Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Comfort - 2
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Sylvia's life had been tumultuous.
It was because her beauty was far too striking for a girl from a rural village.
The men of the village desired her, and the women envied her.
But that beauty sometimes acted like poison.
Men like Garom, who obsessed over her to an extreme degree, were more than just one or two.
The only way she could protect herself was by marrying a man strong enough to shield her.
That was how she ended up marrying Glock, the son of the former village chief.
Even among the villagers, there were times when they pitied Sylvia. If only she'd been born in a larger village closer to a town or city, she could have at least become a noble's wife.
No, she could have become the concubine of the local lord, Hippo Baron, or even a count, living a life free of envy. Of course, life as a noble's concubine might not have been smooth, but Sylvia's looks were valuable enough to overcome that.
But Sylvia never caught the lord's eye because of the schemes of the village men who wanted her all to themselves—and her husband Glock had been in on it too.
Sylvia eventually caught on to this secret among the village men a few years after her marriage. She felt betrayed by her husband, but as an obedient woman, she buried those emotions deep inside.
She was already married and had children. All Sylvia wanted was to love each other and live happy days. She didn't want to cause any trouble for her family.
But contrary to what she'd hoped, she couldn't live that happy life. As she kept giving birth to daughters instead of sons, her husband Glock grew increasingly anxious.
In rural villages, everyone preferred sons over daughters. It was obvious that men had more physical strength than women, and in farming communities, labor meant economic power. It was natural for her husband to want a son so badly.
But no matter how hard they tried, Sylvia couldn't bear a son. Even now, the look of disappointment on her husband's face when she gave birth to their youngest daughter, Clia, haunted her.
Was it her fault?
Other village women bore sons just fine, so why not her?
Couldn't he love his daughters?
From that moment, Sylvia began to lose confidence as a woman.
And when she miscarried her last pregnancy, the shock was so devastating it felt like her heart was being torn apart—beyond words. After that, she became convinced there was something wrong with her.
But before she could even process the pain, her misfortunes continued.
A plague swept through the village, claiming her husband Glock's life, and her eldest daughter Clara—who had lived as a man—went off to war through forced conscription.
With no breadwinner left in the house, Sylvia felt unbearable anxiety as a mother.
She'd managed to hold things together for three years without a husband, just her and her daughters, but now she was at her limit.
In truth, there were still village men like Garom who obsessed over her, and a few had even proposed remarriage. Naturally, Sylvia refused. She could already imagine how her daughters would be treated if she remarried.
These were the men who had banded together just to keep her for themselves. Who knew what they'd do to claim her daughters too?
But refusal alone wasn't a path to survival. Her household, without a man, could collapse at any moment.
That was when the village chief made her a proposal.
Why not have your daughter Chloe marry Sian, the hunter who's Ian's adopted son? Bring a man into the family.
Ian was a man Sylvia knew well. An outsider, but as a hunter, he'd helped the village immensely, and he'd been the object of her girlhood crush.
If not for him, some villagers would have been devoured by monsters.
The reason he hadn't fully integrated into village life was the mark on his handsome face, branding him a criminal.
Sylvia was illiterate and didn't know what crime Ian had committed to end up in this remote rural village.
All she knew was that some villagers disliked him, including his adopted son Sian, so she worried about marrying her daughter to him. But she had no choice.
In the end, Sylvia asked her daughter's opinion, and Chloe—who took after her obedient nature—accepted gladly.
At that moment, Sylvia wondered if she was oppressing Chloe's life just like the village men had done to her.
But contrary to her worries, Chloe was spending happy days after marrying Sian.
So much so that her own mother felt jealous. Sian truly loved Chloe with all his heart.
It felt like the best decision of her life.
And when Chloe bore the fruit of her love with Sian, Sylvia felt anxiety before joy.
What if it's a girl, not a boy?
What if she miscarries?
Will Sian be disappointed?
What if Chloe has problems because of me?
Sylvia imagined Chloe suffering like her, and that was the root of her depression.
Then Sian comforted her.
At first, Sylvia was flustered, but seeing how he loved his family more than anyone—unlike her husband—she gradually felt at ease.
Then Sian's thing brushed against her rear. It was an accident.
From Chloe's stories, Sylvia knew how vigorous Sian was, and she understood his frustrations.
She even thought it was inevitable for a man to poke at her butt with his thing.
The problem was that she arched her back and presented her rear to him. Even now, Sylvia didn't know why she'd done it, but she'd already crossed the line with her son-in-law.
"Ugh... What do I tell Chloe? How do I even face Sian..."
Just thinking of Sian made Sylvia's face flush, as if she were a fresh young girl again.
...
"I've committed a grave sin."
That night.
Tormented by guilt, I confessed everything to Chloe right away. She looked puzzled at my sudden apology, but her expression hardened slightly as she heard me out.
Ugh! Seeing Chloe look at me with contempt hurt and turned me on at the same time.
"I know better than anyone that you have a strong sex drive, dear."
"Haha... Yeah, I do have a bit of that."
"I always thought you'd eventually take another woman besides me. But I never dreamed it'd be my mom."
"Ugh..."
"Is this the problem?"
Chloe started fondling my member with her hand.
As her soft touch enveloped it, my cock twitched in delight.
What a spineless guy.
"The thing that drives me crazy is driving Mom crazy too."
"Haha... Chloe?"
"I want to keep this all to myself."
Squeeze.
Chloe gripped my cock harder. Of course, her strength didn't hurt—it actually felt good.
"But that's just greed, right?"
I couldn't respond to Chloe's words. What's the point of a guy who's already screwed up trying to explain?
It wouldn't reach her heart.
I just savored her touch and subtly moved my hips.
"I'm talking seriously here... You're such a pervert, dear."
"Lately, I'm realizing it myself."
Like how the one who eats knows the taste.
After enjoying intimacy with Chloe and then going celibate, holding back was torture.
This rural village had no real entertainment besides sex anyway.
"But this is partly Chloe's fault too. How am I supposed to hold back when you're this delicious?"
"Dear, really..."
Chloe made a helpless face, then bared her breasts and slipped my cock between them. She teased the tip with her tongue.
She did it so naturally, like it was routine.
They say couples grow alike, and since I'm a pervert, Chloe's turning into one too.
"Guh! Chloe!"
"Feels good? Want to cum?"
"Yeah!"
"Hold on just a bit longer."
Chloe pressed the tip between her palms to force back my climax.
Meanwhile, she kept tormenting it with her tongue, driving me insane.
Now in control, Chloe whispered to me.
"Dear, promise me one thing."
"Guh... What kind of promise?"
"It's fine if you sleep with other women, but don't forget to love me."
"Of course. You're my first love, Chloe."
I whispered back to her.
"A man's first love is special. I'll love you the most until I die."
Moved by my words, Chloe blushed and started sucking my cock.
As her small lips and tongue assaulted the tip, my pent-up load exploded.
"Mmgh?!"
A massive volume flooded her mouth, but Chloe swallowed it all, accepting my seed.
She even showed me the creamy load filling her mouth.
Gulp.
"I swallowed it all."
She confirmed it for me.
"You didn't have to push yourself."
"Hehe, it'd be a waste. I wanted to give your semen to our baby as a nutritious snack."
Chloe... Saying that is so damn hot.
"It's getting hard again?"
"This time it's really because of you, Chloe."
"Hehe. Did it feel good?"
Chloe beamed and lay beside me.
Her hand never stopped stroking my cock, of course.
"I want to love you even deeper, dear. But I don't want to burden the baby."
"How about we do it without penetration?"
"Shall we?"
We embraced and made love, trying pervy acts we usually skipped.
Rubbing against her thighs, targeting secret spots like her armpits, and so on.
It ended with friction over her clit.
"You came so much."
"Haha..."
Chloe scooped up every drop I'd shot on her body, saying it was a shame to waste, and ate it all.
For the baby's nutritious snack.
I wanted more nights like this, but it wouldn't last.
Considering the baby, we had to abstain until she reached a stable phase.
Then Chloe made me a suggestion.
"Dear."
"Yeah?"
"Please take Ms. Elsia as your concubine."