Episode 115. Maid (3)

“Hheuut…!”

The first night, I managed to get by with the excuse of being nervous, but I couldn’t use the same excuse the next day. If it kept not standing, my very identity as a man would be questioned… Of course, it didn’t make sense to doubt a knight like that, but it was just as absurd for it not to stand during the marital bed.

So today, I had no choice but to sit properly in front of Monica, my jaji standing tall and proud. Monica was feeling a mix of tension and excitement, somewhere in between. She gently spread her tightly closed legs to reveal her boji.

We got this far yesterday, after all. Monica, confirming that my thing was standing, blushed and turned her head away. In my memories, my first experience with her was with a woman who clearly didn’t want it, expressing a mix of disgust and fear. But today, I could see a strange anticipation in her face, making me realize that the situation had indeed changed.

However, what worried me was her appearance of being in great pain and struggling to accept my thing. I had no intention of forcing an insertion to cause her pain, especially since Monica wasn’t being harsh with me first. So I tried to loosen her up with my fingers and induce sexual excitement to make her boji more flexible…

“I don’t like fingers.”

“No, it hurts, I’m telling you…”

“I can do it. I’m your wife, after all. It’s natural for a wife to accept her husband’s thing.”

Just like yesterday, Monica refused to let me insert my fingers. It wasn’t a matter of feeling bad or unclean. It seemed to be because of the previous memory of being sent away as if knocked out with just fingers, without even insertion. What could I do about it? It was all because of what I had done.

Monica looked very determined, confident that she could naturally accept my thing with a resolute expression. But in this world, can anything be achieved with willpower alone? It seemed difficult enough to make room for my already large and thick jaji inside Monica’s narrow, virgin jil. Not to mention with her boji not having tasted even a finger yet… No way. And the result was,

“Heueuk, euueueuk…!”

As expected. It was a predictable outcome. In my memory, Monica had a very hard time accepting my thing, and even on our first night before the regression, when I had loosened her up enough, she could only swallow the glans. Besides, didn’t her mother, Vera, have a vaginal spasm when she first received a jaji because she was so surprised? As if proudly claiming that lineage, Monica’s jil was spasming and stiffening even before the jaji was inserted.

Forcing an insertion in this situation would only hurt both of us. In the first place, forcing it in by force could really injure both the jaji and the boji. Injuring a part that I’d be ashamed to show off anywhere was something I couldn’t do without abandoning my dignity as a person, let alone as a noble.

“I can do it…”

“No, you can’t.”

When I said it firmly, Monica surprisingly gave up easily. Still, she seemed a bit disappointed, constantly glancing at my jaji, so I lay down next to her, signaling that we should just go to sleep. Monica slowly moved closer to me, took one of my arms, and lay down, using it as a pillow like yesterday.

“…I’ll try.”

“There’s no need to rush.”

If we tried several times, it would eventually go in. A woman’s body is more flexible than you think. There was no need to force it open today just to get it done. Still, Monica seemed a bit regretful, fidgeting with her hands before timidly grabbing my jaji.

“I, I’ll do this for you, though.”

“… .”

“It’s a wife’s duty to satisfy her husband’s sexual desires. But you know you can’t ask another woman to do this, right?”

“… .”

I didn’t answer and glossed over it, but Monica must have thought I was tired, so she focused on shaking her hand. Her hand movements weren’t skillful, but the gentle stimulation felt good, like a lullaby to enjoy before falling asleep.

‘A handjob before bed, huh.’

I’ve never received anything this precious from anyone but Monica. Even if I expand the meaning a bit, I guess I can think of it as a handjob. I shouldn’t get handjobs from Winnie or Vera. Receiving my wife’s service like that, I went to sleep in a more relaxed atmosphere than yesterday. It was still uncomfortable, though…

Jjorureureuk-

A tea that she had tasted once before was poured in front of Vera. Taking a sip of the tea that she remembered being sweet, a different, bitter taste lingered on her tongue.

“It does seem to have a slightly bitter taste.”

“Then add the water from there to it…”

“Ahem, I understand, Winnie-yang.”

Vera was currently meeting with an expert to confirm whether or not she was pregnant. And that expert was none other than Winnie. At the Mountberne mansion, Vera was doing various things as Winnie instructed. She didn’t know the principles behind them, but they were said to be devices that helped diagnose pregnancy. Remembering that the Baroness herself had confirmed her pregnancy through this, she felt a sense of trust.

So she drank the tea that she had tasted before, not even suspecting its purpose. She was told to put the water coming from between her legs into this small bottle, so she was doing that. After enduring the embarrassment and fulfilling all the instructions, Vera finally had the余裕to observe Winnie’s expression.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes?”

“You weren’t feeling well, so you didn’t come out for breakfast yesterday or today. But you seemed to have finished the soup.”

“Ah, hehehe…”

It wasn’t her body that hurt, but her heart. But since mental illnesses can manifest as physical illnesses, she thought it wasn’t entirely wrong. But no matter what illness she had, she was hungry, but she skipped meals just because she was uncomfortable seeing Edward’s face.

Winnie, receiving the medicine bottle that Vera handed her, tried to send Vera away, who kept trying to look into her heart. But even as she left the mansion, Vera continued to ask questions, and Winnie couldn’t hide her discomfort, silently listening without refuting.

“Did something happen with Edward?”

“No, nothing…”

“You don’t look like nothing happened. Did you fight? Should I scold Edward for you?”

“No! No.”

Doing that could further lower her already diminished favorability. Blaming her own stupidity, she saw Vera off. Looking at the bottle she left behind, she realized that so much depended on this result. Whether or not there was a child in there. If there was, the gender of this child would cause a big problem. But more than that,

‘I was the only one who was pregnant…’

She was more anxious about losing the position that only she had enjoyed. If she was receiving Edward’s love abundantly, she wouldn’t have cared much, but… right now, she was filled with worry about Edward, wondering if he would completely leave her.

She had a bad thought for a moment, but she quickly shook her head to erase it. They didn’t fight, and it was entirely her fault. With that in mind, she couldn’t allow herself to do something that would make Edward sad, something that would earn her his hatred.

In the same vein, she couldn’t abort the child in her womb. She had briefly thought about it right after Edward left, looking at the spot he had been in, but she remembered his words that she should never abort the child. How could she abort such a child, knowing that Edward would hate it?

‘Men don’t stay angry for long, so you’ll make up with him in a few days.’

She remembered what Vera-unni had just told her. She really hoped that she would reconcile with Edward in the near future and be held in his arms again, just like she said. Thinking that, she was tidying up the room as Edward had done when a guest came to visit. Nobles from the Count’s family weren’t very interested in her, and Vera only occasionally came to check on her.

Therefore, she received today’s second guest, which was very unusual.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah…”

It was her close friend, Monica. Of course, she had a huge secret that she was hiding from her… At least, that’s what they both thought right now. Until Winnie heard the words that came out of Monica’s mouth.

“By the way, is there anything that helps during sex at night?”