Angie.

Meanwhile, Angie lifts herself up and pulls my penis out of her vagina.

Even though it's soft, my sensitive penis trembles as if reluctant to leave Angie's vagina.

As soon as she pulls out, a mixture of my semen and Angie's fluids spills out, wetting her thighs.

How much did I release?

Isn't this the largest amount ever?

Even covered in our fluids, Angie's labia are still beautiful.

Compared to the first time, they might be redder and thicker, but I don't mind at all.

Usually, just one look at them is enough to make me hard immediately, regardless of time or place.

But today, the fact is that I'm not recovering and still small is unusual.

As I struggle to get hard, Angie starts touching herself.

With slow movements, she scoops up the fluid that has spilled from her vagina.

With a slightly flushed face, she tenderly plays with the mixture of her own fluids and my semen.

Just when I thought she had sufficiently enjoyed the texture, smell, and temperature of the mucus, Angie's tongue was placed on her palm.

At the same time as the sound of licking echoed, I could tell from the movement of her throat that Angie was licking off the fluid.

It was an abnormal sight—an absolute beauty relishing my semen in such an indecent manner.

Besides my crotch, I felt something hot lodging deep in my abdomen.

Usually, just seeing such a scene would make me erect and push her down.

But now, I'm so depressed that I don't even have that kind of energy. It's pathetic.

After drinking it all, Angie approached me again.

She looked at my crotch as if burying her face in it.

My limp penis remained as small as ever.

I felt an overwhelming urge to cover my face out of embarrassment.

The more I panicked, the more I wanted to curse my unresponsive penis.

Despite my pathetic state, Angie looked at my crotch lovingly.

Her gaze was similar to how she looked at Lionel and Ariel with affection.

To Angie, I seem to be on the same level as a child who needs care.

As a husband, it's utterly pathetic, yet at the same time, I was unreasonably excited.

After giving birth, Angie had become overall rounder.

Her personality became gentle, and her body was softer with more flesh.

Her embrace was both a good medicine and a unrelenting drug for me.

Angie's presence had grown so significant in me that sometimes I just want to be spoiled by her.

Angie buried her face even deeper into my crotch and slowly ran her tongue over my penis.

With each movement of her tongue, my penis twitched and writhed with pleasure.

"That can't taste good," I said, stopping Angie's movement.

When our roles reverse like this, it feels somewhat embarrassing.

This might be the first time Ange has sought sex from me in such a manner.

"Indeed, It's far from delicious. Referring to it as a delicacy would be laughable.""

"Then why don't you stop?"

"I can't do that. This is the seed that Leon gave me out of his love. I don't want to waste even a single drop."

Honestly, I'd rather you treat it poorly because it's embarrassing.

"Did you save it up during the war? You're ejaculating so much."

"Well, it wasn't exactly a situation where I could indulge in self-pleasure."

"I've heard that some astute merchants would bring prostitutes to the battlefield to provide comfort. Surely you didn't use their services?"

Sexual desire is one of the three basic human needs, but it's not essential for survival. When you're unable to sleep properly due to gunfire and supplies are scarce, eating and sleeping become the ultimate luxuries. Only those with the luxury of money and energy would seek out women.

"Rest assured. I'm devoted to you, Angie. I have no intention of being with other women."

"So, you never indulged in self-pleasure?"

"...I'll remain silent on that."

"No, you must confess properly."

As she said this, Angie tightened her grip on my penis.

Please stop; the worst-case scenarios running through my mind are making my testicles shrink.

"I don't remember the exact number. I don't think it was more than ten times."

"I've heard that men need something to focus on when they masturbate. What did you think about?"

"That would be you, Angie."

That much is true. The stress and exhaustion of the battlefield would sometimes make me recall the feel of Angie's soft body, causing me to get an erection. I would secretly indulge in self-pleasure in the private officer's room provided to me. Even though I think such behavior should be excused, Angie remained displeased.

"What are you so upset about?"

"I'll allow you to masturbate while thinking of me. What I can't stand is wasting your precious seed."

"You're not going to start accusing me of cheating, are you?"

"If your seed is wasted, even on a tissue, I can't overlook it. You should always give this much to me."

"Please understand, it's a biological necessity."

"I should have just put a chastity belt on you."

"Usually, it's the husband who puts it on the wife when he's away."

"Don't worry, I'll wear one too."

"You don't need to go that far, I won't cheat."

"No matter what, I can't forgive you for releasing your seed anywhere but with me."

"... Are you jealous?"

"Shut up, why are you only perceptive in these situations?" 

[T/N - yeah angry of Hand yeah~~~~😒]

[P/R- Hey I won't forgive you for insulting my precious hand , the same hand that help get through my teenage years my post-brake up trauma & still continue to walk by my side till this day]

Angry, Angie pinches my thigh!

"As a noble's wife, there are times when she must accept her husband taking concubines."

"I won't do that."

"You never know, people's hearts can change. You can't say for sure that you won't be attracted to other women."

"Do you have that little faith in me?"

"To begin with, it's your fault, Leon. Even after coming back safely, you're still bedridden. Am I just useless now that I've had a child?"

"That's unreasonable!"

"Shut up! Do you have any idea how I felt waiting for you to come back?"

Why are we arguing like this?

"I prayed for your safety the whole time. I was always worried I might never see you again. I wanted to confirm our love as soon as you returned."

After shouting, Angue's attitude softens a bit, perhaps feeling a bit relieved.

"Yet here you are, always brooding and worrying alone. The only ones you pay attention to are the children. Am I just a tool for managing the estate and bearing children?"

"I don't think of you like that at all."

"Even though you usually hold me roughly, when you're feeling down, you get to feel good alone and then act like we're in a rut, saying 'let's just go to sleep.' What is it, am I already useless to you?"

This is bad, Angie is seriously sulking.

This is the result of me only thinking about myself. I should have supported her earlier.

I don't know if it's too late, but I have to apologize profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to neglect you, Angie. It's just that so many things happened and I couldn't keep up emotionally. I haven't lost interest in you, not at all."

I try to kiss her, but she turns her face away.

I'm slightly shocked since she usually doesn't reject me.

With no other choice, I try to kiss her cheeks, forehead, and neck, but Ange twists her body to escape.

Even so, I persist and kiss her.

I can't come up with sweet talk because I'm not well-rounded, and I don't have the money to buy expensive gifts.

All I can do is show my sincerity through my actions, kissing her repeatedly.

Gradually, I feel her resistance weakening, and then I kiss her lips.

I deliberately avoid using my tongue.

I approached Angie with love, not lust.

"I'm sorry. I was really wrong. If you leave me, I won't be able to live. Please stay by my side."

"...Have you really reflected on this?"

"I have."

"Then I forgive you. I was also being childish."

Finally, Angie cheered up.

"A lot of things happened, and I was flustered. I'm not very brave."

"If you want me by your side, rely on me a little. Otherwise, I won't know why I'm next to Leon."

"Maybe it's because we became parents. I don't want to show too many pathetic sides of myself."

Even though it was my declaration of determination, Angie seemed dissatisfied.

"It's a good sign that you've resolved to be a lord. I don't like that the trigger was children, though."

"Why?"

"Because you can't say 'for Angie's sake' at that point."

"You're included too, Angie."

"I'm not the most important. It's natural to want to be the most important person to the one you love."

"My wife is quite jealous."

"Then treat me with proper love, and I'll be satisfied."

Our lips finally met.

Since she had been so cold to me before, I made sure to be gentle so as not to upset her.

Having crossed the line between life and death multiple times, being able to hold her again felt like a miracle.

Angie's body was soft, warm, and moist no matter where I touched.

Just hugging her was more comforting than the finest cushion, giving me a sense of peace.

If I could fall asleep like this, I felt I could sleep deeply, but there was still the important task of satisfying the demanding young lady.

While kissing, I touched Angie's body.

If I started stimulating her breasts, buttocks, or vagina right away, she might reject me, so I began with her neck, abdomen, and limbs, creating a good mood gradually.

This was something I learned from experience after holding Angie many times.

Whether it was due to the bloodline she inherited as the daughter of a duke, or because of some effort she made that I didn't know about, her skin was smooth and felt amazing to touch.

I never got tired of stroking her.

While adjusting the pressure like a massage, gently but occasionally more firmly, I caressed Angie's body until her breath gradually became sensual.

Only then was I allowed to touch her ample breasts, buttocks, and moist vagina.

I stroked her buttocks with my left hand while massaging her breasts with my right.

Angie's breasts were large and soft enough for my fingers to sink into.

I wanted to monopolize these breasts so much that I asked Angie to wear clothes that covered her chest.

Even then, the prominence of her breasts under her clothes often made me so aroused that I couldn't help but push her down a few times.

Her nipples, though large, were highly sensitive.

Every time I sucked on them and watched her stifle her moans, I got extremely excited.

When I deliberately made noise and bit her nipples gently, they grew harder and larger.

Until about six months ago, her nipples would ooze milk when stimulated, but now they only got wet with my saliva.

During her pregnancy, I had enjoyed Angies milk to my heart's content, but after the childbirth, I couldn't suck her breasts for breastfeeding and had to refrain from sex, which was torture.

If Angie got pregnant again, I wanted to savor her milk fully.

While thinking about that, I raised my left hand from her buttocks and used both hands to squeeze Angie's breasts simultaneously.

As I enjoyed her breasts, I buried my face in her cleavage.

This was my private place, even our children who drank her milk didn't know it.

Burying my face and shaking it side to side made her soft breasts ripple and push back against me.

"You really love my breasts huh, Leon."

"It's because they're yours, Angie. No other woman's would do."

Even in the royal capital, where I saw many women, I thought none were as beautiful as Angie.

Burying my face in the exquisite woman's breasts and enjoying their softness.

There would be men willing to spend any amount of money for that, but fortunately, Angie was my wife.

The sense of superiority from being able to monopolize these breasts erased any hesitation in my heart.

Angie became my wife.

Just that alone made me feel that my life was worthwhile.

After thoroughly enjoying her breasts, we began to play with each other's genitals.

I gently moved my hand from her abdomen to her crotch.

I stroked her well-shaped navel and slowly moved downward, touching the soft, light-colored pubic hair.

I felt something hard within the hair, which was Angel's clitoris.

As I pinched it and enjoyed its firm texture, her heated breath hit my body.

When I lowered my hand further, I felt the hot, moist sensation of her newly secreted love juices pushing away the semen I had just released, overflowing more and more.

As I slowly inserted my fingers, her plush vaginal walls tightly gripped them.

Though my instincts responded to the sensation, my penis was only half-erect.

The more I rushed, the worse it got. Lately, I've only been showing Angie my pathetic side.

"Leon, could you sleep for a bit?"

Following Ange's instructions, I lay down on the bed, and she draped herself over me.

However, our positions were such that each of our genitals was exposed in front of the other.

Angie's soft body pressed against my hard one, changing shape.

The softness characteristic of a woman's body was conveyed from her chest and stomach, which were pressed against me.

At the same time, Angie's hand covered my penis.

I braced myself, wondering what kind of stimulation would come from her touch, but no pleasure came.

It was just gently wrapped as if she were holding something fragile.

The warmth from her fingers and palm felt good.

She kneaded it with slow movements, but they weren't movements meant to stimulate, just purely gentle.

The caresses, devoid of lewdness, instead felt somewhat lacking, stimulating my sexual desire.

While squirming from the sensations transmitted to my lower body, I couldn't take my eyes off the genitals in front of me.

Soft-looking pubic hair, a clitoris that had become hard with the skin peeled back, labia moving as they dripped with love juices.

All of it stirred my sexual desire through my eyes, ears, and nose.

Excited, I slid her shorts to the side, completely exposing her vagina in front of me.

Her fully shifted shorts now failed to cover anything, leaving her anus exposed as well.

Compared 

to the surrounding area, Angie's list tightly puckered anus, darker in color, was beautiful.

I couldn't help but marvel at how even the excretory organs of a truly beautiful woman were lovely.

When I lightly poked it with my finger, a cute moan reached my ears.

"Hey, that's not fair."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"Good grief. No sudden touching."

"So, it's okay as long as it's not sudden?"

As I began caressing her anus, her muffled voice gradually grew more seductive.

I traced the surface of her anus with my fingers, and when it twitched, I inserted one finger.

The warm, slippery feeling transmitted to my fingertip.

As I moved it slowly, the tightening grip around my finger became increasingly enjoyable.

"Stop it already."

Maybe I went a bit too far.

Angie, looking somewhat angry, pulled away from me.

"I understand you're interested, but don't play around too much."

"It seemed to be quite a bit comfortable, though."

"…I prepared for this."

"What?"

"Shut up! I said I prepared myself so that it wouldn't matter where Leon used me!"

At this point, I genuinely started to feel sorry.

Did she want to have sex with me that badly?

"I'm sorry. If you don't like it, Angié, I won't do it anymore."

"You always say such noble things, but you never stop humiliating me, Leon."

"I can't help it because I love you, Angié. It's the same as before I went into battle."

"Do you want to embrace me, or do you want me to bear your child? Make it clear."

Just before going into battle, I was driven by a strange impulse, thinking I might die, and I persistently embraced Angié so I wouldn't forget her.

Now that I've returned, just thinking about that time makes me want to bury my head in my hands.

"It's not that I embrace you because I need a child..."

"Then it's for sex?"

"That's part of it, but it's a little different..."

"What do you mean?"

There was no escaping Angié's relentless questioning.

"I love you, Angé. I love you, so I want to have sex with you. I love you, so I want you to bear my child."

I said it. I actually said it.

These kinds of embarrassing lines don't suit me at all.

I never received a proper noble education, so I can't come up with the kind of sweet words that would satisfy a former duke's daughter.

Angié seemed amused by my reaction and laughed cheerfully.

"Very well, a special service for my honest husband."

With that, Angié began licking my penis again.

This time, the intensity was different.

It was no longer the gentle caress meant to cherish my penis but an intense action to extract semen.

Angié noisily slurped and sucked on my penis, her face contorted.

The way she looked up at me with seductive eyes, stimulating my sexual desire.

I never imagined Angié could have such a lascivious side.

As I reveled in the superiority of knowing a side of Angié that no one else did, my penis became increasingly engorged with blood.

By the time Angie paused her oral service, my penis had regained its full hardness and size.

Seeing the immediate effect of her service, Angié lay prone on the bed and raised her hips high.

She slowly removed her shorts, revealing her wet genitals right before my eyes.

I knew that in literature, human genitalia are often compared to flowers because plant blossoms are their reproductive organs. But it's experience it completely different .

Her wet genitals glistened like a red rose covered in dew.

Angié's hands moved to her buttocks, slowly spreading her genitals open.

'Nyuchu..."

[T/N - I machine translate this because I couldn't come up with whatever the sound was]

My vision recognized Angie's genitals, my hearing picked up the wet, erotic sounds, and my sense of smell detected Angie's sweat and love juices.

Somewhere in my mind, I heard the sound of reason snapping.

In the next moment, driven by instinct, I inserted my penis.

"～～～～～～～～ッ！！"

My groan and Angie's stifled voice echoed through the room.

Unlike before, I didn't ejaculate prematurely, but that didn't change the fact that Angie's genitals were a masterpiece. It was as if Angie's genitals were perfectly made for my penis.

Every movement made her folds squirm one by one, licking and stimulating my penis. When I pushed my penis deeper into her vagina, the soft yet dense flesh pushed back against it. Yet, when I pulled out, it clung tightly to my penis, as if reluctant to let go.

The prideful yet passionate vagina seemed to reflect Angie's true feelings. Driven by the base and violent instinct to subjugate and make her moan, I moved my hips back and forth.

Focused solely on thrusting in and out of her vagina, I had no room to caress other parts of her body. All I could think about was moving my hips and violating her vagina.

After a while, I felt the head of my penis touch something hard and warm, freshly wetted. Realizing it was her cervix, my sexual desire was further inflamed.

I was the only one who could embrace and impregnate this exquisite woman in front of me. Her face, her chest, her buttocks, her limbs, her genitals, and her womb—all belonged to me.

"Does it feel good, Angie?"

Finally, I uttered my first words since we started.

There was no reply from Angie. But the tight clenching of her vagina spoke more eloquently than any words.

Responding to her vaginal reaction, I resumed moving my hips.

Forward, back, forward, forward, back, forward, back, forward, forward.

Moving repeatedly from the vaginal opening to the vaginal walls, and from the vaginal walls to the cervix, I ravished her.

"Ah, ng, uh."

Forgetting to stifle her voice, Angie began to moan.

I felt a heat building in my testicles and lower abdomen, signaling my approaching limit.

Quickening my movements, I attacked even more vigorously. Desperately holding back the flood of semen that threatened to break free at any moment.

Then, as the head of my penis struck her cervix more forcefully,

"ッ！！"

Sensing Angie's climax through her moans and the spasms of her vagina,

"Vuh!!"

My penis swelled and released semen inside her vagina, gradually shrinking afterwards as I trembled with post-ejaculatory fatigue.

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Entwining our entire bodies together. Not just our genitals, but also our mouths, hands, fingers, and feet.

After ejaculating a second time, I didn't pull my penis out of Angie's vagina.

At the moment our proper sex in months ended, I found Angie unbearably dear.

I hated the thought of separating from her more than anything.

Perhaps Angie felt the same way.

Slowly, she began to remove the clothes she had been wearing.

Naked, Angie was as beautiful as ever. In fact, her body had become even more attractive after experiencing childbirth and gaining a bit more flesh.

I gently covered the now-laying Angie on the bed.

Touching her lips, placing my hand on her chest, and holding her buttocks, I embraced her.

It wasn't a lustful hug, but one conveying pure affection.

Usually, we would have a trivial pillow talk after climaxing, but I didn't feel the need for it.

Even though our bodies were touching each other, our hearts were strangely calm.

We entwined our tongues, fingers, and legs.

Even just that was enough to fill our hearts.

When I looked down at my lower body, my penis, which had been struggling to get erect earlier, was now standing tall without me noticing.

Usually, once I get an erection, I can't wait to insert it into the vagina, but strangely, my heart was calm, and I didn't feel like inserting it.

When we embraced each other more tightly, my penis pressed against Angie's smooth stomach.

Even though my penis, hot with arousal, showed excitement, we were both absorbed in gently holding each other.

Angie softly guided my penis towards her genitals.

The glans split the labia and was inserted again.

There was no roughness like the earlier sex.

Even intertwining our genitals seemed like an inelegant expression of affection.

No, it felt like we could understand each other's presence so deeply that even exchanging words seemed cumbersome.

No matter what we did, our hearts remained calm and filled with a sense of satisfaction.

I tried moving my hips back and forth.

Compared to rough sex, the pleasure was lacking.

But I was happier than I could ever be.

When I moved my hips slowly and took my time, it felt so pleasant that I sighed.

The glans touched the cervix again.

The stimulation was so pleasurable that it felt like my hips were going to give out, and I felt pre-ejaculate leaking from my penis.

I rubbed the glans against the cervix.

Even though I was barely moving, it felt so good it was almost like an illusion of climaxing.

I felt Angie's body tremble, and the next moment, her vagina tightened around my penis, signaling her climax.

Our lips parted as if to take a breath.

It was a quiet sex with no moans, wet sounds, or the sound of bodies slapping against each other.

Even after climaxing, Angie's vagina continued to hold my penis.

It wasn't tightening; rather, it was a gentle, enveloping movement of the vagina that made me climax next.

The amount of semen ejaculated should be less than before.

Yet the semen slowly traveling through the urethra and being released into the vagina felt incredibly good.

After the ejaculation ended and my penis shrank, Angie's vagina, having experience the climax, gently squeezed it.

We climaxed alternately, stimulating the exhausted partner and helping them recover.

Like the mating of snakes, Angie's and my bodies intertwined, switching up and down, left and right, continuing to join.

I fell into the illusion that we could have sex infinitely.

Still, the body has its limits.

Just before I was completely spent, feeling that any more would be dangerous, we reached the very edge.

Feeling her limit too, Angie began to tighten her entwined limbs, reluctant to let go.

We pressed our bodies together as if to connect at an even deeper level.

I left my mark on the parts of Angie that even she couldn't touch.

I pushed my hips forward and upward, seeking out the places that felt the deepest pleasure.

The next moment, my penis touched the most pleasurable spot at the deepest part of her vagina.

Her vagina contracted as if to squeeze out the last drop.

At the same time, my penis trembled, and the last drop of fresh, life-filled semen created by my testicles was released.

The last climax was the longest and most pleasurable we've ever experienced.

To endure the overwhelming pleasure, we held each other tightly, trying to anchor ourselves with each other's bodies.

As the wave of climax subsided, we finally felt at ease.

It was probably the most emotionally connected sex I've ever had with Angie.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

There's a rumor that love burns brighter when you're apart.

If I think of my enlistment as a way to grow closer to Angie, maybe it was worth it.

But I never want to go through that again.

Lying next to me, Angie was already breathing softly in her sleep, exhausted.

I gently stroked her smooth golden hair to tidy it.

As long as Angie is by my side, I'm sure I'll be okay.

Everything is fine, so I'll get a good night's sleep and start fresh tomorrow.

I hugged Angie's body close and pulled the blanket over us.

Holding my beloved wife, I closed my eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep without any fear.

We were so exhausted and sore from our intense sex that we ended up bedridden, only returning to work two days later.

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Authors Note

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It seems that sexual compatibility is also an important factor for marital harmony. 

So I compared the level of intimacy between intense and gentle sex and decided to include both. (This extended the posting period...)

In the next epilogue, the Leon arc will conclude.

The subsequent story will be written around the time the second season of the anime or the manga adaptation's Kingdom arc ends. (I'm gradually working on the outline.)

P.S.: Thanks to the client, I had illustrations drawn by Ero Daisuki-sama and Fenao-sama. Thank you very much.

Raw-Link .

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Translator Note

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This chapter has illustration check out in the raw

And if somebody wants to know why I don't include illustration in the translation because A PATRON paid illustrators to draw those and I don't gave permission to post these, thus the links.