Chapter 114: After That Day(1)
Chapter 114: After That Day(1)
The pleasure that had begun in the night and stretched late into the dawn finally came to an end. However, the moment I woke up in the morning, Marie started acting naughty, and I nearly spiraled back into that whirlpool of ecstasy all over again.
Fortunately, I managed to vent the lingering desire without actually engaging in full intercourse. Marie had only toyed with my lower half out of curiosity; she was already far too exhausted to go for another round.
Afterward, I got out of bed to handle the rest of my daily routine, fumbling to put on the pajamas scattered across the floor. As I dressed, I couldn't help but notice the traces left behind from our tryst last night.
For starters, there were plenty of stains that had soaked the fabric and dried, enough to warrant throwing them away immediately, along with occasional patches of stiff, white residue. Most notably, there were bloodstains from Marie, so the sheets would definitely have to be discarded.
The bed, now a mess of various fluids, wouldn't be an issue since the maids would take care of it if I asked. However, there was a much bigger problem.
"Yawn..."
"Wake up, Marie. The maid needs to clean up."
"I want to sleep more..."
Marie only stirred briefly at my touch. Her body felt as heavy as lead, and she showed no intention of leaving the bed. Every time I called her name, she merely mumbled back in a voice thick with sleep.
Occasionally, she would whine that her stomach hurt or ask if she could rest since something so large had been inside her yesterday, which left me quite flustered. I couldn't just leave the bed in this state; it was far too messy.
Moreover, Marie’s body was covered in the remnants of our night, both inside and out. My priority was to get her washed and clean.
Fortunately, the bedroom had a private bathroom. I figured I could wash up first, and then Marie could take her turn.
"Then I'll wash first. Once I'm done, you—"
"No."
"Huh?"
"My legs won't move."
"... ..."
"Isaac, wash me."
Who could say no when she asked with such a beaming smile? I gave her a helpless grin and scooped her up from the bed.
Since I was cradling her in my arms rather than carrying her on my back, the sensation of her soft skin was transmitted directly to me. This caused my lower half to stiffen again, a change Marie could clearly feel.
Clinging to me like a cicada, Marie giggled and looked at me with a mischievous expression.
"Isaac, you really are a pervert. I just took care of it with my hand earlier."
"...It's because you're too sexy."
"Should we do it while we wash?"
"I'm sorry, but I've already called for a maid. Besides, the bathroom isn't soundproof."
"Tsk... fine."
Marie clicked her tongue in disappointment. It seemed she wasn't just teasing; she was serious.
To think she wanted more after we'd exhausted both our physical strength and energy to reach this point—Marie’s libido, now that it had been awakened, was truly terrifying.
Of course, I was the one who made her this way, so I didn't have much room to talk. After pushing her so hard on our first night, it was only natural she might get addicted.
"But Isaac, are you sure it was your first time? Where did you learn all that?"
"I just did what I saw in books."
"Seeing it in a book and doing it in person are different. You haven't done it with someone else before me, have you?"
"Who else would there be besides you?"
"Cecile?"
"... ..."
Marie’s response left me speechless. It wasn't just empty talk; if I hadn't started dating Marie, there was a high probability I would have done the deed with Cecile first.
Of course, that was an impossibility now. In both my past and present lives, Marie was the woman who gave me my first experience. That was an undeniable truth.
I looked at Marie with an incredulous expression before letting out a dry laugh.
"Absolutely not. You really are the first."
"Heehee."
Seemingly pleased to hear she was the first, Marie clung to me even tighter. As she did, she subtly rubbed her body against mine, flaunting a hidden lewdness.
Given the blood on the bed, she was definitely a virgin, so how could she be this provocative? I began filling the tub with warm water and set Marie down.
Marie truly seemed unable to walk, as she just sat on the floor, staring blankly. Meanwhile, I checked how many robes were left.
They'll be a bit big for Marie, but they should be fine.
She couldn't exactly wear an evening dress first thing in the morning, so a robe would have to do for now. Before we got into the tub, I washed every inch of Marie’s body.
Marie accepted my touch without a word of complaint. She let out suggestive moans every now and then, which made things dangerous, but I managed to suppress my lust.
"Wash me here, too."
"...Can't you do that part yourself?"
"Mmm-nn. Hurry."
She even asked me to wash her private area, which put me in a difficult spot. I intended to refuse, but Marie pouted and threw a tantrum until I reluctantly agreed.
And well... in the end, I couldn't hold back, so I had to wash her all over again. I just had to hope there were no maids outside.
Splash—
"Phew..."
"Is the water temperature okay?"
"Mhm..."
After soaking in the tub for a while to wash away the fatigue, we both put on bathrobes and stepped out of the bathroom. Of course, Marie was still unable to even stand, so I carried her.
When we emerged, the bed had already been neatly made by a maid in that short span of time. Marveling at their efficiency, I slowly lowered Marie onto the bed.
"I'm hungry..."
"The food should arrive soon. You can move your hands, right?"
"Probably."
I figured it would be better if I just fed her. Since even moving was a chore for Marie right now, it was only right that I act as her servant for today.
Normally, I would have a maid do it, but I didn't feel right about that. After how much she had accepted me last night, I felt this was the least I could do as a matter of basic manners.
"I've always felt this, but you're so considerate, Isaac. Usually, people just order the maids to do everything."
Apparently, even this was considered overflowing consideration by the standards of this world. I gave an embarrassed smile as Marie looked at me with a touched expression.
I sometimes forgot that I was a reincarnated person, but these small details served as a constant reminder.
"As a man, I should at least do this much. Don't you think?"
"There aren't many men like you. Even though we're dating, it's rare for a man to cater to a woman like this."
"Really? Then those guys are jerks."
"You're the strange one. But I like that about you."
What a lovely and cute woman. Last night she had shown the wantonness of a temptress, but now she displayed the sweetness of an innocent girl.
I responded to Marie’s confession with a warm smile. Marie blushed slightly at my expression and gave me a bright, clear laugh.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Isaac? May I come in?"
While the two of us were lost in our own world, my mother's voice came from outside the door along with a knock.
Startled, I quickly moved Marie to lean against the headboard before giving permission. It would be incredibly rude to greet her while lying down.
Once Marie was settled, I covered her with the blanket. After a light kiss, I called out toward the door.
"Yes! Please come in!"
"Pardon me, then."
Click—
As the door opened, a tray laden with food entered first. To my surprise, the person pushing the tray wasn't a maid, but my mother.
I hurriedly moved to help her, but she casually waved me off, signaling it wasn't necessary. She then turned her gaze toward Marie, who was sitting against the headboard, and her eyes crinkled into a gentle smile.
"Did you have a good night?"
My mother spoke to Marie informally, not using honorifics. It seemed she had already finalized her as her future daughter-in-law.
Marie turned beet red at the question and answered quietly. She looked incredibly cute as she struggled to meet my mother's eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
"...Yes."
"It wasn't painful?"
"Rather than painful... it was wonderful."
"Oh my. Is that so? I'm glad to hear it."
"Um..."
As my mother brought the tray closer, Marie called out to her tentatively. My mother tilted her head, looking at her as if asking if she had something to say.
Marie glanced at me once before finally speaking, her tone suggesting she was suppressing her shame.
"Um... are all men as big as Isaac? When I learned about it in my family, I was told they were about the size of a dagger..."
"Marie?"
"How big was he?"
I was utterly mortified that she would ask such an explicit question while I was standing right there. Marie was one thing, but my mother, who asked back without a hint of embarrassment, was also something else entirely.
"Maybe about this big? Wait a second."
Regardless of my embarrassment, Marie tried to estimate the length with her hands, but finding it vague, she reached toward her lower body hidden under the blanket. After a small mumble, as if confirming the size, she showed my mother her hands, now spread even wider than before.
Her honesty was so blunt that I felt a wave of shame and had to cover my face with both hands.
"It was about this much. Are all men like this?"
"No. That's much larger than average. It seems Isaac takes after his mother in looks, but inherited his father's physique down there. Hohoho."
"... ..."
Please stop. Please.
Whether I was screaming internally or not, the two women were busy chatting away.
"By the way, it must have been quite painful. Are you alright? If it's too difficult, I can bring a potion."
"I'm okay. It throbs a little down there, but it's not unbearable."
"That's a relief. So, how did it feel?"
"Well... how should I put it? It felt like I was flying through the sky. My vision was flashing, and it felt like my brain was melting into white."
"And that was your first time?"
"Yes."
Please, talk about this when I'm not here. Are all the women here like this?
"Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I was worried Isaac might have been rough and inconsiderate."
"He was quite skilled for a first-timer. Mother, I am Isaac's first woman, right?"
"Before Isaac entered the Academy, the only women he met were me and his sister. I can't tell you how surprised I was when I heard he started dating you."
"...Mother."
"Hoho. Was I being too mischievous?"
When I called out to her to stop, my mother covered her mouth and laughed elegantly.
She looked back and forth between Marie and me before leaving a quiet word of encouragement.
"Then I'll leave our Isaac in your hands. Isaac, you take good care of Marie, too. A woman's body might be surprisingly sturdy, but her heart is as delicate as glass."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Yes."
"You must be very hungry, so I'll leave the food here. Oh, and Isaac?"
"Yes?"
My mother called my name just before leaving the tray and departing. When I looked at her, she spoke with a beaming smile.
"Make sure to always keep some medicine ready when you go back to the Academy. You never know when or where you'll do it."
"... ..."
"Most importantly, cleanliness is key. If you catch a disease, it's dangerous for both of you. Understood?"
"...Yes."
"Ah, and one more thing..."
Finally, my mother left me with a meaningful remark.
"I hope you include your experiences in the Xenon Biography as well."
"... ..."
"This mother of yours wants to see Jin and Lily get together more than Xenon and Mary."
Jin is the final boss, Mother. I would eventually depict Jin and Lily getting together before the final battle, but the emotional damage to the readers would be severe.
Completely unaware of my thoughts, my mother bid us farewell and left the bedroom. I felt as if a storm had just passed through, leaving me dazed. I let out a long sigh.
"Phew..."
"Um... Isaac?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you really going to write about it in the Xenon Biography?"
"... ..."
I was so dumbfounded that I let out a hollow laugh and asked Marie back.
"Why? Do you want me to?"
At that question, Marie acted shy before answering carefully.
"Yes..."
"... ..."
"Is that not okay?"
"...Let's just eat first and think about it."
And so, a day that was both the same and yet entirely different began.