Chapter 18. Newlyweds (2)
Chapter 18. Newlyweds (2)
When I lived in the Kargon Barony.
I had no intention of leaving behind a second generation.
Because I didn't want to pass on the miserable life of a serf to my children.
But now it's different.
Every day was enjoyable.
I started thinking I wanted to pass on this kind of life to my kids too.
Of course, there's no guarantee I can live like this forever..
Helen was moved.
She stroked her still-flat belly.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Thank you, honey.."
She said that and hugged me.
"Are you happy living as my wife?"
"Of course!"
Helen nodded vigorously.
To the point where I worried she'd strain her neck.
"But from now on.."
"I know all about it. From now on, you'll be intimate with lots of other women.."
Helen's voice sank softly.
Her always-bright face.
A shadow fell over it.
"But I've already prepared myself."
Helen swallowed hard, gulp, and continued.
"I won't get jealous in an ugly way. After all, I knew what I was getting into from the start."
I'd already confessed everything to Helen.
That I'm different from a regular mage.
"You learn magic through sleeping with women. So if I tried to monopolize you, it would end your life as a mage."
So I won't interfere.
I'll just quietly support you from the home front and help you grow as a mage.
Is there another woman this thoughtful?
I hugged Helen tightly, as if she might break.
I buried my nose in her neck and inhaled her scent.
A faint body odor wafted up.
Mixed with the moderate spritz of perfume.
A sudden surge of desire.
I licked and sucked at Helen's neck for a moment.
Then I scooped her up princess-style and carried her to the bed.
"Honey.."
The shadow vanished from Helen's face.
I skillfully stripped off her clothes.
Soon, her healthily tanned skin was revealed.
Helen's hands moved busily too.
She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.
My already rock-hard cock sprang out with a slosh.
We tangled together on the bed.
A whirlwind of ecstasy.
In an instant, the cabin filled with the woman's sweet, lascivious moans.
The finish was, as always, a creampie.
Since she's already pregnant, there's no risk of pregnancy.
It was a paradoxical truth.
I put on thick clothes and stepped outside.
The forest in midwinter.
The cabin was warm inside.
But as soon as I opened the door and went out, my whole body shivered.
"The more it gets like this, the more you need to move your body."
Helen said that and started running.
The now-unrecognizably grown Bruno followed behind her, and I ran too, not to be outdone.
The three of us circled around the cabin.
Helen seemed the most excited.
You could tell just from watching her long legs stretch out ahead as she ran.
After physical training ended.
I practiced magic.
I didn't know when I'd reunite with Lieselotte, so I had to steadily review what I'd learned.
"Fireball."
A spark formed at the tip of my staff.
It spun around, growing in size, then flew toward the target.
The speed was much faster than before.
Of course, I still had a long way to go to catch up to Lieselotte.
But the more I practiced, the faster it got.
I checked the target's condition.
It was scorched here and there, looking unsightly.
Helen trotted over to my side.
She tilted her head and looked up at me.
"Shall I make you a proper target?"
"Huh? How?"
"For all you know, I can work with iron."
It turns out.
Bruno had taught her.
This was a deep mountain valley.
Things like arrowheads or hunting knives—you had to know how to fix them yourself.
You could take them to the city for repairs.
But that was a hassle.
It was much better to handle minor fixes yourself.
There was a forge in the workshop.
Plenty of coal too.
I'd overlooked it amid the clutter before, but there was even an anvil set up.
Helen put on a leather apron.
She looked just like a blacksmith.
I crossed my arms and shook my head.
Helen cocked her head to the side.
"Why?"
"Didn't I say you always have to be naked under the apron?"
"Ah.. Sorry!"
Helen bowed deeply.
She quickly stripped off what she was wearing, then put the leather apron back on.
She even put on safety shoes.
If a heavy piece of iron fell on your foot.
You could get seriously hurt.
I admired Helen's back view with a pleased expression.
"Good."
"Um.. honey? Could you light the forge for me?"
No problem.
What's so great about being a mage?
I immediately used Fire Magic to ignite the forge.
Blazing flames fueled by coal.
Helen used the bellows to crank up the temperature.
Then she put in a lump of iron and waited for it to glow red-hot.
I quietly stared at the fire.
Then I started kneading Helen's ass.
Like kneading dough.
Her butt muscles, firm from years of training and full of spring, stuck perfectly to my palm.
"Honey.."
Helen wiggled her hips side to side.
Like she was sulking.
Whatever.
My hands didn't stop.
"Enough now.."
Only when my fingers tried to delve into the crevice did she finally protest.
I obediently backed off.
Forging was dangerous.
If I kept teasing her from the side.
Helen might get seriously hurt.
The work began in earnest.
Helen brought the red-hot iron lump to the anvil with tongs.
Then hammered it down with all her might.
Kwaang! Kwaang!
The sound of metal clashing was no joke.
My ears rang.
The heat was intense too.
It felt like all the moisture in my body was drying up.
Just watching.
Somehow it looked fun.
So I stared blankly for a good while.
The iron lump gradually flattened out.
Transforming into a broad iron plate.
Amazing skill.
"You're making an iron target?"
"Yup!"
Helen winked and smiled.
For some reason, my heart swelled.
If Anna was a flower in a greenhouse, Helen was a warrior forging her own destiny.
She was admirable and cool.
"Might as well fix the horseshoes while we're at it."
Helen shoved the hammered plate back into the forge, then stepped out of the workshop.
She headed to the stable.
The packhorse stared at us with dumb eyes.
Helen removed the horseshoe from the packhorse.
What if it kicked her in the hoof?
But my worry was unfounded.
The packhorse behaved with eerie docility.
As soon as she removed the shoe.
She pulled a knife from her apron pocket and started trimming the hoof.
Before reincarnating into this world.
Back when I lived in South Korea.
I'd often watched videos on NerTube of hoof trimming.
Watching made me feel good for no reason.
Who knew I'd see it for real.
The scraping sound was pretty nice.
Helen skillfully finished trimming the hoof.
Then took the removed horseshoe back to the workshop.
She heated the horseshoe in the fire.
Hammered it to reshape the warped form.
She could get hired at a smithy right away, no problem.
The repaired horseshoe went back onto the hoof.
The packhorse neighed hiiing in satisfaction.
She was great at hunting.
Great at forging.
Great at archery.
And even masterful in bed.
Helen was a true jack-of-all-trades.
Today too, we made love until dawn.
Helen was utterly exhausted.
As soon as she lay on the bed.
Her eyes caught the sausages hanging thickly from the ceiling.
Ones Helen and I had made together.
No matter how much I ate, I never got tired of them.
Grilled, delicious.
Sliced raw, not bad either.
Thanks to Helen's cooking skills.
"Do you know the way to Yohvin?"
When I suddenly asked,
"Yeah, I know it roughly."
Helen answered in a weak voice.
It wasn't just from the nonstop sex.
Probably because she wasn't confident.
That wouldn't do.
Getting lost in the mountains would be a disaster.
This wasn't the modern world.
No calling for rescue on a cellphone.
You could lose your sense of direction.
Or go in circles until your stamina ran out.
If you ran into a wolf pack in that situation.
It'd be game over.
My mana pool had grown a lot.
But that didn't mean it was infinite.
I needed a map.
But where to get one?
Maybe.. there was one somewhere in this cabin.
I had to search anyway.
Might find emergency funds Bruno had stashed.
I'd roughly sorted my thoughts.
As I was about to close my eyes.
"Honey?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Doesn't my skin look better these days?"
Still lying down, I just turned my head sideways.
Helen's face came into view.
Tawny skin.
Pale skin was nice too.
But this healthy glow wasn't bad either.
And yeah, really.
Her skin was so smooth.
I pinched it lightly with my hand.
It stuck back amazingly well.
Not a single blemish.
So sleek it felt like silicone.
Her skin had definitely improved a lot.
Like she'd been to a dermatologist or something.
I glanced downward.
Neck and collarbone.
Breasts too, scanning with my eyes.
Insanely good skin.
When did it get this good?
And why hadn't I noticed?
"Mind showing me your back for a sec?"
"Huh? Sure!"
Helen turned her body the other way.
Her back, covered in whip scars, came into view.
The scars were still there.
But looking closely.
They seemed a bit fainter than before.
Maybe it was the effect of my semen?
I'd creampied Helen's pussy plenty, and even shot loads on her tongue.
Absorbed through the vaginal walls, of course.
And she'd swallowed a lot too.
That intake wasn't trivial.
Did a mage's semen have healing properties?
Maybe.
I wanted to ask Lieselotte..
If it's hard to meet her.
It wouldn't be bad to go to Yohvin and ask another mage directly.
One more reason to head to Yohvin.
"The scars really faded?"
"Yeah. For real."
I wanted to take a photo and show her.
But no cameras in this medieval world.
Helen snuggled back into my arms.
She kissed my chest a few times.
Then fell asleep first.
"Fuu.."
I took a deep breath to steady my mana.
Aimed my staff at the iron target.
Visualized fire in my mind.
Not just any fire.
Sticky fire.
Like napalm.
Fire that doesn't go out, clings to skin, and voraciously burns it away.
"Fireball."
With the incantation.
A fireball formed at the staff tip.
Devouring oxygen.
It ballooned in size in the blink of an eye.
Intensely hot.
My hand gripping the staff tingled.
But I had to endure.
*Whoom.
The fireball flew toward the target.
Pretty fast.
Not quite pitcher velocity..
I swallowed dryly and glared at the target.
Would it really turn out sticky like I wanted?