Chapitre 124: Chapter 1 Plump Big Breasts + Baking = ?
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"Hmm..."
"What seems to trouble you?"
"Eek?! L-Lord Ain! Don't startle me like that!"
"My apologies. My selfish desire for my beloved wife to always smile slipped out."
—Squish ♡
"Oh, Lord Ain... ♡♡"
I gently poke her soft, plump lips with my finger.
Just this simple gesture makes my adorable Maria's eyes melt nearly shut. The mischievous index finger continues squishing them playfully, not missing a beat when they part slightly. It slips inside smoothly nyurun ♡, then starts teasingly wiggling around.
"Chup ♡ Nn ♡ Chub... ♡ Ai'n-sama ♡ No... ♡ It's not even noon yet ♡ Chup ♡♡"
"I always crave you, my love. What a terrible priest I am."
"Mmm-chup♡ Not at all, ♡dear! ♡Nchup♡ Chup♡ Chub♡ Lord Ain is ♡a splendid high priest♡ Suu♡♡"
"Daaaad! You still have work to do, so no slacking off!"
"And Mom, don't let him get away with it either!"
"Regrettably, your children are right."
"...Yes, dear."
My kids wouldn't panic just because we were getting affectionate in the living room during daytime; they've grown accustomed to this sight since birth, unlike the villagers who might find our behavior odd due to lacking the hypnotic influence. Nevertheless, they aren't lenient enough to excuse us for neglecting our duties.
It's rather embarrassing to be scolded by our kids as fully grown adults in our forties. But I suppose it just proves they're turning out well.
"Just because Lucia isn't here right now doesn't mean you won't hear about this later."
"You're right. We should probably finish our work before she finds out."
While all my other children have left home and started families of their own without any trouble, my eldest daughter, Lucia, has stayed with us. Well, technically speaking, she did leave for several years when she went abroad to study at the royal capital to become a Sister. At the time, we braced ourselves for the possibility that she might find a good husband there and never return, but fortunately, her studies remained her top priority, and she came back safely after becoming ordained. She made plenty of female friends during her stay, yet despite all that, she didn't even manage to snag a boyfriend, let alone a husband. Is she doing okay?
Peck.
"We'll talk more tonight, dear."
"Let's talk more tonight."
"Yes, dear. Please take care."
Patience is often the best seasoning.
With a light kiss, I set off to attend to my errands...
"Ammmmmmm... ♡♡"
It wasn't quite enough, so after sharing a passionate kiss for about a minute, I finally went on my way.
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"There's something I should probably not discuss with you, Lord Ain, but..."
"You can tell me as much as you feel comfortable?"
Later that night.
After a brief round of marital intimacy, we continued our conversation from earlier. It was challenging to suppress my raging erection as my kinky wife nonchalantly scooped up and licked semen dripping from her pussy, but her concerns took precedence over my sexual desires.
"I've been troubled about chocolates lately."
"Chocolates... Ah, right."
"It has been over twenty years since we started giving them, so it's getting difficult to find variety..."
Even this pseudo-fantasy world has Valentine's Day, naturally. I didn't feel like pointing out how absurd that seems when considering its origins; after all, more holidays just means more fun.
"I'm planning to bake cocoa cake for the children as usual, but I couldn't decide what to give you, Lord Ain..."
"Well, it might not be my place to comment since I'm on the receiving end."
"You're right, but since we've already brought it up, what kind of chocolate would you like?"
Hmm...
I'd be thrilled with any chocolate from Maria, but that wasn't quite what she was asking about. It felt slightly presumptuous for me to make the decision, but if she wanted my input, who was I to refuse?
"Could it be something other than chocolate?"
"Yes, whatever you desire, Lord Ain...?"
In that case, there could only be one answer.
"Would you please make me some pudding?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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