The Inspection of the Weapon
It felt as if a lightning bolt had struck my brain. Because Edward’s cock had suddenly burrowed deep inside her, Vera couldn't stop her body from trembling. Feeling her muscles contract from the sheer tension, she found herself unable to steady her own frame.
“Take a slow breath. Relax your body.”
His forearms held her tight, pulling her into a crushing embrace. As her face pressed against Edward’s solid chest, Vera found herself naturally wanting to lean into that dependable warmth. She couldn't even remember the last time she had felt comfortable enough to rely on someone like this. She had never even seen the face of the father she might have leaned on as a child. The Rystein household, where she had been sent as if sold into marriage, had offered no one to lean on, either. Her husband had been indifferent to her, and the servants who followed her, along with young Monica, were people she had to lead and nurture as a noblewoman and a mother.
“Can you breathe? Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, I’m fine…”
Vera had always been the one in the position of caretaker. The realization that there was someone to look after her was strange, yet it felt pleasant. No, she shouldn't think like this. She steeled her heart, reminding herself that she and Edward must not have a relationship like this.
“How could you just shove it in like that?”
“When did I?”
Vera seemed to expect me to apologize, but she looked flustered instead when I responded with such confidence.
“I was trying to pull it out, but you kept moving your waist to stop me. You were the one interfering so I couldn't escape.”
“I told you, I was helping you! And besides, I didn't put it in—you were the one who pulled it in. You let me taste such a lewd pussy, and now you’re telling me to hold back?”
“Even so, to just shove something that big all the way in like that…”
“I’ll apologize for that part. But didn't it feel good?”
Vera, who had been looking up at me, turned her head away. She might have been able to hide her flushed face by turning, but her burning ears were still clearly visible.
“…How can you call your teacher by her name? You were using formal language with ‘-sumnida’ and ‘-seumnida’ before, but now you’ve switched to such an impudent tone.”
“Hmm, my apologies.”
“…It’s not that I hate it.”
“Then, may I move?”
“I never gave you permission to move. And you can speak casually to me.”
“Then, did you give me permission to put it in?”
“You’ve already put it in…”
And so, Vera and I sat there for a while, locked in an embrace with our cock and pussy still joined. Before I knew it, Vera had wrapped her arms around my back, though she kept her face hidden, refusing to let me see it. Perhaps she was embarrassed, or perhaps she just didn't want to look at my face. It was then that Vera suddenly spoke up.
“It still hurts a little, so don't move.”
“Yes.”
“…You know this is something we shouldn't be doing, right? No, it’s something we cannot do.”
“I like you, Vera. Not Monica, but you, Vera.”
“No matter how much you say that, I cannot accept those feelings,” Vera said, her tone feigning firmness. “Edward, you must become Monica’s husband. That was the original plan, and the wedding preparations are almost finished.”
The words that followed were the same things she had said many times before. And because I had heard them so often, it was a sentiment I couldn't accept—or rather, one I didn't want to accept. It felt like being nagged. Though, to be fair, no one had ever cared enough about me to nag me before.
“…So, *huff*, between a mother-in-law and a son-in-law, *huff*, this shouldn't be happening… Really, I told you not to move.”
“I didn't move.”
“Are you going to keep lying?”
“It’s not that I moved; my cock is just twitching to the rhythm of my heartbeat. It’s a bit large…”
“Hmm…”
In truth, I had thrust my hips on purpose as an act of defiance, but Vera seemed to accept the excuse.
“So, does it not hurt anymore? Can I move now?”
“Were you even listening to a word I said…”
“I heard every word. That’s why I’m saying you only need to marry Monica.”
“If you know that, why do you keep…”
“There’s a saying that dating and marriage are separate things, isn't there? Let’s just say I’ll marry Monica, and I’ll date our beautiful Vera-nuna.”
“Are you saying you’ll treat me like a mistress?”
“Mistress or not, since we’re doing this in secret, I suppose we could call each other lovers.”
“…”
Seeing that she wasn't even letting out moans between her words anymore, she seemed to have completely adapted. My cock felt like it was going to burst, or perhaps my erection would fade. I had to settle things with Vera before that happened. I pulled her into a tight hug, feeling the pleasant sensation of her soft breasts pressed against my body.
“Let me rub my cock against your pussy.”
“No…”
“You said you’d give it to me as a reward earlier. Stopping halfway through has only made things more difficult.”
“I’ll do it for you without putting it in, just pulled out.”
“You’re going to pull it out after letting me feel such a pussy? This is my first time, you know. I have my own innocence, and if you just let my first time fizzle out like this…”
“Th-that’s not what I meant. But really, you can’t…”
Since I had only had sex before the regression, physically, it was indeed my first time. I had been a virgin at the moment of my regression, after all.
“We’re already belly-to-belly, and I’ve already put it in, so what’s the harm in rubbing a little?”
“What if you ejaculate inside and I get pregnant?”
Hmm, I had already ejaculated inside once earlier. She must not have felt it because her pussy had cramped up. Should I tell her? “Of course, you had your monthly cycle a little while ago, but if by any chance a child were to be conceived, it would be incredibly troublesome…”
Then I guess I don't need to tell her. No need to scare her for no reason. Feeling a bit mischievous, I gave my hips a slight thrust.
“Hiiit!”
*Splat—* Vera let out a high-pitched sound as she swayed up and down. Perhaps due to the fluids flowing from her pussy, there was a wet, splashing sound as our flesh collided at the joined point.
“It feels this good, and you’re still not going to do it?”
“It doesn't feel good.”
“It’s so wet it’s making splashing sounds, are you really going to lie to me, Nuna?”
“Hut…”
*Splat, splat.* I slowly rocked my hips. Whether it was for the pleasure or to keep her balance in the swaying position, Vera was gripping my back tightly. Perhaps because she kept her nails neatly trimmed, they didn't dig into my skin.
“Wait, huff, then let’s do it like this.”
At Vera’s shout, I stopped moving. As if she had a truly brilliant idea, Vera lifted her head from my chest to meet my eyes. Her face was still red with embarrassment, but her eyes, sparkling as if she had found the answer, were beautiful.
“Ed, your, um, thing is abnormally large and your sexual desire is intense, isn't it? It’s almost like a weapon. If you were to have marital relations with Monica, it could be dangerous for her, right?”
“Th… that’s true, I suppose?”
It was certainly true. Monica had been terrified and ran away the first time she saw my cock a year after we married, and it took her a whole year to let me put it in, during which she beat me, saying I should hurt as much as she did. It had taken two years to reach the first insertion.
“So, I have no choice but to test whether Edward’s weapon is dangerous or not. I will be the one to judge whether it is a weapon that harms people or not.”
“By having sex with your pussy directly?”
“This isn't sex! It’s just a safety inspection!”
It was an excuse I never could have imagined. So, because of this reason, it doesn't count as having sex? It would be nice if I could just have sex without worrying about such things. Still, let’s find significance in the fact that she agreed to the act for now.
“Then, I shall begin. Please judge accurately.”
“Yes! It’s, it’s for my daughter’s sake!”
The next morning, I was summoned to the Lord’s office. Viscountess Winnie Melbourne had called for me. She was a woman who usually did her work half-heartedly because she found it bothersome, so why had she called me? Whether before or after the regression, she was a person I had little contact with, which made it even harder to guess.
*Knock, knock.*
“Please, enter.”
When I opened the door and entered, I saw the Viscountess, who looked strangely agitated compared to last time. What could it be?
“I heard you called for me.”
“That’s right, I called for you. I have something to reveal regarding your trashy behavior.”
“Trashy behavior…?”
What behavior? “Yes, trashy! How could you do such an immoral thing!”
The word ‘immoral’ caught my attention, but there was no need to show it first.
“I’m not sure what you mean…”
“I know everything you did last night, and the night before! Tell me the truth! Not that I’ll go easy on you if you do!”
If she wasn't going to go easy on me, why tell me to be honest? As I shrugged and held out my palms as if I didn't know, the Viscountess shouted in excitement.
“I saw everything you did with Lady Vera Rystein in that room! Don't you dare try to deny it!”
“You saw inside my room? What kind of nonsense…”
“I have my ways! Honestly admit it and break off your engagement with Monica, you trash! If you don't, I’ll expose everything!”
Hmm, she’s a very flustering woman. Suddenly asking for a broken engagement—I had promised otherwise last night, so that wouldn't do. Still, I felt like I could use this woman for something.