episode_0146

Even meaninglessly idle chatter, to my ears, seemed to delight Tia.

They looked up at the window together, watching the morning sunlight. Her beautiful body, bathed in dazzling light, gleamed with the semen Fosao had just ejaculated.

“You must be hungry, right? Let’s eat something!”

Tia trotted to the kitchen. Perhaps searching for usable ingredients, she bent down, rummaging through a basket.

Watching her pale, wiggling buttocks, Fosao grinned, baring his teeth.

“Hmm— as expected, there isn’t much to eat.”

After rummaging for a long time, Tia, with a disappointed expression, pulled out a chunk of meat. It was very hard, having been preserved. It seemed as though it would need to be boiled for a long time to be edible. That thought occurred to me.

After the arrest warrant was issued, Tia couldn’t go down to Teildon. So, Fosao was in a position where he had to procure ingredients himself.

However, Fosao only bought a few meager pieces of pork, claiming he had no money, and two days ago, he postponed grocery shopping, citing he was too tired from preparing to move.

In the end, all Tia had brought with her when she came to Breezedon was a single, hardened piece of meat.

“I guess we’ll have to make do with this today.”

How many proper meals had Tia truly eaten while living with Fosao?

It was different at first.

He would make soup for Tia, exhausted from starving all day, or brew herbal tea when she struggled with her period, showing that he cared for her in various ways.

Of course, even that… was probably to win her favor with the money Tia had earned in Deseo, and the 500 gold coins sent by the Royal Physician.

But Fosao spent all that money on buying a house in Gordburg, and as his financial leeway gradually disappeared, he began to drastically cut food expenses.

Although winter was a harsh season, they were eating far worse than in Breezedon, where they had delicious and abundant three meals every day.

How could she think of surviving a whole day with just one piece of meat?

It wouldn’t even fill one of Fosao’s belly folds. Would Tia even get a single bite?

As I worried, Tia squatted naked in front of the hearth, tending the fire.

Even though the brazier was warm, a chilling air still lingered in the kitchen. It was pitiful to see her rubbing her bare arms together, waiting for the fire to catch.

Whoosh!

As the fire finally caught in the hearth, Tia washed a long-unused cast iron pan with water. Then she took out the chunk of meat, ready to cut it.

Clink!

Having finished her preparations, Tia held the knife in her right hand and the chunk of meat in her left. The moment she settled into position to slice it evenly.

Tia paused.

Until now, whenever she cooked, she always wore an apron over her shirt. So, when she bent her head like this, the fabric covering her chest would have been a familiar sight.

But now, she was completely naked, without an apron.

…She had seen her own chest.

On Tia’s plump breasts, the marks Fosao had left during their morning sex remained.

As if merchants visiting to inspect household goods had stamped them with “This item is mine.”

“……”

Tia traced her fingers over her chest once, lingered for a moment.

Then she took up the knife again and began to slice the meat.

Beautiful.

The graceful curve from her nape to her shoulders.

A deep groove ran down her slightly bent back, continuing to her lower waist.

With each tap of the knife, her straight red hair swayed as if in a faint breeze.

Her small buttocks trembled ever so subtly.

She was so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

I had always dreamed of it.

My wife, cooking with such a beautiful back.

I had only ever imagined it.

Her eyelids, deeply engrossed in cooking, were so noble and beautiful. It was like looking at a wondrous work of art. As if touching it with my hand would make it vanish like a bubble.

I couldn’t even dare to touch her.

Slide.

“A gasp…”

Suddenly, a fat, massive body appeared, obscuring Tia’s radiant back.

Fosao rubbed Tia’s buttocks and said, “Hey, you’re slicing it thinly, aren’t you?”

“Oh… yes. If I slice it too thick, it’ll be tough and hard to eat.”

Rub-rub.

“It’s fine. I— I eat anything. If T-Tia makes it.”

“Hehe—. Still, it’ll taste better cooked. Actually, it’s old meat, so I’m not sure if it’ll even taste good…”

A squeeze.

“Heh heh heh.”

“……”

Tia’s chattering mouth suddenly stopped.

At the same time, with a gaze that clearly registered something, she gently put down the knife she was holding.

It was no surprise.

Fosao had pressed his bulging lower belly tightly against Tia’s buttocks, rubbing his penis against her.

“Mister… Ah?”

As the aroused pig relentlessly pushed, her light body was lifted sharply. Since he abruptly clung to her, Tia had no choice but to raise her heels and awkwardly brace her hands forward.

A trembling voice came out faintly.

“I… have to cook…”

“A gasp! I-it’s fine to do it a little later—.”

A deep press.

His greatly swollen penis began to embed itself between her buttocks.

Tia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“How long has it been since we had sex, and you’re already… getting like that again?”

“B-because I saw T-Tia naked, I c-couldn’t control myself. *Pant*.”

“I should have worn clothes after all. I feel like you’re overexerting yourself because of me.”

“No— no—! Th-that’s why I want to do it more!”

“……Yes?”

Grab!

Fosao suddenly embraced Tia tightly from behind.

And he kissed her nape, which held a fresh scent, a couple of times, saying, “I’m also g-getting old now. In a few years in Breezedon… I-I’d be called an Elder-nim.”

Elder-nim.

At those words, Tia cast her eyes downwards.

The Village Elder-nim had taught them manners, telling them to treat all villagers like family.

Young adults were called ‘Uncle’ or ‘Aunt.’ Those a little older were called ‘Auntie’ or ‘Great-Uncle.’ When they reached an age where movement became difficult, they were respectfully called ‘Elder-nim’ or ‘Grandma-nim.’

The Village Elder-nim hadn’t set precise criteria, but everyone implicitly believed that Auntie Sherry was at the center of that standard. Auntie Sherry herself would often laugh, saying that soon they might have to call her Grandma.

So, Fosao, who was similar in age to Auntie Sherry, would soon be old enough to be called an ‘Elder-nim.’

An Elder-nim meant….

The age of entering the twilight of life.

An age to watch one’s children grow into adults and become the new masters of the world,

to let go of strenuous work and pursue an utterly peaceful life,

and to impart ancient wisdom to grandchildren and young children.

However, the word ‘Elder-nim’ didn’t suit Fosao.

To enter the twilight of life, he had never built anything up in his entire life.

He had never married, so he had no children.

He was still living as a peddler to continue his wretched life.

There was no wisdom to be gained from him.

All that remained was his fat body, aging day by day.

That’s why the two of them… never talked about ‘age.’

If one were to tell people that they were father and daughter, or grandfather and granddaughter, everyone would nod.

But if one were to say ‘lovers,’ the difference was so vast that people would be bewildered or even appalled.

Such rumors were common among nobles.

Stories of young maidens marrying old nobles. For some reason, people would nod, thinking, *If they’re nobles, perhaps it’s possible*, yet they would often whisper:

That woman didn’t truly marry for love; she merely sold her body to swallow up all the fortune of a noble whose life thread was short.

For commoners like us, it was so bizarre that we had to force a reason to make it understandable.

However… it seemed that wasn’t exclusively a story for nobles.

Beneath the belly fat of a common man, who was neither wealthy like a noble nor noble in blood, but merely old, fat, stammering, and lazy… Tia lay pinned, face down.

Fosao grasped the hideous thing in his hand and inserted it between Tia’s buttocks.

And slowly, he pushed his hips in.

“……A gasp.”

Tia, lying face down on the table, took a short breath.

From that familiar reaction, I knew that Fosao’s penis had just entered Tia’s vagina.

He whispered, “I-I won’t have many chances to do this repeatedly anymore, so—. *Pant*! I-I have to do it a lot now.”

“……”

Fosao began to thrust his hips.

Thump! Thump!

The meat and knife, which she had been slicing moments ago, were now pushed aside.

In rhythm with the movements of his massive body, Tia’s body repeatedly pushed forward and then returned.

It was a strange feeling.

If Fosao had married when he was young, he might have had a child similar to Ruyef by now. But those days had all passed in a dark general store.

Now, there was nothing he could do to change it.

…But why?

Why did Fosao seem so desperate?

“Pant pant! H-How about you, Tia?”

Beneath Fosao, who was wiggling his hips, Tia, who was being penetrated with her hair splayed across her back, turned her head sideways.

“……What about me?”

“D-don’t you want to do it a lot with me r-right now?”

His dark eyes looked down at Tia. The intense desire reflected in them was visible.

He repeatedly lusted after Tia’s body, almost like his daughter, and whenever it showed any sign of life, he would stiffly erect his penis again and try to insert it into her vagina.

Like a pig copulating at every opportunity.

It must have been a considerable burden for Fosao. Yet, a sense of urgency emanated from him.

As if he were trying to fulfill his ‘male’s calling’ right now.

An instinct to leave his trace in this world, somehow, was evident.

It is said that humans leave behind their names when they depart, but animals leave behind their offspring.

According to that saying, Fosao was less than an animal, let alone a human.

But…

A woman had finally appeared who chose him, an inferior male who couldn’t even leave offspring.

“Pant… pant… I… I want to do it a lot with you, Mister.”

“*Pant*! T-Then…”

The inferior male would never miss this chance.

He would beg the female who chose him, again and again.

“Can I… c-come inside?”

To accept his seed.