Nicholas let out a low breath as he made Rarien’s hand grip and stroke his c*ck, using the prec*m as lubricant. Rarien met his gaze while feeling every hidden ridge inside what had appeared smooth on the outside. 

 The reason for him m*sturbating. Rarien decided to voice what she had only guessed at back then. 

 “…… Because you wanted me?” 

 “I wanted you. So much that my c*ck would get hard and I couldn’t do anything, it was torture…” 

 Unlike before when he had denied it, Nicholas admitted it readily now. 

 “That’s obvious, but there were unavoidable circumstances.” 

 “What circumstances?” 

 “The circumstance that…… this thing just wouldn’t die down unless I came.” 

 The corner of his mouth tilted crookedly. 

 “That’s when sweet Rien asked me, ‘Shall I help you?'” 

 “…..” 

 “You even begged me, saying ‘Please let me help you. Please……’ Don’t you remember?” 

 “W-when did I ever beg like that. I just…… wanted to help because you looked so pitiful……” 

 Even thinking back now, that unnecessarily desperate look had been quite adorable. Rarien grumbled while trying to play innocent, embarrassed. 

 Her suddenly acting prim and proper like this when she was being doted on, with her usual vitality still intact, was lovely too. 

 Well, she’s my Rarien after all. Of course she’s lovely. Indeed. 

 Nicholas still felt the urge to put his wife entirely in his mouth and suck and lick her thoroughly from head to toe whenever he looked at her. 

 But he couldn’t let his guard down just because they were married. 

 He had to coax her very gently so the skittish woman wouldn’t get startled and run away again. 

 “So you’re saying I don’t look pitiful now? When your husband has his c*ck standing like this, not knowing what to do?” 

 How vexing. There was no way such a healthy, magnificent husband with his large thing standing so straight could look pitiful, but thinking of the past made him feel newly emotional. 

 Rarien stared down at Nicholas’s member forcibly placed in her hand. It was a thick and large c*ck that was difficult to grip even with one hand. 

 There was a time when she had to make a mold and manufacture it because she was afraid he might never be able to touch this perfect c*ck again. 

 She used to wait until that glass c*ck of the same shape would warm up before using it. 

 Compared to then, she’s incredibly happy now.

‘A living… real c*ck.’ 

 Rarien savored the sensation of the c*ck in her small, fidgeting hands. 

 When she firmly squeezed the shaft, it responded by standing even prouder and twitching, making Rarien feel inexplicably overwhelmed. 

 “Please help me. It’s prettier and performs better than Big Nicki, right?” 

 Nicholas made his appeal in a cute way, as if reading her mind. A ticklish laugh scattered. 

 “This is a mission that only Rarien Reinhart can do. Let’s think of it as a mission given by the Lord.” 

 “A mission?” 

 “Yes.” 

 Nicholas pulled Rarien close against his chest. Huk, as his body scent washed over her, her mind grew hazy. 

 To Rarien, Nicholas whispered in her ear as if casting a spell. 

 “The mission of taking responsibility for Reinhart’s future.” 

 His shameless hands pulled up the negligee Rarien was wearing, revealing her br*asts like moons. Nicholas swallowed hard and caressed that soft flesh. The full, rounded mounds yielded pliantly under his touch.

 “For example, nursing me.” 

 His other hand that had slipped into her panties explored her round b*ttocks before finding the spring pooled between her legs. As he stroked it lengthwise with his fingertips, squelching, wet sounds could be heard. 

 “And down here, taking all of me inside. Let’s help each other as fellow Reinharts.” 

 “Ahh-ng, yes.” 

 “See? You’re already wet just from looking at my c*ck, Rien. Will you be alright with this much fluid?” 

 With his fingertips coated in her love juices, he pushed his index and middle fingers into Rarien’s tightly closed entrance. 

 “Ahh!” 

 “Shall I help you?” 

 Though she had resolved not to live like a pushover anymore. 

 Even though she knew it was sophistry. What could she do when she wanted to pretend not to know and fall for this man’s sophistry? 

 When Rarien had no particular answer, Nicholas pleaded while kneading one br*ast fully with one hand while shallowly scratching at her entrance with the other. 

 “Haah, I feel like my c*ck will burst. Please help me, Rarien. Okay? Please……” 

 Unlike before, now Nicholas was the one desperately begging. 

 “I’ll help you.” 

 Rarien answered as if she was doing him a favor. While Rarien Reinhart was no longer a pushover, she could gladly become one for her one and only husband.

***

Rarien was a model student, diligent both before and after marriage.

She always gave her best in any given task, working several times harder than others and putting in extra effort. 

 And that wasn’t all. She was known for being exceptionally kind.

She couldn’t pass by anyone in trouble. She had to help and take care of them without fail. 

 That straightforward and naively honest personality made her known as the ‘famous pushover’ wherever she went.

Nicholas also knew his wife’s weakness very well.

Though it was regrettable for Rarien, he still often exploited her overly kind nature for his own selfish desires. 

 Well, what could he do? Just as it was Rarien’s nature to enjoy helping others and being kind, it was Nicholas’s nature to easily manipulate others and control them as he wished. 

 Since honesty is a virtue between spouses, he didn’t intend to actively hide it, but he also didn’t think there was any need to deliberately reveal it.

Nicholas thought he was simply not saying anything, not that he was daring to deceive her. 

 “Are you perhaps a dog?”

If our innocent Rarien were to ask like that? 

 “Yes. I’m a born son of a b*tch.”

Nicholas would have answered quite willingly in such a manner. 

 After all, wasn’t it already an open secret between them?

Nicholas often imitated Benjamin, swearing to be the Goddess’s dog, and in return, he licked her p*ssy. 

 And since he had her legal permission to become a dog for once, he would add other ‘dog-like acts’ as well, but Rarien either didn’t notice at all or seemed to think nothing of it. 

 Perhaps it was in her nature to be unable to suspect or think ill of others.

Even the troublemaker Sera Evotte, the deranged Madam Rosalie, and even the hysterical former Grand Duchess — the gentle Rarien embraced them all with love. 

 And that wasn’t all. She even loves this self-centered bastard as her husband…… 

 It was good that she was kind. No, if she hadn’t been kind, it would have been terrible.

That defenseless and innocent appearance of hers made Nicholas even more aroused.

Today was no different. 

 When they first decided to take a vacation, the Reinhart couple’s goal was to ‘do whatever they wanted to their heart’s content.’ 

“I want to sleep in late as much as I want. Draw as much as I want…… and take walks on the beach as much as I want, and read all the books I’ve been putting off as much as I want.” 

 Rarien’s wishes were all so modest they could make one chuckle. It would make more sense if she used her rich and capable husband to her advantage, but they were all simple things that could be done even without money. 

 On the other hand, what Nicholas Reinhart wanted was more luxurious and sophisticated. 

 It was simply to indulge in Rarien Reinhart to his heart’s content. Though outwardly, he said it like this: 

 “I don’t need anything else, I just need you, Rarien.” 

 But if one were to put his vulgar inner thoughts into words…… it was like this: 

 “What I want is you, Rarien. Shall I explain specifically, one by one?” 

 First, when he brought it up like this, the overly kind Rarien would surely prepare to listen intently with sparkling eyes. 

 “Having plenty of s*x with Rarien Reinhart, taking baths while keeping Rarien Reinhart inside, and spending all day feeding, dressing, putting to sleep, and observing Rarien Reinhart. That’s all there is to it, nothing else.” 

 “Easy, right? Just stay still and I’ll take care of everything.” 

 Though just imagining her troubled, whimpering face made him aroused, he had to be patient until his dear Rarien, like a timid herbivore, would walk right into his mouth. 

 Even he thought his obsession with Rarien was pathological. 

 He got her pregnant to save her life, and though they had two children, Nicholas’s interest was solely in Rarien. Even the fact that he accepted the title of Grand Duke title was purely because of Rarien. 

 If Rarien had insisted on remaining a nun, Nicholas wouldn’t have quit being a priest either. After all, having s*x in his office and in the confessional was the best. 

 Rarien gifted the Grand Ducal family with two heirs at once, and Nicholas gifted her a safe nest in return. There, the two of them formed a perfectly happy family. 

 The problem was that protecting that harmonious family left little time for just the two of them as a couple. Nicholas was very dissatisfied with this. 

 So Nicholas had won Rarien’s favor and brought her to the summer villa. To deceive her, he first prepared plenty of drawing materials and offered to be her n*de model. 

 Being alone with Rarien without any interruptions after so long…

 That alone was enough to arouse him. 

 The innocent gaze that stared fixedly, saying she would draw his perfect body, inevitably made his c*ck rise.

When she was troubled with teary eyes saying she couldn’t draw, f*ck, model or whatever. He had to forcibly hold back from wanting to devour her in one bite.