Chapter 73 : Newlyweds (2)

Married life was surprisingly uneventful.

“Well, it’s not that different from usual.”

I’d do chores around the house, Caspar would come home, we’d have s*x, and that was it.

Oh, there was also reading parenting books and visiting people… but it was all pretty much the same.

“Isn’t that proof of your lewdness, Agathe? Normal people aren’t in heat all day long like you.”

Caspar teased, kneading my breasts.

Tch. He was the one who made me this way. My fault.

“Th-That’s not going to do anything. Hee! S-Stop it!”

I shivered.

Huu…

My mind felt like it was turning to mush. If this kept happening, I’d become an idiot. Caspar, seemingly unconcerned, continued to knead my soft flesh, enjoying himself.

“You… Mm… You’re not even enjoying it that much… you can’t even feel it with your hands… so why, why do you keep—!”

My words dissolved into a moan. I glared at Caspar, but my lecherous husband simply replied,

“I told you, normal people aren’t in heat all day long. I’m doing this because it feels good. It’s soft and… pleasant.”

I struggled to keep my jaw closed, saliva threatening to spill, and tried to look at myself objectively.

“…”

He was right.

Caspar wasn’t really doing anything that bad to me. Some might consider using your wife’s body as a cushion or a toy to be excessive, but that wasn’t the case for us.

B-But still, it didn’t make sense.

Just by casually cuddling or fondling me, like I was a cushion, I’d become like this?

“Well, I did want to see you like this…”

Caspar smirked, continuing his teasing.

“You… you…!”

My indignant protests were easily quelled by a single finger.

Bad habits… huu… I’d indulged him too much.

He was always trying to tame me. Did he want to conquer me that much?

Or did he simply… like me?

Either way, it was my fault for raising him like this.

…I should have taught him about s*x and morality when he was younger, instead of just combat… Hyaa!

“Huu… Mm… Stop… please stop… We… we promised to visit Bari today. If we keep this up, we’ll… miss our appointment…”

“So… you don’t want to?”

Mm…

If he asked like that…

“I-I don’t… dislike it…”

How could I dislike it? When it was him doing it.

Sometimes, just looking at him made me so happy I felt like crying. There was nothing Caspar could do that I would genuinely dislike.

It was just… not my preference.

“Then let’s stay like this.”

—Knead. Knead.

Despite his confident words, perhaps feeling a little guilty, Caspar’s touch gradually shifted from teasing to massage.

As his fingers kneaded my shoulders, back, and calves, loosening my muscles, soft moans escaped my lips.

“Huu… Feels good… M-Mm… Wait… Ah!”

Well… since touching me anywhere produced similar results, it didn’t really matter.

Besides, what woman orgasms just from having her breasts touched? It takes considerable effort and… development to achieve sexual pleasure that way.

…In other words, the fact that I’d climaxed from just Caspar’s teasing meant that other areas were equally sensitive.

“…D-Don’t look at me like that, Caspar. You’re mean. Trying to devour your older sister… so mean.”

There was something… condescending in the way he looked at me, as if I were some easy conquest. It annoyed me.

I was just letting him win. Because he liked it. If I wanted to, he wouldn’t last a second against me.

“Oh really?”

But seeing Caspar’s eager expression, as if ready to pounce again, I sighed and took his waistband in my mouth.

“Ah… fine. I’ll let you use this once, so please… go easy on me, Master.”

“Three times.”

“…Twice. No more than that.”

Any more than that, and I’d be truly upset.

Really.

Bari’s house, where she was raising triplets.

Her parents were away on a trip, so I’d promised to visit.

“Ah, you’re here? Agathe. You’re a little late.”
She looked even more exhausted than when she was the Special Operations Department Head at the Association. At least she seemed happy.

“…I… had some things to do.”

I told a blatant lie and took off my shoes, stepping inside.

“Where’s… Caspar?”

“Oh, he… he said he had something to do. So, I came alone.”

Another lie.

If Caspar had come with me, I wouldn’t have been able to act normal. I’d barely managed to tear myself away from him.

Besides, I could handle childcare on my own.

It was better for the father to just play with the kids. I wanted to keep childcare as my responsibility.

Enhen offered to help, but that would never happen as long as I was sane. I might as well let a cat guard the fish.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust or dislike my sister… No, actually, I did find her a bit unreliable lately.

As I was thinking this, Bari smiled warmly and said,

“You seem to be doing much better, Agathe. Ah, is this… too personal?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not a secret.”

I smiled faintly.

My mind was completely clear now. I could be away from Caspar for extended periods without suffering from anxiety.

I was grateful to Enhen.

Well, the downside was that being with Caspar made me feel a little… strange.

The longer I was with him, the more muddled my mind became, filled with the urge to cling to him. The fact that I didn’t find it unpleasant was even more unsettling.

Would my sharp mind truly turn to mush? I needed to pass on good genes to my future children.

“Anyway, how’s raising kids these days?”

I picked up one of the rapidly growing babies and asked Bari.

She shook her head tiredly.

“It’s hard. They’re incredibly strong, and they never get tired… Sigh. It’s difficult to control them even for most Hunters, so I always need help. Thank you, Agathe. Really.”

Though they’d been revived by the power of the Flower, Bari’s parents were ordinary civilians. They couldn’t handle Bari’s triplets, who’d been Hunters since birth.

So, she’d been doing all the childcare herself.

“Wah! Waaah!”

Startled by being held by a stranger, the baby in my arms started crying.

Hey, that’s a little hurtful. I saw you last month.

It was as if the baby was protesting, saying I wasn’t its mother. Would my child be like this too?

“Is this Byeol?”

Bari nodded. She was tending to the other twins, Hae and Dal.

By the way… Hae, Dal, and Byeol. (Sun, Moon, and Star), Were those names really okay?

“But what about their legal documents? Their last name… is it your parents’?”

Bari didn’t have a last name.

She’d sacrificed her whole life, even her name and identity, for conquering Gates. I hadn’t dared ask before, but it should be okay now.

“They don’t have a last name. I’m going to… let them choose for themselves when they grow up.”

So, their names would literally be just one word each? That was interesting.

“It’s similar to you and Caspar, isn’t it? Not having last names.”

“That’s true.”

I nodded slightly.

For whatever reason, none of the characters in the original game had last names. After reincarnating, I’d learned that such a cultural concept hadn’t fully developed yet in this world.

Partly because the population was so small that last names weren’t necessary for identification, and partly because in a world where power and blessings were inherited, there was no need to prove lineage with words.

In any case, Caspar and I not having last names wasn’t a big deal.

It was how we’d always lived.

“Right. What does it matter? Come on, the kids are going to start crying. Let’s play with them.”

I observed the babies closely, a smile spreading across my face.

Ah. I couldn’t wait.

If other people’s children were this endearing, how much more lovable would my own be?

“…Oh, right. Agathe, how many children are you planning to have?”

“Ten, for now? I might have more later. But I don’t think I’ll have fewer. We have plenty of time.”

“…You… might change your mind. It feels strange saying this to someone who came to learn about parenting, but… maybe wait until after you raise your first child before you decide. Really.”

Hmm…

That wasn’t something I could decide. It was up to Caspar.

Besides, they were just babies. How hard could childcare be? It hadn’t seemed that difficult when I helped Bari before.

Both Caspar and I were superhuman with near-infinite stamina, so we’d be fine.

I’d been through so much. I was studying parenting out of a sense of responsibility and fear of the unknown, not because I genuinely thought I couldn’t handle it.

“If you change your mind, feel free to call me, Agathe. Raising children is no joke.”

At Bari’s sincerely concerned words, I smiled and silently accepted her offer.

I wouldn’t actually call her, though.

Would I…?