Click!
The door unlocked.
".....Katherine?"
"No, it's me."
"De-de-de! Desmond!!?"
"Am I not supposed to be here?"
"No, no...."
Charlotte's eyes flickered.
--What's up with this wife, she's getting prettier and prettier, isn't she?
Desmond (a reincarnated evil naughty uncle who is now 28 years old) stepped into the bedroom of his ignorant wife, Charlotte, who is 29 years old. Regardless of whatever inside his mind is, his appearance is that of a handsome aristocrat himself who is picturesque in every way. His golden blond hair, high nose, and blue eyes shine piercingly in the dark with magic power to burn the image of his wife into his eyes.
She was dressed in the same thin negligee as last night.
There was no way that Charlotte, twenty-nine years old, was unaware of his purpose when the handsome beast stepped into her bedroom.
-- But isn't Desmond just came to seek me yesterday?
In this world where there is no sexual desire, sex is just an act of reproduction, and there is no pleasure in such a task, so unless there is an urgent need to have a child, one would not keep visiting the room. Moreover, I believe it takes several days for a man to refill and recharge. Furthermore, I have a body that is unable to bear a child.
That's how it's supposed to be...
"I'm sorry. I can't control my feelings. It's just that you're too attractive."
"W....wait--ah ..."
When her husband came over to her, Mistress Charlotte swept her moist blue eyes over him. without letting his wife showing any rejection. He scooped up her chin and sucked on his wife's moist lips, in the middle of the maiden's agitation.
"Chup, chup...."
"Nuh-uh....
I nipped at her upper lip, then her lower lip, and when she started to reply to me, I just screwed my tongue in and began to rub it together. Charlotte's breath was already sweet. Desmond embraced her and rubbed his body against hers as his wife breathed heavily in heat.
Then she put her arm around Desmond's back and clung to him lovingly, sucking his mouth and exchanging saliva. The scent of the two of them hit each other's noses.
--I'm not going to be able to refuse Desmond if he does this to me. Huh... that feels good.
Please let me swallow it more....
"Pua..."
As they emerged from the swamp of their love for each other, a silver bridge formed between their lips as they caught their breath.
"I love you, Charlotte."
"Desmond.... umm...."
She was so turned on that he went straight to her neck and sucked on it. His lips were hot as he crawled around, sucking and leaving red hickeys, and Charlotte could only surrender to him.
When his fingers reached for the large bulge in her negligee, she shivered and twitched.
"Anh" she cried cutely.
"Mmmm, mmmm..
If you keep rubbing it.
"Charlotte, your nipples are getting erect."
"Oh, don't say that, Desmond..... Hmm."
I pressed and squeezed the plumpness that pushed up her clothes, and she squirmed and moaned as I shook the soft, large bulge.
"Charlotte, I want you."
"But I'm not able to have children. And there is no indication that I was impregnated during last night's sexual session...."
--Well, in this world, if you could use magic, you could easily find out if a fertilized egg was created or not. Well, in that case...
Desmond said, "That's why I do it, isn't it? I will continue to use my sexual art to hold you every night until Charlotte is pregnant. ."
"every....night...."
"You look happy. Charlotte is such an indecent girl."
Desmond grinned.
"No, No, I didn't! It's...it's because of you...."
Desmond lost his patience when she turned her face away from him as if she was sulking. In addition, the word 'slut" was not understood, but the word "indecent" was understood. --You're starting to get it, aren't you? I couldn't stop grinning at her reaction.
"Come on, let me see your lovely body."
"Ah...no, no, no." I could only hear the pleasure in her voice.
Desmond easily peeled off Charlotte's negligee as her cheeks flushed. It was not because he was used to it, but because it was easy to take off and Charlotte even raised her hips.
--I knew it she was a slut-chan. you're a cute little lady who has a shameful thought.
Her breasts are plump, full, and bowl-shaped, the areola was also swollen with a delicate outline. She had a supple waist and slender legs. Her pubic area is overgrown with thick pubic hair. She was rubbing her inner thighs together, fidgeting in embarrassment.
By the looks of it, she might already be starting to get wet. Desmond's can't resist his animalistic desire.
I was sure I had seen them last night, but I couldn't contain my excitement at the obscene rise of her nipples. I immediately sucked on it.
"Oh, no! Desmond~, no, you can't suck them this hard~!"
Sweet as ever, I'm addicted.
"Chug, chug, chug..."
"Hyahhhhhh!"
*lick* lick* *lick* *pero* *pero*
Desmond pressed his face against the large bulge and sucked hard on it. He rolled the erect nipple with the tip of his tongue, and the lusty sound of her voice became more sugary and debauched.
"Ahhhh....."
She twisted her hips, the corner of her eyes drooping and her white cheeks flushed, like a little girl's. Desmond reached out to touch Charlotte's private parts with his finger, thinking that she was more responsive than yesterday.
A small scream escaped Charlotte's lips as she thought of Katherine's vagina that she had seen during the day. Like Charlotte, her vagina was small, and the milky pink folds of her flesh were indecent, even though Desmond had just begun to teach her about pleasure.
Her husband's fingers scratched at her thick pubic hair, then rubbed her crack, making her moan and cry.
-- Oh , I got wet...Ah...no when I was in the daytime, Kathryn didn't get wet.
"Ah I'm not...."
"You're an indecent girl, Charlotte"
It's not that I don't like it.
And then he pressed on her erect clitoris.
"Hahhhhhhh!...Please don't~ Desmond~" Charlotte's hips were wriggling. "I'm not...I'm not...I'm not an indecent girl I'm not a ...!"
"What are you talking about? You've got such a plump, puffy clitoris, and you're spilling your nasty juices all over the place."
"No, No, No...."
When he whispered in her ear, she covered her face with her hands and shook her head in rejection. Still, she didn't brush his fingers away but rather wriggled her hips as if she were begging for more. Her nipples were so erect that they had little cherries on them.
--I wonder if I was an indecent girl....
The teasing caresses made her mind ecstatic and intoxicated.
She's letting out a disgusting scream, being tortured by a disgusting man's hands and mouth.
"Heee!"
"You're so horny. That's disgusting."
His fingers sank into her. When he started to nip and suck, she felt a buzzing sensation that penetrated her brain and made her mouth pucker like a fish. His fingers never stopped, kneading the folds of her vagina, making her feel as if she were completely exposed.
"Mmmm, nnnn...no, no, no, no, no. ..."
As Charlotte writhed in pleasure, she was aware that her vagina was literally sucking his finger lovingly into her hole. She tightened her grip on his finger, almost making a heart symbol fly out of her lips, and let out a squirt of embarrassing juice.
I'm embarrassed. Too embarrassed.
But it is also true that I want more.
--No, no, no, no, this is driving me crazy....
The shame had already become the perfect spice for pleasure. Katherine's vagina, which I had seen during the day, must have been obscene like that. Now, his fingers were teasing it, sinking into it, and I was chirping in an indecent voice.
It's embarrassing. Still, I want more, more...
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Charlotte's voluptuous body recoiled and embarrassing fluid spurted from the embarrassing place where she had sucked her husband's finger into.
Pssst! Pssshhhh!
Even though it was too much shame, the immoral pleasure had made Charlotte's baby face ecstatic.
"You come a lot, Charlotte. You're a good girl."
--Wow, I've only had one proper experience, but I can make her come like this with my fingers.... Charlotte, you're so sensitive. It makes me extremely proud of myself.
..."Desmond flirting with his wife. He kissed Charlotte's forehead as if to remind her that he was not going to forget her then put his mouth to her ear and whispered.
"Charlotte's an indecent girl, isn't she?"
"No, she's not...Desmond.....Please don't say such stupid things..."
The twenty-nine year old shook her head in rejection. But Desmond continues.
She is of course overflowing with sexual desire, but this wife, even though she is so debauched, could kill her husband on the spur in an instant.
--I haven't forgotten about the [Fireball] thing.
The chicken-hearted owner thought. But her mind was so far gone that she couldn't even think about it. The experience of almost being killed in that stubborn fight was etched into his soul.
That's why I'm going to kill you first with the phrases I've been practicing.
"I'll tell you what. I prefer it when Charlotte is indecent. I get off on seeing Charlotte in all her naughty moods, just for me.
--practice, apparently.
I took her hand and let her touch it.
"You see? Do you know how aroused I am right now because of Charlotte?"
I let her tender fingertips touch my hardened meat stick through my pants.
"awa, wow..."
Embarrassed, she rubbed and stroked the hardness, her eyes glistening.
--Unh, I knew it. she was a slut.
But."
"Oh" Desmond moaned, the pleasure is too much.
"What, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It just felt too good."
Then Charlotte started rubbing his crotch more and more.
"'Woah ...Charlotte? Uh..." Desmond raises his voice.
"I think it feels really good...."
Charlotte continued to rub him more and more, watching his reaction, and even had a faint smile on her mouth.
--Katherine didn't seem to be comfortable doing it with me, but Desmond was getting very excited...Perhaps it's true that I, uh, love Desmond...
"Ugh."
Charlotte thinks of him as she strokes and rubs the man's crotch, which seems to feel really good.
--At first, I didn't like or dislike this man.
He was the third son of Viscount Damweard, who was lower in rank than the Earls of Terrace the family of my birth. He has given an estate the size of a cat's forehead and was sealed up as a baron thanks to his talent, but he was never meant to be able to impregnate me because I was unable to bear children, I was returned to my home and given to this man as a tool for not being able to bear children, I had no right to speak. The only thing I was allowed to do was to make up my mind that if he humiliated me, I would stab him and kill him.
However, this man did not humiliate me or hold me any longer, although we did reproduction act a few times. he never shamed me or despised me, so I didn't hate him, but if he didn't hold me, I wouldn't hold him, and I didn't like him because he seemed to have given up on me.
And yet, he learned the sexual arts for me ....
--Why are you doing this?
Charlotte's eyes were shimmering with the color of love. My body and heart are seeking you. Those sweet words you said are the words I have been longing for a long time, and--
He's very cunning.
She stared into the face of the man who raised his head and moaned pathetically as she stroked his crotch back and forth.
--You have such a lovely face.... even though you said that I'm cute, aren't you the one that looks cute?.
Then she acknowledged him. With an ecstatic, debauched, and flirtatious smile. And yet, it looked very, very happy, and at the same time, extremely lascivious.
--Yes, yes, I am already captivated by you. If you say you love me, then I will love you too, my dear Desmond...