The Newlyweds and the Voyeur
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"No, it's just... I thought I should mention it..."
"No, I'm grateful you told me. Vera is one thing, but it's hard for me to know what Monica is thinking."
The fact that Winnie was telling me this was certainly helpful, even if it was only because of our agreement. It was something I had gained on the condition that I participate in her strange plan—the one where she intended to get Monica pregnant using artificial semen—and keep it a secret. As much as I helped Winnie, she would try even harder to be useful to me than to Monica. It was a relationship we could build precisely because we both knew what the other wanted and what their weaknesses were. I didn't particularly like the idea of an equal relationship, but that was something I could refine over time.
"Anyway, Monica is starting to feel that something is off. You should try to be a bit more natural."
"You want me to make her feel pain now? If I want to do that while keeping her a virgin, what, should I hit her or something?"
"Ugh, I don't want that..."
"Monica already has it in her head that sex isn't painful and that it just passes by in a blur. If something happens now that doesn't fit that experience, she'll only find it stranger."
"Then let's leave that as it is..."
Winnie pulled a long, green stick out of her pocket.
"Eat this."
"Eat? This stick?"
"It's not a stick, it's a vegetable. It's called asparagus... It's good for men, so here. Eat plenty."
"Why this, all of a sudden..."
Does Winnie want to have more sex with me? It seems the speed at which her aversion to men is fading is faster than I thought.
"I'm not doing this because I want to give it to you or because I'm thinking of you! I gave Monica something good for women, so I had to balance it out, that's all. And..."
"Yes, I'll take care of that for him separately in a moment. But why..."
Vera had a look of relief on her face. To Winnie, that expression didn't look like a mother-in-law, but a woman thinking of her husband.
"Sir Edward has looked a bit tired lately. It seems his exercise volume has decreased, and I can see that his stamina has dropped..."
"You seem to have a way of knowing... all those things."
"Oh, of course. After living for thirty years, there are a few things you just know by intuition, don't you? So please, make sure to take care of things that are good for men for Sir Edward."
It was a comment that sounded like she was worried about her son-in-law's stamina, but to Winnie, who knew about the relationship between Vera and me, it sounded completely different.
'No matter how I think about it, she sounds like she's saying Edward's sexual stamina has dropped compared to before.'
"Vera said that?"
"Exactly! She pushed me so hard that I brought what I had on hand first, but I'll make something proper later."
Now that I thought about it, the time I spent having sex with Vera had definitely decreased lately. We had been together every day for a few days after the wedding, but the number of times I ejaculated had gone down. Since I had gone from five or six times to two or three, it was natural that Vera would notice the difference. It seemed my beloved noble lady had a much stronger sex drive than I had thought. Whether it was once every two or three days for six times, or every day for three times, wasn't it the same thing when you did the math?
'It's also because of her.'
I could see her pale pink lips, moving busily, shrinking and expanding as she spoke. Those lips, a lighter shade than the pink mucosa inside her pussy, were different from Vera's. They both shared the trait of being lewd and obscene, but while Vera's dark, red lips were lips that invited kisses, Winnie's lips were...
'How are those any different from a pussy?'
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Hm?"
"Really, after Aunt Vera, what are you going to do if you're like this too?"
Winnie said, shooting me a glare with a prim voice. Perhaps because we had grown closer, she didn't draw out her words or sound as unconfident as she used to. Her voice, which I had once found as annoying as nagging, felt like a wonderful seasoning now that I thought of it as coming from a 'mouth-pussy.'
"I told you Aunt Vera doesn't seem to think about contraception at all. She says no, no, but ends up letting you finish inside. If she actually gets pregnant, it's over. I'm handling the contraception for now, but..."
"Hm? Contraception?"
"There are herbs used for contraception. You brew them into a tea as a form of post-coital contraception. I drink it, and I've been taking care of Aunt Vera too..."
Contraception was something I naturally had to pay attention to, but it was even more curious that Winnie knew about it. Unless she was spying on us having sex directly, how would she know that we said no, no, but ended up with internal ejaculation?
"But how do you know how Vera and I have sex?"
"Th-that's... it's obvious, isn't it?"
"Obvious?"
She was a virgin until recently, so how would she know what's obvious? She must have been watching us through some method. I looked around Winnie's room. Outside the window, the main castle of the Rystein Count, separated from the Melbourne Viscount's mansion, was visible. Whose room was that, the one I could see from here? Was it Vera's room? Did she see me and Vera through the window from here? The distance was no joke. I had opened the window and had sex a few times lately because it was a bit hot at night, but I didn't think Winnie's eyes were good enough to see this far. She wasn't one of those barbarians from the plains.
"I know your personality and Aunt Vera's personality well, so I just guessed and said that!"
I picked up the items on the windowsill one by one. This is a flowerpot, this is some book... and. Why is a cup here? When I looked inside the cup, instead of a solid, blocked bottom, I saw the carpet covering the floor. What is this? It didn't look like an empty cylinder. It was heavy, and it didn't seem like it was hollow inside. As I examined it, turning it this way and that, I saw Winnie stamping her feet in anxiety. This had to be the answer... but what on earth was it?
As I gently turned the tube, it suddenly expanded and grew longer. It turned into a cone shape, thin on one end and thick on the other. When I put my eye to the thin part of the tube, a new world unfolded.
"Wh-what is this!"
Everything in the world looked huge. No, to be precise, things far away looked close and large. If she had something like this...
When I aimed the tube toward Vera's room, the interior of the room came into view. Since the Melbourne mansion was on a hill, it seemed I could see clearly into Vera's room, which was at a bit of a height. I could see Vera, who was wearing glasses and enjoying a book.
"Hmm, as I thought."
Winnie was biting her nails, looking restless.
"Care to explain what this is?"
"No, that is..."
When I turned the handle, it shrank again and returned to the appearance of the cylinder from before.
"It's called a telescope... it literally makes things far away look clear..."
"So you've been peeping on my nights with Vera using this strange object?"
Winnie had a face that didn't know what to do, unable to even deny it.
"But can you hear sound with this too? How did you know we were talking?"
"Th-that was just my imagination... watching you do it..."
That was an imagination that could only be called perverted. She must have even known about the fact that Vera and I were meeting by watching Vera's room with this telescope. Since such a good excuse had come up, I felt I could tease her a few more times.
"This is confiscated."
I tucked the object called a telescope into my clothes. Winnie made a face as if she were about to cry.
"Do you know how long that took to make... it took a week just to grind the lenses..."
"That's none of my business."
She should have avoided getting caught in the first place. If Winnie had kept her mouth shut, she wouldn't have been discovered. It was because of her personality, wanting to be acknowledged without being obvious, that she had been caught like this.
"Can't I even look at that!"
They say the one who farts is the one who gets angry, and she was the one getting mad instead. Is it because Winnie is a girl, not a guy?
"It's your fault in the first place! You always do it with your mouth, and the main event is all with Aunt Vera!"
"Quiet, and if you want it back, you know what to do, right?"
When I told her to figure it out herself, Winnie knelt before me.