The Proper Attitude of a Noble Wife — 2
This was the final review.
In a place where dropping your wife beneath you was the very mark of a nobleman’s refinement, she was going to teach him how it was done—by living it out herself.
“Th-the most important thing a husband has to know…!”
It sounded less like something she needed to tell me and more like something she needed Carna herself to hear.
“I’ve already been conditioned. No matter how worked up I get, I can’t finish on my own anymore.
So… from now on, my body can’t climax unless my husband does it for me♡♡♡”
I see.
“Mm… but then won’t you just go into heat all the time and come running to me?”
“Th-that’s forbidden.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean… I’m not allowed to pester you and beg for it first.”
Then Carna thrust her sex out toward me again.
“B-but like this…”
Without another word, she offered her pussy up.
…♡
The already slightly damp flesh was growing warmer by degrees.
“…….”
Even after that, Carna said nothing at all.
She simply held her aroused pussy out in front of her, silent.
Ah. So if I look at this and feel like doing something, I’m supposed to do it?
In other words, a wife held no sexual choice whatsoever.
Not choice—she didn’t even have the right to make a sexual request.
Even if her desire boiled over, she was not allowed to come out and ask a man for it first.
“I-if possible… I’d like you to do me when I show you like this……♡”
Isn’t that just what Master is hoping for?
She was telling a subtle half-truth, not quite a lie.
I could see her fighting desperately to keep some claim on the right to climax.
“I’m not allowed to pester my husband♡ So instead, I show him how badly I’m in heat.”
“Then strictly speaking, you’re just informing me, aren’t you?”
I corrected Carna’s slippery little falsehood.
“It isn’t a request, is it?”
Meaning… he would take her when he wanted to—and if he didn’t, he was free to leave her as she was.
“Th-that’s the right answer……♡”
Carna looked a little flustered.
“Mmm. Then you’ll have to put in a little effort, won’t you?”
When she saw my smile, Carna’s expression turned faintly perilous.
I’m in trouble♡ I’m in so much trouble♡
She knew it herself now.
No one was forcing her—but if she wasn’t careful, she might be left hanging in a state where climax was simply forbidden.
“Well. I understand that much, so let’s move on.”
“Y-you already get it? You could listen a little longer… hehehe♡”
She was probably hoping to tell me things like how quickly her lust built up.
“No. I’m fine.”
Then it became an order.
“Let’s hear the next part.”
“Uuugh♡♡♡”
My former master let out a helpless little moan.
“Th-the next thing is a wife’s clothing.”
“Come to think of it, the noblewomen I sometimes saw in the Empire were almost undressed…”
“That’s right… so……”
Carna hesitated.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Then she opened her mouth as if nothing were wrong.
You’re a terrible actress.
I wanted to say it to her face, but I held back.
“First of all, I’m going to throw away every piece of clothing I used to own.”
Just like that, she announced she would discard all her clothes.
Now it was my turn to pretend nothing was strange.
“Pardon?”
It caught me off guard.
“Because the weather’s different from the imperial center?”
“Th-that isn’t the reason.
These are the clothes of my past, aren’t they? So from now on, only the clothes you choose go into the wardrobe.”
So she was nearly erasing a wife’s past altogether.
Considering the original purpose of how the Empire handled wives was to shut out interference from the maternal house, it did sound rational enough.
“But… if you throw everything out right now, what about until then?”
“For now, only women are in the manor and the garden, so being naked is fine♡”
Of course being naked would be humiliating.
But that was simply how things were supposed to be.
“And originally, a husband is supposed to order his wife to put clothes on.”
“Order her to wear clothes?”
“Mm-hm♡ So… being naked is the default♡”
Her face was red.
“Then what if I simply don’t give Master any order, and tell you to come outside with me?”
“Th-then of course I’d have to go out naked…”
A flicker of fluster showed.
And with that, the earlier advice came back to me.
A creature with no dignity and no pride left.
And I couldn’t allow myself to be passively led around by a woman, either.
Ah. Right.
A good idea struck me.
“But isn’t it a waste to throw all the clothes away?”
“Hm?”
“There are garments only nobles can wear, of course… but plenty of free citizens can wear a lot of them too, right?”
So there was no need to toss them so wastefully.
Rather than throw them out… yes.
“R-right…. Why?”
S-surely not…?
Carna’s face was already saying what she feared.
“Yes. We’ll hand them out to the maids.”
“R-right♡”
It was a ridiculous situation.
Carna, a nobleman’s wife, had herself been stripped of any freedom over her own clothing.
And yet she was distributing the clothes she used to wear to the maids.
“If Master hands them out herself, they’ll like it even more.”
“Y-you think so?”
Obviously, it was to heap more shame on her.
And so a considerable pile of garments was laid out before the maids.
Anything related to combat was set aside for storage, for now.
“Go on. Master, say it.”
“Y-yeah♡”
She stood alone and naked as she spoke.
The other maids looked as if they had no idea why so many clothes had been brought out.
—Are we throwing these away?
—Then a few of us could just bundle them up and go.
“As you know, from now on I can only wear the clothes my husband gives me.
But if there’s anything decent among my things, you’re free to take it.”
“My goodness, really?”
Of course, most of it wouldn’t fit, given the difference in build.
Still, much of the fabric had been high-grade to begin with—so even cut down and taken as cloth alone, it was valuable enough.
The maids took interest and began looking through Carna’s wardrobe.
—This fabric is excellent…
—An overcoat would be fine even if it’s a little big, wouldn’t it?
And so, naked, she handed her own clothes out to the maids.
“Give each piece over yourself.”
“A-all right♡”
Naturally the maids accepted the clothes with polite gratitude toward Carna, a noblewoman.
But when a naked woman is giving away her own clothes, how much dignity can possibly remain?
“Then we’ll need to buy clothes…”
I didn’t know much about women’s fashion…
“Is there a style Master likes?”
“If it turns you on, I don’t care♡♡♡”
Ah. Well, if she put it that way.
“You don’t get to regret it later.”
“As if I would♡ If you tell me to go out naked, I have to go out right away♡”
She said the words—but her eyes seemed to be quietly asking for a little mercy.
Still, I was free to dress her however I liked, in whatever clothes or outfits got me hard.
“Mm. Then look forward to it.”
So—time to pick some clothes?
When it came time to actually choose, I found myself hesitating.
And I couldn’t spend the whole day staring at clothes.
So I called all the maids together.
“It isn’t going to be ordinary clothing, is it?”
“That’s right.”
That was why I’d gathered them all.
Of course, some of the maids wouldn’t know much about how to handle a noble wife.
But most of them would already have the common sense drilled into them over years.
They would be far better at this than I was—I, who had stopped learning halfway through.
“Right. I called you because this won’t be ordinary shopping.
Clothing for a noble bitch—are there basic requirements?”
At that, one maid raised her hand first.
“Just speak freely.”
“What I recommend first is clothing that doesn’t cover the important parts at all—or only barely covers them.”
Once one maid spoke, the others kept going in turn.
“That’s right. I’ve heard undergarments are almost never left on.”
Just as expected.
What the maids were saying amounted to: dress her in nothing but lewd outfits.
…Or don’t dress her at all.
“As long as anyone can tell at a glance, anytime and anywhere, that this woman is a nobleman’s wife, that should be enough.”
“Isn’t the most humiliating option best?”
At any rate, clothes of that flavor would do.
“Then go look for some outfits based on what you’ve just said.”
I roughly gathered their opinions and sorted out the ones that seemed workable.
Then I added a few conditions of my own.
“I’ll make sure none of you are short on funds, so look into all kinds of things.”
“Yes.”
Clothes were being chosen with only the woman who would actually wear them left out of it.
…Honestly, it was a stretch to even call them clothes.
After that, Carna continued living completely naked.
Her wardrobe was empty now.
“…….”
In her head, she understood that going naked was the natural state of things.
But having nothing at all to wear was still deeply humiliating.
“Here, Carna. The clothes you can finally wear have arrived.”
“R-really?”
After she kept bowing and scraping naked before her husband, Cassius had begun slipping more and more from formal speech into casual address.
Conversely, Carna was using more and more polite language instead of casual speech.
“Yeah. I’ve prepared several outfit sets, so take a good look.”
Having clothes didn’t mean she could put them on.
She could wear only what her husband ordered her to wear.
“I-is that so?”
By now Carna knew Cassius had a quietly vicious streak.
So an uneasy premonition crept over her.
“All right—first set.”
An outfit set appeared on something like a mannequin.
It was an extravagantly jeweled necklace.
Beyond that, her fingers, her wrists, even her feet were laden with ornaments so lavish they stopped just short of excess.
“Yes. This is the first set.”
“Hm?”
Carna froze at those words.
“Th-this is only jewelry… isn’t it?”
In other words: expensive ornaments on a naked body, and nothing else.
“Aaah…♡”
Looks like you’ve already understood from a single outfit set.
Carna herself was in serious trouble now.
Even when she went outside, not a shred of dignity would be left to her.
“Go on. Keep introducing them.”
I left the rest of the presentation to them and simply enjoyed her reaction.
They continued showing her the other outfit sets.
“Hik♡ H-how are you even supposed to put that on? N-no… does it cover anything at all?”
Nice.
Even as I savored Carna’s reactions, other thoughts crowded in.
…Come to think of it. What about that?
Watching her panic like this brought another woman suddenly to mind.
Elin.
I sent a request, but nothing’s come yet?
There was still time left on the deadline—but the silence was late.