Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (18)
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We took turns bathing, with a short interval between us.
The first reason was to avoid drawing blatant suspicion from the servants, and the second was that a subtle distance still lingered between us, making it awkward to bathe together just yet.
In truth, Dia had subtly hinted that she'd like to join me, but I turned it down because of that very distance.
Bathing together—that's something real lovers or a married couple would do, right?
Understanding her feelings for me wasn't difficult, but fully accepting them would take time.
After all, I still wasn't sure if I could return those feelings completely.
In any case, I found myself standing before Dia's door once more.
I'd ultimately promised to make a baby with her, and overthinking could ruin an important moment like this. I cleared my mind of stray thoughts as best I could and knocked.
"Yes. Come in."
The reply came right away.
She knew it was my knock, and it sounded like she'd been waiting for me alone.
That let me open the door without a second thought.
"Pardon the intrusion."
But when I stepped inside, I was greeted by an unexpected sight.
"Hmm?"
All she had draped over her body was a single oversized shirt.
It was straining against her enormous breasts, but one thing was clear: it wasn't the Lady's shirt.
Instead, it felt oddly familiar.
Plain white with no patterns, sharp collar collar—I realized soon enough that it was my shirt.
"Ah... It's Mr. Ganeghan's shirt. I heard wearing it like this could be a good idea..."
Dia offered the explanation.
Before I could even ask why she'd put on my shirt, her appearance was stunning enough on its own.
Just a thin shirt covering that huge, curvaceous body. Her bare thighs and calves below were flawlessly smooth, without a single blemish.
And her skin still glistened faintly with moisture, stirring a man's lust in a way it shouldn't.
As if she hadn't quite built up her confidence yet, she averted her gaze before cautiously asking me.
"I borrowed your shirt... Is that okay?"
"It's fine."
"It doesn't look bad on me, does it?"
"No. You look beautiful."
Truly a relief.
Muttering that to herself, Dia picked up a tray and approached me slowly, stopping once she'd closed the distance just enough.
Three bottles of perfume sat on the tray.
"Could you pick the scent you like best?"
"The one I like?"
She nodded silently in response.
It was a sudden choice to make, but I took my time smelling each perfume in turn.
"I think this one suits you best. Assuming you're asking for one to spray on yourself."
One citrus, one fruity, and the last seemed floral. I held up the floral one as I spoke.
Floral—the foundational scent of perfumes. Rose, jasmine, that sort of vibe.
It was a staple in women's fragrances, so I figured it was a safe pick.
"Got it. Just a moment."
Dia promptly spritzed the perfume meticulously over her body—on the collar, the spot just below her palm where her veins ran, and she gently rubbed it along those veins too.
Before long, the room filled with a delightful jasmine aroma.
Whether to credit the perfume or Dia herself, today's Lady was that captivating.
"And... like this..."
She must have practiced quite a bit, because her movements were deft as she drew every curtain in the room.
The heavy drapes blocked out all light from outside. In that darkness, Dia quietly switched on a single orange lamp.
The warmth and gentleness of the atmosphere hit you just from looking—a clear message that what was about to happen was now inevitable.
Slender, yet voluptuous above all else. A body brimming with contradictions approached me slowly.
She pressed right up against me and gazed up intently.
Her hands rested cautiously on my shoulders as Dia rose onto her tiptoes.
The Lady had her own ideas about how she wanted this to go, so I simply stayed still to let her take the lead.
But even on tiptoes, Dia struggled a little and looked troubled.
"...Could you lower your face a bit?"
Lower it? Of course I could.
Especially when she asked so adorably—it was impossible to refuse. I quietly bent down a little.
The moment I did, she cupped my cheeks with both hands, as if handling something precious.
Then she went up on tiptoes again, gently pulling my face toward hers.
Smack—our lips met.
It must have taken her considerable courage, because Dia's legs trembled faintly on her tiptoes.
Yet another smack followed as she kissed me again anyway.
Dark room. The plush sensation of our lips was the only thing fully conveying our emotions.
The feeling she passed to me was pure, unwavering warmth. Unconsciously, I found myself waiting for what came next.
This time, though, the Lady paused a moment.
A few more smacks as our lips met, but it seemed Dia was aiming for something deeper.
"Um... Mr. Ganeghan, I mean... honey."
"Yes, Young Lady."
"Even if I use my tongue... don't freak out too much, okay?! No dodging just because you're surprised!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at how she phrased it.
Wasn't she the startled, nervous one—not me? Her roundabout way of hiding her own tension was just too cute.
"I won't freak out."
"Then... I'll start... Mmph?!"
But Dia's words cut off, and she got no time to steel herself.
Because I'd wrapped my hand around her nape and claimed her lips.
Her lips parted from the start, as if they'd been waiting for me. Our tongues naturally coiled like serpents, and her trembling legs shook harder.
"Hnn, mmph, s-suddenly..."
Dia whimpered pitifully, but it was no protest.
Quite the opposite—she threw her arms around my neck herself, sucking and licking my tongue with earnest effort, like she was showing off her preparations.
Once the mood felt fully heated, I broke the kiss.
She panted heavily, gazing at me with eyes half-melted. Less than a minute of kissing, and she was already dissolving.
After a beat, once she'd caught her breath, the Lady wiped the saliva from her lips and puffed out her cheeks.
"D-Don't do that...!"
"Isn't this what you wanted to do, Young Lady?"
"It is, but I'm saying you shouldn't start it first!"
"I planned to let you, but I figured it'd take another day if I waited."
"No way! Today for sure... I'll show you exactly what kind of woman I am."
"What kind?"
"You'll see starting now. That I'm Ganeghan's one and only wife."
With steely resolve, Dia fumbled hurriedly at the buttons of her shirt.
Then she squatted down, bringing her eyes level with my cock.
"...You can stare all you want today. I won't say a word."
Muttering that, Dia gripped my belt with her hand.
She clearly wanted to undo it herself, but her fingers were still clumsy.
It was only natural. A lady like her had probably never worn a belt, much less undone a man's. Just as I started to do it myself out of reluctance—
"W-Wait, stay still!"
Dia shoved my hand away.
And kept fumbling away. Erotic in its own subtle way, my cock began to stir and harden.
At last, she pressed the buckle and yanked the belt free. Relief spread across the Lady's face.
"Ah... So that's how you do it!"
Unthinkingly blurting that out, she cleared her throat and slid her fingers into my pants.
"I'll take them off...?"
Even peeking at me for permission—it was utterly adorable. I simply stared at Dia without a word.
Today, it felt fine to gaze freely without holding back. She'd given permission herself, after all.
The Lady's hands slid slowly downward. My pants and underwear came down together.
My cock, already plenty swollen, sprang out with a thwack against Dia's face.
"Ah, eek?!"
Dia yelped in surprise. That brief brush of her soft skin against the shaft only aroused me further.
"N-No big deal. I totally expected that... Anyway, I wasn't startled or anything."
Muttering that, Dia cautiously spread her legs a little. To match her breasts to my waist height, it seemed.
"...I'll do my best."
With those words, Dia squeezed my shaft tight between her massive breasts.