Chapter 115: First Wife
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 115: First Wife
“So. Who was that woman from earlier?”
Yuria sat me down at the dining table and began her interrogation.
I broke into a cold sweat and tried my best to explain, but she didn't look satisfied.
“So, let me get this straight. You got close to an interrogator named Rosier in the labyrinth, and somehow you two ended up in a relationship where you’re kissing each other on the forehead?”
“Well... that’s a bit of an oversimplification. But it’s not wrong, either. I’m not sure how else to put it.”
When I failed to give a proper answer, Yuria gripped the table and leaned her upper body toward me. She narrowed her eyes and stared straight into mine, as if determined not to let a single lie slip past.
“Cut the crap. Did you sleep with that interrogator?”
I shook my head at her blunt question. I could say with absolute certainty that I hadn't slept with Rosier.
She had just played with my dick a little. That was all.
“No. We didn't. we just got a bit close, that’s all.”
“Really? You didn't do this and that in the labyrinth? Like, you didn't 'accidentally' slip your dick into her pussy? If you give me a pathetic excuse like that, you’re dead.”
“Of course not! What do you take me for?”
“A world-class philanderer.”
“....”
I had nothing to say to that. It was hard to deny being a philanderer when my relationships with women were so complicated.
“Listen, Sion. I’m the primary wife. I’m not giving up this spot. Got it?”
It was a stern warning. She had given a similar warning to Lady Leah—telling her not to covet the position of the legal wife. She was the first.
Of course, I had no objections to her claim. I had known her the longest, and I knew how much she had sacrificed for me. Even now, I was living in this house for free.
“Yeah, of course. You’re the first, Yuria. Always.”
“Good. Don't you dare give your whole heart to another woman. You can share it fairly, but never forget that I come first. Understood?”
“I understand.”
“Good.”
Yuria stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. It felt as if she were trying to overwrite and erase Rosier’s trace.
She must have been quite bothered by it. It made sense; seeing a strange woman kiss her man on the forehead right in front of her was enough to make anyone angry. From Yuria’s perspective, it was practically an NTR situation.
If some other guy had kissed Yuria on the forehead, I would have torn him limb from limb.
Let’s look at it from her perspective. If Yuria had gone to the labyrinth for two weeks and come back involved with some other guy...
“Yuria. I’m sorry.”
Suddenly, I felt a wave of shame. I had really done her wrong.
“Forget it. Why are you apologizing now? You said it yourself from the start—that I should serve you as my Master, and that you’d have many women.”
“That’s... true.”
“I understand that. I’m just making sure I’m at the top of the list. More importantly, that Rosier woman. Is she strong?”
“Well... she wanders through packs of Dungeon Trolls all by herself. In terms of pure physical strength, she’s as strong as the Saintess.”
Rosier was a born Barbarian. Helena had speculated she was a survivor of the Deer Horn Tribe. If that was true, Rosier was a woman born to be a powerhouse.
“She beats Dungeon Trolls to death with her fists? What... is she even human?”
“She is. She bleeds when you prick her.”
“Crazy. I guess that’s an interrogator for you. She’s damn strong. Is she a Platinum Badge?”
“I don't think she’s properly registered as an adventurer. She belongs to the Church.”
“I see. So she’s an interrogator on par with someone just below a Platinum Badge.”
“Probably? Her Ability seems to be at the Gold Badge level, but in terms of pure physical ability, she felt like she was just below Platinum.”
Yuria grew slightly tense at the mention of someone who might be stronger than her. She had a history of overpowering Lady Leah with strength, but this time, her rival was a formidable warrior.
“Hmm. What’s her personality like?”
“Taciturn. Quiet, mostly. But once she has a goal, she charges through everything to reach it.”
“Quiet but aggressive when it counts. Does she seriously want to marry you?”
“Well...”
“Why can't you answer? Hurry up.”
“She... she said she wanted to. But I told her I had to get permission first.”
“Really? Oh, so you did tell her properly. Well done.”
Yuria’s mood seemed to lift at the thought that I had considered her. She grinned and pulled me into her arms.
“That’s right. You have to ask the first wife for permission. You can't just snatch someone away in the middle, right?”
“Right. You’re right, Yuria.”
“At least she’s a woman you can talk to. She didn't try to rape you or kidnap you. She’s trying to have a gentlemanly conversation. A rare, decent woman.”
“Kidnap? Rape?”
“Why are you so surprised? Did you think men don't get raped? Forty percent of rape victims in the Labyrinth City are men. Did you know that?”
“I had no idea.”
Good god. Were there really that many men being raped in this city? I never knew.
“It’s because most people just end up getting married after being raped. It doesn't get reported often.”
“They just get married?”
“Yeah. That’s what they say. If you ask the guards, they’ll tell you it’s true. You have no idea how often pretty men get kidnapped. And you probably don't know that they eventually end up falling for the women who kidnapped them, getting married, and having kids... It’s better if you don't know.”
“Whoa.”
Right. This was the medieval era. Since I was a modern person and the people around me were relatively sane, it was easy to forget. But if you dug into the various incidents happening in places I didn't see, they were all things that a modern person’s common sense would find hard to grasp.
“Do you think you’re safe? Women can be terrifying.”
That was a bit scary. This wasn't South America or something, yet men getting raped was a common occurrence? I felt a renewed sense of vigilance.
“That’s why I’m telling you. Don't give your heart to just anyone. Okay?”
“I got it.”
“Exactly. You have a safe woman like me right here. Stop looking elsewhere. Understood?”
“Yeah. I’ll be careful.”
“Good. At least you’re good at answering. Come here. Were you scared because I was angry?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Yuria, who had been scolding me, now pulled me against her chest to comfort me. Being comforted after being scolded made me feel like I just wanted to stay buried in her arms and act spoiled.
“You worked hard. It must have been so tough, rolling around in the labyrinth.”
“I thought I was going to die.”
“Right. It was hard fighting those heretics, wasn't it?”
“Yeah. It was really hard.”
“There, there. You’ve come back looking so thin after just two weeks. Come on. Let’s go wash up. I’ll wash you.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes. Marin!”
“Yes!”
“Get the water warm.”
“Yes, ma’am! It’s already ready!”
Naturally, I was led to the bathroom by Yuria, hand in hand. On the way, Olivia, who was sitting on the sofa, gave a small wave, and I waved back. Though, of course, Olivia couldn't see me.
“Now, take them off.”
“Wait. I’ll do it myself.”
I took off my clothes and put them in the basket. Looking at their condition, it seemed better to just throw them away.
“Your clothes were filthy, but your body is clean. Did you wash in the labyrinth?”
“Yeah. We set up a tent and made a makeshift shower.”
“Wow. So you managed to keep yourself clean after all.”
“Pretty much.”
Soon, Yuria stripped off her own clothes as well.
“Stay still. I’m going to wash you.”
“Okay...”
I stood there slightly tense as Yuria said she would wash me from head to toe. Soon, she began pouring water over my body and lathering me with soap.
“Hey. Since it’s just the two of us... can I call you Master from now on? That’s what we agreed on.”
“Should we?”
“Yes. Let’s do that, Master... Hehe. My heart is racing just calling you Master after so long.”
As the slippery soap suds and Yuria—calling me Master—approached, I couldn't help but get an erection.
“Master. It’s grown.”
Yuria laughed as she flicked my erect dick. Her bright red hair clung to my chest.
“Master, should we kiss while we lather up? No, I want to. Stay still.”
“Uh, Yuria. Mmph—”
Slurp.
Yuria grabbed me so I couldn't escape and pressed her lips roughly against mine. Soon, her tongue slipped into my mouth.
Schlick. Schlick.
We licked and sucked on each other’s tongues. It was as if the limiters had been removed after being apart for so long, and we began to crave each other intensely. Yuria pushed her body against mine even more aggressively, and I rubbed my erect dick against her stomach.
“Master, your dick is really huge now. It was so limp when I was scolding you. Did you find your energy?”
“Thanks to you.”
“Just looking at my body gets you going, doesn't it?”
“...Yeah.”
“I knew it. Master, you’re mine. Right?”
“I suppose you could say that...?”
Yuria rubbed the tip of my dick with her finger and laughed as she licked my neck.
“Master, I’m sorry for scolding you earlier. But I couldn't help it. I was scared someone would take you away.”
“Take me away? You’re the first priority, Yuria.”
“Right? I’m the very first? And I’m definitely the first one to get pregnant, right?”
“Right...?”
“Yes. It’s a promise. If you get another bitch pregnant first, everyone dies.”
“Hey, that’s scary...”
“Oops. Sorry, Master. But women just keep flocking to you... Your dick is going to go limp. Do you want to touch my breasts?”
“Yeah.”
Yuria took my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt like kneading soft mochi.
“You can touch them harder. Don't you want to suck them?”
“I do.”
“They’re all yours, Master. You can suck them as much as you want.”
As soon as I had permission, I buried my face in Yuria’s chest and hungrily devoured her breasts. It felt like all the stress I had accumulated in the labyrinth was melting away with just one touch of her breasts. Just licking them and sucking her nipples made the madness of the labyrinth vanish.
I realized once again why everyone has sex as soon as they return from the labyrinth.
“Master, you seem really impatient. Shall we head to the bedroom?”
“Let’s. Let’s go now.”
I couldn't stand it anymore; I wanted to rub my dick against her. Yuria and I quickly rinsed off the soap, wrapped ourselves loosely in towels, and headed for the master bedroom.
“Oh my...!”
“Aah! Why! What is it!”
As we stepped out of the bathroom without clothes, Marin jumped in surprise and covered Olivia’s eyes. Olivia was blind, so she couldn't see the scene anyway!
“Uh, Marin. Sorry, but could you clean up the bathroom?”
“Oh... Yes! Have a good night...!”
Leaving the flustered Marin behind, I entered the bedroom and immediately clung to Yuria. I hugged her tightly and rubbed my dick between her thighs.
“Master. Just how much did you want to do this? Let’s dry your hair first, okay?”
“Okay...!”
“What an energetic answer. Here, sit on this chair.”
“You’re going to dry my hair?”
“Yes. I’ll dry it in a slightly different way than usual.”
“Alright.”
Following Yuria’s command, I sat obediently in the chair. She climbed onto the chair and sat on top of me, facing me. Her breasts pressed against my face.
At the sudden pressure, I immediately opened my mouth and began licking her breasts. Yuria dried my hair while letting me nurse on her. I couldn't take it. I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn't put it in right now.
“Master. Should we put it in like this?”
“Yes, let’s. Please.”
“Wait a second.”
Yuria lifted herself slightly to adjust her position and then sat back down on top of me.
Slide.
It went in. Yuria’s warm, wet vaginal walls tightly embraced my dick. Seriously, how hard had she been practicing her Kegels? How could it be this tight even in this position?
Crazy...!
“Since you said that woman is coming tomorrow... I’m going to drain you completely before she gets here.”
“Ugh... Yu-Yuria... Are you planning to drain me all night...?”
“I’m going to drain every last drop until you can't go anymore. So just sit still and cum. Got it?”
“...Yes.”
It looked like it was going to be a very long night.