Mother-in-Law Has Surprisingly Little Experience - 1
When morning came, I went straight to see Isabel.
"Miss Isabel, I've come."
"Please, come in."
She seemed to have improved somewhat — lately Isabel had grown far more expressive. Her smiles, especially, had become frequent.
She really is beautiful when she smiles.
As usual, I began the morning by attending to Isabel, starting with breakfast.
"Ian, you're here."
"I was about to prepare breakfast — if it's difficult for you, shall I do it?"
"Would you?"
My mother-in-law Adelia's demeanor was off. Dark circles hung heavily beneath her eyes, as if she hadn't slept properly at all.
Does Adelia have something weighing on her enough to keep her up at night?
The main source of her worries — Isabel's condition — I had already resolved. The only remaining problem was Isolde, who still hadn't grown up.
"Gack."
"Good morning, sister-in-law."
Speak of the devil and she appears — first thing in the morning, I ran straight into Isolde.
She's put on a bit of weight.
Lately Isolde's complexion had improved. Why? Because of the meat I brought home every day.
My stomach turns just thinking about it.
Knowing I'd suffered for that bitch's sake left a sour taste in my mouth.
"Hey, can you stop that dog act already?"
"Excuse me?"
"The more you do this, the more Isabel suffers. Don't give her false hope. Go find some other woman."
"...."
Anger surged at Isolde's words, but I managed to hold it back. Getting angry here would only make Isabel sad.
Anger? Why am I getting angry?
A sudden doubt crept in. Whenever it came to matters involving Isabel, I found myself turning emotional. Considering my original personality, it was strange.
If this is residual influence from the possession, Ian barely had any connection with Isabel as far as I know.
Even the confession to Isabel — it had come out so smoothly, as if my mouth had been greased.
I should look into this sometime.
For now, I ignored Isolde's nonsense. There was no need to engage with a self-centered bitch.
"Sister-in-law, just worry about yourself."
"What?"
Of course, I had no intention of taking it lying down like a pushover.
"Hey! What did you just say to me?!"
My remark about minding her own business had clearly struck a nerve — Isolde's face flushed red and purple by turns.
Normally, when emotions ran this high, a person would look ugly. Isolde was different. Personality aside, she was still a beauty.
"Adelia."
"Hmm?"
"Is something the matter?"
Her unusual appearance kept nagging at me. I asked just to check whether I'd missed something.
"Nothing in particular."
"That's a relief, then. But if anything difficult comes up, please lean on me."
"Mm, I will."
Adelia answered with a strained smile, fidgeting with her fingers, then carefully asked me:
"Ian..."
"Yes?"
"You love Isabel, don't you?"
"Without a doubt. I love her."
"I-I see."
Seeming to gauge my reaction, Adelia hemmed and hawed before asking again.
"But isn't there anything inconvenient? Since Isabel's body is... unwell..."
"There isn't. On the contrary, I'm glad there are so many things I can do for Miss Isabel."
"I-Is that so?"
Perhaps because my answer was too idealistic? Adelia seemed to feel pressure from it.
Is she worried my feelings might change?
Despite her beautiful looks, Adelia was a mother of two daughters. She knew well enough that a man's heart could be as fickle as a reed.
Maybe I should show a bit more human frailty?
Watching her carefully, I added:
"But it would be a lie to say there's nothing inconvenient at all."
"Can you tell me what it is?"
"Well... it's a bit difficult to discuss in front of my mother-in-law."
"It's all right. Tell me. I'm Isabel's mother, so I'll help in her place."
Adelia clenched both fists as she spoke. I wondered if I should really tell her this, but I decided to go for it.
"I'm having difficulty relieving my sexual desires."
"S-Sexual desires?"
Completely unprepared for that answer, Adelia flushed red with embarrassment.
"I'm a man too, so the sexual frustration is quite a struggle."
"I-I see. At that age, it would certainly be... inconvenient..."
Adelia squeezed her eyes shut, deliberating. Then, in a trembling voice, she said:
"I-I'll relieve your sexual desires in Isabel's place."
"Really?"
The words slipped out unfiltered. Adelia's offer was that shocking.
I never thought Adelia would be the one to say something like that first.
In Affairs of a Rural Village, Adelia had the second-most sex scenes after Isolde. Of course, being an NTR genre, most of it involved Adelia becoming a whore and selling her body to make ends meet — but she could still be classified as a heroine.
Naturally, Adelia was included in my grand harem plans. However, because of her tendency to remain faithful to her late husband, I'd intended to gradually win her over. I never dreamed things would progress like this.
This is an event that would never happen after Isabel is cured.
In a few days, Isabel's incurable disease would be healed. Then Adelia would never make a proposal like this.
If this is an opportunity, it is one — but something feels off...
Just in case, I didn't snatch it up immediately. I pushed back once.
"I'm sorry. I'll just accept your feelings, Adelia. Thinking about it again, no matter my desires, I don't want to make Miss Isabel sad."
"Th-That's fine. Isabel wanted this."
"Miss Isabel?"
"Yes. She asked me to take care of you in her place, since her body is unwell."
Adelia's answer startled me. I never imagined Isabel would personally make such a request of Adelia.
In that case, there's no real reason to refuse.
My wife's permission had been granted. The fact that the other party was my mother-in-law was a bit awkward, but for Isabel's sake — her dignity — this was something I couldn't turn down.
"Then, if I may be so shameless... may I ask this of you, Adelia?"
"It's fine. Leave it to me."
When night fell, Adelia quietly made her way to the warehouse.
Ian was already there, waiting for her.
"You've come?"
Ian greeted Adelia with a gentle smile. At that, she felt as though she were doing something illicit with her son-in-law.
A widowed mother-in-law and a vigorous young son-in-law meeting in the dead of night. No matter how you looked at it, the atmosphere reeked of an affair.
Adelia, get a hold of yourself. That's not why you came here.
This meeting was solely to relieve her beloved daughter's husband's sexual desires in her place. There should be no other feelings involved. No — she repeated that to herself.
"Just so we're clear — penetration is absolutely not allowed."
"Of course. If a child were conceived, it would be a disaster."
Fortunately, Ian harbored no further intentions, and Adelia could breathe a little easier.
The more I look at him, the better a son-in-law Ian is.
Beyond loving the ailing Isabel, objectively speaking, Ian was a perfect hundred-point son-in-law. Not only was he highly capable, he was considerate as well. Considering how most men looked down on their wives, as a fellow woman she couldn't help but feel favorably toward him. Even his sense of responsibility made him seem dependable.
Lately his face seems to have gotten handsomer, too.
Having already been drawn to Ian's character, now that even his face looked good, Adelia found herself developing a romantic attraction toward him — enough that she felt envious of her own daughter, Isabel.
Ugh...!!! Adelia, snap out of it! What are you even thinking right now?!
Shocked at the realization that she'd just seen her son-in-law as a man, Adelia slapped her own cheeks to clear her head.
Slap! Slap!
"Adelia?!"
"I-Ian, this is nothing. So, this is..."
When Ian looked worried at the sudden self-slapping, Adelia hurriedly piled on excuses.
"I was just trying to wake myself up. Don't mind it."
"I see. If you're too sleepy, we can stop here for today. Even if Miss Isabel asked this of you, there's no need for you to push yourself, Adelia."
"I'm fine! I'm fine, so you don't need to worry."
"If you say so, then all right."
Deliberately ignoring Ian's concerned gaze, Adelia knelt before him as promised, ready to relieve her son-in-law's sexual desires.
"I'm sorry a middle-aged woman like me is your partner. I'd like to tell you to use a prostitute if possible, but our circumstances aren't good enough for that."
Adelia spoke as if making excuses for the present situation, slowly grasping the waistband of Ian's pants. To her, Ian said:
"That's not true. I'm actually glad to have a beauty like you as my partner, Adelia."
"What's so good about a middle-aged woman like me..."
Adelia took Ian's praise as mere lip service. Before Isolde, she had been widely rumored as the village's greatest beauty — but that was only in her youth. Now she herself believed she had no feminine charm left.
"Huh?"
When she pulled down his pants, Adelia was stunned by the size and girth of Ian's member.
"I-Ian, this is...?"
"I'm sorry. You were so arousing, Adelia, that it ended up like this."
For a while she was speechless at a size that couldn't even be compared to her late husband's. Enjoying her reaction, Ian asked again:
"You'll help me relieve my sexual desires, right?"
