Epilogue

Every day, no, multiple times a day, Cedric filled Yuria’s p*ssy with his s*men. When it overflowed, he would fill it again, and again. Despite this, she did not conceive a child.

Considering his thick, robust member and his healthy, ample t*sticles that ej*culated so frequently, it seemed unlikely that Cedric was the problem. Yuria worried that perhaps it was her fault.

Cedric had said there was no rush to have a child, but there was a vast difference between not having one and being unable to have one. So, Yuria arranged for a reputed physician to come to their estate.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Princess.”

Ah, what a relief.

Yuria sighed deeply, forgetting her dignity for a moment.

“Of course, your husband is also very healthy.”

Cedric merely raised an eyebrow in response, as if it were only natural.

“Then why haven’t we conceived a child?”

“There are various reasons, but it seems the Princess is overexerting herself.”

The physician explained that while Yuria was not frail, her stamina was on the weaker side. Overexerting herself was affecting her overall health, delaying conception.

What overexertion, when I spent my days leisurely?

Yuria almost retorted but then stopped. Overexertion, indeed. She was now being tormented by Cedric morning and evening. With the railway construction in full swing, Cedric was extremely busy.

Despite claiming he had no time to breathe, Cedric always found time to get hard. His overflowing vitality was uncontrollable. Once, she had woken up with a sore chest to find him sucking on her br*easts while masturbating. Even then, he had patted her to go back to sleep, which was dizzying just to remember…

Anyway, trying to keep up with Cedric’s overflowing vigor was leaving Yuria’s legs on the verge of giving out.

“Too vigorous marital relations can also be detrimental to conception.”

“I heard frequent relations are beneficial.”

Cedric, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, touching on the sensitive issue.

Wasn’t he embarrassed to ask such a question?

“Yes, but excess can be as bad as deficiency.”

The physician advised that three times a week, with gentle relations that wouldn’t strain the woman, was ideal. Cedric looked visibly displeased.

“We called you because you were reputed to be skilled, but it seems otherwise. Let’s bring in another physician.”

“…Is it because I said three times a week?”

“Not three times a day, but three times a week? Our Princess would definitely cheat.”

No, I wouldn’t.

Yuria lightly slapped Cedric’s shoulder. She didn’t slap hard; experience had taught her that hitting him hard would only hurt her hand.

“Would the Princess be satisfied with three times a week?”

Of course.

Of course, but why couldn’t she say it immediately? When Yuria hesitated, Cedric laughed as if he had expected it.

Why did that lazy smile seem so charming instead of annoying?

“Enjoy the honeymoon phase a bit more. The child will come when the time is right.”

Yuria pouted but nodded slightly in agreement. She still craved his embrace. Until she could be content with just three times a week, she wanted to be held a little more.

Yuria hugged his broad chest tightly. Cedric held her just as tightly, no, even tighter than she needed. Although the frequency and intensity didn’t decrease, good news came soon after.

It would be a child named after the first station built in Ritano.

『Minor Misunderstandings』 The End