R4STWH - Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Just as I froze at his words about melting away, he pulsed inside me, spilling his seed.
“Ah…!”
My vision went white as the tension I'd been holding back finally broke.
His muffled moans trailed from my earlobe down my neck, his lips brushing against my racing pulse, twice as fast as usual.
Even as he came, his cock pressed against my cervix, as if determined to fill me completely.
“Haa…”
Even after he finished, he didn’t pull out. He rolled over, pulling me on top of him, and gently caressed my back.
I listened to the rapid beating of his heart against my chest and traced the lines of his relaxed face.
“Elias,” I said after a long moment, catching my breath.
I couldn't ignore the conversation I'd overheard in the hallway.
“It seems your sister came to visit.”
“My sister…?” Elias asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
There was a small sitting area between our bedroom and the hallway, so even with his heightened senses, he probably hadn’t heard more than the fact that someone had visited. Especially if the messenger had spoken quietly.
“Yes. She said she came to see you. Shouldn't we get ready for lunch?”
I watched him discreetly and saw a flicker of conflict in his eyes.
‘Does he really have to?’ ‘I want to stay like this a little longer.’ He seemed to be thinking something along those lines.
They were blood relatives, but they were practically strangers. It was understandable that he found her sudden, unannounced visit puzzling.
“Don’t you… want to spend more time with me?”
“Huh? Have we ever been apart?”
Elias and I hadn’t been separated for more than an hour since our wedding day.
‘There are two bathrooms. Do we really have to bathe together every single time?’
‘As husband and wife, we are responsible for each other’s bodies. I have to make sure there aren’t any hidden injuries.’
Not only when bathing,
‘…Your Excellency, we’re ready to dress Madam.’
‘Don’t mind me and carry on. I feel better when she's near.’
‘Ah… It must be unfamiliar for Madam. Very well. We'll attend to her needs and make sure she feels comfortable…’
‘No, I meant I prefer to do it this way.’
‘…?’
…but also when changing clothes or eating.
Even when he was officially declared the heir of Tenaclad and began learning the ropes, he didn't want to be apart from me.
‘There are so many advisors here in your office. Isn’t it a bit awkward for me to be here?’
‘Should I tell them all to leave?’
‘They’re here to help you. I’ll be in the library. See you later.’
I'd gone to the enormous library, intending to bury myself in the fascinating books, but not long after, Elias had appeared, carrying a box full of documents.
‘I can take care of these here.’
He’d smiled, sat down opposite me, and emptied the box onto the table.
After that, he had a desk set up for me in a corner of his office, where I could read. Although, these days, I was getting more involved in dungeon-related matters.
He hadn’t taken me with him when he met with Gerent, but even then, he’d returned within an hour.
So, his question about spending more time together seemed a bit strange…
‘Ah, did he mean it in a different way…?’
Ever since he realized I couldn't be harmed, he seemed to have erased the word “restraint” from his vocabulary. It was as if he thought it was a disaster if we stopped at just once.
He used his significantly boosted stamina to spend as much time as possible with me in bed.
Seeing his lips tighten in disappointment at my oblivious reply, I quickly corrected myself.
“We can do it again later! We don’t have any dungeons to clear today, thanks to finishing three yesterday.”
“Later when?”
“Whenever you want…?”
“So anytime I want is fine?”
“Of course. I always enjoy it.”
His expression relaxed.
“Good. Keep your promise.”
“Of course!”
I also wanted to spend the entire day with him.
It’s just that I’d realized I needed to restrain myself a bit for his sake.
A few days ago, when I’d run into Luna at the castle, she’d asked me to be mindful of his reputation.
‘There are strange rumors going around about His Excellency among the staff.’
Her demeanor was still cold, but much more respectful than before.
She seemed quite pleased that Elias, who had been neglected and practically expelled from the family, was now the head of Tenaclad. She also seemed to think I deserved some credit.
‘They say he’s obsessed with you and doesn't leave you alone for a moment…’
…I probably shouldn’t have made him sit me on his lap and feed me in the dining hall, where servants were always present.
And he’d made such a fuss over a small cut on my wrist from the dungeon.
‘It’s not necessarily a bad thing since you’re newlyweds…’
Since she seemed genuinely concerned about Elias, I figured I should heed her advice.
And the world wasn't exactly peaceful right now.
“I wonder what she wants.”
“Hmm… probably something related to the dungeons.”
“That’s likely.”
Many families were seeking Tenaclad’s protection.
I vaguely remembered hearing that the family Elias’s mother had remarried into wasn't doing well, so they had probably come to ask for help.
They were still related by blood, after all.
“Are you coming with me?” Elias asked, meeting my gaze.
“If that’s alright with you.”
“Of course.”
He had seemed reluctant earlier, but now that he’d decided to meet his sister, he seemed slightly nervous.
‘I have to be there to keep an eye on things.’
I wouldn’t tolerate anyone, even family, trying to take advantage of him. Though, since she was his sister, I would try to be nice.
‘I hope they’re decent people.’
I headed to the bathroom, wondering what kind of person she was and how much she resembled Elias.
Of course, since Elias came with me, it took a little… longer than usual to bathe, but I’d factored that into our schedule, so it wasn't a problem.
And so, in the warm afternoon sun, I met Elias’s sister for the first time.
“Brother!”
A young girl rushed towards us, as if about to jump into Elias's arms.
‘No way.’
Elias’s embrace was mine alone.
But if I pushed the frail-looking girl away, she might go flying and die, so I opted for a different approach.
I ran towards her and hugged her myself.
“……?”
Caught off guard by my swift, unseen movement, she blinked, surprised, nestled in my arms.
“W-Who are you…?”
“The mistress of Tenaclad,” I said curtly, then slowly released her. “My name is Ilesha.”
She looked back and forth between Elias, standing awkwardly by the table, and me, her face flustered, then curtsied slightly.
“I’m Clea Protia.”
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