Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: The Story of Getting Married - 3
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This was the first time I was having dinner with them. Since it was the first day, I prepared some special meat.
"You don't need to prepare so much."
"No, we have to eat well on a day like this. Do you like meat too, Sylvia?"
"Who doesn't like meat? Everyone wishes they could have it."
Fortunately, she wasn't picky about meat.
She looked almost like an elf, but that must have been my imagination.
"What kind of meat is that?"
"It's duck meat."
As a hunter, I'd caught and eaten most of the wild animals in the Dark Forest.
Venison was too gamey unless smoked, and rabbit was tasty but a bit tough.
Duck was the only meat I could cook properly using knowledge from my past life. But it lived deep in the Dark Forest, so I couldn't get it often.
And in this medieval era with no refrigerators, storage was an issue too.
'I should build an ice cellar if I get the chance.'
Our house was close to the cold riverbank, so with trial and error alongside Uncle Tom, it seemed doable.
"It's ready."
"It smells so good."
Sylvia gulped as the savory aroma from the meat juices hit her.
I'd seasoned it with rock salt harvested from a cave in the Dark Forest.
Pepper would have made it even better, but unfortunately, it was worth its weight in gold here—I'd never even seen any.
"Sian, you're good at cooking too."
"Yeah. My father taught me that you have to know a bit of everything to live alone."
"So you learned cooking from your father too?"
"No, cooking's self-taught."
As a hunter, I had plenty of chances to gather ingredients in the forest. With no other entertainment in this world besides eating, my cooking skills had naturally improved.
"It's done."
The stir-fried duck with mushrooms was complete.
For the record, I'd only used edible mushrooms, just as my adoptive father taught me.
"Is the bread ready?"
"Yeah, I prepared rye bread like you asked, Sian."
With dinner prep finished, Sylvia and I headed from the kitchen to the living room.
"Where are Clia and Chloe?"
"Sis is in the bedroom."
"In her room?"
Clia's words puzzled me.
It was dinnertime already—hadn't she finished tidying up?
"Is something wrong?"
"Oh, Sis said she'd fast until tonight."
"..."
I caught on from what Clia said.
She must have been dieting for the wedding. And "until tonight" meant exactly that, didn't it?
"Sigh... okay."
No choice—I went to Chloe myself. The couple's bedroom was neatly arranged.
'What's that smell?'
Chloe must have used perfume; a sweet, alluring scent filled the room faintly. It was coming from where she was preparing the bed.
"Ah, Sian?"
"Dinner's ready, Chloe. Let's eat together."
"I-I'm fine."
Grrrrowl~
"..."
Her stomach growled, turning her face as red as a persimmon. She looked mortified.
'She's so cute.'
Cute enough to squeeze tight—insanely cute.
"Ahem. Chloe, don't do that. Let's eat together. Starving yourself isn't good."
"Ugh... but I wanted to look good tonight."
Ah, my heart was racing.
This adorable, lovable woman was my wife.
"Then how about just a little? It's my specialty. I'd love for you to try it, Chloe."
"If you say it like that, Sian..."
Luckily, my persistent coaxing worked, and she gave in.
And so dinner began.
"It's so delicious~ I'm so happy."
"..."
Chloe ate like a champ. The duck vanished in no time.
'That's why she asked if I could keep her satisfied.'
Clia's question hadn't come out of nowhere. Chloe ate so heartily, it made onlookers hungry.
'Well, this much is fine.'
If I worked hard, I could handle it.
"Ah! Sis, don't steal mine!"
I could manage, right?
After dinner, I made toothpaste by mixing charcoal, rock salt, mint, and other ingredients as my father had taught me, then brushed my teeth.
"Ugh, this tastes awful."
"It's good for your teeth, so twice a day without fail."
Clia made a face the whole time—apparently not a fan of mint. I wasn't either; this toothpaste really tasted bad.
"I prepared the water."
"Thanks, Chloe."
For washing up, we had to fetch water in buckets. Every time, I wished for plumbing, but that was way too advanced.
"Isn't this soap?"
"Yes. I bought it from a traveling merchant recently."
"Judging by the emblem, it's from the Tower of Wisdom."
Sylvia sniffed the foamy soap.
"It smells amazing."
"Got lucky and bought it cheap, so I stocked up a few."
The Catkit Merchant Company visited the village every three months or so. If you missed buying essentials, you were in for a rough time.
Thankfully, they took barters, so I traded off monster hides and byproducts I'd saved up and got plenty.
Time passed like that, and soon the sun began to set. Rural nights were pitch black.
'It's so dark.'
My Dark Forest-trained eyes could see fine in the gloom.
But that was just me. Rural folk had nothing to do at night but sleep.
"Good night, Sian."
Sylvia flashed a sly smile as she took Clia to their room.
And I headed to mine... well, mine and Chloe's.
"P-please come in."
In the dark room, Chloe waited by a small candle's light.
The perfume scent felt more stimulating now, and her body—barely covered by a thin cloth—drove me wild.
I approached her slowly without a word.
"Wait a moment."
Did she want our union in secret? As I drew near, she carefully extinguished the candle.
But it was pointless. My eyes drank in her beautiful form.
"Hoo..."
She took a deep breath, then slowly removed the cloths one by one.
Luscious fruits appeared before me, too full for my large hands to grasp entirely.
"C-come here, dear."
Just those two words snapped my restraint.
I stripped like Chloe and pounced like a serpent.
First, I targeted those tantalizing breasts. Touching them felt heavenly soft, like floating in the sky, filling me with utter satisfaction.
Like a man addicted to a drug, I obsessively teased Chloe's breasts.
She said nothing, only occasional moans escaping as she accepted my touch.
To her blushing, shy face, I whispered in her ear.
"You're beautiful, Chloe."
"Hyah?!"
Caught off guard, a cute sound slipped from her lips.
Unable to hold back, I claimed those lips that made the sound.
She startled at my sudden tongue, but soon our tongues entwined, exchanging saliva.
Meanwhile, my fingers began caressing her intimate folds.
True to its sensitivity, she jolted at my touch.
Yet she didn't resist, yielding to my hand.
I gently stroked her, and when her love juices flowed...
Deeming her ready, I brought my manhood between her thighs.
Thank goodness for the dark. My size matched my build—fiercely intimidating.
Any virgin might faint at the sight.
"Chloe."
"Yes, dear."
"I'm starting."
After one more kiss.
I slowly inserted myself into her.
"Ahh!"
Only the tip was in, but she cried out in pain.
Her enduring expression was so endearing. I held her hand lovingly and eased my hips forward.
Squelch—
Our first union succeeded.
'Blood scent?'
She was a virgin; a faint metallic tang rose from our connection. And I was the man who took her innocence.
A indescribable conquest surged through me.
'Is this why everyone obsesses over virgins?'
Instinct as a man?
Or true love for Chloe?
I wanted to make her happy. See her radiant smile because of me. Awaken her to pleasure because of me.
That desire turned to action.
"Ahh! Dear!"
More, deeper!
"Hngh!"
Thrusting steadily, her back soon arched like a bow.
She was climaxing because of me.
I embraced her tightly.
To etch that she was mine.
She hugged me back; we kissed, sharing our bond.
"Chloe!"
"Dear!"
Climax approached like a tide. My manhood swelled and throbbed inside her. As I tried to pull out, her legs wrapped my waist—like begging for my seed.
Unable to hold back, I released deep within her.
"Haa... I love you, Chloe."
"I love you too, dear."
And so we spent our first night as husband and wife.