Chapter 6
“I aired it out all day….”
With his face bright red, Acard avoided my reproachful gaze and timidly began explaining himself.
“….”
Even after airing it out all day, it still smelled this strongly of sex?
Judging by the fact that the bedroom window was still blatantly open, it didn't seem like he was lying.
Then that must mean this pungent scent was the lingering trace of their indescribably carnal intercourse, soaked into the bed for a very long time.
“…Sniff sniff.”
As I clutched the blanket wrapped cozily around me and brought it to my nose to sniff, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
…They didn't wash this, did they?
No matter how strong the smell of semen and vaginal fluids was, washing the blanket and bedsheets should have removed most of it…?
“Excuse me….”
“Yes?”
“How long has it been since these bedsheets and this blanket were washed?”
“……”
What?
Why isn't he answering?
“…About seven months.”
“Ah.”
….
“…Ms. Ria! Getting up now will be bad for your recovery!!”
So he had laid me down on a bed covered in seven months' worth of stale semen and vaginal fluids so he could nurse me?
I thought hearing the grand saga of how he'd built his harem had made me like him a little as a person, but in an instant my opinion of him plunged through the floor and all the way down beneath it.
“Don't stop me. I'm going back to the church….”
Staying in a place like this made me feel like I was going to get pregnant from the smell of semen, so I sprang up and took one step.
Perhaps because I'd lost so much blood, anemia hit me, the world turned black, and I blacked out.
“…Look out!!”
…Damn, I need to get out of here.
I have no reason to stay here anymore.
In the end, my escape failed, and just before I sprawled flat on the floor, Acard caught me and laid me back on the bed exuding that intoxicating smell.
“…Send me home. …Or at least change the bedding….”
As soon as my blackened vision gradually returned to normal, I whined at Acard, who had been watching me worriedly.
“…I'll change the bedding as soon as Karina gets here.”
“…You change it. You patriarchal bastard….”
“If I leave, it'll be difficult to deal with an emergency….”
“Shut up and go….”
“Yes, sir….”
At my urging—I absolutely refused to stay with this bedding even if it killed me—Acard got up awkwardly and left the bedroom.
“If you have fresh bedding, you should change it….”
Watching Acard's back, I pondered through my anemia why he hadn't changed the bedding all this time when he had fresh bedding, even if he wasn't the sharpest person around.
Was it because he had no money? That couldn't be it, considering how enormous the mansion was.
Was he too lazy to do laundry? That was fairly likely, but with three wives, it seemed less probable.
Then the last possibility was….
Maybe he had deliberately left it unchanged so he could enjoy the smell.
Apparently, some people liked the smell of bodily fluids wafting from bedding immediately after sex….
If that was the case, then….
“…Sigh.”
Thinking that must be how this household did things, I stared blankly at the ceiling.
I also kept in mind that asking Acard, my benefactor who had saved me as I lay dying, to do this and that was rude.
Creak—.
Before long, the bedroom door opened, and Acard appeared carrying fresh, fluffy bedding.
“Excuse me for a moment…!”
“…Hey, hey!! Put me down!”
Acard approached me as I lay on the bed to change the bedding, then lifted me by supporting my butt with one hand and carried me like a princess.
“Agh…! Eek…!”
Startled, I struggled, but because being held with one arm left me off-balance, I ultimately clung tightly to Acard's neck rather than risk falling.
I could feel my unnecessarily voluptuous breasts being firmly crushed against Acard's solid chest.
“…I'll change it quickly.”
…Ah, this is driving me crazy.
Why did the situation keep turning into a romantic comedy?
…….
After he swiftly changed the bedding and laid me down on the bed like a princess again, I became mute as if I'd swallowed honey.
It wasn't only because Acard had touched my body without permission while changing the bedding; the smell of the fresh bedding was worse than I'd expected.
“…I'm sorry.”
As I sat adorably sunk into the bed with a sullen expression, Acard, who had been peeking at me like a guilty puppy, apologized.
….”
I had no intention of responding, so I stayed silent for a while, then
“…Thank you for changing it….”
Realizing I'd slipped into informal speech again, I switched to polite speech to express my thanks.
…Whatever the smell, he had changed it, so I had to thank him.
Having touched my body was unpleasant, but he didn't seem to have had any ulterior motive.
Thus, as if to say I didn't want to continue the conversation, I turned my back on Acard, hugged the soft blanket, and fell asleep.
I should hurry back to the church as soon as my head recovered.
Roxanna must be throwing a huge fit, sobbing that her big sister had disappeared….
….
“…Ria, wake up.”
“Mmm….”
“Eat dinner.”
When I opened my eyes to a warm, motherly voice, a pair of full breasts and a beautiful valley violently filled my entire field of vision.
“…Ms. Vika?”
Seeing the gyaru-style outfit and dark skin, I figured it was Vika, so I raised my head and shifted my gaze.
“Here, it's the meat porridge Mira made.”
I saw Vika's gyaru-like smile as she held a small table topped with food made by Mira.
“…Wow.”
“Doesn't it look delicious?”
I had spent two months eating nothing but bread and weeds, without so much as a bite of meat, so the moment I saw the generous spread, I marveled and began drooling.
From the meat porridge's aggressively meaty appearance, with far more meat than rice, to the flower tea that soothed the heart just by looking at it.
I sat up and bowed my head as I watched the table being brought over.
“…Thank you.”
“No need, don't worry about it~.”
Watching the dark-elf gyaru Vika smile so genuinely made me feel as though all my pain had vanished.
…Ah, so this is the kind of woman I like.
Even if she usually acted brash and seemed ill-tempered, she was actually a truly kind and gentle woman, as motherly as could be.
Beyond realizing my taste in appearance, today I had finally discovered that I had a preference in personality I hadn't even known about.
“…Hehehe.”
“…?”
My first love as a woman had begun, and I smiled foolishly and beatifically at Vika.
“It's hot, so eat carefully~.”
“Yes….”
I tucked Vika's warning away in my heart with a dazed smile and picked up the spoon.
“Hoo… hoo…, slurp….”
The moment I carefully scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge and took a bite.
“Hot!”
…I burned myself immediately.
No, why is it this hot even after I blew on it to cool it?
At least serve food at a temperature humans can eat; if it doesn't cool down even when you blow on it, it's basically lava!
“…! Are you okay?!”
Vika's startled voice reached me as she watched from beside me with a worried expression, wondering whether I was eating properly.
“Ah, no! I'm fine!”
I decided that as a man, I couldn't allow myself to show weakness in front of the woman I had a crush on,
so I began shoveling down the meat porridge despite the heat.
One bite, then another….
“…This porridge is weally yummy!”
“Rea…lly…?”
“Weally amazing…! It's yummy!!”
Of course, the porridge was so hot that my tongue was scalded, my sense of taste vanished, and my entire palate and throat felt like they were on fire.
But I hated making Vika worry about me even more, so I endured the pain and shoveled down enough porridge to see the bottom of the bowl.
“Gulp…, gulp…. Phew….”
After finishing the porridge and hurriedly drinking the flower tea, fortunately the tea was pleasantly cool, and it quickly subdued the burns in my mouth.
“That was delicious…. Hehehe….”
“Mm, thanks~. I'll tell Mira~.”
When the meal ended and I thanked her, I heard a gentle voice,
and watched Vika's alluring back with a wistful expression as she picked up the table she'd set on the bed and left.
I wanted her to stay a little longer…, what a shame.
….”
As I gazed wistfully at the bedroom door through which Ms. Vika had left,
my eyes met those of the infuriatingly handsome Acard, sitting in the corner as if he were invisible.
“…You were here?”
“…I've been here the whole time.”
“Ahem….”
Acard seemed to have a lot on his mind as he looked at me, so I cleared my throat and fiddled with the blanket, pretending nothing was wrong.
Even though we'd declared that we shouldn't develop romantic feelings for each other, seeing how drastically differently he and his wives were treated must inevitably have made him feel hollow.
For some reason, his appearance overlapped with my former self, who had never dated and was still a virgin, and I almost felt sorry for him… but then I stopped.
He already had three wives; what could he possibly be missing?
“…Hmm.”
…But was this bedroom always this hot?
It was completely out of nowhere, but ever since eating the porridge, I felt heat gradually rising inside me.
Could it be because the porridge was too hot? But a cool breeze kept coming in through the window, so it shouldn't have been that hot.
“…Am I the only one who's hot here?”
Wondering whether it was just my imagination that my body was growing hotter and hotter, I asked Acard.
“I actually feel cold…?”
He began answering that it didn't seem hot, then stopped midway and stared intently at my face.
Why was he suddenly staring so intently?
Was there something on my face?
“…Are you all right, Ms. Ria? Your face is incredibly red.”
What did he mean, my face was incredibly red…?
“Huh…?!”
At that moment, the heat I'd thought was ordinary warmth suddenly began concentrating all at once in my lower body.
…Could it be my period?
No, it couldn't be. It ended a week ago, so my cycle shouldn't be starting now.
“…Ms. Ria?”
“N-no, it's nothing… Just for a moment… Please leave me alone… Ngh….”
“Ms. Ria, you look really unwell….”
“I said leave me alone!”
“…!”
When I shouted at Acard as the sensation in my lower body continued to boil, he widened his eyes in surprise, bowed his head apologetically, and stepped away.
“…Ngh.”
The moment I was left completely alone in the bedroom, I immediately squeezed my legs together and let out a lewd moan.
“W-what is this….”
The heat gathered in my lower body now made my vulva throb with a sensation that could no longer be called mere heat.
It was ticklish…, hot…, and blood was rushing there.
…I was going insane wanting to shove my hand inside my clothes right now and rub my vulva.
“Ngh….”
But this wasn't my home, and masturbating in someone else's house went beyond being a nuisance—it was insane—so I clenched my teeth and tried to endure somehow, but
“Haaah…. Aahh…!”
The longer I endured with my paltry willpower, the more my vulva thrashed, begging me to touch it, to put my fingers inside and plunge them in.
I tensed my thighs and rubbed them together to relieve the arousal indirectly, but instead of easing my lust, it only intensified the arousal.
“Nngh…. Ahh…. Ngh….”
The pleasure, which grew more intense even when so much as a hem brushed against me, had gone beyond arousal, and I twisted my waist while clutching the blanket.
I'd only heard online that a woman's sex drive was several times stronger than a man's, but experiencing it in my own body was a completely different story.
It was a sensation on another level from a man's, who could calm down with a few quick strokes no matter how aroused he got.
My vulva… no, my pussy was hot, yes.
But the eerie tickling that pierced deep inside it and the mental arousal gnawing away at my sanity were driving me crazy.
Sex…. Ah, I want sex….
Vika… Vika's breasts were really big….
If I buried my head and begged her to let me touch them, wouldn't she let me?
“Ngh….”
You crazy bastard, think carefully.
Even if she's a woman too, openly asking a married woman to let me touch her breasts would make me a genuine lunatic.
Endure it, endure it….
They say enduring three times makes the lust go away….
“Haaah….”
…Ah, I really want to touch my pussy.
It feels like this would all be over if I just touched it once….
W-well…, let's just try rubbing the soft flesh around the entrance.
The blanket is thick anyway, so no one will notice…, and since I'm a woman, it probably won't smell as strong as a man's….
If I stimulated it through my clothes, there wouldn't be any trace, so cleanup would be easy, right…?
…But how do women masturbate?
Don't they say it hurts terribly if you tear your hymen while masturbating?
In AVs, they put their fingers inside and go chop-chop-chop….
But that's what people without hymens do; I can't masturbate that way as a virgin like me….
I quickly concluded that I shouldn't put my hand inside my vagina for now.
“……One…, two….”
Lust overtook my embarrassment, and I cautiously spread the thighs I'd been twisting together.
The two mounds of my tightly compressed pussy spread apart, and my whole body trembled violently, but at least this sensation would soon be over.
I carefully brought my trembling hand to my crotch, where steam seemed to be rising, and swallowed hard.
“Three…!”
Just one touch, and I'd neatly finish everything….
Fwoosh—!!
“Haaah?!!”
…At one point, I thought that was how it would go for me, too.
I had barely touched it with my finger, but my waist tensed, my bladder relaxed, and I let out an incredibly feminine cry.
At the same time, some unidentified liquid—whether it was urine or whatever—was expelled through my urethra, soaked through my panties, and dampened the blanket and bedsheets.
My whole plan fell apart, right down to the fact that the lewd smell beginning to waft through the bedroom was much stronger than a man's.
…Screw it.
To deal with this damn heat, I half-lost my mind and began rubbing my pussy frantically through my panties, starting the first masturbation of my long-awaited life as a woman.