episode_0171

That night, after the wedding.

Tia and Fosao returned home, their expressions more excited than usual.

They were overjoyed that the ‘new life’ they had dreamed of and anticipated had finally come true.

First, they unwrapped the gifts they had received from the villagers.

[The Modaless Couple]

It was a wooden plaque engraved with their new name.

Fosao touched the plaque with a contented smile.

“I-It reminds me of Deseo.”

“That’s right! I was just thinking the same thing.”

“W-We also got married t-there, didn’t we? It was t-temporary, though.”

Tia bashfully smoothed the hem of her dress.

“Well, there’s no need to go all the way to Deseo to correct it now.”

“Hehe. Right! Tia is r-really my wife now.”

“…”

“You’re b-beautiful, Tia.”

The two looked at each other with eyes filled with love.

The attraction subtly signaled growing desire, and Fosao wrapped his arms around Tia’s waist as if embracing a doll.

*Swish.*

A large finger brushed the veil covering Tia’s face.

“This veil. Did T-Tia weave it?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“B-Because it’s a Brizedon tradition. R-Rina also wore a veil s-she made herself when she got married.”

“That’s right. I heard it from my aunts too… I’ve been making it for a few years.”

It was true.

It was a Brizedon custom for women to weave the veil they would wear for their wedding since girlhood.

Weaving a veil required a very long time, as it involved obtaining fine threads that appeared twice a year and delicately weaving them. So, unmarried women would work on their veils whenever they had spare time.

Tia had also made a veil. When I heard that Tia had taught Marie how to weave thread, I knew it was ‘how to weave a veil.’

But I didn’t mention it.

Because talking about ‘veils’ between men and women was implicitly forbidden.

This was because a woman would decide in her heart the man she would marry while weaving her veil.

Just as one would build a bond and date for a long time to achieve love with that man, she would weave thread by thread, imbued with her soul.

It was said that when the completed bridal veil was worn at the wedding with the desired man, only then was the woman’s love truly fulfilled.

Fosao, being a Brizedon native, knew this ancient tradition well.

He asked, “T-Tia, who were you thinking of when you w-wove the veil?”

Tia fell silent.

Seeing her distressed expression, Fosao waved his hands dismissively.

“I-It’s okay! I k-know it’s not m-me! I just a-asked.”

“…”

A fleeting expression of pain flashed across her face before Tia opened her mouth.

“Ritsu. I made it thinking of Ritsu.”

My heart sank heavily.

When was the last time I heard my name?

Tia had been so busy and preoccupied all this time. She probably had no time to think about me, no moment to recall me.

Still, it felt like a very long time.

No. Perhaps she had buried my existence deep in her heart ever since she put down the ruby necklace.

Perhaps if Fosao hadn’t asked just now, she might never have even called the name ‘Ritsu’ again in her life.

Then why did he ask?

He must have already known that Tia had woven the veil while thinking of me.

Fosao hurriedly apologized.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright.”

I expected a melancholic voice.

But it was nothing of the sort.

Tia spoke in a calm and clear voice.

“I really liked Ritsu from a long time ago. So when I was little, I thought… if I ever got married, it would be to Ritsu.”

“M-Mm. Y-Yeah. I thought so too, from what I s-saw.”

“But Ritsu…”

She swallowed her words with a bitter expression, then Tia shook her head.

“I’m sorry for talking about something sad on such a happy day.”

“N-No! Thank you for b-being honest. Hehe.”

Fosao said, as if comforting her.

“If R-Ritsu were alive… he would surely have been a g-good match for T-Tia.”

“…”

Feeling his hand pat her back, Tia leaned against Fosao’s large body.

And she asked in a distant voice, “Then I wouldn’t be able to marry Ajusshi. Is that really okay?”

“Th-That’s—sad, but.”

“The same goes for me.”

“The same?”

Fosao grinned and asked, “Does that mean, even if Ritsu w-were alive, you’d still m-marry me?”

“…”

“Huh?”

A blank expression appeared on her face. Tia looked confused.

It was as if she was imagining herself standing between me and Fosao, thinking, ‘What if Ritsu were alive?’

Standing in the center. She must have imagined which way her heart would lean between the two distant men.

Between now, married to Fosao, and an imagined future, married to me.

After weighing which would make her happier.

She must have made a decision.

Tia replied, “Let’s talk about this later…”

Neither Fosao nor I.

We couldn’t know the decision Tia had made in her heart.

But when I realized that my existence had, at some point, been replaced by the indifferent phrase ‘this conversation.’

It felt as if my heart had been sliced open by a sharp knife.

Was it because it was merely an imagination? Because the present was more important? Did she think comparing the living with the dead was meaningless?

Or was it truly because, even if I were alive, her feelings had become so complicated that she would hesitate between me and Fosao?

If that were really the case… had the ‘depth of my memory’ even been pushed aside by Fosao?

Tia said, “Honestly, even now when I dream, I see Brizedon. I remember the faces of the kind people, the sound of the wind in the mountains, the cuckoo’s cry, and the scent of Luvs herb.”

All that could be seen here were plains. The mountains were merely a few shallow hills. In the vast wheat fields, farmers drove cattle and herded sheep.

It was an unfamiliar landscape for Tia, who had grown up in the mountains.

“Ruyef and Marie… I miss them all. Ritsu… my precious friend whom I can never forget. But they all disappeared because of me.”

“Tia… N-No!”

“I must not forget. It’s my fault.”

“Y-You can forget, Tia.”

Fosao pulled Tia into a tight embrace.

“I-I’ll make you forget everything. Ritsu or w-whoever, forget it all. Just look at me. I’ll make T-Tia happy.”

“Ajusshi…”

“And from now on, you c-can’t call m-me ‘Ajusshi’.”

“Oh.”

He realized his mistake and blushed.

And, as a wife, she spoke the new name of the man with whom she would spend her life.

“Darling…?”

“Yes.”

Had Tia known it would come to this?

From that time at the noble banquet in Deseo, when she playfully called Fosao ‘darling.’

To this moment, truly becoming his wife.

To call him ‘Darling’ with all her heart.

The two, gazing intently at each other, slowly closed their eyes and pressed their lips together.

*Smooch. Kiss. Suck.*

Fosao wrapped his enormous arms around Tia’s head and roughly thrust his tongue in.

Watching the two passionately kissing.

I understood why Fosao had asked about the veil.

To completely erase the lingering feelings and guilt Tia had for ‘me.’

He had intentionally brought up the sad past that hadn’t been spoken of.

Like the snow that had melted all winter, and the flowers that were newly blooming in the grass.

To rise above the accumulated past and pledge a new beginning.

Only then could this beautiful, young bride truly become his own.

*Pop.*

When their lips parted, saliva flowed.

Fosao asked, “Shall we have sex?”

“Well… we have our baby in here. Is it alright?”

Tia pointed to her belly button.

Only a thin dress covered her naked body, revealing her fair skin.

“J-Just don’t do it too f-fiercely. We have to l-let the baby know too, w-who its daddy is. Hehe.”

“Ugh, really…”

Tia, with a helpless smile, gently pushed Fosao onto the bed.

Fosao, who had fallen onto the bedding, wore a dazed expression.

“Huh?”

“If darling climbs on top, our precious baby might get hurt, so I’ll do it.”

“Uh…”

*Slide.*

As she pulled off Fosao’s pants, his erect penis sprang up. As if adoring it, she buried her nose and lips in it, licking the shaft and the glans with her tongue.

After serving him devotedly, Tia then kissed the tip of the glans and began to climb onto his large belly.

Tia gently lifted the skirt of her dress. Her crotch was already thoroughly wet, slick with vaginal fluid.

She grasped his penis with one hand and slowly guided it into her vagina.

Firmly pushing it in until her lower abdomen fully met his.

“Ah…”

Tia let out a sigh of satisfaction.

“Good?”

“It’s good… It’s so good.”

They were husband and wife.

They were a couple recognized by the lord of Gordburg and all the villagers.

Although Fosao had already taken Tia’s first time.

This was their first time having sex since becoming husband and wife.

Before, there had been a slight anxiety about their intimacy.

Although their relationship was an open secret, Tia would often worry that her moans might leak out to the neighbors. After things got busy with tax issues, they hardly had sex at all.

But now, they could have sex freely. It was perfectly natural for a married couple to do a married couple’s business. Gordburg could only grow stronger if farmers bore many children.

No one would question them, even if rough moans filled the night.

No one would criticize them if they announced a baby, but would instead offer sacred blessings.

The young men of the village would secretly covet Tia and genuinely envy Fosao.

That was marriage.

A woman completely belonging to one man.

Watching Tia move up and down on him, Fosao asked, “T-Tia. P-Pledge again.”

“Ah—What…?”

“What you s-said at the wedding.”

“…Now?”

“It’s b-better that way. Hehe! Really m-mean it.”

Fosao held out both hands.

Tia took his hands, interlacing her fingers with his. And she whispered in a voice soaked with happiness.

“I… Tia Modaless… pledge to love you with my entire being…”

“Aaaah—! I l-love you—Tia!”

“Ah! Oh!”

Sweat flew.

Unable to hold back, Fosao suddenly flipped Tia, who was on top, beneath him. Then, shaking the layers of fat around his waist like a pig, he began to thrust into her wildly.

“I’ll make you h-happy, Tia. I love you.”

“Ah—♥ I love you too…♥”

Seeing the pure white dress fluttering helplessly in his embrace…

Tia looked like a bride married to a pig.

“I c-can’t hold it anymore! I’m c-coming—Tia!”

“Cum… Cum inside me, fill me up.”

Wrapping her arms around the back of Fosao’s neck, she whispered in an ecstatic voice, with tears in her eyes.

“Make my whole body… yours…”

“Aaaaah—!!”

With a gush, Fosao’s body trembled.

*Gurgle…*

The semen of the old man who had married a young wife did not stop.

Even after creating one child in Tia’s womb, it gushed as if with a fierce obsession to have a second and a third… to leave behind as many descendants as possible.

The semen was thick and sticky.

Fosao licked Tia’s panting lips and said, “I l-love you, honey.”

With a happy smile, she replied, “I love you… Darling.”