Epilogue

Aicel and Lucy’s future flowed smoothly.

The young lady of the Atrey Family became the head of her house without the help of the Penden Duchy or anyone else. The marriage talks between the two families faded and quickly broke off.

The Duke and Duchess, uninterested in anything but each other, didn’t oppose Aicel marrying Lucy Noctus. Out of courtesy, the Duchess passed on a piece of jewelry.

Lucy met the eldest son, Serian Penden. He confirmed Lucy could handle the youngest and promised his support.

With everything going smoothly, Aicel cherished Lucy even more. Since becoming one with Lucy, the world seemed safe and peaceful. Of course, he hadn’t completely tamed his temper.

In society, there was much talk about a noble scoundrel from the Penden family marrying a girl from a fallen noble house. Most of it was negative.

Aicel personally set out to stamp out the rumors. He barged into salons and gentlemen’s club smoking rooms, flinging gloves at those spreading gossip. If the source was a woman, her family’s men got hit with the glove. They also had to endure Aicel’s insults.

Challenging people to duels in the old-fashioned way just because of some gossip was terrible for one’s reputation. But Aicel didn’t care about reputation, so he could act out.

After a few times, all the rumors vanished. When he was an enemy, he was terrifying, but when he was on her side, Aicel was as comforting as a bowl of her grandparents’ stew. Lucy smiled with satisfaction.

‘Hmm. My man should always be on my side.’

Aicel became captain of the Crown Prince’s direct shooting squad. For that reason, he lived at the Imperial Palace. Normally, Lucy could live with him in his luxurious palace quarters by virtue of his captain’s privileges. But Lucy politely declined.

Lucy had dreams of being a businesswoman. She opened a second branch of ‘For the Life of Quality’ in the capital of a neighboring principality that traded closely with the Empire. The capital was two hours away by magic high-speed airship. 

***

Capital Airfield.

People bustled past.

The man in a splendid guardsman’s uniform stood out too much. Even among 100,000 Imperial citizens, his rare face and physique would catch anyone’s eye.

His silver hair was styled neatly, making him look like a stern soldier. His deep amber eyes shone like honey. Even his exposed forehead was handsomely shaped.

He carried a bouquet, making him even more noticeable. Anyone could see he was waiting for his lover, like a puppy with an owner, drawing sighs from passing ladies.

“Chairwoman Lucy Noctus is arriving.”

Lucy, who had successfully opened the second branch, was surrounded by her secretaries. The upgraded title from president to chairwoman seemed to please her, judging by her twitching lips.

“Aicel!”

Lucy spotted Aicel immediately and walked straight to him. Her smile, behind her optical sunglasses, was radiant.

A whale among shrimp could never be overlooked. That was the presence of Aicel Penden. So, even among a crowd, Lucy found him quickly, but Aicel saw it as a sign of their fated love.

The two had been weekend spouses for a year.

Newlyweds, yet apart during the week—everyone said Aicel would never stand it, but surprisingly, he waited well for Lucy.

He even shocked everyone by saying he couldn’t interfere with his wife’s work outside. Ulysses worried Aicel’s soul had been eaten by a demon and secretly bought holy water from Sybil to sprinkle on him.

Aicel learned to manage his excitement and longing. Sometimes, he’d borrow the Imperial Family’s express airship from the Crown Prince and show up unannounced.

“Lucy.”

Aicel gave Lucy flowers every week when she returned to the capital. He never forgot, even once.

Lucy enjoyed the bouquet’s scent, handed it and her sunglasses to her secretary, and opened her arms.

“Aicel. I missed you.”

Aicel hugged Lucy tightly, holding her with unwavering strength. He didn’t forget to bury his nose in her neck, sniffing her scent.

“You smell different.”

“I changed my perfume.”

“It’s not another man’s scent, is it?”

“Check later. But I still think your wet scent lingers in my hole.”

Aicel took a sharp breath. Her bold, risqué words made his heart pound, his chest rising and falling. His body temperature rose, and he reacted below.

What a daring woman. He could never leave her alone. Aicel imagined all sorts of affectionate acts with Lucy.

Ulysses, nearby, cleared his throat awkwardly at Aicel’s heated gaze. The secretaries and bodyguards, sensing Ulysses’s glance, nodded to each other and quickly formed a human wall around Aicel and Lucy.

“Chairwoman Lucy Noctus is having her kiss time.”

It was a public airport, but such is the way of a class society.

The way they whispered and signaled to each other was so funny that Lucy giggled. Just as Aicel was about to start the “kiss time” as the secretaries said, Lucy blocked his lips with her finger.

“Not here.”

Lucy slipped out of Aicel’s arms and started walking toward the exit. She glanced back with a smile, as if wordlessly telling him to follow.

Lucy’s moves were more dazzling than a fencing champion’s footwork. Aicel, like a honey-chasing bear, followed with dazed, empty eyes.

Only Lucy saw the truth. To passersby, it looked like a cold, exhausted beauty with a frightening aura was out to bury someone.

Thanks to that, no one dared approach them, even without help from secretaries or bodyguards.

***

Every weekend, the master couple was welcomed at the Penden mansion in the suburbs.

Aicel, having turned on flower-shaped magic lamps to create a subtle and mellow atmosphere, applied fragrant oil to his nearly dry hair.

Since Lucy had praised his moonlit, snow-white hair as beautiful, he didn’t forget to slightly draw back the curtain at the window near the bed.

Lucy, fresh from the bath, wore a robe just like Aicel. Likely, she wore nothing underneath, or just easy-to-remove underwear.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Aicel watched Lucy approach languidly and noticed something in her hand.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, this?”

Lucy’s steps quickened. With her loosely tied robe, every movement revealed her inner thigh through the robe’s opening.

Aicel, distracted by Lucy’s legs, didn’t immediately notice what she was holding out.

“Is it a present for me?”

In Lucy’s hand was a wine-colored velvet case. Judging by its shape, it was certainly a necklace. Lucy opened the case and smiled brightly as she explained.

“It’s the silver necklace you gave me a long time ago, Aicel. I’ve kept it all this time. Do you remember?”

“Hmm.”

He didn’t really remember. Lucy didn’t seem to mind that Aicel couldn’t recall. The silver necklace, engraved with a turtle and usually given to wish a child good health, wasn’t a very valuable item.

Lucy took out the silver necklace and put it on Aicel. Though originally made for a child and thus short, it looked like she’d replaced it with a longer chain. Lucy admired Aicel, whose pale face glowed dreamily in the moonlight. Even childish jewelry looked good on him, making his face a pleasure to adorn.

“Somehow…”

Lucy tilted her head and continued.

“It kind of looks like a dog collar?”

Aicel’s eyebrow shot up, and suddenly his hand slipped between the folds of her robe.

Lucy slowly climbed onto the bed on her knees and settled herself over Aicel, who was sitting. His hand, which had been stroking her thigh, now gripped her hip. He skillfully pulled off her string underwear, easily removing it, and drew Lucy’s body closer to him.

When his hand parted her robe a little more, one br*ast shyly appeared. The cold outside air made the tip stand up tall.

Aicel, hugging Lucy’s waist tightly, pressed his lips to her in haste. Lucy, raising her knees so her husband could suckle her br*ast more easily, enjoyed the ticklish sensation and asked,

“Ah… Was there anything delivered for me today? Cassia was supposed to send something.”

Aicel, busy sucking and licking, didn’t answer. He took the whole ar*ola into his mouth and sucked hard, making his cheeks hollow. He squeezed her other br*ast and rolled the tip between his fingers before flicking it.

“Tell me. Something came today, didn’t it? From Cassia. Ugh.”

Lucy gently stroked Aicel’s ear and hair as he suckled her br*ast, asking again.

“Hmph.”

Aicel snorted, clearly sulking. If she kissed him first, he’d cheer up quickly. Lucy grasped Aicel’s cheeks and pulled him away from her br*ast. Her lightly tugged br*ast bounced back into place.

Lucy leaned down and bit his moist lips.

As her hand, which had been touching his ear, moved down to tickle Aicel’s chest with her index finger, his breath grew warmer over her chest.

“Maybe because you’re a bit of a pervert, Aicel, you’re surprisingly sensitive.”

“Hah, ah… Touch me more.”

Aicel got even more excited when Lucy spoke roughly to him in bed.

“If you answer my question from earlier.”

“A d*ldo and a message card from Cassia Cervantes arrived. She said it’s just been finished and told you to try it out. Why do you need that?”

“Are you worried I’ll think you aren’t enough?”

Lucy teased Aicel, even though she knew that wasn’t the case. He frowned and spanked her bottom as if punishing her.

“Ah!”

“I’m going to be jealous of anything that goes in your lower hole. So don’t use it.”

Lucy didn’t bother to explain that using the new d*ldo was part of her strategy for marketing the new product. Instead, she whispered in Aicel’s ear.

“Aicel, do you want to watch me use the d*ldo?”

“…I do. I want to see.”

Men really are like a bundle of reeds, swaying back and forth.

Lucy took the d*ldo and covered it with a thin, moist rubber sheath. Targeted at those who enjoy penetration, it wasn’t small.

Lucy lay back comfortably and slowly rubbed the d*ldo against her intimate area with her right hand.

“Want some help?”

Aicel, watching closely, asked. Before she could answer, he rubbed her cl*toris with his thumb.

“Hnn…”

Pleasure began to surge and ripple. Apparently unsatisfied with just touching, Aicel removed his thumb and bent down.

His sharp, prominent nose pressed into the sensitive bump as he inhaled the sharp scent deeply.

When his tongue finally touched the sensitive spot, Lucy’s legs involuntarily tensed. Aicel gripped her knees, keeping her thighs apart. Then he began to greedily explore the heated nub with his mouth.

“Mm. Mm, ah.”

While he sucked below, Lucy pressed the firm d*ldo to her entrance and moaned softly. His handsome face was completely buried between her legs. The stimulation Aicel gave her was so intense that Lucy nearly dropped the d*ldo she was holding.

“Hah, mm.”

Her lower entrance was already slick with fluids. Aicel overlapped his hand on Lucy’s, and while licking her swollen cl*toris, he pushed the d*ldo into her instead.

“Uuugh…”

Halfway inside, Lucy moved her hand.

Aicel, lifting his head, licked his lower lip and watched Lucy pleasure herself with the d*ldo. He could see himself enter her anytime, but watching something else go in so close was an odd, strangely exciting feeling.

“Ah, mm, mm.”

Lucy let out soft moans and licked her lips. It wasn’t bad, but something was missing. Lucy grinned at Aicel’s eyes staring at her below.

“Ah, d*mn. It’s not t*rture, is it?”

Suddenly, what was filling her slipped out. Aicel had snatched the d*ldo away.

“I want to play a little more.”

“I don’t care, d*mn it. Tell that thing to get lost.”

Annoyed, Aicel tossed the d*ldo into a corner. Not knowing her husband’s frustration, Lucy raised her head and chattered.

“Oh! Should I name the product ‘Dog B*stard’s d*ck’? What do you think?”

“Please, talk about it later. I feel like I’m about to burst. That would be bad for you, right?”

Lucy glanced at Aicel’s lower body. She’d been too distracted to notice, but he was now fully er*ect. Even a bit of clear fluid was leaking from his tip.

“Bet you wish you could have it all, right? You should suck it up with your lower mouth.”

Gripping himself, Aicel lightly bobbed his member up and down. After tapping her entrance a few times, he finally slid into her slick inner walls.

“Ugh…!”

His jaw clenched, veins bulging. His focused eyes carefully watched Lucy’s face and reactions. Seeing his wife was fine, Aicel gripped her spread knees and began to move his hips.

Soon, the teasing, uncomfortable penetration tested his patience. Aicel hooked his arm under Lucy’s knee and lifted one leg, then began thrusting wildly.

The newlyweds’ bedroom filled with passion, and sharp cries echoed.

“Mm, mm, ah, ah, hah, ah!”

As soon as Lucy grew accustomed to the intrusion and pleasure, Aicel started pounding hard. He plunged fiercely into her sensitive inner walls, making Lucy cry out.

“Mm! Ahh, ah!”

Squish, squish. The wet joining made constant slick noises. Her cheeks flushed hot.

“Ah, d*mn, ah!”

Harsh but not frightening breaths burst out between his teeth. His elegant, beautiful face twisted with desire. Knowing she was the only one who could see him like this, Lucy’s possessiveness was satisfied.

“Say you love me, Lucy. Promise you’ll always be by my side.”

Lucy gave Aicel all the words he wanted. Even though her voice was muffled and nasal, Aicel seemed deeply moved.

“Lucy, hold me.”

Lucy embraced Aicel as he came closer. She felt his heart pounding loudly.

Lucy, catching her breath slowly, stroked Aicel’s hair as he clung to her chest, savoring the afterglow.

Somehow, she had a feeling she wouldn’t get to properly use Cassia’s new product all weekend. Once again, it seemed like they’d just eat and make love all weekend.

‘Well, maybe that’s fine…?’

Meanwhile, outside the quiet, dark suburban mansion, a pair of roe deer gazed at the only lit window in the otherwise dark building. One deer, rubbing faces with its mate, raised its neck and called toward the mansion.

– Yaaaaaah!

The roe deer’s cry sounded much like a middle-aged man’s wild shout. The two roe deer sang a cozy love duet.

– Yaaaaaah! Aaaah!

A moment later, a barrage of curses and the sound of gunfire rang out from the window, “You crazy b*stard, where are you!”

– …….

The affectionate pair of roe deer, as if blaming the humans for disturbing their private time, glanced back from afar, then quickly disappeared into the distant darkness.

“D*mn it, seriously, what kind of b*stard…!”

“Aicel, put down the gun, please! Just hold back once! I’ll spread my legs, wiggle my hips, and say something naughty!”

“…Really? Maybe I’ll hold back just this once.”

Watching her husband suddenly become calm and dignified, Lucy shook her head. Her sigh was tinged with laughter.

<Why Should I Be Responsible For Your Problem, Young Master> End.