Ch.390Chapter 390. A Wedding Night That Isn’t a Wedding Night (1)

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After the wedding ceremony ended safely.

Naturally, there was no sweet honeymoon or anything like that.

It was a miracle that we even managed to hold a ceremony in the midst of war.

It was probably a privilege we couldn’t have obtained if I weren’t a state advisor and Irene weren’t a promising general.

Decisively, my current physical condition was not normal.

And beyond that, the physical condition of Lady Irene, who had retreated and barely saved her life, was terrible.

She limped slightly throughout the wedding ceremony, so she must have had many minor wounds from barely surviving the battlefield.

It would have been nice if she had told me when she was in pain, but Irene wasn’t the type to freely talk about herself.

So, naturally, I thought our “first night” as a couple would be postponed—

“……”

“……”

For some reason.

The two of us had arrived at the empty house where we used to stay in Balhart Castle.

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How on earth did we end up here?

At first, I only intended to revisit memories.

We had gone on a date before, but looking at things as a married couple, as family, felt different.

As we strolled through the streets of Balhart Castle, it grew dark.

Without saying a word to each other, we crossed familiar paths… and arrived here as if by appointment.

Irene silently opened the door…

And I, too, entered without a word.

That was how we ended up here.

Amusingly, from some point on, neither Irene nor I… had said a word, just watching each other cautiously.

For Irene and me, memories of Balhart Castle were very special.

Setting aside our time in the Aeshus army and how Yurie treated us—unlike Anel Castle where we were merely superior and subordinate, this was cohabitation that proceeded after confirming our feelings for each other, so it was much more thrilling.

It was in this house that we celebrated Christmas together.

When we moved to Einhart Castle, we lived in dormitories—and after merging, Reika was there too, so if we’re talking about “just the two of us living together,” this house held our last memories of that.

So coming here to trace our memories wasn’t strange at all.

It wasn’t strange, but…

Oddly enough, I was overwhelmed by a feeling like I might vomit my heart out at any moment.

‘……’

It was Irene who broke this seemingly unbreakable silence.

“Swen.”

“…Yes.”

I caught sight of Irene’s hesitant back.

Her ears were bright red, naturally making me feel that she too had steeled her resolve.

“…I know your body isn’t in good condition. And I… I’m on my period*, so I know it’s difficult right now.”

“Ah… yes.”

“……”

Finding the renewed silence frustrating, this time I moved my lips first.

“It’s okay. Your body isn’t in good condition either, and… we’ll have many opportunities for… intimacy in the future—”

“But.”

Irene cut off my words and slowly turned her head.

Her violet eyes, glistening as if about to cry, were filled only with me.

“Even so… I don’t want to let our first night as a married couple pass without doing anything.”

“……”

“Swen. Tell me. Am I your first?”

I thought about evading with ‘What are you asking?’—

But I knew that wouldn’t be respectful to Irene standing before me.

“Yes. You’re my first.”

“You’ve had no experience in the past?”

“No.”

“Swen. You love Serpina, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

“Someday you’ll marry Serpina, right?”

“Yes. I will marry her.”

Denying that fact now would be foolish.

If I wasn’t going to, I should have been under Luna by now.

“When you marry Serpina, you’ll surely… spend a sweet night together.”

“……”

“Swen. I’m okay with having a new family member. I think with someone like Serpina, we can wisely solve problems together and build a happy home. But…”

“I don’t want to be a wife who couldn’t do anything on her wedding night…”

“…!!!”

Irene’s voice was precarious.

Not in the fragile, pitiful way it used to be.

Rather the opposite. Something sticky, clingy, a feeling everyone harbors but has learned not to show carelessly—jealousy.

Footsteps sounded—

Irene stood right in front of me.

Her body scent mixed with sweat from nervousness hit me. The smell of my home. A smell I loved.

“…Swen. Have you ever… been excited looking at me?”

“!!!”

“Tell me… honestly…”

While I couldn’t answer such a direct question—

“I… have.”

“When I think of Swen, my heart tingles. My chest, my stomach feels ticklish. I’m consumed by thoughts of filling something endlessly empty. And… you know.”

“Down there… I get wet. So much that I have to change my underwear…”

“A-Ah, Irene…”

“Was it just me? Am I the only one feeling this way while you feel nothing?”

I looked into Irene’s eyes again.

And remembered.

Didn’t I say that if this situation came once more, I wouldn’t be able to hold back?

I tried to imagine if I could push Irene away.

I didn’t need to ask my Intelligence 100. —Whether by choice or force, I could never push Irene away here.

So.

“…I too…”

I had to show her the masculinity within me that I had been ignoring for the greater cause.

The masculinity I had deliberately avoided facing because I wanted to cherish the person I loved.

“I feel the same way.”

“When I look at you… my mind gets complicated. When I see you exercising hard, I want to smell your sweat. When we kiss, I feel the urge to bite your nape.”

“!!!”

Even her widening pupils from her own question were cute—

“And… look.”

I grabbed her hand and brought it down to my waist.

“Eep…!”

“I’ve… become like this.”

My erect manhood was raging as if about to tear through my pants.

Yes.

I had always, always held back. Always swallowed it. I turned away from the feeling of wanting to defile my beloved Irene right now, telling myself I needed to look ahead, to walk the path for everyone.

But in the end, I had only been holding back. The male ‘me’ was truly only thinking about devouring Irene.

When she first touched it, Irene couldn’t do anything…

But then… she gently caressed my erect front.

“You’ve… become like this…?”

Irene’s expression was truly mysterious.

Embarrassed yet somehow proud.

The way she trembled with joy at my reaction was so lovable.

Thanks to that, I could push forward a bit more.

“Yes. The day we kissed, I masturbated thinking about it.”

“!!!”

“I’m the same. Living with a beautiful woman like you, having confirmed our feelings but not being able to do anything was too hard for me too. …So, you’re not the only one who felt that way.”

“U-um… I-I see. Mmm…”

Irene’s hand movements became faster and more intense.

She was stroking my erect cock through my clothes.

“I… I can take care of it… Now that I’m your wife… I intend to fulfill all my duties as a wife…”

We’d come this far thanks to her courage. If I told her to do nothing now… I might as well bite my tongue and die.

“…Irene.”

“Y-yes.”

“Kiss me.”

Irene, who had been focused on stroking my cock, immediately stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine without answering.

—Smack, smooch…

Indecent sounds echoed throughout our former home.

And… carefully, I placed my hand… on her chest.

“!!!”

Irene flinched momentarily as if startled—

…but she doesn’t reject me.

She doesn’t reject my touch.

If it had been normal clothes, I would have undressed her directly, but Irene was wearing her usual female knight uniform, so there was light armor covering her chest area.

I slowly pulled my lips away.

The thread of saliva connecting us lasted only a moment—my inner instinct began to command rather than ask Irene.

“Take off your clothes, please.”

“…Okay.”

Irene obediently followed my words.

The sight of her removing her breastplate.

It was the same scene I always saw when she changed into training clothes… but somehow, right now, it felt insanely erotic.

With a thud, the armor fell to the floor—revealing the red petticoat she wore underneath.

She fidgeted with her hands as she slowly undressed.

What remained now was a massive black brassiere and garter belt.

The brassiere was a brassiere in name only; it merely served as a chest cover barely concealing her ridiculously large breasts.

Since those huge breasts were exposed like that, it seemed she hadn’t used compression bandages since it was our wedding day.

Her breasts were so destructively huge that it was impossible for her to wear full plate armor without compression bandages.

With such a lewd body, how did she manage to be a female knight—

‘…No.’

I didn’t want to hold back even in my thoughts anymore.

With my mouth, with my hands—I wanted to defile my beloved Irene.

“With such a lewd body, you’ve been serving as a female knight quite well.”

“T-That’s…!”

“It’s okay. I like big breasts.”

“Y-You like them…?”

“Of course. What man wouldn’t? I like women with ridiculously huge breasts like yours, Irene, where one can’t tell if they’re human or a milk cow.”

“M-Milk cow…”

I immediately buried my face between her breasts, following my desires.

“S-Swen…?!”

—Sniiiiiff.

I inhaled obscenely between her cleavage.

Irene was surprised, but again, she didn’t push me away or show any rejection.

“Ha… you smell so sweaty. Even worse than after training? Is it because your breasts are so huge?”

“That’s because I haven’t washed yet…”

“So you tried to seduce me by touching my cock without even washing?”

“T-That’s not it… Ahh…”

I lightly licked her cleavage with my tongue.

Seeing Irene moan femininely as if she didn’t know what to do just from a slight lick, I raised my head.

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. What do you want to do?”

“D-Don’t like it…?”

“If you’re embarrassed about smelling sweaty, I’ll stop. What do you think?”

Irene, with wide eyes and a reddened face, said nothing for a while—

Then carefully shook her head.

“No, it’s… it’s fine… If Swen wants it, even more than this… it’s all fine.”

“…!”

Her submissive attitude, accommodating everything for me… made my cock feel like it would burst again.

“Everything is fine?”

“Yes…”

“Then today, please help me release my desires. They’ve really piled up.”

Irene, hearing my blatantly vulgar words—

Very slowly nodded and said:

“Yes… Swen, I’ll make you feel really good… I’ll help you release everything. I’ll use my breasts that you like so much, so you can pour everything into me…”

She accepted the most selfish whining in the world.