Arc-4 Ch-3.5(2)

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.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

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.

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.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I’m about to come.”

“You may, you know.”

“Not until you climax, Angie.”

“I’m already more than satisfied.”

“That’s not enough. I want you to climax so hard you’re utterly smitten and fixed on me.”

“Oh, honestly…”

*Gyukyuuu* ♡

Her vagina suddenly constricts, the intense pressure assaulting my penis with a pleasure surpassing anything prior. I groan involuntarily, and Angie gazes at me, her eyes glinting with amusement at my ungainly state. This lascivious allure, so unlike her usual noble and gentle demeanor, sends shivers down my spine.

“I know you’re tender, Leon. But your teasing leaves me wanting.”

“I’m just worried about you and our child.”

“You stoke my desire so fiercely, yet your gentleness is maddening.”

“Do you dislike my gentleness?”

“On the contrary, I adore it. That’s precisely why it feels insufficient.”

Angie twists her body to kiss me, our tongues entwining above while her lower lips envelop my shaft. Writhing atop me, her hips swaying, she exudes an uninhibited sensuality unimaginable in her usual poise. I alone—neither king, prince, nor magnate—am privileged to witness this facet of her. The sole man to possess this exquisite woman, my proprietary pride as her husband surges, fulfilling my masculine essence. Restraint is no longer possible.

*Jubbo* ♡ *Kyun* ♡ *Gupo* ♡ *Gyuu* ♡ *Gujju* ♡ *Jugu* ♡ *Juppo* ♡

In and out, in and out, I thrust relentlessly, devouring Angie’s body. My pace mirrors earlier rhythms, but the motion shifts— no longer merely up, down, forward, back, but twisting, probing her vagina from every angle. Already molded perfectly to my penis, her vagina absorbs these variations acutely.

“Hiaa! Ahn! Ooh!”

Beastly moans escape Angie’s lips, and I’m certain my own voice echoes similarly. Reveling in sensations my penis has never elicited before, I’m electrified by her newly explored depths. Kisses and caresses continue unabated; merely embracing her ignites an irrepressible thrill. Is this a rebound from abstinence, an awakening to new realms, or simply our shared passion as husband and wife? I can’t discern. What I know is that Angie is my perfect match, her nude form alone captivating me beyond any other.

My penis’s sensation has long vanished—or rather, it’s overwhelmed, sluggish to process such intense pleasure. The ache intensifies with each thrust, my testes tirelessly producing semen to impregnate the woman before me. Though already pregnant, Angie’s body seems eager to conceive anew, secreting love juices and clenching to milk every drop.

*Gujju* ♡ *Kyun* ♡ *Boju* ♡ *Gyuu* ♡ *Juchu* ♡ *Nyugyu* ♡ *Jubbo* ♡

Obscene wet sounds emanate from our union as we lose ourselves in each other. I crave to prolong this ecstasy, yet my limit approaches swiftly. My testes swell, brimming with semen; my penis, engorged beyond reason, spasms. One more thrust promises the ultimate release, but I pause, adjusting my aim to her most sensitive spot.

*Juzooo* ♡

I slide deep, grazing the front of her groin, just behind her clitoris—her deepest, most sensitive nexus, where her cervix descends in the throes of pleasure, yearning to conceive my child.

*Kottsun* ♡

“Ughhn!” ♡

“Hyaah!” ♡

The moment my swollen glans strikes her cervix, I feel semen surge, as if my testes have burst. Hot seed courses through my ducts, scorching my urethra before erupting into her vagina. Her clenching walls, ravenous for every drop, milk me as I revel in the ecstasy of release, our bodies pressed tightly together. Knowing such pleasure, it’s no wonder my mind fixates on sex.

Angie arches back in climax, her vacant eyes and drooling tongue forming an exquisitely lascivious tableau. 

*Pyu* ♡

Aroused by her expression, I pour my final drops into her depths.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Once the pleasure fully subsides, I exhale and release her. The exhaustion rivals that of creatures for whom mating is a mortal endeavor. Just three ejaculations, yet sleep beckons. I long to doze until morning, but concern for Angie, still trembling in orgasmic aftershocks, keeps me alert. Her gaze remains unfocused, her breathing ragged, punctuated by cries or moans. She needs cleaning again, or she’ll be unfit for public eyes. Yet, her vulnerable state rekindles my desire, my penis throbbing sweetly.

A wet sound interrupts my thoughts.

*Choro…* ♡ *Chororo…* ♡

From Angie’s groin, a golden liquid spurts, its distinct odor wafting. In the throes of climax, her body relaxed, she’s urinated. I press a towel to her groin, absorbing the flow as it grows heavy. Angie, still dazed, trembles with the sensation. The excess soaks the sheets, staining them. I should clean it promptly, but another thought consumes me.

“Remarkable.”

A peerless beauty lies defenseless before me. Even her accident doesn’t diminish her allure; the raw fact that such a woman urinates only heightens my arousal. My penis, already fully erect, needs no further coaxing. I enter her slowly, without preamble, thrilled even by the knowledge that the wetness isn’t just her love juices but urine. The mingled scents of sweat, arousal, semen, and urine stimulate my senses.

“Ah…?”

Angie’s consciousness stirs as I fully penetrate, her vagina reacting to my heat. Her bewildered, adorable attempt to grasp her situation only endears her further.

“What… why…?”

“You’re awake.”

“Why am I in your arms?”

“You got me aroused again. I’m taking you once more.”

“Don’t joke! Pull out!”

“Impossible.”

Her post-climactic vagina, lax yet uniquely constricting, feels molten, endlessly receptive. Her struggles to resist translate into exquisite sensations along my shaft. My testes, elated at another round, produce fresh semen. Each thrust dizzies me, as if my arousal transmutes directly into seed.

“Stop, please!”

“You provoked me, Angie, urinating right in front of me.”

“I didn’t!”

“It’s true.”

“Liar!”

As she writhes to escape, I hold her from behind, steadying her as she rises to her knees. Guiding her hand to the warm, damp sheet, I let her feel her own indiscretion.

“No… impossible…”

“Your little accident was utterly adorable. You can do it every time we make love.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Don’t clench so suddenly!”

Each flare of her anger tightens her vagina, a vicious cycle that hardens my penis further. Embracing her from behind, I continue thrusting in a half-standing, half-seated position. Her indignation only enhances her charm, tempting me to tease her further.

“I’ll clean up, so relax. Let’s feel good together.”

“Stop… tormenting me…”

“Sorry, it feels too good to stop.”

“Stop moving your hips!”

“Can’t.”

Each thrust elicits sultry cries from Angie. How could I possibly stop? I rest my hands near her breasts, slowing my movements. Intense stimulation might harm her, so I proceed gently, with care. Sliding slowly into her slick, warm vagina, or teasing her shallowly with quick thrusts, I coax softer, melting moans from her. Supporting her as she weakens with each cry, I cradle her trembling form, gently stroking her belly—home to our child.

As her pregnancy progresses, her belly will grow, restricting her movements. Like a fruit at its ripest, Angie now balances her usual figure with the fuller curves of pregnancy. This realization deepens my affection, pausing my caresses. My hips move unconsciously, the sound of her buttocks against me echoing in the bedroom. Angie’s expression, tinged with bliss, suggests she feels it too.

Our eyes meet, and, embarrassed by her enraptured look, Angie averts her gaze, her face contorting.

“You’re truly a vile, upstart country noble.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Why choose me over others?”

“Fate, perhaps.”

“You’re always so kind to me and our children, making it impossible to hate you.”

“I love you and our kids, Angie. Do you love me?”

“You know I do.”

“Say it properly.”

“I love you, Leon. I’m blessed to be your wife.”

“I love you too.”

Her confession flushes her cheeks, her vagina tightening further. Our mutual declarations warm my heart. To spare her shy tongue further words, I kiss her deeply, my tongue invading, drawing loud, slurping sounds.

*Lero* ♡ *Leroo* ♡ *Juu* ♡ *Jururu* ♡

Savoring her saliva, I can’t stop my hips—won’t stop. Fresh semen pools in my testes. Even if she resists, I won’t relent; I crave to flood her with my seed. She senses my mounting arousal, my penis growing harder and larger. Yet her noble pride and shy writhing only make her more irresistible, urging me to dominate her.

“Fu, un, fu, ff…”

“Ah, stop, your hips… no…”

“No good? Shall I stop?”

“No, it’s good, so good…”

“Good or not? Tell me clearly.”

“I don’t know… it feels so good, my mind’s going blank… I can only think of you holding me…”

Angie’s words blur, her mind overwhelmed by pleasure, unable to distinguish dream from reality. Seizing the moment, I revel in the power to speak freely, my arousal surging.

“What a vulgar lady. You’re mine alone, my wife!”

“I am… I’m your wife, Leon.”

“I’ll make you happy, Angie. I’ll care for our kids. No other woman matters. Bear me many children!”

“You’re… seducing me… while thrusting…”

“Fat or old, I’ll always hold you. Stay by my side, bearing my babies forever!”

“No…”

I’m indeed a vile, upstart country noble. I tease my adorable wife until she cries, earning her scolding. Yet, unrepentant, I hold her, intent on more children. My testes, swollen to their limit, demand release into her depths. My climax nears, as does hers. Her leaking breast milk, sweet and fragrant, wets my hand, her vagina convulsing around me.

“I’m about to come. Take it all.”

“Noo…”

Her speech slurs, but this enraptured expression is mine alone to witness. For the finale, I thrust gently to bring her to climax. Pulling back, I slowly stir her depths. Frustrated or fleeing, she writhes, her resistance weakening as I reach her core. Her vagina yields, its folds caressing my shaft like a tongue. Pressing my glans against her most sensitive spot, I grind, feeling the heat surge as my glans flares.

*Byuuuu* ♡

“Guhh!”

“——!”

I groan like a beast, while Angie bites her lip to stifle her cries. Her spasming vagina greedily drinks my seed, her pleasure undeniable. Exhausted by our slow but intense climax, we collapse onto the bed. Recalling our lovemaking, inhaling the musky air within our canopy, my softened penis hardens anew. Glancing at Angie, I see her vagina, still leaking our mingled fluids, staining the sheets. Reason crumbles before such lasciviousness.

*Chuppu* ♡

“Hyaahn!”

Her defenseless vagina welcomes my countless re-entry, her adorable cries spurring each thrust.

“Please, no more…”

“Relax, I’ll be gentle.”

“Liar, you’re moving…”

“Sorry, I love you too much to stop.”

“No… too much…”

“Does it hurt? Not good?”

“It’s good… so good, your gentleness makes me happy…”

“Then I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Noo…”

The usually poised Angie whimpers like a vulnerable girl, her cries irresistible. I can’t stop.

“I hold you because I love you. Don’t you want my embrace?”

“It’s not me… I didn’t know I could be this lewd…”

“When our child’s born, I’ll hold you again. You’ll bear many of my babies, right?”

“No… it’s too good, I can’t resist… I’ll conceive again…”

“Just because it feels good?”

“No, because I love you, Leon.”

“Mm.”

“Even if you’re a vile, upstart country noble, I love you.”

“You’re my world, Angie.”

Our words trigger our climax. As my penis swells, her vagina convulses in joyful release.

*Pyuuu* ♡

Love and lust transmute into semen, bursting deep within her. United, we collapse, spent.

That night, we made love until dawn, falling asleep exhausted and sleeping until evening. Though Angie scolded me, our playful intimacy—suckling her milk—restored our bond.

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Authors Note

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This is the longest erotic chapter to date. (Utterly exhausted.)  

I’ve fully incorporated the illustrations requested by the client.  

Much thought went into crafting the scenarios.  

I tried a different writing approach compared to previous adult scenes.  

I hope you enjoyed it.  

My heartfelt thanks to the client and artists for their tireless efforts.  

Addendum: Additional content was revised and expanded with illustrations from Shikotanu-sama and Bekkan-sama.

Artists Who Provided Illustrations:

- Gyoza-sama: Skeb  

- 05__sio-sama: Pixiv  

- Vierzeck-sama: Pixiv  

- Iketara_iku-sama:   Skeb

- Okamen-sama: Pixiv  

- Ichi-sama: Skeb  

- Shikotanu-sama: Skeb  

- Bekkan-sama: Skeb