Lahart sighed softly, as if he had somewhat expected this but couldn’t help it.

Her steadfastness must have been what helped her endure those horrific times. Thinking about those days, which were like a swamp of poison without a single ray of light, made a corner of his heart feel like it was being sliced by an icy blade.

Sensing his presence, Iren turned towards him and gently embraced her. He felt a small tremor in his arms, as if she was laughing.

“You’re warm; it feels nice.”

“You said you were going to sleep.”

“I tried, but I couldn’t fall asleep. It’s not because of you, Duke.”

Iren answered softly, patting his shoulder lightly, signaling him to change his position so she could examine him. Lahart knew this, but instead of changing his position, he tried to lay her back down on the bed.

Iren grabbed his shoulder firmly.

“No. Sit down, please.”

“I’m not hurt, just a bit tired.”

“Then lie down. It’ll be quick.”

In the end, it was Iren who pushed Lahart onto the bed.

Lahart half-heartedly gave in and lay down as she instructed. He knew he couldn’t win against her. And Iren never gave up on these matters. Letting her do what she wanted was the quickest way to get her to sleep.

Iren began unbuttoning Lahart’s shirt. The skin revealed beneath the thin fabric no longer had a purplish hue. Although there were old scars from sharp weapons here and there, the rest was clean. The poison that had lingered in his body had been completely eradicated thanks to the antidote made from dallensiphia and irelaide flowers.

Iren was pleased to see Lahart fully healed. Her first miracle was Rian, and her second was seeing Lahart fully recovered. It was something she had desperately wished for and dreamed of but had seemed so far out of reach. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe it. She wondered if she was dreaming.

“Iren.”

“…Ah, yes. What is it?”

“What are you thinking about so deeply?”

And to think that this gentle Lahart was now always by her side, a situation that would have felt out of place even in her dreams before.

But, could she say such a thing? Talking about dreams and such was something Lahart disliked the most. As Iren hesitated, Lahart took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers very carefully.

It’s okay. Say whatever you want. You can say anything to me, his large, firm hand seemed to say.

Iren smiled silently. Lahart was never a man of many words, then or now. He preferred to show things through his eyes, touch, and actions rather than words. Every time Iren discovered and felt his sincerity through his actions or expressions, it made her incredibly happy and joyful.

Encouraged by the warmth of his hand, Iren slowly began to speak.

“Seeing you completely healed, Duke… it feels like a miracle.”

“My recovery is not a miracle.”

Though he waited patiently for her to speak, Lahart responded firmly. However, his tone was not harsh like it used to be when he treated her indifferently.

Lahart released her hand and gently caressed her cheek.

“The real miracle is that you stayed by my side.”

“That’s…”

“My recovery is the result of your efforts. So don’t diminish your hard work by calling it a miracle.”

“…”

“This is the future you deserve and the reward you should receive, Iren.”

This is the miracle you achieved with your own hands. Lahart’s words left Iren speechless. Her chest felt so full that she couldn’t think of anything to say. She was so happy she felt like she might cry, a strange feeling of being overwhelmed with joy.

“If this can be called a reward.”

“…It’s more than enough.”

“I’m glad.”

Lahart’s fingers brushed the corners of Iren’s eyes. She leaned into his large hand and closed her eyes. The tender warmth seemed to seep into her eyes, making the insides of her eyelids feel hot.

“But. Is the examination over, doctor?”

Lahart asked playfully. For a moment, caught up in the atmosphere, Iren had forgotten what she was doing.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly opened her eyes and met Lahart’s gaze, one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. His smile deepened, and Iren, sensing something ominous, hurried to button up his shirt, but she was too late. Lahart grabbed her wrist.

Iren asked with a slight glare.

“Didn’t you say you were tired?”

“I have a discomfort. I think the doctor should take a look.”

“Really? Where…”

As if waiting for this, Lahart guided her hand to his crotch. Iren regretted her foolish question, unable to finish it.

“…How did this happen?”

“Well. Isn’t that for the doctor to figure out?”

Though Lahart’s voice was relaxed, his c*ck was not. Already hard and swollen, it throbbed even more violently as soon as Iren’s hand touched it. His pants were stretched tight, revealing the shape of his er*ction, making Iren’s cheeks flush slightly.

Even though they had been married for years and she experienced this every day when Lahart wasn’t away, she never got used to it. It wasn’t her fault for being shy; it was her husband’s fault for having such a large and thick c*ck.

“I didn’t do anything…”

“I never said you did anything. But it is because of you, doctor.”

Lahart got aroused just from Iren’s scent. The faint fragrance in the bedroom alone was enough to make him act like a dog in heat. So it was only natural that his c*ck, which had shown signs of arousal since entering the bedroom, would stand er*ect after she undressed him and touched his bare skin.

Lahart moved Iren’s hand over his pants, feeling her soft touch and making his desire rise to the top of his head. He didn’t hide or suppress his lust. He knew it was a good way to push his shy wife to the limit.

He moved his hips, rubbing his c*ck against her hand. His lewd movements made Iren bite her lip. It felt as if she was manually pleasuring him. His heat and lust were transmitted through the fabric of his pants. The pants were of no use.

“It seems there’s definitely a problem. Are you going to leave it as it is?”

“…Let go of my hand.”

Lahart readily let go.

As Iren hesitantly pulled down his pants, his angry, swollen member sprang free. The bulging veins and the previous experiences suggested that this was something she couldn’t calm down with just her hands.

What had caused this? It wasn’t just the excitement following a hunt or extermination. Lahart was always like this, even during ordinary days.

As Iren looked down in embarrassment, Lahart chuckled and lifted her to sit on his abdomen. But this time, instead of their usual face-to-face position, Iren was facing away from him. She turned back to look at him, puzzled.

“Duke?”

His clear, icy silver eyes, symbolizing Sirencia covered in snow and ice, were clouded with desire for her. Realizing how passionately and desperately he wanted her made Iren’s lower abdomen tingle. It was the same now. Her insides ached, and she sighed inwardly, unconsciously rubbing her b*ttocks against Lahart’s firm abdomen.

Lahart immediately frowned and stroked her waist.

“Lower your hips this way.”

“Lahart! No, this position is too…”

“Do it as I say.”

His low, commanding voice pushed Iren to the brink. A tingling sensation ran down her spine, making her fingertips and toes tingle.

Even as Iren shook her head, Lahart grabbed her hips and forcibly pulled her b*ttocks towards his face. He lifted her thin nightgown and pushed aside her underwear, then slowly licked the parted slit.

“Ah, hhng…”

In an instant, Iren found herself seated on his face, her cheeks flushing bright red. But there was no time to feel embarrassed. The moment his wet tongue touched her, a shallow moan escaped her lips. Although Lahart had become very gentle and considerate, he never showed mercy in bed. No matter how fiercely she resisted, it was useless.

As he moved her in the direction he wanted, she would soon melt into pleasure. Lahart would then explore her to his heart’s content.

Whenever they made love, at first, she would feel shy and embarrassed, wanting to run away. But the more she clashed with Lahart, who desired her with his whole body and soul, the more she began to want him just as much, with immense joy and willingness.

Perhaps the reason why she could overlook the intense shame and embarrassment was because she could feel how much he desired her through his touch.

But there were limits. Right now, Iren found it difficult to endure being in this position, sitting on Lahart’s face and having her lower parts sucked. But Lahart seemed to understand her feelings perfectly and held her hips tightly, not letting go. Iren shook her head and twisted her waist. His pointed tongue delved inside as if scolding her.

“Uhng, hhng… Ah, Lahart…!”

Iren shook her head wildly. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, her entire body heated up, and her eyes caught sight of something. It was Lahart’s er*ect c*ck. She closed her eyes tightly, then mustered the courage to bend down and carefully grasp his throbbing member. She thought that if she stimulated him enough to make him climax, he might stop what he was doing between her legs.

However, as soon as she grabbed it, his c*ck twitched violently in her hand, causing her to let go in surprise.

Lahart let out a deep, boiling sigh. The hot breath tickled her nether regions, causing Iren to shiver.

“Don’t let go.”

“This position, hhng, I don’t like it… Let me down, please…”

“If you hold it properly and rub it, I’ll think about it. Do your best.”

After a brief negotiation, Lahart spread her apart, revealing her slightly exposed vaginal opening. Seeing it twitching as if begging for his c*ck, he aggressively thrust his tongue inside with a fiercer gaze.

“Ah, hng, uhng…!”

His thick, saliva-coated tongue provided a different kind of pleasure than his fingers or p*nis. Iren tried to hold herself up by tensing her thighs, but her efforts were in vain as his tongue delved deeper, rubbing against her walls. Losing strength, she collapsed onto Lahart’s face, pushing her nether regions even closer to him.

No way. Iren was mortified, but Lahart seemed to enjoy the lewd position, greedily sucking and licking between her legs.

“Hng, ah, uhng, ah….”

Her moans, which even sounded obscene to her own ears, continuously escaped her lips.

Now, it wasn’t just Lahart’s saliva that was making her wet down there. The relentless probing of his tongue made her insides melt stickily. Even with one hand covering her mouth, she couldn’t stop the moans from seeping through her fingers. She moaned, collapsed on top of Lahart.