The Hero’s Conclusion (4)

As Edan had pointed out, Freugne was already aroused.

While outwardly proposing nonchalantly and even feeling touched by Edan’s preparedness.

Separately from that, it was only natural for her body to be primed from the moment he entered the room, having planned for this very outcome.

Even so, having it confirmed by another was still somewhat embarrassing.

-Drip…..

A viscous liquid dripped from the very place Edan’s finger had been probing moments ago.

Each time his finger gently swirled inside, Freugne stifled a moan.

The fleeting unfamiliar pain soon dissipated, and her unraveled body readily accepted his stimulation as primal pleasure.

From her shoulder blades to her chest, then trailing down her waist to between her thighs.

The light caresses brought a sense of impatience, prompting Freugne to slightly raise her head in an attempt to release her current emotions. Edan met her lips with a kiss. Initially soft, their locked lips gradually intensified with passion.

This was more than sufficient as foreplay.

Freugne was adequately lubricated, and above all, she seemed unwilling to tolerate any further delay.

Without uttering a word, Edan immediately grasped what Freugne desired.

Unlike her usual ravenous pouncing, she was patiently waiting, was she not?

“Huff, hah……”

“……”

Come to think of it, ‘patiently’ might have been an overstatement, but nevertheless.

“…Hurry.”

Typically, it was Freugne who lowered herself at the opportune moment instead of Edan pleading impatiently, so this was an unusual sight.

With slightly teary eyes, Freugne gazed up at Edan above her, rubbing her thighs together as she softly whispered in a tone closer to pleading than requesting.

“What was that?”

“You know full well, if you keep teasing me like this, I won’t stay still- Hiyah…!”

If she requested so fervently, it was only right to grant her wish.

Freugne’s hips lifted slightly. The petty tantrum she had been about to voice emerged as a hollow “Haah” instead.

The massive pillar that had been rigid and awaiting its turn since earlier slid effortlessly into her already moist entrance.

One cannot truly stimulate oneself. The mind already knows what is to come and what sensations will arise, leaving no room for surprise.

But even if the premise of ‘penetration’ was understood, not knowing the precise force or timing rendered one completely defenseless against the impending stimulation.

A form of pleasure Freugne had never experienced when merely using Edan as a ‘happiness stick’ now overwhelmed her.

She was already well aware that continuing would likely cause her mind to become half-unraveled, without needing any foresight.

“Hah, ahh.”

“Shall I continue then?”

“……”

Like an addictive drug that could not be severed even by severing a limb, Freugne silently consented.

As Edan thrust his hips once more, only thin moans now escaped her lips.

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Freugne enjoyed tormenting Edan.

Not in a physical sense, but rather by presenting challenging choices and relishing the anguish of making him decide.

For instance, seducing him while maintaining her daughter’s position.

It was irresistibly amusing to witness his inner turmoil between his male instincts and the sense of responsibility stemming from his societal role as a father.

The fact that the subject himself paid not a speck of attention to such responsibilities only made it more endearing and adorable.

A twisted sense of indulgence, one could argue.

But this was only possible due to her utmost trust in him.

The belief that Edan was not the kind of man to pounce on her for no reason.

The conviction that, even before marriage, he would fulfill his parental duties and love her as a child to whom he was not biologically related.

However, while she bore some fault in this, the greater blame lay with Edan for rigidly confining himself within the ‘daughter’ role and refusing to progress further.

No, perhaps it would have been better if he had adopted her from the outset and initiated a romantic relationship instead. Reconsidering it, Edan seemed to be the one at fault.

“Heheh……”

“There’s no need to rush, shall we stay like this for a bit?”

Typically, by raising the threshold to such a degree, the line would eventually be crossed. Indeed, Edan now appeared to have shed some of his aversion.

However, Freugne did not view mere intercourse as that line.

Rather, it was Edan taking the initiative. For him, who had always hesitated until now, to fully accept her not as a child to be protected, but as an equal family member.

“No, let’s start slowly… please.”

“Alright.”

A thin strand briefly connected their deeply locked lips before snapping.

Having indulged herself thus far, it was now her turn to pleasure Edan.

Each time Edan’s manhood plunged deep, Freugne did not readily release him.

Her warm, wrinkled flesh clung to him as if reluctant to let go whenever he withdrew his hips. As the unfamiliar pleasure intensified, her grip tightened, and Edan’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.

Freugne let out inarticulate moans. Yet her gaze remained fixed on Edan’s face, gradually beading with sweat.

What expression was he making? Was he feeling good? Did he love her more? Though lacking the mental capacity to judge, Freugne scrutinized his features intently. The mere act was gratifying in itself.

And when Edan’s pace momentarily slowed, a mischievous idea suddenly occurred to Freugne.

While not her true intention, she had wanted to utter these words at least once.

“…Ah. Uncle.”

“?”

“Does it feel good, defiling the child you raised as a daughter like this? Heh.”

“……!”

The reaction was immediate. Being the one containing a part of him, Freugne felt it twitch slightly within her.

Of course, she did not mean it as a reproach. It was simply a line she could only utter in this moment.

For once they married, their previous relationship would no longer hold significance. Not to mention, she would no longer address him as ‘Uncle.’

So if not now, when this memory of being his foster daughter was fading, when else could she?

Freugne rekindled that lingering sense of guilt Edan had subconsciously harbored.

“I, hah. Trusted you, Uncle.”

“…Is that so?”

And Edan decided to play along with her cue.

While her skewed nature was undeniable, it seemed only he could indulge her in such proclivities.

“So you’ve been seducing me like this all along?”

“That, that was merely innocent goodwill……”

“Innocent goodwill doesn’t involve rubbing your chest against someone.”

“Ahh……”

“You’ve never done that with anyone else?”

“No… Only you, Uncle. Because it’s you.”

“I see, then.”

Edan let out an exasperated chuckle.

“So you admit to seducing me.”

“…Haah.”

Unable to offer any excuses, Freugne simply released a heated sigh instead.

Having fulfilled all her desires and elicited consent from her increasingly flushed face, it was time to approach the climax.

The thudding sounds accompanying Edan’s thrusts, followed a beat later by moans.

The intervals between them gradually narrowed, and Freugne sensed something building within.

Despite it being a perilous day, she had no intention of using contraceptives.

If a child was conceived today, so be it, and if not, they could simply keep trying later.

“Freugne, right now-“

“Aaahhhk…!”

Perhaps fearing Edan might withdraw at the final moment, Freugne, her mind unraveling with her climax, instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist in her prone position, preventing his escape.

A brief silence, followed by a warm sensation welling up inside her.

Accompanied by a feeling akin to electricity coursing through her mind, Freugne’s body trembled uncontrollably.

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When Edan withdrew, a slight spurt of liquid followed with a ‘plosht’ sound.

Freugne’s hips, already sprawled out, lifted slightly.

Feeling the viscous fluid that was not her own trailing down her thighs, Freugne caught her breath and thought:

That’s right, a day like this had to come eventually.

But the conclusion was not to be reached solely by Edan’s satisfaction, not before she was thoroughly spent herself.

“You were thinking of ending it right here and now, weren’t you.”

“…No, I wasn’t.”

“Oh, but you were. I foresaw a future where you’d lull me to sleep and slip away.”

Her mind was already too scrambled by pleasure to concentrate properly, so she had naturally not actually foreseen anything. She had merely taken a guess, knowing Edan would be unaware.

And judging by his somewhat subdued reaction, while he might not have intended to leave her asleep and sneak off, he had certainly planned to conclude matters here.

Having tasted a momentary dominance, it seemed he had lost his initial resolve, so she would have to remind him once more.

“Just in case, don’t you think we should try again to ensure conception?”

“…In all honesty, it doesn’t really matter how many times.”

“I can’t hear you.”

She would educate him with her very body until he understood.