Arc-4 Ch-3.5(1)

Angie sent me a cold, exasperated glare, but I don’t care. Does she have any idea how much I’ve been holding back until today? Pretending to be the gentle, gentlemanly husband for my wife has reached its limit.

Even so, I think I deserve more praise for not laying a hand on her out of concern for her heart and body.

“Alright, so what about dinner?”

“We’ll eat here. There’s a bathroom and a washroom attached, so we won’t need to leave the bedroom today.”

“The kids were saying they miss their mom.”

“Then why didn’t you bring them along?”

“Because I wanted to be alone with you first."

I’m not shameless enough to flirt with my wife in front of our kids. It’s my parents who are the weird ones, shamelessly getting lovey-dovey even at their age.

“What a terrible father, neglecting his own children.”

“I love the kids, but this is a separate matter.”

“Just hurry up and let the kids have their turn.”

“Fine, fine. Tonight, then.”

“And make sure you get your work done after playing with them. Don’t forget to clean yourself up before coming to the bedroom.”

“I’d hold you even if you were all sweaty, Angie.”

“No way. My pride as a woman is to always be beautiful in front of the man I love.”

“Got it. See you tonight, then.”

“Mm.” 

I kiss Angie’s lips as she closes her eyes, and as always, they’re soft and lush. If we stay alone in this bedroom any longer, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back much longer. Guess I’ll retreat like a good boy for now. I leave the bedroom, trying to distract myself from the heat in my body, but I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face.

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As the lights-out hour approaches, I head toward our bedroom. Hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing, I move slowly through the mansion, careful not to make a sound. Who would’ve thought my military training would come in handy for something like this?

I mean, come on, eating dinner, taking a bath, and heading straight to the bedroom would feel kinda awkward, right?

If Angie wasn’t ready yet, I’d hate for her to think, “Was he *that* desperate to sleep with me?”

My penis has been rock-hard and aching since I got out of the bath. Even wearing a loose gown after my bath, I was paranoid someone would notice my erection.

If my older sister, younger sister, or the servants caught me like this, they’d give me those cold, “Well, aren’t you eager” looks, and my reputation as the lord of this estate would be utterly ruined.

If my brother or Colin saw me, they’d probably just laugh without an ounce of sympathy. That’s why I had to wait in my study until the mansion went dark and quiet. I tried flipping through some dense academic book to calm my raging libido, but nothing sank in.

If anything, my groin was screaming, “Just go sleep with Angie already!” Come on, body, listen to my brain for once. The few dozen steps to the bedroom felt like they took forever. Standing in front of the door, I take a deep breath, muster the last of my courage and rationality, and slowly open it.

“Pardon me…”

I’m the lord of this mansion, yet I’m sneaking in like some illicit lover in the night. The bedroom is lit only by a dim nightlight and moonlight streaming through the window, and the silence is almost eerie. Where’s Angie? I scan the room, but I can’t find her anywhere. As I look around, I sense something behind me. Seems she was hiding in the bathroom. I turn around, and there she is—my beloved, beloved wife.

What the… Angie is standing in front of me, dressed in something outrageously seductive. Her upper body is barely covered by sheer lingerie—so sheer I can faintly see her peach-colored nipples. I said that twice because it’s *that* important.

Her lower body and limbs, on the other hand, are all in black. Black lace gloves that feel luxurious to the touch cover her hands, and black stockings accentuate the softness of her legs while subtly concealing her skin. The black panties covering her groin are so dark they completely hide her pubic hair and womanhood. Her neck is adorned with a black lace choker, and a sparkling necklace looks like it’s about to be swallowed by her soft, ample breasts. This outfit, which could be called vulgar by some, only enhances Angie’s allure.

No, that’s not it. It’s Angie’s beauty that elevates the magnificence of this outfit. But Angie herself looks a little displeased. Is it embarrassment from wearing such a provocative outfit? Anger that I took so long to get here? Or maybe nervous anticipation for what’s about to happen? I can’t tell.

As for me, I’m staring intently, burning this miraculous work of art into my brain. Part of me wants to call a painter to immortalize her like this, but the thought of another man seeing Angie in this state drives me insane with jealousy.

How long did we stand there, staring at each other, unsure of what to do? A few seconds? A few hundred? Before I know it, I’ve scooped Angie up and carried her to the bed. I grab her slender wrists to pin her down, restricting her movements. Then I bury my face in the valley of her breasts, reveling in their softness and warmth.

“Hey, Leon.”

Angie mutters something, but I don’t care. Is there anything in this world more important than enjoying my wife’s breasts? Nope, there isn’t. Breasts this big are practically a form of violence in their own right. Any man who sees a beautiful woman’s breasts like these would get an erection and pounce—it’s only natural.

But I’m not letting anyone else have her. Angie’s breasts are *mine*. Sure, I held back because they’re needed to nurse our kids, but that’s the only reason. The faint scent of sweat, her body odor, and a hint of milk mingle in the steamy warmth of her cleavage, intoxicating me. As I nuzzle my face back and forth, her breasts ripple and push back, but it’s pure bliss.

I haven’t even kissed or caressed her yet, and my erect penis is throbbing so hard it hurts, overwhelmed by the rush of blood. It wouldn’t surprise me if what’s leaking from the tip isn’t pre-cum but actual semen. The only reason I haven’t penetrated her yet is because I’m utterly bewitched by her charm and clinging to the last shred of my pride as a man.

If I entered her now, I’d probably climax instantly, and I can feel it coming. I don’t want to look pathetic in front of the woman I love, even if it’s a feeble attempt at male pride.

“Calm down, you’re being way too aggressive.”

“Can’t help it! It’s your fault for being so irresistible, Angie.”

“Fine, fine, just let go of my hands.”

“You won’t run away?”

“If I was going to run, I wouldn’t be wearing this.”

I loosen my grip and release her hands, and Angie rubs her wrists, glaring at me. I probably look like some bloodshot-eyed rapist who’s only thinking about ravishing her—and, well, that’s not entirely wrong. But at the same time, I genuinely want to be gentle with her, to make her feel good.

When I look at Angie again, a sharp pain shoots through my penis, and I let out a groan. Her beautiful face, soft breasts, slender waist, full hips, and shapely legs. The most beautiful woman I know is sitting on the bed, looking at me.

This is just unfair. How can my wife be *this* gorgeous? There’s no way I can hold back. I can’t take it anymore. Just looking at Angie is enough to make me climax. I wrap my arms around her waist and cling to her, like a child clinging to his mother. It’s pathetic, but I can’t help it.

“Leon, are you okay?”

“No way, absolutely not. This is cheating.”

“Calm down. Don’t get *that* worked up.”

“I’m telling you, it’s impossible. I can’t even have sex like this. I need to release once first.”

“S-sorry. What should I do?”

“…You said you’d do anything I asked, right?”

Maybe it’s a good idea to make a request of Angie here. When I tell her my desire, she blushes and nods.

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My vision is filled with the color of skin. No, there’s one spot in the center where the pigment is darker. Her large, puffy areola, usually a vivid peach color, is now closer to a deep red. The nipple at its center is even darker, like a ripe cherry, and I can’t take my eyes off it. Unable to resist, I take her nipple into my mouth, and the hard, slightly rough texture brushes against my gums and tongue. Each careful lick draws a muffled moan from Angie, but my view is blocked by her breasts, so I can’t see her face.

Still, I can feel her warmth and the way she’s supporting my body with her hands on my head and back. Sensing Angie’s kindness as she cares for me, I tease her nipple with my mouth while reaching out with my hand, feeling her soft flesh. One breast covers my face, while my hand caresses the other. Their size and weight make me sigh involuntarily.

With my vision blocked, my other senses sharpen, making me hyper-aware of the magnificence of Angie’s breasts. I don’t know if I’m aroused because her breasts are amazing or because they belong to the woman I love. My erect penis throbs with maddening pleasure, making me writhe.

While I’m indulging in Angie’s breasts, she’s playing with my penis. Angie sits on the bed, her chest bared, exposing her breasts to my face. It’s the position of a mother nursing a baby, but instead of our children, it’s me—a grown man—suckling at her breast, which feels deliciously sinful. Her slender fingers wrap around my penis, caressing it with just enough stimulation to keep me on the edge of climax, so pleasurable it feels like I’m in heaven. Compared to masturbation, her touch is slower and gentler, almost hesitant, as she grips my penis and moves her hand back and forth Yet, that simple motion is so intense that I’m on the verge of ejaculating from sheer excitement. All I can do is lick her nipple, knead her breast, and squirm in pleasure.

“Leon, does it feel good?”

“Too good—I don’t want to cum yet. You’re *too* good at handling my cock, Angie.”

“I-I see…”

“I want you to do this every night from now on.”

“Stop it, I’m already embarrassed enough as it is!”

“I’m embarrassed too.”

I’m in the exact position of a baby nursing at its mother’s breast. But instead of wholesome breastfeeding, the goal is lewd ejaculation, which makes it feel incredibly depraved. To hide my embarrassment, I latch onto her nipple and graze it with my teeth.

“Nn…

I can tell from Angie’s heated voice that she’s aroused. Then, I start to taste a faint sweetness on my tongue. Angie’s breast milk. During her pregnancy with the twins, her breasts grew larger as her belly swelled, and she started producing milk. After giving birth and weaning the twins, the milk stopped, but since her third pregnancy was confirmed, her nipples and underwear have been damp from time to time during daily life or sex. Still, this is the first time she’s produced this much milk during her third pregnancy.

“Your milk’s coming out.”

“…It’s because you suck so hard every time you hold me. Or maybe because you keep getting me pregnant.”

“Let’s make the other one flow too.”

I focus on my fingers, intensifying the caress on her other breast. I roll and pinch her nipple, sharpening my senses, while my other hand kneads her breast. I’ve milked cows plenty of times, but I stimulate Angie’s breast with far more love and care. Of course, I keep suckling diligently at the other breast. After a while, my hand starts to feel a different kind of dampness—not sweat. Even with my vision blocked by her breast, it’s clear her milk has started flowing. While thoroughly enjoying her massive breasts, the pleasure of Angie teasing my penis feels like I’m in a dreamy paradise.

“You’re sucking so desperately. Are you trying to drink me dry?”

“Until the baby’s born, your breasts are mine, right? After Lionel and Ariel were born, there was never any milk left for me, so I was jealous.”

“They’ve finally weaned, so why can’t their father do the same?”

“Because your breasts are too irresistible. Maybe I keep getting you pregnant just so I can drink your milk.”

“Thank goodness humans can’t get pregnant while already pregnant. Otherwise, you’d probably keep me pregnant forever.”

I imagine Angie, pregnant over and over, her belly swollen, her breasts leaking milk. The lascivious image makes my hips buck involuntarily. Angie soothes my lower body with her caresses. She slowly strokes my cock up and down, gently cupping my balls with her other hand. Feeling the smoothness and warmth of her palm, my penis throbs with lust as she repeats the gentle, almost disciplinary caresses, like she’s taming a naughty child.

Even though Angie was raised as a refined lady, she has the strength to hurt my penis or crush my balls if she wanted. The fact that I can expose myself so vulnerably like this is because I love her with all my heart. Or maybe, deep down, I’d even be okay with her castrating me.

“Angie.”

“What is it, Leon?”

“I want to cum soon.”

“Alright."

Understanding my desire, Angie intensifies her stimulation of my penis. Her touch remains gentle, but she speeds up her strokes. The overwhelming pleasure makes my balls swell, blood and heat rushing uncontrollably to my penis, causing my lower body to twitch. Tormented by exquisite pleasure, I desperately suck on her nipple to avoid letting out pathetic moans. Angie gently strokes my head, like she’s comforting our children. The moment I feel her love, the final restraint snaps.

Time seems to stretch, and I can feel the thick, pent-up semen, stored for half a month, slowly traveling up my urethra, drop by drop. Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, I cling to Angie’s body, stiffening as sweet liquid floods my mouth. I gulp down the milk spilling from her aroused nipple, my throat making loud swallowing sounds.

*Spurt!*

Is the sound in my ears the thick semen shooting from the tip of my swollen penis? Or is it the sound of milk gushing from Angie’s breast?

*Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!*

Pressing my penis into Angie’s palm to urge my ejaculation, I melt into the pleasure. The gentle, indulgent climax feels as satisfying as wetting myself.

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After ejaculating, my lust-fogged brain finally starts functioning again. Angie stares intently at the semen coating her palm. Most of it splattered to the edge of the bed, staining the sheets. The canopy-covered bed is filled with the mingled scents of sweat, milk, and semen, a smell that stokes my desire.

*Slurp! Slurp!*

Looking toward the wet sounds, I see Angie licking and playing with the semen on her palm. The sight of her doing something so lascivious, so unlike her usual self, sends heat back to my just-ejaculated penis, though it’s far from hard again. But my brain, more honest than my body, drives me to cling to Angie again.

“H-Hey, you’ve calmed down by now, right?”

“How can I calm down when I haven’t even entered you? You’re always teasing me like this, Angie.”

“I’m not teasing. I just… thought it’d be a waste.”

“You need to understand a man’s heart a bit more.”

What man wouldn’t get aroused watching a beautiful woman lick semen? I slowly push her down, burying my face in her cleavage again for a few dozen seconds of indulgence. Satisfied, I take a breath and trail my tongue down her chest, past her sternum and navel, crawling like an insect. I reach Angie’s groin. Her black panties are so wet there’s no need to check.

“You’re soaked.”

“Of course I am after all that.”

“It’s not just from that, is it? Be honest.”

“…”

“Tell me.”

“…I touched myself a little this afternoon. You got me all worked up and left me hanging.”

“You’re the one who told me to wait until tonight! It’s unfair that I held back, but you got yourself off.”

“You know I wouldn’t refuse you. You could’ve just pushed me down.”

“Was it good?”

“Not really. I prefer being held by you, Leon.”

Angie, masturbating in the bedroom while I was working. Angie, wearing lewd lingerie, waiting for me to take her. Just imagining it makes me so excited I could get a nosebleed. Unable to resist, I press my face to her groin and suck.

*Slurp!*

Through her soaked panties, I stimulate her sex as if returning the favor. I want to touch and lick her directly, but I hold back. Angie is adorable when she’s embarrassed, but if I push too far, she might shut me out, and I’d rather avoid that. As a kid, I didn’t understand why boys teased the girls they liked, but after getting engaged to Angie, I finally got it.

Wanting to see every side of the person you love is only natural. Seeing Angie, already so beautiful, writhe in pleasure inevitably drives me wild. Holding her thighs firmly to keep her still, I lick her panties. The intense scent of a female in heat fills the air, making the lascivious atmosphere inside the canopy even thicker. As I keep licking her sex through her panties, hot love juices, too much for the fabric to absorb, wet my face.

The hot, sweet, viscous liquid feels like the finest honey, and I’m like an insect swarming over sap. After thoroughly caressing her vaginal opening, I target her clit, now visibly hard even through the panties, with my tongue.

“Fuu…”

Angie’s sweet, sultry moan fills the air. I’d been focusing on her vagina, but monotonous foreplay dulls the pleasure, so now I shift to her clit. I press my mouth to her groin, positioning my tongue right over her clit and licking. Each time I lick or nibble her swollen clit through the panties, more love juices drip from her vagina. But no matter how much she leaks, I refuse to touch her vagina directly.

This is preparation for the main event, ensuring Angie feels good when I enter her. As her body trembles with each attack on her clit, I don’t let up. I’m a gentleman, so I won’t touch her until she’s begging for my cock.

“Hey, Leon.”

“What?”

“Does… my body smell okay?”

“It’s fine. It smells amazing, actually.”

“Since getting pregnant, I’ve been sensitive to smells. Sometimes I feel like my body odor’s changed.”

“Mom said she went through that too. Didn’t you have this last time?”

“Every time I’m pregnant, it feels like my body’s changing. I worry you might end up hating me.”

*Slurrrp!*

“Ahh…”

I slide her panties aside and loudly slurp at her exposed vagina. Angie, afraid of me hating her, is so adorable I can’t stand it. Wanting to make her feel even better, to make her crave me, I resume caressing her vagina, which I’d been holding back on. Of course, I also target her clit, peeking through her golden pubic hair, as she desperately tries to hide her embarrassment. I part her coarse pubic hair with my tongue and lick her clit. Her groin radiates heat like steam, and I kiss her clit gently, with love rather than lust.

The next moment, her love juices gush out, and I realize Angie has climaxed. When I look at her face, she’s basking in the afterglow, her expression melted. But my penis has been rock-hard the whole time I’ve been pleasuring her. My balls, emptied earlier, are so active they’re practically making noise, urging me to take Angie now or they won’t settle.

I bring my lips to Angie’s melted face, tangling our tongues. Sweat, saliva, love juices, semen, milk. Drunk on the sensation of our bodily fluids mixing, I gently rub the tip of my cock against her vaginal opening, coating it with her love juices.

*Slurp…* ♡

The moment the tip of my penis slides into her vagina, both Angie and I shudder simultaneously. The warmth of our connected sexes fills my heart with a mix of reassurance and excitement—two opposing emotions. But I can’t forget that Angie is carrying our third child in her belly. I’m torn between not wanting to stimulate her too roughly, out of fear of harming the baby, and the way that very fear and danger fuel my desire.

Angie, looking somewhat blissful, is still lost in the dreamy afterglow of her climax. Feeling a pang of guilt, I kiss her cheek in apology and slowly, carefully begin to insert my penis deeper.

Her vaginal folds seem to welcome my penis, caressing it, while the walls push back as if rejecting me. The combination of sensations—tight yet soft, writhing and devouring—makes her vagina an exquisite masterpiece.

“Fah…? W-What’s happening…?”

It seems Angie’s consciousness finally starts to awaken once my penis is fully inside. Waking up to find a penis in her vagina must be quite a shock. She squirms, trying to push me off, but her movements only stimulate my penis further.

“Pull out, Leon! This is too much!”

“You didn’t refuse me, Angie. It’s harsh to say that after letting it go this far.”

“You’re being unreasonable! I didn’t want it like this!”

“I’ll make you feel good, so relax.”

“That’s not what I—! Hnn!”

A slight thrust makes her vagina clamp down tighter. At the same time, her love juices flow, letting me fully savor the warm, soft, wet perfection of her exquisite vagina . Each movement elicits cute little cries from Angie as she desperately tightens around my penis. There’s no way I could stop now after holding back for half a month.

“Alright, alright, just stop for a second!”

“No way. I’m going to let out all this pent-up desire on you, Angie.”

“Ugh… You really are the lustful beast the rumors make you out to be.”

Oh yeah, those rumors. They said I forcibly took Angie as my wife, made her sleep with me, and forced her to bear my children—pretty harsh stuff. It’s true that I was only able to get engaged to I lift Angie onto my lap as if handling something fragile, positioning her so she’s sitting on me like I’m her chair.

Angie prefers missionary, but I’m partial to rear-facing sitting positions. Kneading her overly ample breasts, pressing our skin together, and moving my hips slowly is one of the happiest moments of my life. As I thrust my hips while enjoying the feel of her voluptuous breasts from behind, my penis aligns perfectly with the slit of her sex. Each back-and-forth motion wets my shaft with the love juices overflowing from her vaginal opening, and my glans brushes against her clit, their hardnesses almost competing.

This isn’t just grinding—it’s practically sex. Each movement sends waves of pleasure through my penis, and I can’t tell if what’s leaking from my tip is pre-cum or semen. I want to penetrate her, to thrust deep inside Angie’s vagina and ejaculate to my heart’s content.

Her moans fill my ears with every thrust, and the amount of love juices wetting my penis keeps increasing. Lost in a dreamlike state, I thrust my hips vigorously. We’re no different from animals in heat now.

*Slip!* ♡

*Spurt!* ♡

“Ahn!”

“Ugh!”

I thrust too hard, and my glans slips into her vaginal opening, the pleasure causing a bit of semen to leak out. Like a snake swallowing its prey, Angie’s vagina greedily clings to my penis.

Wet, warm, and soft—I desperately want to plunge deep inside and savor her body. Still, I hold back out of concern for Angie’s heart and body. Continuing to caress her with shallow penetration intensifies the movements inside her vagina. It’s torture to keep pleasuring her without ejaculating, tormented by her exquisite vagina while suppressing my desire. As I thrust shallowly, rubbing the inner walls, Angie glares at me over her shoulder and stops moving.

*Squeeze!* ♡

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, her vagina tightens around my penis, each fold feeling like a tongue licking and sucking, the grip so strong I can’t move. A sweet ache fills my penis and balls, urging me to thrust. As I desperately hold back, Angie’s face draws closer. Her red tongue slips past her peach-colored lips, invading my mouth and writhing passionately. No words are needed—I feel her love and her urging. Unable to resist her lascivious plea to thrust deeper, I slowly push further in. Drunk on the sensation of her folds rubbing my glans, I reach the depths of her vagina, my penis filling her perfectly, like a sword in its sheath.

Her vagina is both lasciviously ravenous and devotedly serving the man she loves—an exquisite combination. My body trembles with the joy of holding my beloved wife. I want to move at the same pace as before, but Angie is pregnant and was bedridden until noon. Instead of being rough, I move my penis slowly and carefully, her warm love juices seeping out, making it even slicker.

Gently, so gently. Carefully, so carefully. I lavish her with caresses and kisses to make her feel even better.

*Squeeze! Clench! Slosh!* ♡

Each movement makes her vagina writhe, tightening around my penis and sending my hips jumping with pleasure. I can’t tell if I’m moving my hips on my own or if her vagina is luring me to move. All I know is that Angie’s vagina is the ultimate, custom-made baby-making masterpiece for me. My love to hold her gently and my lust to ravish her fiercely clash, freezing my movements. My penis throbs with heat, convulsing inside her. I know if I don’t calm down, I’ll ejaculate pathetically.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I’m about to cum.”

“You can cum, you know.”

“Not until you climax.”

“I’m already feeling good enough.”

“That’s not enough. I want to make you climax so hard you fall for me all over again.”

“Jeez.”

*Clench!* ♡

Her vagina suddenly tightens even more. I was already on the edge, but this overwhelming pleasure assaults my penis. I groan, and Angie looks at me with a playful glint, enjoying my pathetic state. Her sultry allure, different from her usual noble and gentle self, sends shivers down my spine.

“I know you’re gentle, Leon. But being teased like this is a bit frustrating.”

“I’m worried about you and the baby.”

“You’re the one who’s stoking my desire, so it’s your fault for being too gentle.”

“You don’t like me being gentle?”

“I love it. That’s why it feels like it’s not enough.”

Angie twists her body to kiss me. because the duke approved, and we were intimate even before our official marriage, so it’s hard to argue against the gossip. But it’s not all bad. If it means I get to have Angie as my wife, I feel like I could do anything. There’s something strangely thrilling about the idea of forcibly taking a refined duke’s daughter.

“That’s right. I’m a lustful beast, so I can shamelessly ravish a duke’s daughter like you, A-n-g-e-l-i-c-a.”

“…Leon?”

“…"

I’m mortified. That was *way* too embarrassing. I instantly regret the overly dramatic line. I could’ve just kept things normal and held Angie easily, but my stupid idea created an awkward atmosphere inside the canopy. To cover my embarrassment, I start moving my hips back and forth, focusing on pleasuring Angie.

“Fufu! To think I’d suffer such humiliation! You ill-mannered upstart!”

“…”

Somehow, Angie plays along with my act, matching my performance. And her acting is surprisingly convincing. Is this what refined noble ladies secretly crave—to be taken by a vulgar man?

“A beautiful and noble woman, just as the rumors say. That’s why you’re perfect as my wife.”

“You scoundrel! As if I’d ever acknowledge a man like you as my husband!”

We trade insults verbally, but our faces are smiling. We continue our roleplay as the ill-mannered rural lord and the disgraced duke’s daughter whose engagement was broken. I hold Angie gently, thrusting slowly while continuing to caress her. Angie wraps her legs around me, tightening her vagina to stimulate my penis.

 Despite the verbal sparring, it’s clearly the passionate sex of a loving couple, and the perverse contrast only heightens my excitement.

“You talk big, but your body’s honest. Your vagina’s devouring my cock so eagerly.”

“It’s just a physiological response. This humiliation—I can’t face the Redgrave family!”

“Then I’ll make you look even more disgraceful.”

“What are you planning?”

“I’m going to make you bear even more of my children.”

I lift my body slightly and knead her breasts. As I massage both breasts with my hands and pinch her nipples with my fingers, her vagina trembles, tightening even more. Angie, indulging in pleasure beneath me, is utterly captivating.

With a wife this beautiful, cheating is impossible—I’d have to keep her under constant watch to feel at ease. That insecurity might be what fuels my desire to keep getting her pregnant. To ensure no other man lusts after her, to claim her as mine, I want to impregnate her again and again. I’m the only male allowed to breed with this exquisite female. Even my twisted possessiveness, buried deep inside, I believe Angie would accept. That thought makes my desire surge uncontrollably.

To hide my filthy urges, I kiss her gently, and she tightens around me with each kiss.

*Slosh! Squelch! Slurp! Splat!* ♡

Our sexes intertwine with lewd sounds, lost in pleasure. It’s a miracle neither of us has climaxed or ejaculated yet—we’re that engrossed in sex. I’m certain that just a little more, some small trigger, and I’ll release inside Angie’s vagina.

“You stole my purity, forced me into marriage, and made me bear your children, you vile man!”

“Do you not care what happens to our kids?”

“Stop it! They’re innocent. They’re your children, but they’re my beloved children too.”

“Then accept your fate gracefully.”

“…Fine. I’ll bear your child, so stop.”

A duke’s daughter submitting to a crass, upstart rural noble, accepting her fate. It’s the kind of rumor bored noblewomen would love. But I’m starting to tire of the roleplay. Sure, it’s stimulating, but holding Angei the usual way feels several times better and more comforting.

“I love you, Angie.”

“I love you too, Leon.”

Those simple words are enough to fulfill us. Just being together is enough to satisfy us.

*Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!* ♡

My penis thrusts rhythmically into her vagina, and I know I’ll finish in just a few more strokes. As my penis swells, preparing to ejaculate, Angie’s legs wrap tighter, pulling me deeper. The moment my tip touches the deepest part of her vagina

—the most sensitive part, the cervix, where she nurtures our child—

*Spurt!* ♡

“Ughhh!”

“Aaah!”

We let out beastly roars and climax together.

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Translator Note

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Sorry about cutting the chapter in 2 ! Next part will come next Wednesday!  I really don't like translating smut .

Oh and Release schedule changed from "Sun-Mon-Wed-Fri" to "Mon-Wed-Fri" .