episode_0134

As time passed… morning came again.

Warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, swaying gently.

Tia, who had been lying naked with Fosao, was nowhere to be seen.

Leaving Fosao snoring in his sleep, I exited the second-floor bedroom.

As I descended the stairs, step by step, I heard a clattering sound from the kitchen.

I went there.

And I saw her.

…Tia, cooking as usual.

With a perfectly normal expression, as if it were unbelievable that she had been underneath Fosao all night, having vigorous sex, she diligently peeled potatoes and prepared meat.

But her slightly sleepy eyes, weak wrists, and disheveled hair… were undoubtedly traces of being worn out by Fosao.

“Yawn….”

She yawned.

She must be tired.

Fosao’s member was far too large for her small body to accommodate, and he had even thrust with all his might as if to break her body apart.

Nevertheless, Tia prepared breakfast for Fosao, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

Her back as she prepared pork stew alone… was like seeing my Aunt Olivia right after she got married.

Waking up early, composing herself, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry – a diligent life.

I remembered the voice that used to boast to Aunt Merid about how it was a wife’s natural duty for her husband and family.

Tap tap tap.

How could she be so beautiful?

Her hand movements, as she gazed at the potatoes and sliced them into uniform thickness, were elegant.

Though disheveled, her red hair, dyed by the morning sunlight, was incomparably noble.

Her lips, tasting a spoonful to check the seasoning, were as lovely as an apple.

I had always dreamed.

I lived my whole life imagining this sight.

The savory smell of bubbling stew. The cozy scent of morning.

My young and lovely wife in the kitchen.

I had no doubt that all of this… was the best morning scene a man could wake up to.

But.

I instinctively tried to place my hand on Tia’s shoulder and realized.

This hand… could never reach her.

The moment it recoiled to grasp her, it would simply pass through Tia’s rounded shoulder and disappear.

This was a phantom of the past.

And the one to greet this fantastic morning was not me.

“When are you going to wake up, Mister….”

Because it was Fosao.

Having finished cooking, Tia seemed to want a short break and sat down on a chair.

And she began to resume the weaving she had started earlier.

It didn’t look like a simple pastime.

Winter was almost over, so making warm clothes now seemed strange.

The yarn wasn’t thick wool, but a very delicate and fine ‘thread’.

Even handling such thin thread, Tia calmly wove it without a single mistake.

I had heard that she was very good at weaving from a long time ago… seeing it directly, I could only think that her skill was truly exceptional.

Like artisans who had done nothing but that work for decades. Every time her hands moved back and forth, the threads neatly connected.

‘Tia’s textile,’ which I had so desperately wanted as a gift…

It swayed before my eyes.

It was then.

Tia, who had been quietly weaving, suddenly stopped her hands.

For some reason, she even frowned slightly.

Thud.

Tia placed her knitting and thread on the table and slowly rose from the chair.

And then she suddenly grabbed her waistband and smoothly pulled her pants down.

Her pristine white lower belly was revealed.

“…….”

Her pants were stained black, and a strange reddish hue lingered between her thighs.

When Tia wiped her thigh with her finger, her finger became stained red.

…Her period had returned again.

Tia, seeing her blood-stained finger, remained silent for a long time.

She was silent even as she took off her pants and entered the bathroom.

But when she cleanly washed between her thighs with cold water.

For some reason, Tia showed a slight expression of relief.

By the time she changed into new clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Finally, Fosao woke up from his late sleep.

He came thudding down the stairs naked, without even putting on clothes, and immediately looked for Tia.

“Ti-Tia! Where are you?”

“…Mister? I’m here.”

Fosao rushed over and hugged Tia tightly.

“Why… why weren’t you here when I woke up?!”

“Well, that’s because you wake up too late, Mister. I wake up early.”

Burying his head in Tia’s grumbling chest, he took a deep breath.

“Hehehe! I love it so much. Heheheh….”

“Honestly…. I’m not running away, so please let go.”

“Whenever I woke up, I was always al-alone. But now, when I wake up, Ti-Tia is the first to greet me… I love it so much.”

As he spoke, Fosao’s hand naturally moved down towards her buttocks.

I saw Tia tense up at the slowly creeping, subtle touch.

“Tia.”

“Yes?”

“Should we… have morning se-sex…?”

After having sex last night, sleeping in until the sun was high in the sky, and then bursting out naked immediately upon waking up, the first thing he said to Tia was ‘let’s have sex.’

Moreover, his throbbing dick, showing no signs of backing down, proved that what he had just said was not a dirty joke but the truth.

The one embracing Tia was not human.

It was a pig in heat.

Truly… it looked like nothing else.

“Huh? We had fu-fun yesterday, didn’t we?”

Fosao stroked Tia’s buttocks and then smoothly slipped a finger between her folds.

Since there was no explicit refusal, he took it as ‘tacit permission’ and tried to pull down her waistband.

*Thap*.

A flustered Tia grabbed his wrist.

“N-no.”

“Huh?”

“I… just started. My period….”

“Nuh?”

Along with a dumbfounded voice, I saw ‘sense’ clearly settling upon the face of the pig in heat.

Menstruation was considered dirty.

Most people thought that way.

Because it involved bleeding from that area, women were embarrassed to talk about it and often used strong perfumes to mask the unpleasant smell of blood.

Among the boys in Teildun, there were even rumors telling them not to go near girls who were menstruating.

But I had gained a lot of knowledge about the human body from medical books and learned that female menstruation was proof that a woman’s body was capable of making a baby.

And I also knew that the only time a woman’s period temporarily stopped in her lifetime was… when she was ‘pregnant.’

Tia must have read the same books as me, which is why she showed such a relieved expression.

At the fact that she wasn’t pregnant yet….

Fosao retreated blankly.

“Ah, ahh… I-is that so? …Right?”

He whispered so softly it was almost inaudible.

But Fosao definitely said ‘right.’

It was as if he had forgotten that Tia’s period returned around this time and had just remembered.

Would she even know?

The fact that Fosao had meticulously calculated her menstrual cycle and written it down on a calendar.

Tia, who had no way of knowing about his perverted actions, offered him the carefully prepared pork stew to console the disappointed Fosao.

“Are you hungry? Let’s eat breakfast.”

“Mmm….”

Fosao, rejected for sex, sat at the table with a sullen face.

The man, who had been holding his spoon, sighed deeply mid-meal.

Tia asked.

“Why? Don’t you have an appetite?”

“No. It t-tastes good, but….”

Fosao asked, smacking his lips with the pork.

“When will your p-period end?”

“Huh? ……Usually about three days.”

“So, we ca-can’t do it during that time?”

As if asking what he meant, Tia blinked and replied.

“There will be blood. It’s dirty, isn’t it?”

“Ti-Tia’s blood is clean.”

“That’s not the point… *Sigh*….”

She held her throbbing forehead and sighed.

I wondered if she might suddenly feel disillusioned with Fosao, who clung to her so persistently, wanting sex.

But the kind Tia… said as if there was nothing to be done.

“After my period ends… we can do it a lot.”

“Huh? Re-really? Can we do it ‘a lot’?”

“Not too much, though. You’re too heavy, Mister, so it’s a bit hard.”

“Heheheh! O-okay!”

As soon as he got the promise, Fosao’s appetite immediately returned, and he began to devour the stew.

Watching him, Tia also smiled faintly.

***

Tia rested a bit from housework, saying her body ached from menstrual cramps. Instead, she mostly sat in front of the warm hearth and wove.

Since the chimney was blocked, the two of them always lived on the second floor to avoid the cold, except when eating or bathing.

There would have been no problem if he lived alone, but the issue was that Fosao was so large that staying in the cramped bedroom all day was too restrictive.

“Mister.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll try to unblock the chimney.”

Tia said that she, being small, would go into the chimney herself.

She also said that although winter was nearly over, early spring was still cold, so they had to solve the chimney problem somehow.

But Fosao shook his head.

“Ah, no. There’s no need for that.”

“But you said it’s too cold, and you can’t even take a proper nap.”

“Soon… we’re mo-moving.”

“Moving?”

A startled Tia dropped the ball of yarn she was holding.

“…Why?”

“It’s that… there s-seems to be a pr-problem at the trading company in De-Deseo.”

Fosao stammered his explanation.

The rebellion the two of them caused in Deseo was the problem.

As the flames of rebellion grew, Modaless was naturally named as the ringleader.

The kingdom’s elite soldiers even came all the way here to capture Fosao.

Although Tia cleverly dealt with all those soldiers, it wasn’t something to be completely at ease about.

“Because soldiers mi-might come again….”

Somehow, I had felt for a while that the general store was slowly being tidied up.

It seemed he had already planned to escape to a distant place since then.

“Where will you go?”

“Go-Goldenburg.”

“Gordburg?”

“Yeah. I’ve already decided on a pl-place to live there. But there’s a small problem….”

Fosao scratched his head, looking troubled.

“In a few days… a tr-trading company I know will come here to pack up our belongings. We’ll probably have to vacate the house for about te-ten days. But during that time… there’s no place to st-stay.”

The first place that came to mind was the inn in Teildun… but they couldn’t use it.

Not only were both their faces too well-known, but above all, it was a city where Tia was wanted as a murderer.

And if they happened to encounter people from Brizedon, problems could arise.

Going somewhere even further meant crossing the Dragonez Mountains, and traversing the forest in midwinter was certainly not a wise idea.

“Then…….”

But Tia gave an answer with surprising ease.

“Let’s go to our house.”

“‘Our house’?”

“Yes. My house.”

Is that so.

Since no one lived there now, and no one came there.

It would be perfect for a short stay.

In that case, now…….

Would Brizedon become ‘the two people’s town’?