Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Comfort - 1
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"There you go, that's good."
"Like this, Brother Sian?"
"Yeah, try keeping your balance like that."
Lately, I'd been helping Elin with her rehab exercises.
Her left leg was comparatively short and hadn't been used properly, so it lacked muscle compared to her right leg.
But since she was still growing, she was showing steady improvement day by day.
"I wanna do it too!"
"Clia, you don't need to."
"I wanna play with you too, Brother."
"This isn't playing. If you're bored, go run with Brother Leon over there."
"Bu... but Brother Leon looks like he's about to die from exhaustion."
I'd also made Leon, who had relatively poor stamina, do some jogging.
"Haaah... Siiiian!"
"Don't worry. People don't die that easily."
"Oh, really? But do we just hop around on one leg to move?"
"Yeah. If you wanna play too, Clia, go ahead—just don't bother Elin."
"Got it. Elin, if you don't hurry, I'll eat you up."
"W-Wait a sec!"
As expected of kids, Clia and Elin had already become friends.
"Haaah... Sian, I did the full lap. Haaah... I'm dying!"
"Oh? Good job."
Leon was panting hard. His vibrant golden hair was dotted with sweat drops that trickled down one by one, sliding along his collarbone.
As Sylvia's son, Leon was stunningly handsome even as a guy.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"'Cause you're pretty."
"Eek?!"
Leon blushed at my joke and backed away.
I'm not gay, so don't worry.
"Anyway, your stamina's improved. You ran longer than before."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Here, let me massage your legs. Lie down."
"Eek, no way."
"Why?"
"I... I don't wanna let a guy touch my body."
"???"
Leon seemed to be seriously misunderstanding.
I'm not gay, I said.
"It's not weird. Feels good, trust me."
"That's exactly why I hate it even more."
Hmm, even I thought my last line sounded a bit off.
"Um, Brother Sian."
"Yeah, Elin? What's up?"
Having finished the rehab I'd assigned, Elin—drenched in sweat—came over to me.
Then she suddenly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her pure white thighs.
"Sorry, but could you give me a massage?"
I gently pulled down her skirt with my hand as I replied to her blushing face. Saying it like that might cause misunderstandings with the neighbors.
"I'll do it at home."
"Me too! Brother, massage me too!"
"Got it. Don't yank."
...
"Sorry, Chloe."
"Huh?"
Elsia approached Chloe, who was resting while watching the family play outside, and apologized out of the blue.
"My daughter's stealing your husband's time."
"It's fine. Sian likes it, so I do too."
"Thanks for understanding."
Elsia looked a bit awkward at Chloe's response, remembering yesterday's events.
Watching Sian devote himself to her daughter, Elsia had wanted to repay him somehow.
But all she had to offer was her body, still youthful as a woman, so she'd tried to seduce him into making her his concubine.
Of course, it fell flat against Sian's iron wall.
'He loves his wife that much, huh.'
- 'Thank you, Elsia, but I'll just take your kind words. I don't want to betray Chloe.'
At first, she'd thought he was refusing because he didn't want responsibility for her and her daughter. But after seeing him yesterday, she started viewing not just his abilities but his inner self differently.
Honestly, it surprised her. For Elsia, who'd always calculated marriage and childbirth like a business, it was shocking that a man with such talents could be content with one woman.
And deep down, she envied Chloe for monopolizing a man like that.
If it were her, she'd...
Was it because she'd read her thoughts? Chloe smiled and spoke about Sian.
"Sian's stamina is way above average, so he's overflowing with vigor—almost too much."
"...?"
Unable to follow, Elsia racked her brains quickly. Why was she telling her this?
The answer turned out to be simpler than expected.
"Take care of my husband while I'm pregnant, Elsia."
"...Sure."
It was commonplace for a concubine to substitute for the wife in bed when the wife was pregnant.
And it wasn't a bad deal for Elsia, either.
If luck was on her side, she could get his seed and truly become family.
...
"I'll help."
"Oh, Sian, it's okay. Take it easy."
I went to the kitchen to assist Sylvia with dinner prep.
She welcomed me with a smile, but the shadows under her eyes suggested her postpartum depression from the miscarriage was flaring up again.
'Must be tough.
Even I, the soon-to-be dad, was on edge worrying about miscarriage. How much more for Sylvia, who'd actually gone through it?
On top of that, she'd lost her husband to a plague shortly after, and this year, she'd sent her son Leon off to war.
Maybe her depression was all those piled-up traumas bursting at once?
'This is when I, her son-in-law, need to step up.
Normally the kids would help, but Chloe was pregnant, Clia too young, and Leon... unreliable. Pass.
So, as her son-in-law, it fell to me to comfort her.
"Be careful, Sylvia. Your hands are shaking."
I grabbed her hands from behind to steady her as she chopped.
"Oh? Thanks, Sian."
"No problem. Just doing my duty as son-in-law."
"Heehee, I'm glad you're such a great son-in-law."
"I'm grateful to you too, Sylvia. For giving me Chloe."
"Really? Even if it's just polite words, it makes me happy..."
First, I eased her heart with gratitude.
"Not polite words. I'm truly thankful. Chloe and I are happy because of you."
"Then, bringing you two together was one of the best things I've done."
My sincerity seemed to reach her; Sylvia smiled back.
Good. Next up: compliments.
"Like the villagers say, you're a real beauty, Sylvia."
"But I'm just an auntie now."
"Not at all. I thought you were Chloe's sister at first."
"Really?"
Nothing lifts a woman's spirits like praise for her looks, and Sylvia was no exception. She started brightening up as I hyped her.
Of course, I didn't stop there, showering her with more.
"And it's not just your looks. You cook great too."
"No, cooking's just basic."
"You raised your kids so well all by yourself."
"Heehee, you're overpraising. My girls aren't that great."
"And you're so kind-hearted, warmly welcoming a foreigner like me."
"W-Well, not that mu—Hyah?!"
"Thank you. Need any dishes?"
"Um, Sian..."
"One sec."
Being taller, I reached up to the shelf for plates in her place.
"Here."
"S-Sian, it's... touching."
"Huh?"
Touching what?
The mystery solved as I glanced down.
My cock was pressing hard against Sylvia's ass, tenting like it meant to drill through.
My heart pounded wildly.
Probably because I hadn't been intimate with Chloe for a while, my body was pent-up.
In that state, physical contact with a woman triggered a natural erection. And since Sylvia was Chloe's mom, her rear view felt just like embracing Chloe—my dick reacted like a trained dog.
Of course, that wasn't an excuse, so I apologized to Sylvia right away.
"S-Sorry."
"N-No, it's okay. Accidents happen. And it's natural for a man, so don't beat yourself up. Y-Your auntie thinks it's good you're healthy as a man."
Sylvia was flustered too, stumbling over her words incoherently.
But she kept showing me her backside, which only teased me more.
And then—
Poke.
I shook my hips, poking her ass with my cock again.
'You crazy bastard, Sian! Pent-up or not, what the hell are you doing to your mother-in-law?!'
I cursed myself inwardly for losing to impulse, bracing for Sylvia's disgusted glare. But contrary to my fears, she said nothing.
Her body trembled, then she suddenly pushed her ass back toward me.
'Th-This is...'
Was it because she didn't resist? Or her resemblance to Chloe?
I felt possessed as I groped Sylvia's ass.
Seeing no reaction, I slowly lifted her skirt. Still nothing—no protest.
I swallowed hard and pulled down her panties. Her pussy was slick with arousal, exposed raw. Looked like I wasn't the only one pent-up.
As she arched her ass more, I undid my pants and freed my cock.
It throbbed desperately, screaming its frustration.
"Sylvia, if you don't resist..."
I trailed off, heart racing to burst from unbearable lust. Driven by desire, I thrust into her.
"Hyah?!"
Mother and daughter were alike inside; Sylvia felt just like Chloe. But tension made her grip tighter, nearly making me cum on the spot.
My impressive size plunged menacingly between her cheeks; each time, Sylvia jolted.
Excited, I pressed closer, feeling her hot breaths.
"Hngh, haaah."
Matching her ragged gasps, I moved my hips and gently took her hand.
Instinct whispered in her ear:
"I love you."
"Ngh?!"
Just hot breath and words, yet Sylvia shuddered harder than before.
Thinking she was suffering, I slammed deep once. She bucked, flooding with feminine nectar.
As I neared climax, I pulled out and sprayed my seed over her ass.
"Haaah..."
Catching my breath, reality crashed in.
Fuck, what the hell did I just do?
Before I could curse myself for assaulting my mother-in-law, I sensed someone entering the kitchen. I yanked down her skirt and hastily pulled up my pants.
"Mooom! Dinner ready yet?"
The intruder was Clia.
"Brother's here too? Whatcha doing?"
"Uh, Sylvia wasn't feeling well, so I was helping."
"For real? Mom's face is all red!!"
Thanks to Clia's fussing, I dodged disaster and cautiously glanced at Sylvia.
Her face was beet red, exactly like a woman sexually aroused.
We're screwed!