How to Resolve Marital Discord (2)
How did things end up like this?
Darian racked his brain again and again, searching for the chain of events that had led him here, but no answer would come.
He'd grown sick of being cooped up in the manor and gone out for a bit of reckless fun. He'd spotted a fire, saved people from it, then collapsed and been carried home. Up until that point, his feelings had been split evenly — half guilt for worrying everyone with his recklessness, half pride that he'd managed to save lives. That was all.
"It's… quite large, yes…"
"I-is it? I only know your size, so…"
It's bigger than mine used to be… Somehow that really stings my pride.
That's what this is, right? This is a weird size, right?
Darian had never once imagined that he — now a man — would end up dropping his trousers in front of his husband-turned-wife and presenting a fully erect member. His brain was halfway shut down; he could only stammer and flounder.
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?"
"Just… feels like it's gone numb. Stiff as a cramp, but filthy sensitive."
"I see… Yes. Well… then, shall I… touch it?"
"Huh? Uh, yeah. Sure. Go ahead."
Perched on the bed with a fully erect cock between them, the two of them looked less like a couple with over twenty years of marriage under their belts and more like newlyweds on their first night together.
Without turning her flushed face away, Freya forced her gaze to stay fixed on Darian's lower half and began inching her hand forward, bit by trembling bit.
His cock, which had been smothered under tight clothing all this time, was already twitching at the mere touch of open air, dribbling clear, sticky pre-cum in thick pulses.
Squelch—
"Ngh?!"
"Did that hurt?"
"N-no… just, I've never felt anything like this before. I'm fine. Keep going."
When Freya's thumb pressed lightly against the tip of his glans, Darian's whole body jerked. She startled and asked, and he waved it off as if it were nothing.
H-holy shit—! Is a dick supposed to be this sensitive? Feels like every nerve in my body is concentrated right there.
She'd only pressed with the tip of a finger, and a jolt of electricity had shot through his entire body. His heart hammered wildly in his chest.
"I'm going to start. Tell me if it hurts."
"Got it."
"…"
Stroke— stroke—
"…?! …Hah…! Nnh…!?"
The moment Freya's soft, slender fingers began gliding over his entire length, Darian's body twitched in intermittent spasms.
"Is this alright?"
"I-I don't know…! Just, the feeling…!? Fuck…! Haa…!"
Her fingers slid slowly down from the head, gently tracing the ridge beneath the glans before wrapping around the shaft and beginning a slow, steady stroke.
When I used to do this for her, watching her twitch was just fun. Fuck…! This is driving me insane.
Back in the modern world, when he'd shared a bed with Freya, he'd found her reactions entertaining. Now that the tables were turned, he realized this was no joke at all.
And then—
Why is this so erotic… and cute?
His eyes fell on Freya, kneeling between his legs, working his cock with her hands.
Those soft fingers caressing him so carefully — and every time she stroked, those full breasts swayed in time with the motion.
The first time he'd seen Freya like this, all he'd thought was that she was sporting something more shameless than he ever had in the modern world. Looking at her now, though, she was unbearably sensual. Irresistibly tempting.
"…"
Squish—
"Kyaah?!"
Without quite realizing it, Darian's hand had drifted to her ample chest. The moment he gave a light squeeze over her clothes, a girlish shriek burst out of her.
"W-why so suddenly…?!"
"Just thinking — it's a little unfair if only you're doing the work."
"I don't particularly mind— hnn?"
"Okay, that was a lie. I just wanted to touch them."
He'd tossed out some excuse for the impulsive act, then dropped the pretense and confessed outright.
"I'll take care of you while you take care of me. Hm? Your hands stopped."
"Nnh…?!"
And so Darian began fondling Freya's breasts while Freya continued stroking Darian's cock.
Fuck, she's so goddamn cute.
The way she'd volunteered to relieve his lust only to hesitate and fumble as she reached out. The way she kept her head bowed, trying to hide her burning face even as she worked him. Those eyes that flew up to meet his whenever his touch caught her off guard.
His husband had always been gentle and endearing — but this new flavor of her was something else entirely. Something deep and sadistic in Darian began to stir, coiling up from somewhere far below.
"W-wait, if you touch me like that, I can't concentrate—"
Pinch—
"Hyaah?"
"That little scream just now was adorable."
As Freya squirmed, flustered by the way he was kneading her full breasts, he lightly flicked the stiff peak that had begun to poke through her clothes. Her body jolted. Darian leaned in close to her ear, chuckling with pure delight.
"D-don't call me cute. I am the head of this household…"
"Really? Saying that with a body like this isn't very convincing."
Stroke— stroke—
"Nnhh…♡"
"Making sweet little sounds like that — who would ever believe you?"
Even a light caress over her clothes drew a voice from Freya as sweet as melting candy. Darian grinned, thoroughly wicked.
What… is this…? My whole body is tingling…!
And Freya herself was thoroughly flustered.
Since arriving in this world, she and Darian had never shared a moment like this.
Strangely, even before the possession, the Evergarden couple had slept in separate rooms — so they never even went to bed together. And Freya had deliberately been avoiding any intimacy ever since.
Watching Darian panic over a cock that swelled at the slightest contact had reminded her of her own days as a man. This time, she'd intended to take the lead — to be the reliable one while Darian floundered in his new male body.
But.
Is it just me, or am I the one getting overwhelmed here…?
Somewhere along the way the atmosphere had flipped. Darian's presence was overpowering her. She exhaled hot breath under the restless touch of his fingertips and muttered to herself.
A woman's body was nothing like what she'd known as a man.
Once the switch flipped, every place his hands landed felt like an erogenous zone. Her lower abdomen trembled.
"Feels good when I touch you like this, doesn't it?"
"Nnhh♡?! N-no…! I'm a man, so…"
"Is that right? Still saying that with these tits."
"Y-you're being mean… hnn♡ Touching me like that is chea…ting…♡"
Rub— rub—
His hands started beneath her breasts, lifting them gently, then suddenly squeezed hard — then his fingertips began circling the stiff nipples that were now blatantly visible through her clothes. Her back arched. She curled in on herself.
"Your hands stopped again. Weren't you going to get me off first?"
"Th-that's true, buuut…♡ If you keep touching me like that…"
"Oh? I don't recall you saying it didn't feel good."
"Y-you're being too much… haann♡♡"
Even as he tormented her, he pointed out that her hands had gone still. Freya forced herself to start moving again.
But the careful, clever caresses from earlier were gone. All that remained was a rough, intermittent grip — the desperate clutch of someone barely holding back her own pleasure.
"Nnh…♡ Hnn…♡"
"…Look up at me."
"Y-yes…?"
Watching Freya tremble from head to toe even as she struggled to keep stroking him, Darian lifted her chin with the hand that had been fondling her breasts, tilting her face up to meet his eyes.
Cheeks flushed a feverish pink.
Pupils hazy with pleasure.
Between smooth, cherry-red lips, parted just enough, came sweet, hot breath.
Her bangs had come slightly undone, falling across the bridge of her elegant nose. The expression on her face was thoroughly, unmistakably lewd.
"W-what is it…?"
"Ah, fuck. I can't hold back anymore."
"Pardon? Mmph?!"
That face — always so composed, so kind, so effortlessly elegant — now completely undone. Clouded by heat and pleasure. That mouth, which usually spoke only refined and proper words, now spilling hot, lust-thickened breath.
Darian stared at that face for a few stunned seconds. Then he brought his own lips to hers.
Chuuup—
Their mouths met. Before she knew it, Darian's thick tongue had pushed inside, wetly sharing saliva with hers.
Her pupils blew wide at the sudden kiss. She tried to pull back without thinking — but Darian would have none of it. His hand pressed flat against her back, hauling her deeper into his arms.
Unable even to close her mouth, Freya's grip on his cock tightened. And then, almost naturally, she began accepting his tongue.
Chup— chuuup—
"Hah…! Wait…! Let me catch my breath…"
"Sorry. I can't stop now."
"That's— mmph—! Chup— chuuup—!"
After a brief kiss, Freya turned her head, begging in a trembling voice for just a moment to breathe. But Darian's eyes held no room for mercy. He gripped her chin, turned her face back to his, and sank into another deep, hungry kiss.
Their tongues sought each other more and more greedily. It was so intoxicatingly sweet that Freya almost feared their joined mouths might simply melt away.
Before long, both of them had forgotten even how to breathe, lost entirely in the kiss.
The only sounds in the room were the wet mixing of saliva, the desperate gasps for air, and the slick, squelching noise of Freya's hand working Darian's cock — made all the more lubricated by the pre-cum that kept pulsing out of him.
Sliiiide—
As Darian lightly bit Freya's lower lip, he tugged the V-neck of her dress — which had been hanging precariously off her shoulders — down. Her breasts spilled free with a heavy bounce, no longer hidden by fabric.
It was hard to believe these belonged to a mother whose children were nearly adults by this world's standards. The nipples were a pure, innocent pink. The moment he pinched one between two fingers, Freya's tongue gave a startled twitch — then yielded, following his lead with soft, obedient submission.
Heat surged through their bodies until both were drenched in sweat, but neither of them pulled away.
The moment stretched like eternity. Neither of them seemed willing to let the other go.
But the end came rather quickly.
Squelch— squelch—
"…Nngh…! W-wait, something's coming…!?"
Freya flinched every time Darian's hands found her, but she stayed faithful to her original purpose, steadily stroking him. Darian, who still didn't fully understand the concept of a male orgasm, only realized what was happening when semen began surging up his urethra — and by then he was already on the brink. He broke the kiss, his face faintly contorting.
Throb— throb—
"Ah? Ahh?! Nnh…!?"
"Eek?! Ah. Ahh…"
His swollen cock convulsed hard, then began shooting thick white ropes with force.
Darian's hips jerked violently with the sudden climax. Freya, acting on instinct, clamped both hands over the head to stop the spray — and while she managed to keep it off her clothes, her hands were immediately coated in his semen.
"H-haa… haa…! So that was… ejaculation? Is it always like this for men?"
"…Yes, that's right."
Still reeling from the first orgasm — a pleasure so dazzling and electric it felt like his brain had short-circuited — Darian gasped out the question. Freya nodded.
"One moment. Let me clean this up first…"
"Uh, yeah… sure."
From somewhere she produced a handkerchief and began carefully, meticulously wiping the semen from both her hands and Darian's cock.
"Have you calmed down a little?"
"I… guess? Still not sure—"
"Then I'll be heading back. I still have work to do. Please rest well."
In the blink of an eye, Freya finished cleaning up. She even smoothed her own disheveled hair and straightened her rumpled clothes with practiced hands, then stepped down from the bed, offered Darian a polite farewell, and opened the door.
"Huh? Huh? W-wait a second! Things were just getting hot and you're leaving like this?"
The heat from moments ago had vanished without a trace. Freya was back to her usual self so abruptly that Darian could only gape in disbelief, frantically reaching out after her.
Thud—
"…Huh."
The door closed. And Darian was left alone in the room.
"…Huuuaaah."
Even hearing Darian's desperate call, Freya had walked straight out. The moment the door shut behind her, she let out a long, heavy sigh.
"A woman's body… really is this different."
The memory of the heat she'd just shared — as a woman, with her husband who was now a man — sent a fierce flush across Freya's face.
"A-and besides…! My wife is a man right now…! So why…!?"
She'd only meant to reluctantly help relieve her husband's lust. And yet she'd gotten completely swept up in the atmosphere.
"Why couldn't I refuse back then…"
The breast-touching had been fine.
There'd been playfulness in Darian's voice. Up to that point, he probably hadn't been entirely serious either.
But the kiss was different.
Why hadn't it felt bad — receiving a kiss from a man, when she herself had once been a man? Or was it fine because, at the end of the day, her soul was still his wife? Freya's head spun with tangled, dizzying questions.
"…"
When Darian had looked at her and pressed their lips together, she'd felt a hot flame roar up from deep inside her chest.
"Right. There are studies showing that the mind eventually follows the body… so it's not strange. She's my wife. It's only possible because she's my wife."
Even so, the shock of having kissed Darian — a man — while she herself had once been a man was enormous. Freya sank down in a dark corner of the hallway, muttering under her breath.
That was why, the instant Darian finished, she hadn't been able to endure the atmosphere a second longer. She'd fled.
"Haa… Alright. Calm down first. There's still a lot of work to do."
She steadied herself, rose to her feet, and fixed her resolve by running through the tasks still waiting for her.
But then—
Trickle—
"…I-I should… wash up first."
An unpleasant wetness she hadn't noticed until now made Freya shorten her stride far more than usual, walking with careful, demure steps.
"So this is how wet a woman gets. Haa… I didn't particularly want to know that."
She felt a quiet relief that Darian hadn't noticed the lewd fluid that had already run all the way down her thighs.