Episode 55. Suspicion (1)

Monica is pointing a huge ceremonial sword at me.

“I, Monica Yulstein, declare Edward Mountberne-gun to be a Knight of the Yulstein Count Family, who defends and governs this North.”

I was slightly worried she might whack me with the sword, but thankfully, she didn’t.

With all the vassals of the Yulstein Count Family watching, my knighting ceremony ended just like that.

This morning, Vera, Monica, and I were having a normal breakfast together. Vera looked more tired than usual, as if she hadn’t slept well.

“Monica. Have you ever laid a hand on Edward-gun?”

“…Yeah.”

Remembering my swollen cheek from last night, Vera asked Monica. Monica, as if she had decided to be upfront, didn’t deny it and calmly admitted it. She even looked at me as if asking why I couldn’t hide something like that, but what could I do? A cheek isn’t a part you can hide.

“Why did you do that?”

“I heard that when you hold a knighting ceremony, you’re supposed to hit them a few times. I only hit him once on purpose since it was a simplified version.”

“The knighting ceremony is today, with all the vassals invited, right?”

“…For practice.”

Did we have a separate knighting ceremony? I don’t remember receiving anything grand like a knighting ceremony. It just kind of passed by after I got married. I do remember getting hit by Monica a few times, but I’m not sure if that was because of the knighting ceremony. Was it because I didn’t win before the regression? Judging by the fact that the vassals are invited, it seems like it’s going to be a bigger event than I thought.

“He’s going to be your husband, so don’t deliberately humiliate him in front of the vassals. It’s also related to your status as Edward-gun’s wife. Even if it’s nothing else, it makes me uncomfortable.”

So, due to Vera’s earnest request, my knighting ceremony was replaced with a new-style ceremony like the ones held in the capital’s churches. Monica looked quite dissatisfied, but she had always listened to Vera. This method of placing the sword on the shoulder and head without violence is a style that would only become popular more than ten years later, but receiving it myself makes me feel strange. After the ceremony, I couldn’t participate in the vassal meeting, so I left the meeting hall and walked down the hallway.

Still, I confirmed two things through this knighting ceremony. The first is the traitor Baron Enicson. The person who made me feel certain that I had returned to the past. He, who will start a rebellion not long after today, was sitting in his seat with his head still attached. Seeing his subtly uneasy appearance, it seemed like the rebellion would definitely happen. Or maybe it just seemed that way because I knew he would start a rebellion.

‘This time, I’ll make good use of that rebellion.’

Before, Enicson’s rebel army had invaded right up to the Count’s territory, causing me quite a bit of trouble, but this time, I’ll preemptively suppress them without giving them a chance. I’ll also reduce the amount of nagging I get from Monica for being incompetent, and I’ll gain more influence by earning merits. It’s a situation where I can completely turn a crisis into an opportunity. Now, all I have to do is seize that opportunity…

‘How do I persuade Monica…’

If I tell her that that bastard is going to start a rebellion without any evidence, will anyone believe me? I might as well just get a scolding for slandering another noble if I bring up the rebellion to Monica. If I act rashly, I might be punished for treason before Enicson.

‘That red stone is also bothering me…’

Another person I encountered at the knighting ceremony was Baron Melbourne. Originally, she was a recluse who stayed in her mansion, so I hadn’t seen her face often, but for some reason, she attended my knighting ceremony. Maybe it was because of the vassal meeting that would follow. Around the neck of that woman, known as Monica’s close friend, was a red stone hanging from a string.

‘Farewell, nameless warrior.’

Recalling the memory makes me vividly feel the splitting pain in my head. That stone was definitely the same stone as the one used by the barbarian who split my head open. It wasn’t a jewel, and it was unlikely that a stone with such a vivid blood color would be so common.

I’ve never heard of Baron Melbourne carrying something like that. I think I vaguely heard rumors that she was a witch, but could it be one of the strange tools that witches use? For her, who doesn’t show herself easily, to appear before me wearing a red stone, I have no idea what the reason could be.

As I was walking down the hallway lost in thought, a maid ran up to me, calling out.

“Sir Knight, Edward-gyeong!”

I flinched reflexively, but without showing it, I asked.

“What’s the matter?”

My heart still pounds whenever I see that maid uniform. They were like Monica’s hands and feet. Whether it was because of Monica’s orders or because they wanted to insult me, they constantly looked down on me, saying I was illiterate and that my mother was lowborn. As I stared at her without saying anything, the maid flinched and looked frightened.

“I, I’ve done the investigation you asked for before, so I came to tell you the results…”

I quickly relaxed my expression. I had asked her to find out where the knight in the blue helmet was yesterday. She’s handling things faster than I thought.

“So, where is that knight?”

“It’s written down here on this paper…”

The maid is trying to hand me the paper with the address and run away. I can’t read. I can’t let her know that.

“No, you guide me directly.”

“Me? I have other duties…”

“Ahem, are you ignoring my words? How can a noble leave the castle without an attendant?”

“If you need an attendant, I’ll bring another child.”

After saying that, the maid disappeared and quickly returned with a boy. It’s a face I remember.

“This is Johnson of the Mayville Family, a page who will be attending to you from today. He’s a bright kid, so you’ll find him easy to take around, Edward-gyeong.”

This guy’s name is Johnson Mayville. He was my page in my past life too, and he was quick-witted and sociable, making him a good guy to take around. He always showed me respect and took my side, so I cherished him like a younger brother.

‘He got hit by an arrow in battle…’

Well, that’s something that hasn’t happened yet. If I take him around carefully so he doesn’t die, I can use him as a pretty useful knight. He’ll also take my side when Monica badmouths me.

The maid, who passed the task of guiding me onto Johnson, disappeared at a brisk pace. It’s not even that busy at this time, but it seems like she really doesn’t want to work. I should have asked for her name.

“So, can you guide me to this place? I don’t know the way.”

Fortunately, Johnson can still read.

‘Shit! Shit!’

The knight in the blue helmet was hurriedly packing his belongings in the room he was staying in.

‘I have to leave right away.’

This was all because of what happened in the room next to his last night. He had finally gotten a room in a nice inn with the runner-up prize money, but there was a constant noise coming from the next room. He went to the next room to complain, but he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a knife tearing flesh that was leaking out from under the door. It was suppressed, but there was definitely the sound of blood bubbling.

“If it seems like it will hinder the great cause, we have no choice but to silence them. We can’t ruin things for such a trivial reason. Don’t have unnecessary sympathy for bug-like commoners.”

“…Is this okay?”

“We’re about to become members of the Count Family, who would care if we killed one bug?”

He didn’t know exactly what they were talking about, but he was sure that he had heard something he shouldn’t have. The words ‘great cause’ and ‘people who will become the Count Family.’ Those two pieces of information and the atmosphere quickly swirled in his head, leading him to the conclusion of rebellion.

The knight in the blue helmet walked as quietly as possible, gently opened his door, and closed it as gently as possible. After that, only one word was clear in his head as he spent the night wide awake.

‘I’m fucked.’

They’re people who would kill a witness without a second thought just because they’re a commoner. If they felt even the slightest bit suspicious from the next room, they might even try to kill him. Normally, he would think about ditching two people and running away, but it would be difficult to shake off two healthy noble men who were well-fed while his injuries from the tournament hadn’t healed yet.

After confirming that the people in the next room had disappeared after the sun rose, he started packing like crazy.

‘Where should I go? The Lord’s Castle? Or another territory altogether?’

He worried as he packed, but it wasn’t easy to decide. If it were normal, he would have tried to get into the guard or standing army somehow since he was the runner-up in the tournament, even if he wasn’t a knight of the Count Family. If he left the Count’s territory now for safety, all those opportunities would be gone. He had finally thought he could settle down!

‘Can I meet the Lord?’

Even if he tried to inform him of the rebellion, there was no guarantee that the Lord would meet him. Would a noble meet a commoner who claimed to be a self-proclaimed knight and not a formal knight? Even if he met and talked, he would be lucky if he wasn’t punished for insulting a noble.

Knock knock-

Someone knocked on the door of the knight in the blue helmet as he was worrying like that.

Episode 55. Suspicion (1)

“Mmm… 쪽.” (Jjok – Kissing sound)

Vera licked the semen off her finger and sucked it once.

“It’s… thicker than usual.”

Judging from the erection and the concentration of the semen, she seems to think that I haven’t cheated. If Winnie didn’t give me stamina boosters every day… just thinking about it makes me dizzy.

Vera was about to stand up and try to insert it, so I hugged her and went into the water together. No matter how good my body is, if I slip in a slippery place and hit my head, I could end up like someone who hit their head on a tombstone a week ago.

“Oh, I was just going to dip my feet in…”

“We’re going to sweat after we do it anyway, so think of it as washing beforehand.”

I turned Vera’s body around and hugged her tightly from behind. Even if it’s my semen, I don’t really want it on my body… Unlike Winnie’s lean body, she feels soft and fluffy. When I tap the breasts that are responsible for most of the squishy feeling, the semen that was on them is pushed away by the water and shakes gently. Is this floating on the water?

“…This will make my shoulders hurt less because of my breasts.”

“This? Uh… that’s why I like taking baths.”

“Should I hold them for you outside?”

“Hmm… only where other people can’t see?”

Just hugging and talking like this seems to be healing. But Vera still doesn’t seem satisfied, or maybe she’s just impatient. She rubbed her butt against my penis to stimulate me. It was possible because Vera was sitting between my legs.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Huh?”

“I thought you were trying to change positions because you kept trying to change positions… I thought you were just adjusting because you were uncomfortable.”

“You really…”

Vera glares at me with a sulky face. I can’t help but tease her because her reaction is funny. She wants it but is too embarrassed to say it out loud, so she doesn’t know what to do, which is cute. Winnie is young, so she tends to be honest, so it’s not easy to get a fun reaction like Vera’s.

“Still have some余裕 (yeoyu – leeway/room to spare), I see?”

“No, I want to do it so badly too.”

Vera must be feeling it with her back too. She’s leaning against my body, so she can’t help but be aware of the huge stick pressing against her back.

“Then just do it… why are you like this…”

“Because I want to see you say something dirty and be embarrassed.”

“…You flirt. You’re mischievous.”

“No, I’m not a flirt…”

Vera suddenly stood up. She checked below once, then lowered her butt so she could sit right on my penis after aiming well… I stopped that attempt with both arms. Vera ended up sitting on my hands, but she’s not as heavy as I thought.

“Why are you stopping me…”

“I’m worried you’ll get hurt if you sit down.”

“Ugh…”

Between the palms of my hands that are supporting her butt, a few drops of liquid that I don’t know whether it’s water or vaginal fluid fall. Even in that state, she really doesn’t want to say a dirty word, so Vera muttered with a face reddened by the heat of the bath.

“Really… do it…”

“Huh? I can’t hear you?”

“Put it in my pussy quickly…”

I wondered if I should tease her more, but Vera seemed to be at her limit. Saying “pussy” seems to be less embarrassing than saying “penis.” More than that, I was also reaching my limit.

I guided her butt and gently aligned my penis with her entrance. When I released the strength in my arms, Vera naturally sat down and my penis went all the way in. She seemed surprised by the sudden insertion, but more than that, Vera’s insides squeezed softly as if welcoming it. Unlike Winnie, who squeezes tightly even without swallowing it all, Vera’s vagina felt like it was eating my penis whole and then squeezing it from the inside. I focused my attention on my penis, feeling the sensation after a long time.

“Huuuht…❤”

Vera also seemed to be focusing on her pussy, squeezing my penis as if she was chewing with her vagina. When it’s soft, it’s as soft as if it will embrace everything, but when it squeezes, it squeezes excitingly like a virgin. I supported Vera, who had gone limp after lightly going at it, with my body. I lay down with the insertion maintained and fully enjoyed the sensation of that voluptuous body.

Because women can climax continuously, I felt her go just now, but I didn’t rest. I caressed her breasts and clitoris at the same time, and slowly moved my waist to move my penis back and forth.

“Huuht, huuwoo…”

Vera took a deep breath, as if that alone was overwhelming. Every time she climaxed slightly, her insides twitched and changed, so Vera’s pleasure was soon connected to my pleasure. As I was engrossed in fiddling with her nipples with my fingers, Vera’s arms wrapped around my head.

Vera, who had moved her arms up and grabbed me, kissed me. Responding to that pose that showed off her flexibility, I continued a deep kiss as if I was going to drink all the saliva in Vera’s mouth. I mixed my tongue while looking at Vera’s beautiful face, which was sexy and deep but didn’t lose its dignity. Someday, will I be able to see her face craving pleasure, a face where she throws away that dignity and begs for me? At this rate, it seemed like it wouldn’t be too far in the future.

As I was enjoying the leisurely sex, I remembered that there was a time limit to this situation. I wanted to do more, but I couldn’t help it. I strongly stimulated Vera to greatly increase the density of the stimulation I was giving her, and tried not to hold back the feeling of ejaculation.

“Vera Nuna, can I cum inside?”

“…Uhhng❤ If you want to cum, I can’t help it… just cum in me?”

I didn’t answer out of conscience, and I moved my waist diligently. And at the moment of climax, I hugged Vera tightly and injected semen into her pussy, which couldn’t escape. I unconsciously asked because I was used to cumming inside with Winnie, but I was a little surprised that Vera readily allowed me to ejaculate inside her. She must have reached her climax too, as she shook her body in my arms as if she had been struck by lightning. After staying like that for a while, I could see a whitish liquid slowly flowing out from the combined part in the water.

It would be good to get up quickly, but this much is okay. Even after ejaculating, I didn’t pull out my half-erect penis and enjoyed the afterglow while smelling Vera’s nape. Vera also seemed satisfied, as she arranged her wet hair and left a short kiss on my cheek.

“Edward…”

“Was it good?”

“It felt good…”

“I love you.”

“…❤”

Another kiss. She seems to be more embarrassed by words than actions.

Now that the cloudy semen seemed to be spreading throughout the water, I got out of the tub. Vera called out to me as I was wiping my body and trying to leave.

“Edward.”

“I’ll do the rest tonight.”

“No, you don’t have to push yourself if you’re tired.”

I’m not even tired with this much. Even if you told me to have sex until tomorrow morning, I could do it without any problems if the partner was Vera. Winnie too… well, it doesn’t seem like it would be impossible.

“You won’t… disappoint me in the future, will you?”

“…”

Vera said suddenly. Does she have some kind of feeling? A woman’s intuition is really scary.

“Of course. That will never happen.”

The relationship with Winnie is nothing to be disappointed about. It’s just a reciprocal contractual relationship. It’s all business. But I didn’t want to reveal that first for no reason. I left Vera, who had already eaten dinner, and quickly got dressed and left the bathroom.

“Huu…”

Why did she say that at the end? She didn’t seem upset by the words I blurted out, but I still felt sorry. These small things, when piled up, eventually become wounds that eat away at the relationship. I should tell her later that that wasn’t my intention, Vera thought. In the first place, when has he ever disappointed her?

It seemed like the words came out of a sense of anxiety that he might cheat on her with another woman. Will Edward cheat? To think that, in the first place, her relationship with him was also cheating. Isn’t it funny for the person who’s cheating to tell the other person not to cheat?

She saw the cloudy, foggy part in the water she was in. That was definitely… the traces left by Edward’s semen. If she put that in her… If she had a child because of that? Would she not be able to see anyone else then? But her ex-husband had Monica, but still…

“Young Lady.”

“Huh?”

Vera’s thoughts were broken by her maid, Daria. She seemed to have come in to clean up the bathroom. Tomorrow is the day to throw away the water in the tub and refill it, so she seemed to have come in advance for the long work. If that wasn’t the case, she wouldn’t have let her ejaculate in the water.

“How long has it been since you got married, and you’re still calling me that.”

“To me, you’re always the Young Lady.”

Daria, who always has a expressionless face and says the same lines as always. She had served Vera with that stoic attitude and warm heart since before her marriage, so Daria was someone with whom she could share any secret. She couldn’t hide her relationship with Edward, so she eventually revealed everything not long after they had a relationship. Even if she hadn’t said it, she would have noticed everything while cleaning the bed or room.

“Thank you as always. Today’s work is a secret… you know that, right?”

“…I didn’t see anyone but the Young Lady.”

Hehe, just kidding.

Saying that, Vera left the bathtub. Daria started cleaning the bathtub while calming her complicated feelings.