Lianna's Secret 1
“Ah, honey. Dino. You're back?”
Laughing as he greeted his family was Lianna's husband and Dino's father, Moren Dario. Lately, he'd been enduring days of stifling frustration, like something was blocking his path. But today, for the first time in ages, he could welcome them with a genuine smile. How could he not? All those suffocating worries that had plagued him recently were finally unraveling.
His wife, who had clung desperately to her own shabby little shop—too embarrassing to even introduce to others—rather than the proud Moren family business passed down for four generations. And his son, who had suffered bullying at the academy without his parents even noticing, neglected as they were. Lianna still hadn't closed that shameful shop of hers, but just knowing his son's troubles were resolving was joy enough.
To savor that happiness a bit longer, Dario had left the shop to his employees and come home early today. Preparing dinner himself and waiting, he couldn't even imagine what his wife and son had been up to.
“...Yeah. We're home.”
“...We're home...”
They replied with weary looks, mother and son. Their matching red hair made it obvious they were family, but today, they seemed even more alike than usual. Flushed faces. Voices laced with an oddly seductive undertone. Their clothes looked damp in places, wrinkled here and there. Were they sick, maybe?
As he approached them in the entryway with that worry, a strange, chilling scent wafted into Dario's nose, making his skin crawl.
...What is this smell...? Beastly...
He'd definitely smelled it before. Just a few days ago, when he'd encountered that divine beast—it was that same animalistic odor, now carrying an eerie chill from the two of them. Was it his imagination? Why did the monster-like scent of a divine beast feel so unsettling today?
And why were his wife and son, reeking of it, wearing such ecstatic expressions, radiating an unnatural eroticism?
“...Hoo...”
“Haa...”
Their flushed faces exhaled long breaths that somehow looked feverish. Dino took after Lianna, pretty and delicate even as a boy—but no matter what, his son was emitting the same feminine allure as his own mother? They were mother and son, sure, but how could their erotic auras match so perfectly?
Stunned by their appearance, Dario froze in front of them, at a loss for words.
“...You're home early today, dear.”
“...Ah, y-yeah... I thought I'd make dinner sometimes...”
“Oh... Thank you. You must be tired, Dario.”
“Ah, yeah...”
As she brushed back her hair and slipped off her shoes, Lianna flashed him a soft smile. For some reason, his wife looked utterly captivating.
“...D-Dino. How'd it go with your friends today? Those two said they'd try to make peace first, right?”
“...It worked out, Dad.”
“R-Really? That's great...”
Dino answered with a dazed smile. For a split second, that smile made Dario wonder if his son was actually a girl. What was this odd feeling, like his wife and son shared a secret excluding him? He couldn't say why, but they suddenly felt distant.
“Y-You both look exhausted... Want to wash up first? Or...”
“...No, I'll do it later...”
“...Me too, Dad.”
“O-Okay? Alright... Then let's eat dinner.”
Dario sensed the beastly scent was part of what made them feel distant, so he suggested they wash up first. But they shook their heads with subtle expressions.
Are they so tired they can't even bathe? But up close, their skin is glowing—they don't look that worn out...
Puzzled, he pushed the thought aside and headed to the table with them. He set out the bought bread, a few plates for the family. As soon as he sat down after preparing everything, Lianna and Dino took their seats too.
He sat at the head of the table. His wife and son faced each other. With a word to eat, the Moren family's meal proceeded in heavy silence.
“...Hmm. Honey... Did something happen today?”
“...What do you mean?”
“No, you just look kinda tired...”
“Mm, not really... If anything, I feel better than this morning.”
“R-Really?”
Flustered by their unnaturally quiet demeanor, Dario spoke to Lianna first. But she answered without looking at him, her face twisting subtly as if hiding something. The way she fidgeted and gripped her skirt felt like a plea not to ask further.
“...D-Dino. So, how'd you make up with your friends?”
“...My big sisters helped out...”
“Lizbet and Cecilia? ...They actually listened to you two?”
“...The sisters prepared a surefire way. Those guys won't bully me anymore.”
“Hmm... I see...”
Dino poked at his stew without meeting his eyes, a faint smile on his face that seemed to say he couldn't reveal more. The only sounds were the quiet clinks of utensils from his wife and son. Feeling alienated, the husband and father desperately tried to draw them out.
The Moren family's dinner dragged on, leaving Dario with a strange sense of exclusion.
***********************************************************************************************************
“...I'll head to bed now, honey.”
“I'm going too... Good night, Dad.”
Desperate to spark conversation, the Morens had finished eating and moved to tea. But Lianna and Dino rose earlier than usual, still silent through it all.
“Already? You haven't even washed up.”
“...I'm kinda tired today. Just gonna do my face quickly.”
“...I'm sleepy too... I'll wash in the morning.”
They seemed oblivious to the lingering odd scent as they hesitated in reply. They hadn't looked that exhausted during dinner. Why avoid washing? Dario couldn't shake the feeling they were hiding something.
“O-Okay... If you're tired...”
But not wanting to ruin the improving family mood, he couldn't bring himself to ask what.
...They're just really beat today, that's all...
No need to pry without certainty. Some days were just awkward like this. Probably today.
“...Then I'll go up...”
“Ah, w-wait, Lianna!”
He grabbed her turning back without thinking. He felt the awkwardness. Heard they were tired. But he couldn't let her go to bed like this.
During dinner, he'd glimpsed the most seductive side of his wife yet. That allure had stirred his lust unexpectedly.
Since becoming a father, his sex drive had mysteriously faded, cutting their intimacy short. He'd thought last night would hold him for a while. But eyeing his wife, his cock had stiffened. Not as rigid as yesterday, but like his youthful vigor returning—this strange sensation.
Enthralled by his wife's unfamiliar eroticism, Dario's arousal made him grab her.
“T-Today too... If you're okay...”
“......”
Glancing at Dino heading upstairs, he whispered the suggestion. Lianna's face shifted to hesitant unease at his plea. Too tired after all? Regretfully accepting it, he sighed inwardly—
“......Haa.”
She fidgeted, eyes darting, then fixed on his bulging pants. A cold glint flashed in her gaze. She let out a light sigh, a bitter smile as she met his eyes.
“...I'm so tired I can barely move. But if that's okay...”
Her permitting expression looked utterly disappointed.
***********************************************************************************************************
“Haa, haa...! Honey...! Honey...!”
“......”
Dario's hips jerked with labored grunts. Not wanting to wash off the scent clinging to her body today, Lianna had started without bathing. He'd hesitated at first, but soon sheathed his slightly less angled erection from yesterday and prepared.
Climbing over the still Lianna, he inserted and thrust his hips with effort—this was their sex.
...Feels way less than I thought...
To Lianna, who'd experienced the vicious horse dick dildo, her husband's cock felt emptier than before.
“Nngh...! L-Lianna...! You're tighter... than yesterday...!”
“......Yeah.”
Oddly, after that monstrous thing, her pussy had returned to normal—no issues. If anything, it felt more elastic and snug than before insertion. But even so tight, why did Dario's cock feel so lacking?
I only accepted out of obligation... But this...
She'd wanted to skip it today. After indulging in something unspeakable with her husband, with their marriage finally warming up, she worried about ruining it—or getting caught. But seeing his small, tented bulge...
A chill settled in her, and she nodded, suddenly indifferent to discovery.
What was that feeling...?
Until recently, she'd craved intimacy with him. Why this utter lack of thrill now? Size difference aside, today was just a dildo. Yet that dildo outdid her husband's cock by far. The horse dick dildo, modeled after a monster's...
...If the dildo was that good, what if I actually mated with Sema's cock...?
The image flickered: that horse cock dangling from the monster, hot with thick male musk, pulsing vigorously unlike the dildo. Imagining mating with it, she gave his imperceptible cock a light squeeze.
“Ghkk...! L-Lianna...!”
“......Haa.”
Less than three minutes in, her husband's cock climaxed. Lianna sighed, watching his peak with blank impassivity. Disgust seeped from her chest, her expression growing icier.
The lingering aftertaste of the horse dick dildo and horse semen from dinner—gone in just two or three minutes. Feeling that irritation,
...This sucks...
Disappointed by this tiny dick, Lianna vowed never to sleep with her husband again after enjoying Sema.