Newlywed Geum Taeyang! But Mother-in-Law, Your Daughter Sure Knows How to Shake Those Hips and Pound the Rice Cake??♥
“It’s a joyous occasion! A joyous occasion! The warrior couple who will shoulder the future of our tribe has been born! Their names are Geum Taeyang and Athena Barbara! Let the Gaia tribespeople enjoy the festival all night long, praying for the blessing of the Gaia Goddess upon these two on this blessed day!”
One week later, Geum Taeyang and Athena’s wedding was held. Normally it would have taken a full month of preparations, but the grand duel tournament had already provided most of what was needed, allowing the marriage to happen quickly. The wedding of the chieftain’s daughter was a grand affair for the entire Gaia Tribe—so grand that envoys from other tribes even attended.
That evening, after the ceremony, nearly everyone in the village gathered in the central square for the wedding feast. Gandalf, the tribe’s eldest priest, dressed in even more splendid robes than during the tournament and solemnly opened the festivities.
“Over here! More meat and drink for this table too!”
“Coming right up, hahaha!”
“Kuaaah~ I’m getting drunk! Blessings of the Gaia Goddess upon us!”
The festival quickly grew lively. Tribespeople spread mats all across the central square, feasting nonstop on the food and drink the Barbara clan had prepared, wishing for the tribe’s continued prosperity.
“Thank you, Yulau Bakara. Please tell Chief Venom Bakara that Conan Barbara has received his congratulatory message with great joy.”
“Once again, I sincerely congratulate you on your daughter’s marriage, Chief Conan. May the positive energy of today also strengthen the lasting friendship between our two tribes.”
Chief Conan, who had just married off his daughter, was busy throughout the feast. For him, even this joyous day was an extension of his duties as chieftain. In a clan-centered tribal society, the marriage of a chief’s child was an opportunity to confirm and solidify the tribe’s standing. As expected, envoys from the top ten Mohican tribes—including the Bakara and Tarka tribes—had come as guests. Conan was personally receiving each of them in the central tent.
“By the way, on my way here I happened to notice… quite a few striking outsiders have joined us, haven’t they?”
The Bakara Tribe, ruled by the son of the famous Red-Eyed Bakara—Conan’s old rival—was currently the largest among the Mohican tribes. While the Gaia Tribe had a total population of nine hundred, the Bakara Tribe numbered fifteen hundred. Their chief was Venom Bakara, and his deputy was his cousin, Yulau Bakara. True to his status as a guest from the largest tribe, Yulau had arrived latest. Spotting an interesting figure during his arrival, he now asked Conan in a lowered voice.
“Ah! You must be referring to Lady Nadia, the caravan master. Did you see her on your way here? She’s the kind of beauty you can’t forget once you’ve seen her! Hahaha! So even you know about her, Yulau?”
The person Yulau pointed out was Nadia Jasmine, the princess of the desert kingdom of Grace—the deadly red flower. Nadia had not left the Gaia Tribe even after the duel tournament ended. She had extended her stay by more than a week just to personally congratulate Geum Taeyang and Athena on their marriage.
“Of course I know her. I’ve heard she’s a noble merchant from the wealthy kingdom of Grace. Apparently most of the top ten Mohican tribes have already rushed to meet with her.”
Yulau nodded at Conan’s question.
“I also heard from our son-in-law that she hails from the Grace Kingdom. She’s even more impressive than I expected. But listening to you, it sounds like the Bakara Tribe hasn’t managed to arrange a meeting with Lady Nadia yet?”
“Yes, somehow it ended up that way.”
“Hah, how unexpected. She’s staying two more days, so I’ll ask her and try to arrange a meeting for you.”
“Thank you, Chief Conan.”
According to Yulau, among the top ten tribes there was one Nadia had yet to meet—and that tribe happened to be the largest of them all, the Bakara Tribe. Conan tilted his head in confusion but promised to act as a bridge between the brother tribes.
“Great Mother~ Great Mother~”
At that moment, outside the bustling central square, the excited voices of the tribe’s children calling for Great Mother Sophia could be heard.
“Look at my belly! I ate so much it’s sticking out like a basin!”
“Me too! Me too~!”
The children of the Gaia Tribe, thrilled by the festival, clung to Sophia—the person they loved second only to their parents—like little lambs, acting cute as she passed by.
“Oh my! Look how plump and healthy my precious little ones have gotten!”
“Heeheehee!”
Sophia’s response was perfectly natural. She was the Great Mother who adored the tribe’s children to the point of calling every single one of them her own.
“What am I going to do? I just finished baking cookies to feed my little ones. If your bellies are already this full, you won’t be able to taste any. What a waste.”
“Uwaaaah! No, Great Mother! We can still eat!”
“That’s right, give us cookies! We can’t usually have them!”
Sophia didn’t just dote on them—she also teased them playfully, sparking their imaginations. As she placed her hands on her hips and put on a troubled expression, the adorable children of the Gaia Tribe grew desperate for her cookies.
“Uwaaaah! Let’s go eat cookies!”
“I’m going to be first!”
“No, I’m first!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
“You’ll trip if you run like that. Slow down, children~ And don’t eat too much. Don’t forget to brush your teeth with Morty water, all right?”
“Yes, Great Mother! Heehee!”
Deciding the children had been teased enough, Sophia pointed them toward the tent where the cookies were ready. The children burst into happy laughter and rushed off in a herd.
“No matter how many times I see you, you’re truly beautiful, Lady Sophia.”
Just then, a voice called out from behind Sophia as she watched the children leave.
“Oh my! Lady Nadia! Are you enjoying the feast as well?”
It was none other than Nadia Jasmine.
“Yes. I’ve attended a few other Mohican festivals before, but this one feels the most harmonious. Even the expressions of the tribespeople gathered here are different.”
“Thank you for saying that, Lady Nadia.”
Nadia nodded with a smile and approached Sophia. At the same time, she glanced around, savoring the festive atmosphere. Receiving such a positive evaluation from the noble caravan master of a wealthy kingdom, Sophia responded with a bright smile. She had been worried that the barbarian festival might not suit someone who had grown up seeing only the finest things.
“Your beauty was already remarkable on ordinary days, but wearing a flower crown like this… I don’t think even the title of the most beautiful woman among the Mohican tribes would be an exaggeration.”
Standing face-to-face with Sophia, Nadia looked up at the woman who was a full ten centimeters taller than her, her eyes filled with admiration.
Sophia was wearing a flower crown. According to Mohican tradition, when a mother sends her daughter off to be married, she wears a flower crown together with her daughter. While the newlywed bride is busy spending her first night in the wedding tent, the mother wears the crown all day as a sign that she is taking care of the guests in her daughter’s stead. For that reason, Sophia wearing the flower crown looked every bit the goddess of beauty among the barbarians.
“Hearing such words from someone as beautiful as you, Lady Nadia, I don’t know what to do with myself…”
“I mean it. When it comes to talent and beauty, I never give compliments unless I truly mean them.”
“I… I see…”
Faced with the desert flower’s lavish praise of her appearance, Sophia—who normally paid little attention to her own looks—smiled shyly. But Nadia was firm. Just as Geum Taeyang had analyzed, she had grown up with nothing lacking; if she said something, it was the truth. She had no reason to care about others’ opinions, and her ego about speaking the truth was strong, so she simply said what she wanted without bothering to empathize with Sophia’s embarrassment.
“Thank you so much for everything, Lady Nadia. I’m grateful you stayed to congratulate my daughter and adopted son on their marriage, and even more so for forming this partnership with the Gaia Tribe under such generous terms. I heard other tribes offered even more diverse goods… but I’ll do my best to make the most of the opportunity you’ve given us.”
The two women continued their conversation in a corner where they had a clear view of the lively Gaia tribespeople. During the week of wedding preparations, the collaboration they had discussed had been formalized into an official contract.
“A merchant never does anything that would result in a loss. I was certain the Gaia Tribe would bring me more profit than the others, and I judged the contract terms to be fair, so I proposed them.”
Objectively speaking, the contract even included free investment from the Jasmine Caravan, making it an absolute windfall for the Gaia Tribe. Yet it was Nadia, the caravan master herself, who had offered it first—and she had done so with such cool confidence.
“A week ago, I witnessed the tremendous power of the Gaia Tribe. A power with far more room to grow than even larger tribes.”
“You’re referring to the proposal duel tournament?”
“That’s right. That event gave me such a strong impression that I decided to solidify our collaboration. I stayed to congratulate your two children on their marriage as well.”
“Ah…”
Nadia cited the duel between Geum Taeyang and Athena a week earlier as the reason for her decision. Of course, Sophia also knew that the unexpected result had caused an uproar throughout the tribe and even become a topic of conversation outside it. Still, she couldn’t quite grasp how that event would positively affect cooperation between the two communities.
“By the way, I happened to see you earlier giving your daughter quite a long lecture. If you don’t mind me asking, what was it about?”
This time it was Nadia who looked curious.
“Ah, my daughter doesn’t know much about men… I was worried whether she’d be able to handle her first night properly. So I stayed behind to give her a thorough explanation.”
In Sophia’s mind, her daughter Athena was a complete innocent who had frozen up in shock at the sight of Geum Taeyang’s erection during the massage. How could she not be worried? That was why she had taken an hour before the wedding tent to give her a detailed lesson.
“I see. So that’s what the advice was about. Hmm…”
Stroke… stroke…
Upon hearing Sophia’s answer, Nadia wore an enigmatic expression and gently touched her own chin.
“She’s a capable young woman. I’m sure she’ll do just fine. And Chief Geum Taeyang, now your son-in-law, is a man of tremendous leadership as well.”
“Yes… I trust Taeyang too. I mean, I trust my son-in-law…”
Nadia spoke with near-certain confidence that the first night would be a success. Yet the worry for her innocent daughter never left Sophia’s face. But contrary to Sophia’s concerns—
“Haaahhh! Hah! Hnnng! Hahhh!”
“You’re killing me, our bride Athena!”
Inside the wedding tent, lit by glowing spirit stones, the air was already filled with explicit moans of sex.
“Whoa! Whoa! Is this really a bride on her first night? This is what a first night looks like?”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Squish! Thrust!
The bride, Athena—the very flower of the wedding tent, the goddess of purity herself—was already showing bold, unrestrained passion from the very start. Even Geum Taeyang, her husband, couldn’t help blurting out his surprise.
“A bride riding on top of her husband’s hips and shaking them like that! Mother-in-law, you raised your daughter very well!”
“Haaahhh! Hnnng! Haaahhh! Hah! Khaaahhh!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust-thrust-thrust! Pound! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
The reason was simple: Athena, still wearing the pure-white flower crown that symbolized a Mohican bride, had mounted Geum Taeyang and was pounding away in cowgirl position like a beast in heat.
“You were so worried earlier, giving her all those lectures… I wonder if Mother-in-law even knows her daughter is this much of a slut when it comes to sex?”
“Haaahhh! Hnnng! Haaahhh! Sh-shut up! Haaahhh! Don’t say things like that! Haaahhh!”
Squish! Squish! Thrust! Thrust! Squish! Thrust! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
The new bride Athena was devouring her husband’s cock with terrifying intensity. As if determined to drown out her husband’s teasing with the wet, rhythmic sound of her hips slamming down, her rice-cake-pounding thrusts shook with the same vigorous rhythm as a millstone pounding mochi before the harvest festival.