The Lesson Begins
‘Right, I still had to finish writing that.’
Vera decided to look on the bright side. Rather than just reading the scripture, transcribing it might actually help calm her restless mind.
Picking up the inkwell and quill, Vera began to fill in the pages by the light of a small candle. The quiet room was filled with the scratching of the quill, the scent of burning wax, and...
‘The smell of semen...’
She had tried her best to clean up, but the scent remained, asserting its presence. Vera thought it ironic that the scripture, which should have been holy, now felt holy in an entirely different sense. She felt a strange pang of guilt, yet she couldn't deny that the scent was turning her on.
She couldn't let her mind wander like this while writing. If she didn't focus on every single character, her hand would unconsciously start scribbling nonsense. She didn't want to ruin the only copy of the book, forcing her to erase everything or leave a permanent blemish.
After writing a few more lines, Vera gave up and lay back down on the bed. The sense of moral corruption—the juxtaposition of a sacred text and the lingering sexual atmosphere—felt like it was piercing her heart, reminding her that she shouldn't be doing this with her son-in-law, even as she secretly delighted in their relationship.
The scent of semen drifting into her nose seemed to circulate through her body, fueling her arousal. Soothing her heated skin, Vera finally managed to drift off to sleep. There was still a long time before Edward would return.
The journey back to the Rystein estate took four days. We didn't push the pace because there were so many wounded. I was one of them.
Upon returning to the estate after ten days, the first thing I did was seek out the lord.
“...What is it?”
“Edward Rystein, knight of Rystein, reporting for duty.”
“...Confirmed.”
In place of Monica, who was stationed at the Enixon barony, Viscountess Winnie Melbourne was acting as the lord. The red stone she had been wearing before was nowhere to be seen.
“...If there’s nothing else, go and get some rest.”
With that dismissal, the Viscountess slumped over her desk. She looked incredibly annoyed and even sleepy. I wanted to ask about the red stone, but she didn't look like she was in any mood to answer, so I just left the office. Besides, I wanted to see Vera as soon as possible. I headed straight to her room.
The day before I left for the expedition, when I revealed that I couldn't read the scriptures, Vera had spoken with a determined, gentle, and resolute voice.
“Ed, I think it’s time we set aside some time to properly teach you how to read and write.”
I hated studying, but I had begun to feel the necessity of it. My memories of the events before my regression were slowly fading, and I felt the need to record them somewhere. If I had someone else write them down, I might have to kill them to keep my mouth shut. And I wouldn't even be able to read what they wrote.
Besides, having Vera teach me was a welcome prospect. It was far better than learning from some dreary monk or a pretentious scholar.
“If you’re alright with it, Mother-in-law...”
“I’m the one who suggested it, so of course I’m alright with it.”
Vera said with a joyful expression.
“It feels like just yesterday I was teaching Monica how to read, and now I get to teach my son-in-law myself. It makes me feel so proud~”
“Haha, I’ll be in your care. Should I call you ‘Teacher’ from now on?”
“Teacher... that doesn't sound bad at all.”
Vera savored the word, a satisfied look on her face. It seemed she quite liked the idea of building a wholesome relationship with me. I remembered thinking in my past life that she loved to talk, but it seemed she also enjoyed the act of teaching and the status of being a mentor.
“Ed, you won’t be poring over difficult books, will you? I only intend to teach you enough to read and write simple letters, so I hope you can keep up with my lessons.”
Just as she had said, Vera had prepared everything for the lesson as if she had been waiting for my return.
“Student Ed, shall we begin the lesson right away?”
Like Monica when she was aroused, the look in Vera’s eyes changed completely when she was in 'teacher mode.' Don't show me you're mother and daughter in this way. I didn't want to do this right now. How could I get out of it?
“Teacher, I haven’t quite recovered from the fatigue of the journey yet...”
“The lesson has already begun. You must be punctual. They say to strike while the iron is hot; it’s best to do things when you’ve set your mind to them. If you keep putting it off until tomorrow, you’ll end up doing nothing and just lazing about.”
As if to say she wouldn't hear any objections, Vera lifted her voluptuous hips from the chair to fetch a book. My head started to ache just hearing the word 'book.' Even my strengthened body was useless in the face of a textbook.
I hadn't been close to books since I was a child. It wasn't just because I preferred the sword; I simply had few opportunities to encounter them. My family had been terrified that if I became too smart, I’d start a pointless succession struggle, so they successfully married me off as a son-in-law without ever letting me study. And the marriage that followed had been hell.
‘I was just an ignorant swordsman, so I must have been easy to exploit.’
Thinking about it now, it seems all those things happened because I was illiterate and ignorant. From now on, I’ll study hard so I don’t get used—
“I’ve brought a book I’ve been reading lately. I’ll teach you while reading this to you.”
Thud—
The table seemed to sway under the weight of the heavy book she dropped onto it. A book of this thickness must have been incredibly expensive just for the paper alone.
“...May I ask what this book is about?”
“Of course. This is a translation from the East that I’ve been reading recently. It’s about the origin of man and the spirit...”
I couldn't understand a word of the title. Were we even speaking the same language?
“I originally intended to use the scripture, but thanks to someone, the erased letters haven’t been filled in yet.”
Ugh, that was entirely my fault. Seeing that it still wasn't filled in even after I’d returned from the expedition, it must have been quite a lot of text.
Vera opened the thick book to the middle. She pulled out a beautifully decorated bookmark and placed it gently beside the book.
“I’ll read aloud while pointing at the sentences with my finger. The content isn't that important anyway, so is it alright if we start from where I was reading?”
“Ah, yes.”
As I’d felt before, learning to read wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.
Rustle—
Before I knew it, Vera was already turning the pages. How many had she flipped while I wasn't looking? Even though the content seemed difficult, her mouth moved without pause.
“Man is born inherently good, and this is a fact proven by Confucianism...”
The content was too difficult to sink in. Perhaps because it was Vera’s voice, it was naturally going in one ear and out the other. My eyes, which had started on the sentences following her finger, were soon tracking her fine, slender fingers instead. Those were the fingers that had gripped my cock and stroked it so diligently.
“Those who are foolish only look at the finger when it points to the moon...”
My gaze drifted naturally to Vera’s red, plump lips. Her lips moved rapidly, and her soft voice read out sentences that made no sense to me. I hadn't yet touched those lustful lips of hers. What would it feel like if Vera sucked my cock? Just imagining it made me feel like I was going to cum.
The imagination continued to spiral, vividly painting a picture of Vera’s face covered in my semen. Following the trajectory of that thought, I first noticed her sharp nose. Above that, the shy mole under her left eye, then her long, dark eyelashes, and above that, her clear, blue eyes like jewels...
Ah, we made eye contact.
“Student, focus.”
Tap—
I was jolted out of my thoughts by a sharp strike. She had lightly tapped my head with her pen. I was the one who asked to learn, so what was I doing? Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to release my sexual frustration during the expedition, but every time I looked at Vera, I only had lewd thoughts.
“I apologize, Mother-in-law...”
“It’s Teacher.”
“Yes, Teacher...”
“Sigh...”
Vera sighed and pushed up her glasses with her finger. Round glasses without much refraction. They seemed to suit Vera’s round, gentle personality well.
“By the way, Teacher, did you always wear glasses?”
“These? I don’t wear them all the time, but my sister sent them to me, saying they’re good for eye health when reading. I only wear them occasionally when I read.”
Should I ask her to have sex with her glasses on later? It would be nice to have semen smeared across her glasses and face.
“Student, is the textbook too difficult?”
“Yes, there’s just too much I don’t know, so it’s hard to focus.”
“Phew, it’s also the teacher’s job to gauge the student’s capabilities. Everything up until now was just to assess your level. It seems we need special measures.”
Saying that, Vera stood up again and brought back a book filled with large letters and pictures.
“Student Edward, this one suits you better.”
