EPILOGUE: LEWD AND AFFECTIONATE

The child was born around the end of spring.

The name Richmond Calitheon was personally chosen by Richt, and when asked about the reason, he said that he had been thinking about the name since the time of their marriage, for a b*by that would be born someday. Richmond for a boy, Elia for a girl.

Isabelle willingly agreed to the name Richmond because she liked the sound of it. Richt was surprisingly fond of the child, and Richmond grew up quickly, much to Isabelle’s delight.

When Richmond was born, he seemed like no one in particular, but after about six months, his facial features began to emerge, and he started resembling Richt quite a bit. Richt became increasingly enamored, turning into a doting father.

He kept his promise to do his best as a husband and father. There was nothing wrong with how he loved Richmond, but his overwhelming affection for Isabelle was often troubling.

Today was no different.

Isabelle entrusted Richmond to the nanny, Sylvia, and had a meal, Richt stuck close to her and made a fuss. He used the excuse of Isabelle having a slight cold to spoon-feed her soup. This made her face flush, especially since it happened in front of the servants.

“I can eat on my own.”

“No, you won’t. If you eat alone, you might be picky. Besides, your body has been through a lot with breastfeeding Richmond.”

 “I’m planning to feed Richmond solid food from now on. It’s time for that.”

“That means you should eat better yourself.”

He spoke in a tone that treated her like a child.

“You got soup on your face because you moved around.”

After wiping Isabelle’s lips with his thumb, Richt brought the smeared food to his own mouth. His actions were much faster than Isabelle retrieving a handkerchief. Mrs. Mason, who brought the food, had a pleased expression, but Isabelle felt embarrassed.

Isabelle subtly nudged Richt’s thigh under the table, giving him a hint to restrain himself, but instead, he pulled her hand even closer and subtly brushed it against his thigh.

Isabelle’s cheeks twitched with embarrassment, but Richt maintained a lascivious smile the entire time. There was a reason behind his overt display of affection.

When they reconciled, Isabelle was full-term and until giving birth, they couldn’t have any intimate relationship as a couple. Over the next few months, she recovered enough to have s*x, but she wouldn’t let him.

As the six months passed, Richt had been flirting with her, as he does now. He had a nasty record, so he didn’t dare make outright demands, but he did make subtle insinuations.

It wasn’t that she hated her husband’s advances. She was having so much fun taking care of Richmond that Richt was forced to take a backseat, and there was a certain satisfaction in seeing him so needy and frustrated.

“If you keep doing this all the time, you’ll know you won’t be able to do what you want for a lifetime.”

Isabelle withdrew her hand, casting a refreshing glance at Richt, who, in response, looked at her with an affectionate expression, unable to help but find it endearing.

“That won’t do then. I won’t disturb you anymore, so enjoy your meal.”

The once cold and indifferent eyes, now overflowing with warmth, dropped affectionately as if pouring out. Richt raised the spoon again and fed Isabelle.

This change in Richt was now familiar to everyone in the manor, but not long ago it had caused concern among those who knew him. For a time, it was rumored among the users that the Duke of Calitheon had become a fool.

The worst of it came shortly after Isabelle gave birth. Even though there were plenty of servants in the mansion, Richt personally took care of everything for about a month, as he couldn’t entrust Isabelle to anyone else due to various reasons, creating quite a stir.

It’s not as if Isabelle had been physically handicapped, but he carried her everywhere in his arms and wouldn’t let her walk on her own. At times, he set aside his responsibilities just to spend time with her, when Fabian visited during such moments.

At that point, Isabelle had the ridiculous suspicion that perhaps she hadn’t given birth to a child, but rather she was suffering from a fatal illness that only Richt knew about. Or maybe Richt was the one who fell ill. People say that when someone suddenly changes, it’s a sign of impending death.

It seems ridiculous now, but at the time, Richt indeed felt like a completely different person, causing more than a little concern.

So one day, when she asked if he had a major head injury somewhere she didn’t know about, he responded,

‘No, there’s no such thing. But if you’re worried, I can call a doctor for an examination. I want to reassure you.’

Afterward, he did call a doctor to consult him. Watching that scene unfold, Isabelle wondered what kind of man her husband really was.

Fortunately, over time, his overprotection lessened, but his affection took on a different form.

When she mentioned in passing that she would like a fountain in the garden, he built a large, ornate fountain in the garden that looked like something out of an imperial palace. When she expressed her preference for soft velvet fabric, he once swept up fine velvet fabrics from costume shops across the capital for her.

Isabelle had never been one for material things, but if it made Richt feel better, she’d let it stay that way.

It was better than being carried around the mansion in his arms like a b*by. At least it wasn’t embarrassing in front of the servants.

***

“Where is Richmond?”

“He’s asleep.”

Having entrusted her sleeping son to Sylvia, Isabelle prepared to go to bed herself. Trying to remove the layers of clothing, she awkwardly stretched her arms behind her back, but it was uncomfortable to do it alone. She thought about calling for Mia but abandoned the idea, and before she knew it, Richt had approached from behind.

“Let me help you.”

The string that was tightening around her waist effortlessly loosened. Once he had helped her out of her layers, he rubbed Isabelle’s shoulders.

“Tired?”

She wondered why he was playing the role of a servant again, and his hand slid downward with a sinister intent. Caressing her slender arms, he subtly traced along the ribcage by slipping his hand into the armpit.

Richt snugly pressed against her, gradually moving his hands to the underside of her br*asts. The broad chest against her back was firm, as it had been before. Although he wasn’t tightly pressed, something bulging touched her b*ttocks. The mood quickly turned erotic.

“Something hard is stabbing me, please do something about it.”

“It’s just that I haven’t used it in a while. I’m sure it’ll go away with your help.”

The words made Isabelle feel even hotter. It reminded her of the countless nights she’d had with him that she’d forgotten about for a while.

“I should probably check it out.”

“Check what?”

“Your br*asts.”

“Excuse me?”

Isabelle questioned, wondering if she’d misheard, but there was no playfulness in Richt’s voice.

“I need to see if they’re okay.”

“What could be wrong with my chest?”

“Richmond has been sucking on it for a few months. Your delicate skin may have worn out. As your husband, I should take a look.”

What’s wrong with a child suckling on his mother’s br*ast?

Richt uttered absurd words, breathing hot air into Isabelle’s ear.

Ever since he’d promised her that he wouldn’t be coercive anymore, Richt now acted cleverly and sneakily. When the thought crossed her mind about how much he wanted to behave like this, he seemed somewhat cute despite his large stature.

“Do you think I wouldn’t notice your mischievous intentions?”

Richt pretended not to hear and nudged his c*ck against Isabelle’s hip. Deliberate, yet appearing unintentional.

Isabelle’s body responded honestly to the long-lost sticky intimacy. Even though she wasn’t completely undressed, she keenly felt the robust pillar and her lower abdomen tingled.

Sensing Isabelle’s body warming up, Richt pulled away, picked her up, and led her to the bed. Handling her as if she were a precious treasure, he gently laid her on the bed, then knelt on the floor.

“Just let me look.”

The thin garment was off in an instant, and his lustful hands crept towards her br*ast. He rolled them into circles, squeezed them, and pinched them with his index finger.

“Ah.”

Isabelle moaned. Richt continued to play with her n*pple, gauging her reaction.

“Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt…….”

“It seems a little swollen.”

He said, knowing full well that it wasn’t a painful moan, looking all so worried.

“It’s just that Richmond bit on this cute little n*pple.”

He loved Richmond, but sometimes he felt jealous of his son. Especially on days when Isabelle spent all her energy on Richmond.

He felt as if he had been robbed of his wife. When he saw her expressing a desire for him to acknowledge her beauty, it was evident that he was full of unfulfilled desires.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a taste, Isabelle, it’s almost making me sick.”

Richt gradually revealed his true colors. His eyes were already filled with lust as he searched Isabelle’s expression.

“Can’t you allow it now?”

Her br*asts jiggled atypically in Richt’s hand.

“Hmm.”

Seemingly interpreting Isabelle’s moan as a signal, Richt bit into her swaying br*ast like pudding, sucked deeply, and then flicked it with his lips. His hot tongue swirled around the plump n*pple.

“Ugh, ah…”

After a long, greedy lick, Richt locked eyes with Isabelle.

“You’re so erotic and lovely.”

Isabelle’s face flushed red. Richt licked her cheek greedily. He sucked every inch of her cheekbone, cheek, and chin, swallowing and nibbling on her ear as if he were going to leave her face covered in saliva.

When he turned his attention to caressing her with his fingers, his gaze once again met hers, intense and alluring. Between disheveled strands of hair, the dark eyes sparkled fiercely. The sounds of sucking were explicit and clear.

“You’re so beautiful that I can’t stop.”

His hand ventured between Isabelle’s thighs, yet, unlike before, he didn’t immediately delve in. Always leaving the decision in Isabelle’s hands, Richt pleaded eagerly. The burning gaze persisted, locking onto Isabelle’s eyes.

“But if you don’t want to, I’ll stop.”

Waiting for an answer, Richt slid his finger down to the crack of her p*ssy. Isabelle’s waist arched in response, and the heated spot released a stream of desire.

“Hmph. Don’t stop.”

With those words, Richt pounced on Isabelle like a thirsty man searching for a fountain. However, just as he was about to bury his face between her legs, Isabelle stopped him.

“Ah, next time. Just do it and insert it for now.”

“I want to taste it.”

“You can do that next time.”

That one sentence blew away what little restraint Richt had left.

Richt removed his pants and what was inside popped out. The engorged organ, with veins pulsating, menacingly twitched. Even though Isabelle knew it couldn’t have changed, it seemed to have grown bigger in its absence.

Despite its crudely exaggerated size, the pl*asure it brought when inside was enough to make one feel as though they were going to die. Isabelle wished the monstrous pillar would hurry up and come inside her, to fulfill her need. To stir her up, to scratch her itch.

Holding Isabelle’s legs apart with both hands and firmly grasping her thighs, Richt pressed his enlarged c*ck against her parted folds and pushed inside. With that, he began his thrusting motion.

Moving in and out, he started a reciprocating movement, not forgetting to sweep Isabelle’s cl*toris with each pass. The puddle of fl*id served as a good lubricant. Isabelle arched her back as her weakest spot was targeted.

“Ugh, ah.”

Her v*ginal folds, even more tense after childbirth, twitched and clenched around his flesh. Richt shifted his hips, thrusting inside with a grunt into her quivering entrance and beginning a rhythmically intense motion.

“It feels so good, Isabelle.”

“Mmmmm, ha-ha.”

Unable to endure, Isabelle wiggled her hips. Richt, sensing her reaction, intensified his waist movements, let out a low moan, and slammed into her harder, causing her to tremble more intensely.

“Tell me. Tell me you like it.”

“Ha-ha, yes, yes, yes.”

“How much?

“Hmm, I think I’m going to die, hmm.”

He nibbled again on her saliva-slicked br*asts, taking the flesh in his mouth. As he took the n*pple into his mouth, her passage accepting his c*ck tightened.

A moan of pl*asure filled the room, and Isabelle felt as if her body was about to shatter from the long-forgotten pl*asure. It was Isabelle who cl*maxed first, her screams bordering on howls.

Richt, who had been working his hips to satisfy her, cl*maxed soon after. There was much more c*m than usual.The spilled s*men adhered to the p*bic hair, making the already w*t area even messier.

Richt collapsed on top of Isabelle, breathing raggedly. Their chests pressed together, they breathed heavily. They were not in their right minds after the long-awaited s*xual encounter.

“Your insides always drive me crazy.”

It was the truth. Isabelle’s insides gripped Richt’s p*nis as if it were covered in countless suction cups. It was soft yet firm, with a resilient pulling force, melting away without a way to resist.

“If you didn’t accept me today, I might have died.”

“Why did you become so sentimental?”

“It’s true.”

Even as he spoke, Richt continued to caress Isabelle’s private area.

“Stop touching me. It’ll wear out.”

“It would be a problem if it wore out.”

Richt laughed softly and hugged Isabelle tightly. Their bodies were covered in each other’s fl*ids and sweat. Isabelle stroked his hair, wondering how a man with such a vigorous s*x drive could have lasted so long.

“How did you endure all this time?”

“With superhuman patience, for fear of being hated by you again.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you believe it? I still get scared sometimes.”

“You’re scared of me?”

“Not exactly. I’m afraid of being abandoned by you, to be precise.”

“Well, if you don’t want to be abandoned, then treat me. Got it?”

When Isabelle playfully retorted, Richt laughed contentedly.

“Yes, I will serve you like a queen for the rest of my life.”

Richt placed a light kiss on Isabelle’s smooth forehead.

“I love you, Isabelle.”

He repeated his heartfelt confession over and over again.

“I love you.”

 As if still afraid that she might leave.

After Declaring Divorce, My Husband Became Lewd            – END –