Seeing his lovely wife, Lucas changed his clothes with a smile, then opened his arms toward her. As if it were the most natural thing, Giselle entrusted herself to his embrace.

Because of her swollen belly, he couldn’t hold her tightly, but they could share each other’s warmth.

He held Giselle and lowered his head to nuzzle his nose against her nape.

Her uniquely sweet scent tickled the tip of his nose. Simultaneously, his lower part hardened and began to press against her belly.

Of course, that was only natural. It had been several months since he had shared a bed with her. He was struggling to suppress his desires at every moment, thinking he couldn’t touch his pregnant wife.

“…Phew.”

Lucas pressed his lips against Giselle’s nape and sighed, then slightly moved his body backward. If he had his way, he would have carried her to the bed, or rather, he wouldn’t even need to go to the bed—he would have laid her down on the nearby table right away.

‘…But I can’t be such a beast.’

Especially not to his wife who was in the late stages of pregnancy.

He lightly kissed Giselle, who was squirming in embarrassment, then moved his lips to her earlobe and murmured.

“Don’t worry, Giselle. I’m not so starved that I would take my full-term wife… No, I am starved, but I haven’t gone completely mad yet.”

“…I think you already have.”

Giselle murmured with her face turning bright red as she felt his *rect member against her abdomen. Then she slowly raised her gaze to look at him.

The wrinkles between his brows as he tried to suppress his desire caught her eye first. And then the man’s burning gaze that looked as if it would devour her right now.

She unconsciously felt thirsty and moistened her lips. After all, she was just as starved—no, she was longing for him too.

Why wouldn’t she be?

She was a woman too.

A woman in love with a man.

“…Giselle, you.”

Perhaps her deep longing was revealed through her eyes, as Lucas frowned slightly and then tightened his grip on her waist.

But he let out a sigh-like m*an and released her, stepping back. Then he lightly tapped her forehead with his finger and spoke with a chuckle.

“Don’t try to test me, wife. Your husband’s patience isn’t particularly strong.”

“I’m not trying to test you…”

She felt both wronged and somewhat disappointed by his joking remark, so she protested. Then she pouted at the man smiling at her and hit his chest.

‘Again, he’s teasing me again!’

This mischievous husband often teases her like this. Giselle wrinkled her nose and hit his chest again. Her round earlobes and nape turned red.

“Haha!”

Lucas looked at Giselle with loving eyes and burst into laughter. Then he opened his arms to embrace her and sat down on the bed.

He gently caressed Giselle’s swollen belly as she sat on his thigh, and kissed her earlobe. Her expression softened again at his tender touch.

Lucas’s low voice continued near Giselle’s ear. It was a seductive voice, like tempting a child with candy.

“Then… would you help me a little?”

“Huh? What should I… What is it? Tell me. I’ll help you.”

She blinked with a puzzled expression at his words, then eagerly and enthusiastically stepped forward.

Lucas had never asked her for help until now. Whatever it was, she felt motivated to help him.

Seeing Giselle’s eager attitude, Lucas stared at her intently before speaking again with a strange expression.

“Anything?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

She nodded confidently toward him. Then Lucas seemed to be holding back a smile, tensing his mouth before continuing slowly.

“……Well then.”

Giselle listened intently, curious about what Lucas was about to say. She couldn’t have imagined what would come next.

* * *

“So, I really…… just need to stay still like this?”

“That’s right.”

Lucas nodded in response to Giselle’s hesitant question. Even with his pants bulging at the front, his voice remained relaxed.

“Really, I don’t have to do anything?”

“That’s right. You don’t have to do anything. Do you think I would ask a pregnant woman to do something? Just show me your br*asts a little.”

He smiled as he unfolded Giselle’s fingers one by one as she clutched her robe tightly. As he did so, the cleavage between her br*asts became slightly visible through the parted robe.

As Lucas opened the robe a bit more, the white flesh was revealed before his eyes. Her br*asts had become much fuller than before her pregnancy.

“……Mmph.”

Realizing his gaze was on her br*asts, Giselle’s face turned bright red with embarrassment. But she didn’t close her robe again.

Because behind her embarrassment lay anticipation and excitement for what was about to happen.

“Good, stay just like that.”

Guessing her thoughts, Lucas swallowed his smile, then stepped back a couple of paces and sat in a chair. Giselle was fanning herself when she glanced at him, wondering what he was planning to do.

“What, what are you doing!”

Her eyes widened. It was because Lucas had unbuckled his pants and taken out his c*ck.

“We agreed you’d stay still, Giselle. Sit down.”

He gestured for the startled Giselle to sit down as she tried to get up. Taken aback by Lucas’s nonchalant attitude, Giselle hesitated before sitting down again and continuing.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

Why he was sitting over there holding… that. She frowned, swallowing the question she couldn’t bring herself to ask. Seeing her reaction, Lucas burst out laughing and pretended to be hurt.

“That’s too much. You’ve always enjoyed it down there, but now you’re looking at it like it’s something hideous.”

“What…… I told you not to say things like that! What if someone hears you?”

She quickly looked around and scolded him in response to his explicit joke. S*xual jokes frequently came from his mouth; it had become routine.

And scolding him for it had also become routine.

“Who’s going to hear? And even if someone does, what of it? This kind of joke between husband and wife is perfectly normal.”

“I don’t find it normal at all! Even last time, when you said that in front of your mother…… Oh!”

Giselle opened her mouth to argue with Lucas, but her words caught in her throat at the sight before her—none other than him beginning to masturbate, stroking his c*ck.

“You’re crazy…… Oh my, I can’t even!”

She blinked as she looked at him, then belatedly covered her face with both hands. He had told her to stay still, but this was outrageous.

As Giselle couldn’t bring herself to look up with her burning face, Lucas’s voice reached her.

“You need to put your hands down and look at me, Giselle. We agreed you’d stay still.”

“I am staying still.”

Her voice came out muffled as her face was covered by her hands. He looked at Giselle with her head bowed low, laughed softly, then continued.

“No, you need to look at me. Just as I told you to stay still at first.”

“……”

“Didn’t you say you’d do anything? You claimed you’d help, but was that just empty words?”

“Well, that’s not what I meant……”

Giselle flinched at Lucas’s words and hesitated for a moment. Thinking of the man who had been restraining his desires for her sake, she felt guilty.

After all, the fact that he was now… relieving himself alone like that was because of her, wasn’t it?

‘Right. I just need to stay still and watch.’

She muttered to herself, then carefully lowered her hands. Then she forced herself to lift her head, which didn’t want to move, and looked at him.

More precisely, at the large flesh throbbing toward her.

“……Ahhh.”

Giselle didn’t have the courage to look directly at it and slightly lowered her eyes. Immediately, Lucas’s commanding voice reached her.

“Don’t look away, Giselle. Look at me.”

“……But.”

She hesitated, then gathered her courage again and raised her gaze. The veined c*ck was about to enter her field of vision, but she deliberately shook it off and looked into Lucas’s eyes instead.

“Ah……”

And forgot everything.

No, rather than forgetting, it would be more accurate to say she couldn’t pay attention to anything else.

In the gaze of the man looking straight at her, she felt raw, vivid emotions.

Possessiveness, affection, desire directed at her.

Emotions that couldn’t be fully expressed by any words swirled within.

The fact that all those emotions were directed at her made heat rise from deep within her body.

Giselle tensed her thighs and crossed her legs. Her body, which hadn’t been embraced by him for a long time, felt like it would beg to be held at any moment.

“Yes. Hah, keep looking at me like that.”

As a hot breath escaped between her lips, a m*an also escaped from Lucas along with his heated breathing.

She had been clutching the bed sheets tightly, but unconsciously moved her hand toward her chest. She wasn’t even aware of herself as she slipped her hand into the parted robe.

The only thing Giselle was conscious of was the man looking at her.