Prologue

〈Extreme stress situations can grant humans new fetishes.  

– From the records of Anil Su Dois, scholar of the Kingdom of Velia〉  

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“Tina. I know this isn’t the time for me to argue, but…”

Cherilian spoke, looking extremely troubled.

“That phrase you used — ‘a rag so useless it’s not even worth washing again’ — maybe that’s a bit much…”

All the humiliating words she threw at him — though they were by mutual consent — didn’t normally bother him. But hearing her insult the history of his body’s use did sting a little.

“You’re not doubting my fidelity, are you? You know, I’ve always been devoted only to you.”

At his careful question, Tina looked at Cherilian with gentle eyes, a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Remorse immediately flashed across her clear face.

“I realized after I said it that it was a bit much. I’m sorry!”

“…It’s fine.”

Cherilian felt a faint sense of guilt at Tina’s apology, even as he felt awkward. His wife was only trying her best for his sake.

Worried that Tina might feel discouraged, Cherilian quickly added,

“I just said it just in case. It’s not that I dislike what you said.”

Cherilian glanced away. Whether or not his words were true, the skin around his eyes and cheekbones, even his ears, were flushed red. His lower body, already heated, responded to the situation.

“That line earlier — about the filthy, stray good-for-nothing — that one was… fine.”

“Really?”

Tina asked brightly, her smiling face full of her unique cheerful energy.

“Well, then… I’ll continue.”

Her dazzling blonde hair, reminiscent of gentle sunlight, and her clear eyes, capturing the crisp autumn sky, belonged to a beautiful Lady free of any wrinkles.

Tina was a kind, gentle soul, loved by many.

As Cherilian Biente’s one and only lover and wife, she was currently burdened by a duty she couldn’t easily speak of to others.

That duty: to arouse Cherilian by whispering dirty and mischievous words—an unexpectedly heavy obligation.

When Tina first learned of this, she was extremely flustered.

The Lady of the Damsel family, known for her playful mischief and for bringing laughter to all, had barely ever uttered a bad word.

But Tina made up her mind. For her beloved husband, she would gladly sully her lips with dirty words.

“Seeing your body react like that, Cherilian Biente, you must be pretty excited.”

But perhaps she was too determined.

Besides, Tina believed that effort never betrays, and she threw herself wholeheartedly into her unofficial duty.

‘…She really is getting better at this.’

She truly was an astonishing woman.

Cherilian was confused about whether he should be pleased with her rapid progress.

Despite his cold, distant appearance, Cherilian actually had somewhat simple, warm, and cute tastes.

In his fantasies about passionate nights with his beloved woman, there was no place for harsh or uncomfortable dirty talk.

Depraved language was never Cherilian’s style.

Yet, ever since Tina started using those dirty, insulting words, it seemed that dirty talk was slowly becoming his preference.

“Whether you get to use your thing tonight, or whether you’re just left guarding the bedroom door like a watchdog, that’s up to you.”

Despite the harsh content, Tina’s voice was always gentle and kind, almost tickling his ears.

“Rub it against my thigh. But don’t finish without my permission.”

“Ah, Tina…”

Feeling his body react to Tina’s crude words, Cherilian let out a low moan.

Regardless of the excitement, it was a deeply troubling matter.