Everyday Afternoon
Having finished her afternoon lecture, Uriel returned to Ferzen's mansion—which had now become her own nest—and headed straight for the bathroom. The time was 3:20 p.m.
Splash!
"What are those two... doing right now?"
Soaking in the bathtub, Uriel glanced slyly at the maid who had followed her to attend to her needs.
"Madam is sleeping, and the master is sitting beside her, reading a book."
"......She's sleeping."
The moment she heard the maid's words, Uriel sensed her opportunity and hurriedly finished her bath before stepping out of the bathroom. She then made her way to Euphemia's bedroom, sent the trailing maid away, and carefully opened the door.
Creak.
"......"
But the first sight that greeted her beyond the door was Ferzen gently combing the sleeping Euphemia's hair and pressing a kiss to her pristine forehead.
"Don't you know to knock?"
As he pulled his lips away, he frowned slightly, as if scolding her.
"......Come out."
In response, Uriel forced her pouting lips back in and called out to Ferzen in a sharp tone.
"......"
At her bold demand, Ferzen glanced down at Euphemia.
I promised to be by her side when she wakes.
But...
She seemed to be sleeping deeply, so stepping away for a moment shouldn't matter.
With that judgment, Ferzen rose from the bed without so much as a creak and approached Uriel outside the door.
Click.
Uriel immediately shut the door behind him and spoke to Ferzen in a voice laced with faint jealousy.
"Me too......"
"......"
"Me too... do that to me... just like you did......"
Her childish demeanor was absurd yet oddly endearing, drawing a soft chuckle from Ferzen.
"D-don't laugh......!"
Feeling a surge of irritation, Uriel lifted her chin defiantly.
"Ah......"
But as Ferzen reached out, smoothed her damp black hair, and bestowed an affectionate kiss on her forehead...
The momentary resentment melted away so effortlessly that Uriel couldn't help but feel astonished at herself.
Is this how it is for a woman in love— so weak to a man?
"T-to my bedroom......"
"That would be......"
"I ate breakfast alone... and lunch alone too...... You promised no favoritism."
"Very well...... Let's go."
With Uriel clutching his necktie and glaring at him, Ferzen could tell refusal might lead to tears, so he accompanied her to her bedroom.
But once inside her room alone with Ferzen, Uriel suddenly didn't know what to do.
"W-what did you do?"
"That's a bit broad a question."
"W-with that woman...... what did you do?"
"Nothing at all."
He had promised to prioritize Euphemia but treat them equally...
Yet Ferzen intended to twist that slightly. Not giving each an A, but one an A and the other a B separately.
It was fair in its own way.
"......"
"Tell me what you want. If it's something I can grant right now, I will."
"......"
"I'm entrusting my time entirely to you now."
His unusually compliant demeanor left Uriel flustered.
It's like handing a bundle of gold coins to a commoner who doesn't know how to spend and telling her to use it all in a day.
First, her eyes fell on the bed, and she pushed Ferzen toward it.
"L-lie down......"
"As you wish."
Without resistance, Ferzen obediently lay down, propping his head on a pillow.
Creak!
Uriel slipped in beside him, wriggling into his embrace.
"H-hold me......"
Smooth.
His large hand stroked down her back, pulling her closer into his arms.
Surrounded by his scent up close, Uriel nuzzled her face against his chest.
Wishing even more for her own fragrance to seep deeply into his body...
"T-take off my clothes......"
She issued a mischievous command.
"......"
"Y-you said... you entrusted your time to me......"
"I said nothing."
Amused by her pleading, Ferzen reached out and slid down the straps of her dress.
A sweet, distinctive aroma bloomed as her ample breasts—fuller than Euphemia's—were revealed.
Uriel pressed not just her face but her entire body against him, rubbing lewdly.
If a passing cat or dog saw this, they might see their own heat projected onto her.
"Y-you know......"
"Yes."
"Your... s-sex fantasy... what is it......"
"......"
"I-I know you have one... m-men do, right......"
Having brought it up herself, Uriel panicked and clung tightly to Ferzen.
"I-I can fulfill it...... S-since that woman... can't have sex anyway......"
Can't have sex.
Uriel layered double meanings into it. Literally, unable due to pregnancy. And surely, her prim demeanor meant only vanilla sex.
Having been educated on men's psychology by courtesans in her youth, Uriel knew how vital sex was to married life.
"O-on your wedding night... y-you kept touching my ass......"
"......"
"I-if you want that hole... it's okay...... J-just tell me... I-I'll do an enema and come back......"
As she continued, Uriel's voice grew smaller.
"W-why aren't you saying anything......"
"What should I say? I'm at a loss."
"I-I'm offering first... d-don't pretend to be noble to the end......"
"It's not pretense... Enough about this."
"Y-you're saying that because you don't think it'll happen......?"
"......"
"I-I heard... j-just the tip... slips right in......"
"Uriel."
"D-don't keep... making me the weird one......"
"No, truly—I have no particularly unusual sexual tastes I can't speak of."
After brief self-reflection, Ferzen answered earnestly.
If he did... he'd have unleashed it on Laura, who lost her reason every full moon and whose weakness he firmly grasped.
Even if things went awry, he could expose her ties to the Genova family and wipe them out.
"If I had to pick one......"
A subtly sadistic inclination.
"Y-you... aren't exactly subtle about it......"
"......"
"N-never mind then......"
Wriggly. Uriel lowered her head, shifting in his arms.
They lay cozily like that for a while until Ferzen's erection—reacting to her scent—poked insistently at her stomach.
"......"
Uriel lifted her head slightly and met Ferzen's eyes.
"We're not doing it."
"......"
"Your waist must ache considerably from last night's wedding."
"That's......"
True enough.
Surprisingly...
It pleased her that he knew her body's state so well.
But she still wanted to join with him. In her fertile window, to receive his seed properly and bear his child.
And if possible, a daughter rather than a son.
A son would have to be sent to the Alfred family, beyond her and Ferzen's reach.
"It's fine...... I want to......"
"Don't push yourself."
"I'm not... Don't refuse. Your time is mine right now......"
Creak!
Uriel forced Ferzen's body upright and positioned him between her legs.
He looked down at her with a reluctant expression.
She extended her foot slyly, caressing his crotch.
He said he has a sadistic streak...
Gulp. Swallowing, Uriel opened her mouth.
"You don't... have to hold back... Y-your cock... feels small to me now......"
"......"
Ferzen's brow furrowed.
Likely at the vulgar word slipped in midway.
But it worked; he silently undressed, revealing his throbbing member, and roughly spread her legs.
Twitch!
Did she have a subtle masochistic side after all?
A strange sensation traveled from her ankle, gripped firmly in his large hand, making Uriel's body quiver faintly.
"Uriel."
"Y-yes......"
"Don't regret it."
"I-I won't......"
"I hope not."
With a mocking curl of his lip, he overlapped their bodies.
As always, his solidly built frame—uncharacteristic of a black mage.
The heavy weight pressing down on her slender, soft form made Uriel's breath catch for a moment.
She gripped his shoulders, trying to push him off gently for air...
But offering no reprieve, his hand slid down, confirmed her adequately wet folds, and nudged her panties aside.
"Ah......"
Though obscured by his firm body, the faint hot breath she felt...
Told her his monstrous cock was twitching fiercely before her entrance, like a snake poised to devour fleeing prey.
Squelch...!
As his glans carefully parted her flesh and delved in, Uriel drew a deep breath in preparation...
Thrust—!
"Kyah!"
Off-beat, Ferzen plunged in to the hilt in one go, their pubic bones clashing. Uriel let out a crude moan, legs kicking high and trembling.
Even if not rape, could sex feel like violence?
Like prey seized by a serpent in an instant, Ferzen's glans battered her cervix relentlessly. Tears welled in Uriel's eyes.
Yet she didn't struggle or push him away.
She wanted to monopolize this time alone—before Euphemia woke.
Her womb clung to his invading cock like a kiss, craving his seed.
Creak—!
The bed shook violently, the crude moans barely masking the racket, for a long while.