115. The Legal Wife

“So. Who was that woman earlier?”

Yuria sat me down at the dining table and began her interrogation.

I broke out in a cold sweat and desperately tried to explain, but she didn’t seem satisfied.

“So, you got close to an inquisitor named Rozie in the labyrinth, and somehow ended up in a relationship where she kisses your forehead?”

“Well… That’s a bit oversimplified, but… yeah, that’s about right. I don’t know how else to put it.”

When I couldn’t give a proper answer, Yuria grabbed the table and leaned toward me.

She frowned, then stared straight into my eyes-as if she wouldn’t let a single lie slip past her.

“Forget all that. Did you sleep with that inquisitor?”

At her blunt question, I shook my head. I could confidently say I hadn’t slept with Rozie.

She had just… played with my dick a little.

That was all.

“No. Didn’t happen. We just got a bit closer.”

“Really? You didn’t go at it in the labyrinth? Like, ‘Oops, my dick accidentally slipped in’ or some lame excuse like that? If you say that, I’ll actually kill you.”

“Of course not! What do you take me for?”

“A legendary playboy.”

“…”

I had no comeback. My relationships with women were too complicated to deny being a playboy.

“Listen, Shion. I’m the first wife. I won’t give up this position. Got it?”

It was a strong warning. She had given the same warning to Lady Leah-not to covet the position of first wife.

That she was the first.

Of course, I had no objections to her stance. She was the one I’d known the longest, and I knew how much she had devoted herself for me.

Hell, I was even living in this house for free.

“Yeah, of course. You’re the first. That’s right.”

“Good. And don’t you dare give your whole heart to some other woman, got it? Divide it fairly, but never forget that I come first. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.”

Yuria stroked my cheek, then kissed my forehead-as if trying to overwrite Rozie’s mark.

She must’ve been really bothered by it. I mean, seeing another woman kiss her man’s forehead right in front of her would piss anyone off.

From Yuria’s perspective, it was practically NTR.

If some guy had kissed Yuria’s forehead, I would’ve torn him limb from limb.

Putting myself in her shoes… If Yuria had gone into the labyrinth for two weeks and came back having gotten intimate with someone else…

“Yuria. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, I felt ashamed of myself.

I’d done something terrible to Yuria.

“It’s fine. No need to apologize like that. You’ve always been like this from the start. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to serve you as my master-that you’d have many women.”

“Well… yeah.”

“I understand. I just wanted to remind you that I’m your first priority. Anyway, that Rozie woman-is she strong?”

“Well… She casually strolls through packs of dungeon trolls. In terms of raw strength, she’s as strong as the Saint.”

Rozie was a born barbarian.

Helena speculated she was a survivor of the Deer Horn Tribe. If that’s true, Rozie was born to be a powerhouse.

“She beats dungeon trolls to death with her fists? What the hell… Is she even human?”

“Definitely human. She bleeds if you stab her.”

“Damn. I guess that’s an inquisitor for you. She’s crazy strong. Is she a Platinum Badge?”

“I don’t think she’s officially registered as an adventurer. She’s with the Church.”

“I see. So she’s just below Platinum Badge level, then.”

“Right? Her abilities are still around Gold Badge level, but purely in terms of physical strength, she’s just below Platinum.”

Yuria tensed slightly at the thought that Rozie might be stronger than her.

She had overpowered Lady Leah before, but this time, her opponent wasn’t someone she could easily dominate.

“Hmm. What’s her personality like?”

“Quiet. Kinda reserved? But once she has a goal, she charges straight through anything.”

“Quiet but sometimes reckless… So, is she serious about marrying you?”

“Well…”

“Why can’t you answer? Hurry up.”

“She, uh, said she wants to. But I told her she’d need your permission first.”

“Oh? So you actually told her properly? Good job.”

Pleased that I’d considered her feelings, Yuria patted my head.

She grinned, then pulled me into her arms.

“Exactly. You should always get the first wife’s permission. No cutting in line, right?”

“Right. You’re absolutely right.”

“At least she seems reasonable. She’s not trying to rape or kidnap you. She’s approaching this like a proper lady. A rare find.”

“Rape? Kidnap?”

“What, you surprised? Did you think men don’t get raped? In this labyrinth city, 40% of rape victims are men. Did you know that?”

“I didn’t.”

Good god.

There were that many men getting raped in this city? I had no idea.

“Well, most of them end up marrying their rapists, so it doesn’t get reported much.”

“They just… marry them?”

“Yep. Ask the guards-they’ll confirm it. You wouldn’t believe how often pretty boys get kidnapped. And how they end up falling for their kidnappers, marrying them, having kids… You’re better off not knowing.”

“Jesus.”

Right. This is the medieval era.

I’m from the modern world, and the people around me share similar sensibilities, so it’s easy to forget.

But if you dig into the incidents happening in places I don’t see, they’re all things that would be hard to comprehend with modern values.

“You think you’re safe? Women can be terrifying.”

That is kinda scary.

This isn’t even South America, but men getting raped is that common? It’s a wake-up call.

“So, you see? Don’t go giving your heart to just anyone, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good. You’ve got a safe woman right here. Stop looking elsewhere, okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be careful.”

“Good. You answer well. Come here. You must’ve been scared when I got mad.”

“Uh, yeah.”

After scolding me, Yuria suddenly pulled me into her chest and started comforting me.

Getting scolded and then comforted made me feel like I could just cling to her and act spoiled.

“You worked hard. Must’ve been tough in the labyrinth.”

“I thought I was gonna die.”

“Yeah. Fighting those heretics must’ve been exhausting.”

“Yeah. It was brutal.”

“Mhm. You came back so skinny after just two weeks. Come on, let’s get you washed up. I’ll help.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. Hey, Marin!”

“Yes!”

“Get the water warm.”

“Already done!”

Naturally, I held Yuria’s hand and let her drag me to the bathroom.

As we passed the sofa, Olivia waved slightly, so I waved back.

Not that she could see it, of course.

“Okay, strip.”

“Hold on. I’ll do it.”

I took off my clothes and tossed them into the basket.

Judging by their condition, they were better off trashed.

“Your clothes are filthy, but your body’s clean? Did you wash in the labyrinth?”

“Yeah. We set up a makeshift shower tent.”

“Wow. At least you kept yourself clean.”

“Yep.”

Soon, Yuria stripped off her clothes too.

“Stay still. I’ll wash you.”

“Okay…”

I tensed slightly as Yuria said she’d wash me from head to toe, but she soon poured water over me and started lathering me up.

“Hey. Since it’s just us, should I call you ‘Master’ now? We agreed on that.”

“Sure.”

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Master… Hehe. It’s been a while since I called you that-my heart’s racing.”

Between the slippery soap suds and Yuria calling me “Master,” I couldn’t hold back my erection.

“Master. It’s hard.”

Yuria giggled as she tapped my stiff cock.

Her bright red hair clung to my torso.

“Master, wanna kiss while we soap up? No, we’re doing it. Stay still.”

“Uh, Yuria-mmph!”

Smooch.

She grabbed me so I couldn’t escape and pressed her lips roughly against mine.

Soon, her tongue slipped into my mouth.

Smooch. Smoooch.

We licked and sucked each other’s tongues.

After being apart for so long, it was like our limits had vanished-we craved each other desperately.

Yuria pressed her body against me more aggressively, and I rubbed my hard cock against her stomach.

“Master’s cock got even bigger. You were all sulky earlier, but you’re fired up now, huh?”

“Thanks to you.”

“Just seeing my body gets you this worked up, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“See? Master is mine. Right?”

“I guess you could say that…?”

Yuria rubbed the tip of my cock with her fingers, then licked my neck and laughed.

“Sorry for scolding you earlier, Master. But I couldn’t help it. I was scared you’d be taken away.”

“Taken away? You’re my first.”

“Right? I’m your first. And I’ll be the first to get pregnant, got it?”

“Right…?”

“Yeah. That’s the deal. If you knock up some other bitch first, they’re all dead.”

“Hey, that’s scary…”

“Oops, sorry, Master. But you keep attracting women… Your dick’s gonna go limp. Wanna touch my tits?”

“Yeah.”

Yuria took my hand and placed it on her chest.

Felt like kneading mochi.

“You can squeeze harder. Wanna suck on them?”

“I wanna suck.”

“They’re all yours, Master. You can suck as much as you want.”

The moment she gave permission, I buried my face in her chest and went wild.

All the stress I’d built up in the labyrinth seemed to melt away with just her breasts.

Just licking and sucking her nipples made the madness of the labyrinth fade.

So this is why everyone has sex first thing after leaving the labyrinth. I get it now.

“Master, you look like you’re in a hurry. Wanna head to the bedroom?”

“Yeah. Let’s go. Fast.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore-I needed to rub my cock. After quickly rinsing off the soap, we barely wrapped ourselves in towels and headed to the bedroom.

“Oh my-!”

“Ah! What? What’s wrong?!”

When we stepped out of the bathroom naked, Marin yelped and covered Olivia’s eyes.

Olivia was blind-she couldn’t even see this in the first place!

“Uh, Marin. Sorry, but could you clean up the bathroom?”

“Uh-y-yes! Have a good night…!”

Leaving the flustered Marin behind, I entered the bedroom and immediately clung to Yuria. I hugged her tightly and rubbed my cock between her thighs.

“Master. Just how badly did you want this? Let’s dry your hair first, okay?”

“Okay…!”

“Such an energetic answer. Sit here on the chair.”

“You’re gonna dry my hair?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it a little differently this time.”

“Sure.”

Following Yuria’s instructions, I sat obediently on the chair-only for her to climb onto my lap, facing me.

Her breasts pressed against my face.

I immediately opened my mouth and licked them as she dried my hair, sucking on her nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore-I wanted to fuck her right now.

“Master. Wanna put it in like this?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Hold on.”

Yuria adjusted her position slightly, then sank down onto me.

Squelch.

It went in. Her warm, wet walls wrapped around my cock. Wait-how much Kegel training has she done?! Even in this position, she’s squeezing me so tight?!

Holy shit…!

“That woman’s coming tomorrow, right? I’ll drain you dry before she gets here.”

“Ngh… Y-Yuria… You’re not planning to milk me all night…?”

“I’ll squeeze out every last drop while you can still cum. Just focus on shooting your load, okay?”

“…Okay.”

Looks like it’s gonna be a long night.