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"Good morning."
"Oh dear, Lord Ain... It might be too early for talking yet?"
I don't mind being teased by my beloved wife.
Whether true or not, I've heard that unlike mothers who constantly bond with their unborn child, fathers sometimes need to establish a connection. The suggested solution is to patiently speak to the baby regularly, so every word counts as valuable.
After missing her period for about three months, subtle physical changes began appearing in Maria.
Although it wasn't noticeable when she wore clothes, her belly had already begun to swell. Her nipples and areolas were changing color from a lovely cherry pink to a deeper peach hue.
Maria has always been plump, so I couldn't say that she was gaining more weight, but definite changes were underway.
This is our first child, so feeling apprehensive about childbirth is understandable. Pathetic as it may be, I'm particularly scared. Losing either the baby or Maria, its mother, would be unbearable.
To prevent that, I decided to do everything within my power. I took over all household chores, adjusting our lifestyle so she could sit down most of the time, and...
"Well then, let's get breakfast ready soon, shall we? Time for you to leave your cozy bed."
I got scolded by a group of tough neighborhood moms.
I received a lecture for about an hour on how she still needed to get some exercise. Then her husband and his friends, who had been pointing at us and laughing, got their own two-hour scolding: "Take a page from Father's book and help out around the house more!"
And so, we reevaluated our division of labor once again.
I insisted on taking care of all the heavy tasks like fetching water, but not much else changed. Whenever Maria tried to keep an eye on me out of concern, she was promptly scolded by one of the tough neighborhood moms, whose approval she valued greatly.
For the first week after this reassessment, I couldn't relax, but eventually, it became just another part of daily life.
Then a new problem surfaced.
It wasn't something I felt particularly ashamed to admit—I simply had sexual desires.
During these past two weeks, it wasn't as if we'd completely abstained. We engaged in light sex occasionally to prevent Maria's libido from reaching its breaking point. However, having grown accustomed to passionate, animalistic encounters, those brief moments no longer satisfied me.
If even I feel this way, then Maria probably does, too.
Still, it would be a lie to say I'm not worried at all. Aside from Hypnotic Magic, the only spells I can use are simple recovery-type ones.
I wish I had learned some magic that increases defense, if such a thing exists. Though I don't know whether there's any protection for the uterus or anything like that...
In other words, here we go again.
It seems my chance to employ this gift has finally arrived—the holy book bestowed upon me by my dear friend back home.
"Th-this is what pregnancy looks like...?"
"Yes, though I'm no expert."
At first, I considered having her discover the book surreptitiously on her own, but instead, I decided to boldly hand it over directly this time. It gets boring doing things the same way every session.
Maria devoured the erotic book as soon as she took it, showing no signs of trying to conceal her interest anymore.
"Lord Ain?! Th-this is... But—what?!?"
Her hands stopped flipping pages. With a shrill shriek, she pointed trembling fingers at the offending image. It depicted a man and woman; he seemed crazed as she took his member into her mouth, but it wasn't their usual sexual organ.
"I-isn't that your...ano...?"
I figured she was going to say "butt hole," but since she's being trained as a nun, I guess she tried using its proper name, anus, only to be overcome by embarrassment instead.
"How could such a thing be allowed...?! After all, this area is for excretion, not intercourse!"
"Please calm down, Sister Maria."
Intentionally addressing her with her title, I placed my hand on her shoulder.
I gently guide her through her confusion with a soothing tone one might use to calm a child. Someone might suggest using hypnosis to make it easier, but sure, while that would work, wouldn't she just revert to treating anal like regular intercourse afterward? As a gentleman, I prefer the romantic notion of witnessing shame and bewilderment during such an abnormal act.
"As you say, not everyone can accept this behavior. Many individuals find no pleasure in engaging in sexual acts here. Hence, consider this merely as a trial."
"A trial...?"
"Yes, strictly a trial run."
Fwunyuuu...
"Eeeek!"
Her buttocks, generously endowed with flesh, lift slightly.
Just by touching them with my hands, the temperature around her noticeably rises.
"I've heard that instantly enjoying this requires considerable predisposition. So if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop right away. Is that agreeable?"
"Ohh...aah...nnghhh..."
Squeezeeeeee!
I grabbed her buttocks firmly but gently enough to avoid causing pain, then started walking toward the inner bath with her in tow.