Ch.110Gibson’s Port of the East (5)

“Haaah…”

I wiped the drool from my mouth as I got up from the bed.

Looking at the clock, it was around 5:40 in the morning.

Still early enough for Saburo to be mindful of Maria’s watchful eye.

I stared blankly at my naked wife sleeping beside me, then pinched her cheek.

“Hmm…”

Her cheek flesh stretched with a peculiar sound. Wouldn’t it be comparable in quality(?) to that of a baby’s?

“Hnnnngh…!”

I got up and stretched.

I heard something aligning in my spine, and the foggy sensation quickly cleared into full consciousness with a slight pain.

Certainly, after awakening my aura, my basic physical strength seemed noticeably improved.

Thanks to that, my wife was dying every night, but that wasn’t my fault.

It was her fault for having such tempting breasts and buttocks.

Still, the thought that I should exercise some restraint came from seeing my wife transformed into an exhausted rice cake every morning when I woke up.

Shouldn’t a wife properly act like one and wake up before her husband to prepare a morning kiss?

But after our bodies intertwine, she always ends up looking like a worn-out rice cake, too tired to get up in the morning…

She must have received Medina’s blessing… why is her stamina so lacking?

As I was thinking about this, I suddenly remembered that I had received the Sun’s message.

“Ah. Maybe the blessing doesn’t work well because she received the Sun’s blessing instead of the Four Gods’?”

If that was really the case, then it couldn’t be helped.

Damn. It would have been better if Raisha had received Maria’s blessing instead of Medina’s.

I grumbled inwardly as I went into the bathroom and started washing up.

*

After forcibly washing my wife, who was still having a tea party with Maria, I went downstairs.

“Breakfast for two.”

“Yes, sir!”

Perhaps because I gave them a lot of money yesterday, the staff’s movements were brisk.

Or maybe it was because they had just started their shift.

As Raisha was making rustling sounds while fixing her hair, Simon and the elf sisters came down from upstairs, and we sat around the table to discuss how to spend our remaining three days of free time, including today.

“I’m planning to look around town with my wife. What about you all?”

“Well… I’d like to buy a decent staff if there’s one available. The one I’m using is already five years old…”

“Hmm…”

I looked at his staff.

Its classic design (old style) that stayed true to the premise of being made of wood now seemed to exude a subtle vintage aroma (worn-out).

“Well, I can’t really recommend a staff for you. If money allows, getting a new one would be good. You’ve saved up quite a bit until now, right?”

He nodded.

Not only did he have some pocket money, but he had also received a fair amount from splitting the rewards with me after completing various requests.

However, what I was really worried about were the elf sisters who were seasoning their bean sprout soup with hangover faces as if they had downed several bottles of alcohol yesterday.

There was nothing to say about Lucia, and while Casia might look proper on the surface, she was no different from her sister when it came to drinking.

“Lucia, Casia. What are you two going to do?”

“Ughh… haven’t decided anything yet…?”

“Then go around town and look for some spatial storage. Get the inscription type so it’s not cumbersome.”

“Spatial storage? Don’t you guys already have some?”

“It’s better if all five of us have one. Besides, looking at you two, you’ll definitely be carrying loads of alcohol bottles three days later, and what if they refuse to let you board because you have too much luggage?”

When I said that, Lucia and Casia groaned and tried to make a deal with me.

“Then give us more money. Spatial storage is expensive. We’d have to spend 70 to 90% of our money, and then we wouldn’t have anything left to spend.”

“I was wondering when you’d say that…. Here, take it. One gold coin each. It’s for the spatial storage, so don’t waste it on alcohol.”

“Okay… just stop talking… my head hurts.”

I gave them 2 gold coins, leaving me with 4 gold coins.

Having lost 2,000 silver coins in a matter of seconds, I felt a bit sick, but I still had 4,000 silver coins left.

“Party leader.”

“What?”

“Can I get some hair of the dog…”

“Sigh… you too?”

I don’t understand why our party members love alcohol so much.

Is it because Raisha and I don’t drink, so they feel they have to drink for us?

“Boss.”

“What now.”

“Can I order some hangover drink?”

“Do you want to die?”

*

“Such alcoholics…”

I muttered as I roamed the city with my wife.

I don’t refuse drinks when offered, but I don’t guzzle them down so mindlessly. Why do they like alcohol so much?

“Don’t be too angry, Master.”

“I’m not angry. I’m just dumbfounded.”

I kissed my wife while on horseback.

If one drinks alcohol, they can’t feel this warm sensation…

Ah, they don’t have anyone to kiss.

Is that why they like alcohol so much? Because at least they can feel something when they put their lips to a bottle.

“Mmm… Master…”

My wife’s face began to flush red.

I took off my coat and covered her with it, and from inside the coat, she smelled my scent and began to stain my neck with her saliva.

Enjoying the sensation of her tongue rubbing against my neck, I rode Bruiser out of the city and headed toward the outskirts of Gibson’s Port.

“Haah…!”

After caressing me for dozens of minutes, she seemed to come to her senses and pulled away from my neck, but she didn’t emerge from inside my coat.

I enjoyed the quiet scenery of the outskirts as we headed down a path we hadn’t taken before, and soon the city faded away, and I discovered an abandoned spire that seemed like no one would visit.

With scenery that looked like children might secretly play there away from adults’ eyes, I tied Bruiser to one of the spire’s fragments and carried my wife to the very top of the spire.

After reaching the top, I put my coat back on, and in front of me stood a woman who seemed to desperately want something from me.

*

“You’re such a lewd one.”

I slapped the buttocks of my wife, who had been panting on top of me naked, and who was now lying on my chest, drenched in sweat.

“Ungh…!”

Her body convulsed greatly with the soft sensation, and I watched it with amusement as I covered her body again with the coat I had taken off earlier because of the heat.

“Hnngh… Master… kiss me…”

She sobbed as she crawled up my body, and I grabbed her chin and pulled her toward me.

After a brief yet long contact, we separated again, and she took my hands to her body, full of heat, so they wouldn’t get cold.

“I love you, Master…”

“I know.”

She loved me.

More strongly than I loved her.

I was looking at the scenery of Gibson’s Port gradually greeting noon from outside the spire, and she was still looking up at me, coating my hand with her saliva.

Hmm.

“Why do you love me?”

“Because you didn’t abandon me, Master… even though you could have… you waited for me for months.”

“…?”

Is that really all?

Just… because I waited until her surgery was complete, that’s why she loves me?

I didn’t quite understand.

Isn’t it human decency to wait until a comrade’s issues are resolved if something happens to them?

Well, everyone has their own reasons for loving… but I couldn’t understand how “waiting” alone could make someone fall so deeply in love that they would go through a knightly wedding ceremony that binds souls.

It’s not that I don’t love her, but I love her because she loves me.

If she hadn’t confessed to me, I wouldn’t have necessarily married her.

Until she confessed to me, I only thought of her as a fellow adventurer suffering from drug side effects.

This isn’t about her having large breasts or buttocks; it’s my personal issue.

I have one bad habit: I like to contemplate subjects that have limiters on my thinking.

What I mean is this:

If there’s a proposition like “Dad died”…

Dad died -> A family member died -> I can no longer see him -> I can’t be with him anymore -> I’m sad.

While this is how it would develop for a normal person, I simply cannot progress to that final stage of “I’m sad.”

Isn’t that strange?

I can be moved by flowers blooming on the street, yet I cannot empathize with the pain of losing a father.

Of course, the fact that the concept of a father is absent in my life might serve as a slight excuse, but I’ve suffered many disadvantages from being unable to make inferences that others can naturally make.

Here’s another example:

For instance, I once saw a woman working at a bar complaining to a man, “I’m too tall,” and when I was younger, I thought, “Isn’t being tall a good thing?” and took it as her subtly bragging.

But as it turned out, that wasn’t it at all.

Being tall -> Men find me intimidating -> Not many men will date me -> I’m lonely -> I’m sad.

It was something like that, but even after having it explained to me, I couldn’t understand this formula for a while.

I didn’t understand why men would find tall women intimidating, why not having men to date would make one lonely, and why loneliness would lead to sadness.

Of course, now that I’m older and have developed at least minimal social skills, I can understand through context and accumulated experience.

I just can’t understand “why such emotions arise,” but that doesn’t mean I can’t empathize with the emotions themselves.

As I removed a strand of hair stuck to the lips of my wife, who had fallen asleep at some point, I thought:

Perhaps Simon could help me with this too.