Chapitre 129: Chapter 1 Countdown
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Lately, Maria has been acting strange.
"Haaah! Haaaah! Haaaaah!"
"A-argh! M-Maria..."
"Nnngh...! Ahhh! Nnngggh!! Oooohhhh!!"
Dop♡ Doomp♡ Donk♡ Doomp♡ Doomp♡♡
Today's marital activities should have been as enjoyable as ever...
But as she straddled my body, impaled herself on my cock, and continued bouncing up and down, her face wasn't its usual lust-crazed expression of affection.
"Guhhh!"
Dopppp♡♡ Dopp!♡ Bloop!♡ Doppp♡♡
"Oh...haaahhh...! Agh...♡...Ahhhhhh!"
"Maria... Let's take a break for a—agh?!"
Doomp♡ Donk♡ Dob♡ Dobbo♡♡
"Haaah! Haaaah! Next, next time...! Give me more sperm... Lord Ain's seedddd!"
Maria was gyrating her hips above me.
She looked incredibly distressed.
"..."
My wife lay sleeping next to us.
Exhausted, she had fallen asleep almost immediately. Normally, we would both collapse together after our lovemaking or enjoy some cuddling time before drifting off.
This sort of thing hadn't happened once in over forty years of marriage. Something was definitely wrong. But it wasn't something I could figure out by thinking too hard about it. No, this wasn't something I should try to understand on my own. We were husband and wife, after all.
"It feels just like that day."
"What do you mean?"
"The day I confessed my feelings for Lord Ain."
"Oh, right."
"That night...you made me warm milk, too."
The following evening...
In our bedroom, Maria and I sat facing each other with knees tucked close. She was very perceptive. Sensing the change in my mood, she willingly engaged in conversation with me.
"It feels nostalgic... How did it become such a distant memory?"
Maria's mental state had deteriorated shortly after giving birth to our son. There were no complications during labor; the baby was full of energy and, even today, drank his fill from Maria's breast before crying loudly or laughing heartily.
As an aside, just last month, my first great-grandchild was born safely, making this new child younger than their own great-grandparent. The other children of my generation now look at me with more bewilderment than ever, as if I'm some alien species.
"For me, it seems like...just yesterday."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"..."
"We're husband and wife. It's not necessary for us to share everything. However, if you're suffering, I want to understand why. If there's anything I can do to alleviate your pain, even slightly, I would gladly do it."
The warmth of the milk seeping through my palm calmed me down. It was ironic that the beverage I'd prepared for her comfort ended up soothing me instead. Pathetic, but no matter.
"..."
Her mouth opened and closed again.
She took a breath to speak, then pursed her lips once more.
This repeated several times.
Sensing she didn't want me to rush her, all I could do was wait patiently for her to continue.
"Actually, probably...I think..."
"Yes?"
"I believe...I've reached menopause."
"Menopause?"
"It means...it means..."
Uh-oh, I couldn't translate the word she gave me into text. What is it? Menopause, what does that mean again?
"My body can no longer bear Lord Ain's children...!"
Oh, so "menopause" means...she can't have kids anymore?! Well, thinking about it objectively, it would be even more remarkable if she could give birth at over sixty years old.
Oh... Well, that's unfortunate, but it doesn't change much for me. All I have to do now is take my time enjoying intimacy with our children while raising them until they reach adulthood.
"I'm no longer worthy of being Lord Ain's wife...!"
"Huh?!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
"No, wait—why would you say that?! Maria, stop! No, listen, that 'huh' was just surprise, not agreement!" My voice rose as I stood up abruptly.
I moved around to face her directly, dropping to one knee and taking her hands. When our eyes met, hers were filled with terror.
"But I swore...! That day, I promised I'd bear your children, Lord Ain! Now I'm useless, unable to even give birth anymore...! Ah! Aaaaaah!"
"Maria!"
She definitely did make that vow.
That day, at our wedding ceremony... I made her swear while holding Maria with Lucia inside, promising to be mine forever and bear my children. But that's not what it meant!
"Maria..."
Her hands were wrinkled.
Just as I suspected. No matter how old she got or how much of a granny she became, Maria would always be beautiful.
And so, selfish though it may be, I've always wished for her to keep smiling.
"I—...I am...!"
My vision blurred through tears. It was me who made her cry. For my own amusement, I burdened her with this selfish vow.
"I love you more than anything!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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