Chapter 5.5

The feel of her full, soft br*ast was both supple and firm. As he teased her slightly protruding n*pple, massaging the mound, satisfaction welled up in him.

However, as good as her br*asts were, the essential desire lay below. As he pulled down his pants and underwear, his er*ect member sprang forth, pressing against Yvonne’s backside.

“No, you can’t…!”

Startled, Yvonne trembled as if she might jump. As she hurriedly tried to get up and escape, Liam tightened his grip around her waist. Despite her struggles, he held her tighter and murmured.

“Haa, I won’t put it in. I promise I won’t….”

“B-but…”

“Please, Jeanne… Just lend me your legs. I promise, I won’t put it in. So please, okay?”

Liam rubbed his nose against her neck, pleading. His words, as if he understood her worries, made Yvonne reluctantly relax and lie back down.

“Really, you mustn’t put it in.”

“Don’t worry.”

Liam slid his member between Yvonne’s thighs. She flinched at the thick heat she felt between her inner thighs, just below her womanhood.

Unlike Liam, she was wearing underwear, but she could feel his movements through the thin fabric.

As Liam moved his hips, his fully er*ect member slid back and forth between her thighs. It was almost like intercourse, except he wasn’t inside.

As he occasionally stimulated her n*pples, Yvonne felt a subtle excitement. It wasn’t that she disliked being with Liam. She actually liked it. The only issue was the intensity…

Having been intimate every day, the sudden stop after becoming pregnant left her feeling empty. She even missed the feeling of his member filling and stirring inside her.

Given this situation, the pseudo-intercourse of rubbing between her thighs felt stimulating. Every time he brushed against her womanhood, Yvonne shivered.

Before long, her underwear was soaked with the fluid seeping from her womanhood. As the damp fabric pressed against her groin, her womanhood became more pronounced.

Beyond that, the movement of his firm, large member felt even more explicit.

“Haa, Jeanne… Huh, ugh.”

“Mm…”

The touches and thrusting that stimulated her upper and lower parts made Yvonne moan softly. Listening to her sweet sounds, Liam quickly reached his climax. The s*men that spurted out splattered over Yvonne’s thighs.

“Ah…”

It was already over.

Unlike Liam, who had reached climax, Yvonne hadn’t quite gotten there and swallowed her disappointment. As she moved her legs, feeling the dampness of her underwear, Liam spoke.

“Seems like you’re disappointed.”

“N-no, it’s just…”

“Feeling sorry for enjoying it alone, I’ll help you.”

Help? How?

While Yvonne was puzzled, Liam got up and grabbed her legs. Then he removed her underwear.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’m not going to put it in, so don’t worry. See, I’m wearing pants.”

As Liam said, he was fully dressed. Though he had dressed quickly, Yvonne’s curiosity grew.

Then what is he going to do…?

As she hesitated, not understanding his actions, he spread her legs wide and buried his face between them. Startled, Yvonne gasped and called out his name in a near scream.

“Liam…! D-don’t…!”

She struggled, trying to push Liam’s head away, but he steadfastly continued to pleasure her. His hot, soft tongue teased her womanhood.

The intense stimulation overwhelmed her. However, instead of succumbing to the pleasure, memories engraved in her body surfaced first.

“D-don’t… I don’t like it, ugh, stop…”

Yvonne panted heavily. Seeing her struggling as if in convulsions, Liam, who had initially thought she was just embarrassed, sensed something was wrong and stopped.

As soon as Liam lifted his head, Yvonne quickly pulled down her skirt and moved away from him.

Seeing her panting with tear-filled eyes made him feel like a brute.

“No, I…”

He had only meant to help.

Feeling wronged by her gaze, which seemed to see him as a monster, Liam quickly changed his mind.

Well, what did intentions matter? His actions had made his wife cry. It was undoubtedly his fault.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d hate it so much. I won’t do it again, so please stop crying.”

“Sniff… Really, you won’t do it again?”

“Yes. I won’t.”

Liam approached Yvonne and gently stroked her shoulder. His comforting seemed to work as Yvonne leaned against him.

‘To think she’d hate it this much.’

Still bewildered, Liam comforted Yvonne. It was especially surprising since the other women he had been with had complained if he didn’t do it.

Of course, he didn’t enjoy it much, so he hadn’t done it often, but this was the first time he had seen such a reaction…

‘…Or was it?’

A faint memory he had forgotten surfaced. But Liam pushed that memory away. It wasn’t something to recall in front of the woman carrying his child.

Liam embraced Yvonne and comforted her for a while before he could finally fall asleep.

* * *

For the next few days, life continued as usual. It was evening, and Liam returned after finishing his schedule. He entered the mansion but didn’t see Yvonne, so he asked the butler and head maid who had come to greet him.

“Where’s Jeanne?”

“She fell asleep, so we left her be. Shall I inform her you’ve arrived?”

“No, leave her. I’ll go up.”

Sending the butler and head maid away, Liam entered the bedroom. As the maid had said, Yvonne was asleep in the rocking chair.

It was a piece of furniture recently brought from the warehouse for her pregnancy. Liam wanted to buy a new one, but Yvonne didn’t want it. She questioned why buy new when they had a perfectly good one.

‘Right. A new piece would only have a strong smell, which isn’t good.’

Liam tried to understand Yvonne in any way he could. Although he wasn’t entirely without complaints.

Frugality is one of a lady’s virtues, but his wife was excessively frugal.

Some might call it a privileged complaint, but Liam didn’t see it as a virtue.

Despite his thoughts, Liam approached cautiously, worried she might wake.

As he was about to lift Yvonne to move her to the bed, he noticed a small ball of yarn on her lap and stopped.

‘What’s this? A sock?’

It was knitted in an arched shape, forming a sock, but it was far too small. It barely covered half of his palm.

It was so tiny that even a young child couldn’t wear it, almost as if…

‘Could it be for our child?’

Our child.

A smile spread across Liam’s face as he unconsciously uttered the words. To think the day would come when he’d become a father.

Liam chuckled while handling the sock, imagining Gabriel or others would be appalled by his expression.

He was crouching in front of Yvonne, smiling, when she squinted and slowly opened her eyes. Despite his efforts to be quiet, it seemed to have disturbed her.

“Ah… Liam, when did you arrive?”

Yvonne asked him, still half-asleep.

Seeing her in a daze, she seemed very tired, so he kissed her forehead and whispered.

“I just got here.”

“Mm, sorry. I’m so sleepy…”

“It’s fine. I’ll move you to the bed, so sleep more.”

“Mm…”

Yvonne nodded, then obediently opened her arms to him. As she hugged him, a faint butter scent lingered.

‘Did she cook?’

The savory aroma unnecessarily stirred his appetite. Whatever scent Yvonne gave off, the result would have been the same, but he playfully blamed her.

Today, because she looked especially pretty, smelled particularly nice, seemed unusually cute, and so on.

Though sleepy, Yvonne didn’t fall asleep immediately when he laid her on the bed.

“How was your day?”

Her question led Liam to lie beside her and reply.

“The same as always. Dull, missing you.”

“What is that…”

“And you? Didn’t you miss me?”

“I did. A lot.”

Her prompt reply pleased Liam, and he kissed her again.

How could she be so lovable? 

Truly, he wanted to hide her somewhere only he knew.

“Liam, I can’t breathe…”

“Sorry. You’re just too cute.”

As Liam released her, Yvonne gasped for air. Though still dazed, it seemed she wouldn’t fall back asleep.

Watching her exhale through her plump lips made her even more endearing, and Liam suppressed his impulse, changing the subject. He had a suitable topic at hand.

“But what’s this?”

“Ah… It’s a sock. They say keeping the baby warm is good, so I’ve been learning from the head maid lately. She has six grandchildren and made socks for all of them.”

She chatted away, saying how skilled she was and how well she was learning.

“The birth is still far off.”

“That’s why I need practice. This one is so shabby. I’ll make only good things for Claude.”

Yvonne spoke as if promising the unborn child. Watching her made Liam feel a bit jealous. Already he was losing priority with his wife.

“Only for the baby? What about me?”

“For you… I’ll practice more and knit a scarf.”

“You promised.”

Liam kissed Yvonne again, this time lightly, so she felt no pressure.

Then, as usual, he rubbed her belly.

“Haa, really… I can’t believe it. There’s a baby in here… Our baby.”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“Quite so. I’m going to be a father soon. It’s not something I’ve imagined… Not that I’m unhappy. I’m rather pleased.”

“I think I understand. I didn’t expect another baby to come to me.”

Yvonne realized her slip of the tongue a beat late. She flinched and looked at Liam.

Liam didn’t react immediately. He was still caressing her belly, but his expression gradually hardened.

In truth, Liam was half-listening to Yvonne, distracted by rubbing her belly.

But strangely, the words she had just spoken clearly surfaced in his mind.

Just now, what did my wife say?

“…Another?”

A cold voice escaped Liam’s lips.