The Wedding Night (1)
Ding- dong-
With the loud tolling of bells and the applause of the guests, Edward and Monica shared a kiss. As Vera watched the two of them, someone approached her.
“You must be happy, Lady Rystein.”
“Oh, Viscountess Melbourne.”
She wasn't wearing the black trousers and drab robes she usually favored. Winnie was dressed in an outfit that was uncharacteristically revealing, emphasizing a neat yet feminine charm. Vera didn't recall her dressing like that earlier in the day, so she felt proud that the girl had put in the effort for her friend’s wedding.
“Where have you been? You’ve only just arrived.”
“…I had some things to prepare.”
Vera pulled Winnie into a tight embrace. As the only friend of her one and only daughter, Winnie was like a daughter to Vera as well. She could see the guests approaching Monica, shaking her hand one by one.
“I’m sorry that Monica is getting married first. I’ll find you a good match soon, so please, just wait a little longer.”
“Ahaha, i-it’s fine…”
“Don’t say that. You’re dressed so beautifully today; if there’s a handsome man among the guests, try to seduce him.”
“I’m not really interested in men…”
“Still, it’s better to have a partner in life.”
Winnie showed her refusal with a troubled expression. It was an awkward situation for her to answer. She couldn't exactly reveal her true preferences. Even if she did, considering how she spent her time tasting and licking cocks lately, she wasn't even sure she could confidently say she liked women.
*‘Doesn’t Lady Rystein want to remarry?’*
The words rose to her throat, but she swallowed them, thinking it would make things incredibly uncomfortable. Vera would surely be troubled by the thought of Edward, and given her own personality, Winnie felt she wouldn't be able to hide that she knew about their secret. Watching Monica smiling as if she were in a good mood and Edward laughing awkwardly, Winnie spoke.
“Our family doesn't traditionally take husbands. Unless it’s to conceive an heir, I don’t think I’ll ever marry…”
“I had always wondered about that. I clearly saw your mother, the former Viscountess Melbourne, with a growing belly, so why was it that she never married…”
*‘That’s because she received the seed of a man she couldn’t marry.’*
This was the source of the guilt Winnie felt toward Vera. It wasn't a sin Winnie herself had committed, but a wrong committed by her mother—or rather, a tradition passed down through her family for generations.
“It’s because her personality didn't suit that sort of thing. She has a wandering spirit; even now, she isn't here.”
“I suppose so. If she were here, it would have been a great help to the estate…”
Just then, a voice calling for Winnie interrupted them.
“Viscountess Melbourne! You must come to catch the bouquet!”
“M-me?”
“Countess Rystein specifically requested it. She said she really wanted her dear friend, Viscountess Melbourne, to catch it…”
Winnie felt like she was being teased, but Monica didn't know anything. It couldn't have been her intention.
“Come quickly, Viscountess Winnie Melbourne.”
“I’m coming now, Countess.”
“I’m going to throw it now, so just catch it right there.”
“W-wait, not yet!”
Monica gave a mischievous smile, turned around, and tossed the bouquet over her head. Winnie ran quickly to catch it, but she couldn't find her balance and missed the flowers. The bouquet bounced off Winnie’s hands, flew back into the air, and landed—
“Oh?”
Right in Vera’s arms.
After the wedding reception and dinner concluded, I was left alone with Monica. We headed toward the room that served as both the estate’s office and our bedchamber. It was, after all, where the largest bed in the territory was kept.
I kissed Monica, carefully removing her clothes one by one, and touched her breasts and buttocks. She had a decent figure, but having already tasted Vera’s body, it felt lacking. I would have preferred if she had distinct features like Winnie. At this rate, Monica was nothing more than a watered-down version of Vera.
Monica sat quietly, not rejecting my touch. Naturally, the image of her before the regression overlapped with the present. It was our first night, and it was the first time for both of us. Back then, Monica had made a scene, complaining that it hurt and that I was terrible at it, cursing me out. But this time was different. I had the skills, experience, and a rejuvenated body. At this level, I could make someone like Monica faint without even needing to penetrate her.
“Hmph, you seem to have been with quite a few women, contrary to your looks?”
“Not at all. Today is my first time.”
“Hmm…”
Monica let out a moan, as if she didn't dislike it. My hand, having removed her skirt, was touching her pussy through her panties. As I naturally caressed her breasts with my mouth and rubbed between her legs, I could feel her panties slowly becoming damp.
But it was too early to insert. I laid Monica down on the bed and licked my way down. As my tongue passed over her cleavage and navel, reaching the clitoris inside her panties, Monica flinched. I massaged the hollow valley behind her back—her erogenous zone—and pulled off her panties to lick her pussy directly.
“Hnnn…”
As my saliva mixed with her arousal, making her tightly closed pussy slightly damp, I inserted my middle finger. I gently scraped the folds inside her warm, wet pussy with my finger, stimulating the key points I had taught Winnie. How many times had I poked her? It didn't take long before Monica, overwhelmed by a fresh pleasure she had never felt before, shuddered at the waist and sprayed her fluids. It had taken me seven years to figure this out. Perhaps because it was the same anatomy, the effect was certain.
“Hah… hah… what is this…”
Monica was still struggling to keep her senses. After I poked her pussy with my finger to bring her to climax three more times, Monica collapsed onto the bed, her waist arched so far it looked painful. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her soft breathing; she seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion. It ended before my cock could reach an unbearable state of erection.
“Whew… finally done.”
Monica had been more exhausted than I thought, so the “mandatory defense battle” ended earlier than expected. For me, not having to penetrate her and saving time was a good thing. I took out the medicine bottle Winnie had given me from my pocket. I melted the wax seal over a candle and opened the lid.
“Ugh, smells strange.”
What Winnie had given me was artificial semen she claimed to have made herself. It had a pungent, unpleasant odor—a strange smell that was different from real semen—and when I dropped a single bead onto Monica’s pussy, it was a pale, watery color, much thinner than the real thing.
“Well, none of my business.”
What Winnie had asked of me was to spray this concoction inside Monica’s vagina. She had begged me not to penetrate her so she could keep her virginity, and to insert this without Monica ever finding out. Since I got to boss Winnie around in exchange, it was a complete win for me.
I spread Monica’s pussy wide with my thumb and index finger. Inside the vaginal wall, past the hole where my finger had been, I could see the hymen blocking the entrance. After aiming the mouth of the bottle carefully, I pushed it inside and inserted the nozzle into the opening. As I tilted the bottle, I heard the *gurgle-gurgle* sound of the contents flowing in.
*Pop-*
I tucked the bottle—the only piece of evidence—back into my pocket and covered Monica with a warm blanket so she wouldn't catch a cold. After tidying everything up neatly, I quietly opened the bedroom door, and Winnie was waiting there.
“Did you do as promised?”
“Of course. I stuck it right in her pussy and poured the contents in.”
As I handed her the empty bottle, Winnie sniffed the nozzle.
“This is… the scent of Monica’s place…”
She sniffed it repeatedly and even touched it with her tongue. *Ugh, that much?*
“The real pussy is right behind you, why not just smell the real thing?”
“W-what? N-no way.”
Winnie regained her composure and tucked the bottle away.
“So, what exactly did you make that stuff out of?”
“T-that’s a trade secret.”
Seeing her desperately try to change the subject without revealing the truth, I figured she hadn't put anything particularly wholesome in there. Still, it was for the Monica she loved, so she wouldn't have put anything harmful in, right? It would be a problem if Monica died early. Regardless of what anyone said, she was a woman who handled troublesome matters very well.
“Now, shall I receive what was promised?”
“H-here?”
There was something I was supposed to receive from Winnie in exchange for putting the semen in Monica’s pussy. Winnie still seemed to have a resistance to men, so it didn't seem right for me to force a relationship. It would have been fine if she offered to do it herself like she did earlier today, but when I demanded it, it was like this—as a transaction.
“Is there a reason we have to do it outside? Do you have a rather open-minded preference?”
“No, I’m not a pervert. It’s just… if we do it here, Monica might wake up…”
I was reminded of a noblewoman who liked having sex outdoors. I decided I’d only do it with Winnie once or twice before going to find Vera. I pulled out my fully aroused cock in front of Winnie. My cock, which had been growing larger due to the womanly scent radiating from Monica’s body, was now fully erect at the sight of Winnie looking at the bottle with an obscene expression.
“Just be quiet so she doesn't wake up.”
“…Can’t we just go to my room…?”
“No, I can’t wait that long.”
It was a chance to fuck Winnie right in front of Monica; I couldn't miss this.
“Suck it.”
