Side Story 7

“…….”  

“Speak. Who taught you to say things like that?”  

Yesterday, both her Daddy and Mommy had scary faces. Olivia, her eyes brimming with tears, looked at Helen with a hurt expression.  

But Helen’s face was unwavering. Olivia was a child so precious she would never tire of her, yet because she had gotten everything so easily, she had developed a bad habit: whenever she felt wronged or angry, she would cry, throw a fit, and lie down. This was the time to fix that habit. As Helen made up her mind, Olivia suddenly yelled.  

“Mommy, I hate you too!”  

Helen took a short breath, about to speak again, when Raymond interrupted.  

“Helen.”  

“Mommy too! I hate Mommy and Daddy both!”  

Before Raymond could say anything, Olivia jumped up and stormed out. The one who stopped her parents from following was Henry, who had silently entered the living room.  

“I’ll go check on her. You both rest.”  

* * *

Olivia, marching out of the living room, headed straight for the stables. She bolted the door so the nanny couldn’t come in, then plopped down on the straw. Being left alone, the sadness welled up inside her.  

As Olivia sniffled, a wet tongue gently licked her cheek. Turning her head, she recognized her friend and hugged the foal.  

“Nana!”  

Unlike the other horses, each in their own pen, the foal was the only one allowed to roam the wide stable. Olivia rubbed her cheek against its soft fur. Nana licked her plump cheeks a few more times, then settled beside her.  

Ignoring the worried nanny and maid lingering at the stable door, Henry knocked.  

“Are you in there, Little Fairy?”  

“……”  

Olivia, who had been stroking Nana’s nose, moved closer at the familiar voice. A question suddenly came through the door.  

“Aren’t you hungry?”  

“…I am.”  

“I brought some bread. Want to eat together?”  

Her ears perked up at the good news. After hesitating, she opened the door to find Henry standing there with bread.  

“Is it good?”  

“Yeah!”  

Since she’d barely eaten breakfast, the warm bread Henry brought was a feast. After eating the bread heartily, Olivia’s face softened considerably.  

“Does Samton like it here too?”  

“Yeah. Want to know something?”  

Henry smiled quietly, wiping crumbs from his niece’s cheek as he answered.  

“The one at the very end, James.”  

Olivia’s gaze shifted to the far end. There was a horse eating feed, flicking its tail.  

“That’s my horse. My brother gave it to me when I turned ten.”  

“Wow!”  

Hearing this for the first time, Olivia clapped her hands. Henry pinched her soft cheek and kissed her small forehead at her innocent reaction.  

“Why are you so envious?”  

“You named it! Only someone you love can do that.”  

“Really?”  

Henry grinned and asked suddenly,  

“By the way, did you know our mansion got a new name yesterday?”  

“Really? What is it?”  

Olivia’s eyes widened at the news. Henry whispered,  

“Olivia Hall.”  

“……”  

“Our family always names the mansion after what’s most precious to us.”  

Olivia’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Henry’s smile grew even warmer at her innocent reaction.  

“Your mother and father love you more than anything in the world, Olivia. And so do I.”  

“Samton……”  

Big tears rolled down Olivia’s cheeks. She regretted shouting and running away so much.  

“My brother scolded you because he was worried you’d get hurt again. And my sister-in-law scolded you because she wants you to be loved by everyone.”  

“……”  

“You’re going to apologize, right? Together?”  

“…Yeah.”  

Olivia wiped her tears and nodded bravely. Henry smiled brightly and opened his arms.  

“Good girl. Come here, Little Fairy.”  

And so, this runaway episode would end.  

The lost little fairy would return to her parents’ arms and find happiness again.  

Henry hugged her small, soft body tightly and laughed.  

Now, only one thing remained.  

* * *

Olivia, who came back on her own and apologized, was showered with kisses from her Mommy and Daddy before being let go.  

Then she quickly left to play with Henry. Charlotte joined them, and the three went down to the city, leaving the mansion quiet.  

It was a rare, peaceful time, but since becoming pregnant, Helen had been sleeping more, so she went to bed early.  

She woke from a deep sleep to the sound of muffled moaning. The rough, suppressed groans pierced her ears. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Raymond sitting in a chair at her bedside. He was still as handsome as ever—swept-back blond hair, a straight forehead, blue eyes like cornflowers, and a cool, sharp nose.  

But tonight, he was different. His cheeks were flushed, jaw clenched, and his face showed tension. As Helen’s gaze drifted downward, she froze at the sight.  

His p*nis was fully *rect, straining against his trousers. Raymond was rhythmically stroking his dark, veined shaft with one hand.  

“Ugh.”  

Helen should have closed her eyes, but instead she watched, mesmerized. Each time a beast-like groan escaped his lips, she felt a tingling, heated sensation deep inside.  

Raymond, who had been pleasuring himself while watching his sleeping wife, finally tilted his head back. White s*men spurted from the tip.  

“Ha… ah.”  

His chest rose and fell like someone exhausted. In that instant, he met Helen’s gaze.  

But the one who was truly flustered was Helen. Raymond, smiling with his eyes, asked suddenly,  

“Did you enjoy the show?”  

“……”  

Helen’s heart raced. She was frozen like a statue as Raymond used a handkerchief to wipe the s*men from his hand and the tip, then reached out to touch her cheek. Helen flinched, and Raymond’s lips curled up.  

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump you. I’m just cleaning up.”  

Helen felt both relief and a strange disappointment. Ignoring the latter, she blushed.  

“Pervert. Lecher. Filthy devil.”  

“Suddenly?”  

“Doing that in front of your sleeping wife?”  

“I’ve done it to my unconscious wife before, you know.”  

“……”  

“You liked it too.”  

Helen, flustered by his words, turned her back, face burning red all the way to her ears.  

“If you’re done… get out.”  

“Helen. Darling. My winter forest fairy.”  

Raymond called her in a sweet voice, not even bothering to fix his trousers as he climbed onto the bed. The mattress tilted to one side, and soon he embraced her from behind.  

“The doctor said you’re in the stable period now.”  

“……”  

“Don’t you want to do it too?”  

“N-no.”  

Helen tried to push away the hands clasped around her belly, but the more she struggled, the more she felt his hard shaft pressing against her from behind. It was like being wrapped by a snake’s coil.  

As Helen floundered, Raymond’s hand slid up her soft white thigh, pulled up her nightgown, and moved her underwear aside. He smiled silently at her moist entrance and instructed,  

“Bring your thighs together.”  

He sucked and nibbled at her ear.  

“I won’t put it in. But it’ll still feel good.”  

Helen wanted to refuse, but her body, conditioned to his scent and touch, began to crave pleasure. Hesitant, she nodded and pressed her thighs together.  

Raymond quickly pulled down her underwear, wet his fingers, and spread the moisture between her soft thighs.  

“If it’s dry, you’ll hurt. You’re already a bit wet, though.”  

Helen buried her face in the pillow, embarrassed by his crude words. The tip of his shaft pressed between her thighs, slowly rubbing all the way in. The stimulation made Helen m*an.  

“Sorry. I can’t help myself.”  

Raymond held her still-flat belly with one hand and squeezed her br*ast with the other, gently biting her neck.  

“Then I’ll move.”  

His p*nis slid back and forth between her thighs, constantly rubbing her swollen cl*toris. At the same time, his fingers teased her hardened n*pples, rubbing, pressing, and pinching. The dual sensations made Helen’s m*ans grow louder. As Raymond thr*st between her thighs, he whispered in her ear,  

“Ha. Do you remember what I said before?”  

“W-what, mm…”  

“I said I liked your wet p*ssy, but I wanted to taste your milk too.”  

“Ah… no… don’t…”  

Helen clung to the sheets, shaking her head. Raymond bit her shoulder, laughing softly.  

“Don’t worry. When the second baby comes, I’ll save plenty for the baby. So, ah…”  

His shameless teasing made her thighs tremble, squeezing his shaft like her inner walls. The sudden tightness made Raymond grit his teeth and thr*st harder. The sound of his hips slapping against her echoed in the bedroom. His p*nis slid between her wet thighs for a long while.  

“Ah… ah!”  

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Helen’s eyes rolled back and her body went limp with a short cry. Raymond, holding her exhausted body, thr*st a few more times before climaxing himself.  

Helen, utterly spent, could only catch her breath. Raymond, on the other hand, was still energetic. Amid the mess of fl*ids on the bed, he bent down and kissed her shoulder.  

“Hurry and let me drink more. I’ll s*ck until your br*asts are swollen.”  

“……”  

“Good night, Darling.”  

Feeling his still-hard shaft slowly slide out from between her messy thighs, Helen lost consciousness.  

She used to think she’d married a gentle giant, but after marriage, she realized her partner was a fox—shameless and l*stful, with nine tails.  

A sly, lascivious fox.  

<The Flower Rots, and You Remain> End of Side Story