Ch.BONUS388. Little… Brother?

A day had passed in the blink of an eye.

The day that began with a wife’s seduction—yearning for her husband’s love that had been stolen by their daughter—quickly ignited into passion, ending only after the heat had persisted through the night.

And after that fiery night of passionate love, what remained was…

“Hic, hiccup!”

Pain in the lower back.

Trying to walk normally made her back ache so badly that Renias had to make a tearful face due to the deep aftereffects of last night.

“…Are you okay?”

“Mmm… I’m, I’m fine. It just hurts a little.”

In truth, she wasn’t fine.

It wasn’t just a little pain—it was a tingling ache that brought tears to her eyes.

Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to be completely honest.

Happiness took precedence over pain.

Though her plan had somehow gone beyond what she intended, it had succeeded, and she had received plenty of her husband’s warmth and love.

The joy she felt ran deeper than the pain. The discomfort was worth it.

But marriage is what it is. As a husband, he could easily see through his wife’s lies.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away without realizing this would happen.”

“No, honey! I, I enjoyed it too. So don’t apologize—”

At that moment, Junon poked Renias’s waist with his index finger.

She immediately let out a sound.

“Owww…”

“Don’t lie about things like this.”

“Hnnng.”

Her lie was exposed in an instant.

“How can I not feel sorry when you’re like this? It’s my fault for not showing restraint.”

“It does hurt, but I really didn’t dislike it.”

“I understand that, but don’t push yourself and get some rest. If I made you like this and then had you cook for me too, I’d feel truly guilty.”

“…Alright.”

Normally, she would have insisted that cooking was a woman’s pride and wouldn’t let him touch a drop of water, but now there was no other option.

With her waist and hips trembling just from taking a single step, Renias had no choice but to be lifted up by Junon again and laid on the bed.

“I’ll bring something to help with the pain. Wait quietly until then, okay?”

*Smooch*

Junon gave Renias a light kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.

“Hehehe. Hihihi.”

It was just a kiss on the cheek, but Renias twisted her body in happiness. Even that movement brought pain that made her eyes well up again.

She couldn’t easily forget the ecstasy of last night.

In an instant, his gaze had changed as he lifted her up and carried her to bed, beginning rough movements that left her moaning continuously without rest.

How many times had she climaxed during that time?

She couldn’t even count.

Her heated body kept accepting Junon’s as if trying to satisfy all the desire that had built up, and she reached climax many times while being held tightly.

At some point, she had been dominated by lust and began moving her hips on her own, and they finished in her favorite position—sitting face-to-face.

Lifting her clothes slightly, she could see kiss marks beneath her fair skin. He had bitten, sucked, and licked so thoroughly that the marks still vividly retained yesterday’s warmth.

The area with the most intense marks was, of course…

“Wow…”

Her chest.

That chest which had been roughly grabbed, taken into his mouth, and relentlessly ravaged.

The breast from which milk had flowed, leading to a second round contrary to her intentions.

“Well, after how much he sucked, it would be strange if they disappeared overnight…”

He had seemed determined to drink all her milk, and not satisfied with that, he had even touched her left breast that was meant for Blea.

“I told him to leave Blea’s side alone. Really.”

He had ended up touching both breasts.

Truly, he was greedy.

“Reni? What did you just say?”

“Nothing at all~”

Of course, that’s why she was even happier.

***

-Children grow up so quickly, day by day.

That’s what adults often say.

The growing children themselves wonder about this, checking their reflection in the mirror bit by bit, but they hardly notice the changes.

It usually takes at least half a year or several months before they realize, “Ah, so that’s true.” And that’s limited to children who grow relatively quickly.

The “day by day” part is just a slight exaggeration added to emphasize rapid growth.

Another thing adults emphasize is:

-Children are naturally curious at this age. Whatever they do isn’t strange.

Babies are seeing the world outside their mother for the first time, regardless of how developed their minds might be.

So it’s not at all strange that everything is fascinating to them, and they want to grab things with their hands and bite them with their mouths.

But…

Were they always this fickle?

The child who loved being in her father’s arms so much no longer approaches him.

‘It’s been two weeks now if we count today.’

Blea, who would always wiggle out of Renias’s arms and crawl toward him saying “Appa-” whenever he came home.

The daughter who once clung to him so much it was troublesome hadn’t left her mother’s arms for two weeks.

And, strangely enough…

“Uwaah.”

“Ah, she’s doing it again.”

She shows inexplicable behavior, fixing her gaze on the inside of Renias’s belly and trying to hug it.

“A child who loved her father so much suddenly clings to me and tries to hug my belly… Why is she doing this?”

Renias muttered, equally puzzled.

“Did you ask other ladies from other families?”

“Yes. I’ve been asking around recently. I asked aunts and grandmothers too.”

“What did they say?”

“They don’t know either. They said it’s one thing for her to suddenly prefer her mother’s arms over her father’s, but they have no idea why she keeps hugging her mother’s belly.”

“Hmm… Is that so?”

I’ve also been asking around about what this might signify, but with little success. Even married men shook their heads, saying they didn’t know either.

There’s been no significant change in Blea’s daily routine, according to Renias.

Except that the time she used to cling to her father has shifted to her mother.

Then the cause of this change must be that day…

‘Wait, that time…?’

As I pondered deeply, I looked at Blea intently with a doubtful heart.

‘No way. That can’t be it.’

I considered the possibility that she might have woken up, but immediately dismissed the thought. Even if Blea had seen it, what could she possibly understand?

Once again, we found no answer today, and with some anxiety, we decided to visit Professor Dalia.

***

“So to summarize, Blea used to constantly cling to Junon until two weeks ago, and that day served as a turning point, after which she suddenly started clinging only to her mother, Renias. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s only one thing to suspect. What happened that day?”

“…”

Silence.

Neither Junon nor Renias could bring themselves to talk about that night.

It was too explicit, and it was a private matter between husband and wife. Among other reasons.

Dalia narrowed her eyes.

“What’s with you two? If you don’t speak clearly, we can’t find the cause.”

“W-well…”

“Reni.”

Under the sharp questioning, Renias’s face began to turn red.

If left alone, there was no telling what she might blurt out, so I placed my hand on her shoulder, met her eyes, and shook my head to indicate she shouldn’t.

If my shy wife were forced to say it herself, her face would turn into a steaming rice cooker.

But I couldn’t say it out loud either. I was about to whisper this fact as a minimal measure.

Just then.

*Scratch, scratch*

Letters began to appear on Dalia’s desk.

“Hmm? Reni, what are you doing there?”

“…Huh? I-I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re not? Then why are these letters appearing?”

The only person who could inscribe such letters with magic was Renias.

Dalia wouldn’t write such things on her desk in the first place, nor would she engage in such odd behavior as inscribing letters. Naturally, our gazes turned to the two of them, and since one person didn’t know how to use such magic, the culprit was obvious.

However.

“But Auntie, I really didn’t do anything just now.”

If she claims it wasn’t her…

‘Could it be.’

The person inscribing these letters here…

Dalia hurriedly cleared away the pile of documents and showed the slowly inscribing letters to both of us.

“R-Reni… Could this be…”

“Mmm… Honey. I think so too.”

All three of us gaped at what appeared to be Blea’s doing.

Who would have thought Blea was writing these letters?

We had tried to teach her to read and write, but she showed little interest, so we decided it would be better to teach her when she was a bit older and stepped back.

The same went for magic. Learning to handle magical power from a young age could help overcome the adaptation period that comes like growing pains, so we tried to acclimate her to it, but again decided there was no need to force it.

But what was Blea doing on the floor now?

She was writing letters.

Using mana.

“…Did you teach her to study when I wasn’t around?”

“Of course not. When you weren’t around, my routine was taking her for walks, feeding her, and putting her to sleep. We both thought it would be too much, so I didn’t even try.”

“I suppose that’s right…? Considering Blea’s age.”

Then how did she manage to do both at once?

As we tried to answer that question, the letters were completed, and Blea wriggled over to hug Renias’s belly tightly.

[ Sibling ]

“Sib… ling?”

The word Blea had written was “sibling.”