Episode 105. Witch (1)

“Huu, huu….”

When I came to my senses, Vera-nuna was exhausted from having sex and had fallen asleep. I did torment her for a very long time… but even if she’s tired, how can she fall asleep while her boji is being pounded? Even when I move my waist, she only mumbles in her sleep. My excitement is ruined. I pulled out my penis and watched the semen I had filled her boji with all night flow out, then lay down next to Nuna.

It’s safer to go back to my room and sleep… but I’m too lazy and tired to do that. Outside the window, the sky is brightly blue. It’s not dawn, it’s morning. I’m a little sleepy too… I should get some sleep. Just as I was thinking that and closing my eyes, ttok-ttok- I heard a knock on the door.

“It’s Daria.”

“…Come in.”

Since it’s Vera-nuna’s room, I couldn’t answer. If it had been another maid instead of Daria, I would have gotten a look that said, ‘Why are you coming out of there…?’ Even though it was early in the morning, Daria, looking perfectly put together, said to me.

“The Count-nim is looking for her husband.”

“…Now?”

“Yes.”

She wakes up really early. Or, did I have sex until late? Anyway, since Monica sent someone to find me, there was no time to sleep. I should wash up quickly… and come back to sleep.

The next morning, Edward, who had been summoned to Monica’s office, took out a gift in front of her.

“This is that maple syrup? Thing?”

“Uh, yeah….”

Monica, who was in a good mood because her husband had arrived a day earlier than expected, accepted the gift Edward handed her. She was going to put him to work as soon as he returned, but he brought something like this. She had only seen it in books, and this was the first time she had actually tasted it.

With the brightest face Monica had seen recently, Monica said. As he remembered, even before the regression, Monica liked sweet foods. She said that just smelling it relieved her stress. He didn’t really understand it, though.

Ppong-

As she opened the sealed syrup jar, a cheerful sound and a sweet smell filled Monica’s office. In a good mood, Monica put her finger in and scooped up some syrup.

Ttchop-

She sucked on it. Smiling at the electrifying sweetness, Monica quickly managed her expression and spoke again with the dignified appearance of a female Count.

“Hmm, hmm. The order to return without injury… you followed that well enough, and you even brought a gift. Good job.”

“…I just did my duty as a knight.”

She didn’t want to nitpick about a slight finger injury on such a pleasant day. Monica read the documents Edward handed her again. The documents that Viscount Constantine had given Edward just before he got on the carriage contained information about the regular trade of maple syrup and other goods. She didn’t like the Mountberne Family’s attitude of trying to cut ties when they got married, but Edward had used some trick to bring this. She was very worried when that Franchello or whatever guy took him, but this is a better result than expected.

“If this is the duty of a knight, then all those old knights who occupy one village at a time and only collect taxes should have their heads chopped off.”

“…Why go that far.”

She liked that he didn’t use honorifics or that strange, unpleasant semi-honorific speech. In a good mood, Monica praised Edward honestly. She felt a little sorry seeing Edward listening with an awkward expression as if he wasn’t used to it, but she tried even harder not to show it.

‘An awl is bound to poke through the pocket anyway.’

At first, she tried to suppress it as much as possible. Not being able to get married even at this age is a huge flaw for a woman as well as a man, so she just needed a husband to stand next to her like a scarecrow. Someone who could have children, and who was handsome enough that she didn’t feel bad looking at him. As such a husband.

‘…This man might be okay.’

But Edward was different from those she had met so far, who, except for their lineage, were no different from commoners with swords rolling around on the street. In the first place, she wouldn’t have allowed him to stand next to her if he hadn’t been at least that good. Men who reminded her of her incompetent and ill-tempered father were objects of disgust to her.

So at first, when he won the tournament, she thought it was obvious because it was a fixed game. An unexpected variable appeared in the middle, but it seemed insignificant. But then he found out about Baron Enicson’s rebellion, which he was planning somehow, and suppressed it effectively. Even then, she hated men for some reason, and there was something that changed her mind when she tried to dismiss it as nothing.

The younger sister of former Baron Enicson, who helped suppress Baron Enicson’s territory. And Baron Jack Daniel-Monica gave him the surname Daniel herself-who married that woman and took over the barony, was more capable than expected. Every time she heard the news that he was wearing a blue helmet and personally clearing out the barbarians coming down from the north, she wondered how strong Edward was to have defeated him.

And Edward was talented in various fields. This time, he showed his ability in the commercial field, not in combat, by obtaining these trade rights. It was a waste to prevent someone with such abilities from doing anything. Monica, who had changed her mind, decided to use Edward more importantly.

‘He even studies after I nag him a little. He listens well.’

He’s capable, doesn’t do strange things, and listens well. He’s not stupid either. He’s also good-looking… Monica wondered why she had hated him so much.

“Hmm, hmm. Anyway. It seems like only yesterday that you couldn’t even read a single letter, but you did quite well for you.”

‘What should I give him as a reward?’

Her mother, Vera, said that men consider being recognized very important. In other words, if they do a good job, they should be given a reward that suits it. Monica, who had heard that for the two months Edward was away, was troubled by the situation she faced as soon as Edward returned. It wasn’t in her nature to say cheesy and insubstantial things like, ‘You did a really good job.’

“Umm, what do you want….”

“Huh?”

‘No, I can’t ask something like that directly.’

Shouldn’t superiors be able to understand the hearts of their subordinates? But she didn’t know enough about Edward to do that. She should have talked to him about something. When you don’t know what the other person wants… that’s right. She decided to give him what she liked the most.

Puk-

“Say ‘ah’.”

“…?”

“Quickly.”

Monica put a lot of honey on her finger and held it out to Edward. She thought that no one could dislike sweets. Edward, frustratingly, seemed to pull back…

“I’ve eaten a lot of it since I was young, so I’m okay….”

‘Oh, that’s right….’

It was something she hadn’t thought of. Maple syrup is a specialty of Mountberne, and Edward is from Mountberne. But her pride wouldn’t let her admit that.

“So you’re not going to eat it?”

“No, no. I’ll eat it.”

‘You should have done that from the start.’

Why did she always have to say it one more time? He’s going to listen in the end anyway. He listens well, but he loses points in this area. Eventually, Edward licked her finger.

Ttchok.

“Eup…!”

Feeling the sensation of his tongue gently wrapping around her finger, Monica got goosebumps and quickly pulled her hand away. It was completely different from when she sucked on it herself. She got goosebumps in a different sense than when she saw something scary or disgusting. With her back to Edward, who was standing still as if embarrassed, Monica said.

“You’ve eaten enough, right? You must be tired, so go and rest.”

She heard that he had arrived last night, so even if he had slept until this morning, he must still be tired. In fact, he looked tired around his eyes. Fortunately, Edward greeted her and left the room, as if her guess was correct. She thought she was glad he didn’t show a strange expression.

She still felt strange on the index finger of her right hand that she had held out to him. She should have just brought a spoon or something and had him eat it with that. She shouldn’t have given it to him with her hand. She felt frustrated by Edward’s hesitant appearance, but she realized that he might have hesitated and paused because it was a little awkward to hold out her finger and tell him to suck on it.

“Did I give the reward correctly….”

Edward didn’t seem to like it that much, and her dignity as the Head of the Family didn’t seem to be there either. As she was troubled by the thought that she hadn’t given the reward properly, her right hand came into view. Her finger still had a little syrup on it, because she had pulled it away so quickly.

“…”

Haljjak.

“I feel weird….”

She ate it because she didn’t want to waste the remaining syrup, but it seemed like she ate more of Edward’s saliva than syrup. The sweetness was much weaker than what she had eaten earlier. But… she didn’t feel bad. She licked her finger until it was clean, then came to her senses and wiped it with a handkerchief. She couldn’t lose her mind like this from the morning…. She pulled herself together and started her day as Countess Yulstein. There was still a lot to do, starting with the newly acquired trade rights.