Chapter 75 : Interlude – Daily Life (1)
A Holiday Without Work.
Mahdi Lisan’s adopted daughter, Kalia, began her morning earlier than most.
“Mm, I slept well.”
It was still dawn, before the sun had even risen.
She stretched with a yawn and sat up.
Her hair was tousled and tangled from the night, and her body was covered in smudges here and there.
Carefully, so as not to wake her roommate, she got out of bed.
Her gaze drifted to the clock hanging on the wall.
What time is it now?
Ah, five thirty.
That’s plenty of time to wash up and get ready.
Rustle.
She found her slippers with her toes, slipping them on as they had been wandering somewhere on the floor.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she walked to the bathroom and turned on the light, and only then did her appearance, hidden in the darkness, come into full view.
“Was it too intense last night? I should’ve taken it a bit easier.”
From the top of the foot to the soft pale pink nipples, the nape of the neck, the face, and so on.
There isn’t a single place untouched.
Everything is covered in semen and vaginal fluids, and scattered with bits of hair shed from the body.
It’s the result of howling and thrusting, burning with carnal desire from early evening until past midnight.
You could say it’s the precious proof of love and lust, the evidence of submission left by her beloved partner.
Others might be horrified to see it, but for her, it was just everyday life.
She always did this whenever she had free time, anyway.
Whoosh.
She turned on the shower.
As the water poured down, she washed away the dirt accumulated overnight.
She carefully cleaned even the hard-to-reach areas like her belly and sternum, hidden beneath her large breasts.
The sticky secretions slowly washed away, leaving her skin flushed and warm from the hot water.
As always, her skin felt firm and radiant—so much so that other women envied her and often asked about her skincare routine.
I could understand how those people felt, but unfortunately, I couldn’t tell them the secret.
Why?
Well.
How could I possibly explain, “It’s thanks to having my husband nourish my body every day”?
Where else could you find a lucky woman whose husband stays perfectly healthy despite them being intimate several times a day, every day, like me?
Most people complain just trying to manage two or three times a week.
“Hmph.”
Of course, I didn’t feel sorry for them.
If they’re bitter, they should’ve chosen their men better.
Finding someone who satisfies you, and grooming yourself so that person likes you—that’s all part of being a woman, isn’t it?
Those inferior beings who can’t do that don’t even deserve to envy the winners.
They should just spend their lives bitter and defeated.
Because that’s exactly what suits those kinds of women.
“Where did I put the cleansing solution…?”
After washing her body with a washcloth and soap, she didn’t forget to clean her intimate area as well.
For a pleasant time with her husband, it had to be clean and fragrant.
That’s why she had stocked up on a cleansing potion developed by academy-trained mages, paying a hefty price.
It cost three months’ salary for just one bottle, but she didn’t regret it.
Honestly, it was very expensive, but Ishmael praised her for the nice scent, so it was worth it.
No matter how much money it took, it was fine.
Click.
After wiping the flesh around her vulva and nearby areas, it was time to clean inside.
Pressing gently on her lower belly, she used her fingers to spread her vaginal opening, and a white liquid slowly flowed out from inside her uterus.
It was the semen she received last night—a precious raw material for making a baby.
Having done this many times before, the amount was quite large—maybe about a paper cup full.
In the past, it was hard to even fill half that amount, but it had increased a lot since then.
It was definitely worth it to feed him well and carefully manage both his stamina and health.
Thinking that, Kalia smiled.
‘What a bit of a waste.’
It felt a shame to let something she had worked hard to receive from her body just flow away down the drain.
After all, it was the precious seed her husband had given her.
But there was no helping it.
To receive fresh semen today, the old had to be expelled.
Who in the world would like a hole coated with thick, white clumps?
In managing her body, Kalia’s top priority was always whether Ishmael would like it.
“All done.”
After expelling all the semen and cleaning inside thoroughly, her vulva returned to its usual color and shape.
The pale pink reproductive organ, hidden between the milky white glowing skin folds, was still clean.
Even after so many uses, there was no discoloration or deformation—just the original color and form.
The only thing that had changed was the vaginal tightness, perhaps.
Since she had known men, she had learned how to make her body please a penis.
Though the outside looked the same, inside it was a custom-fitted receptacle and sealing device made only for one person.
A personalized vagina meant only for Ishmael.
Though not yet married, Kalia’s body was already being optimized for her husband.
‘I’m glad I kept my hymen intact. So I can offer it to him.’
She had thought this many times—thankfully, she hadn’t touched her vagina through masturbation.
If the membrane had torn before meeting her husband, her virginity would have been doubted forever.
Of course, Ishmael wasn’t the type to care about such things, but for Kalia, it was important.
Leaving even a small question in the mind of the person she had decided to serve and devote herself to for life.
That alone was an unbearable shame as a woman.
Click.
Turning off the shower, Kalia took out a towel and wiped the water from her whole body.
Using wind magic to dry her hair, she then spread lotion over her face and body.
Even at twenty-three, on the hairless groin and the freshly shaved armpits—everywhere.
After finishing grooming with rose-scented perfume, she stepped out, but her beloved was still lost in a dream.
“Ugh… I can’t anymore…”
What was he thinking that made it too much?
Could it be that he was imagining being with another woman in his sleep?
‘It’s okay. After all, I’m the only woman who’ll be by his side.’
A surge of jealousy rose for a moment, but she held it back.
She didn’t want to be a woman jealous over such ridiculous fantasies.
In this world, the only woman who can take Ishmael’s side is herself.
No matter who he might be tossing around with in his dreams, she would serve him with a hundredfold devotion and bring him pleasure.
Continuously, until the day Ishmael can think of no one but Kalia.
“Ishmael, wake up. It’s already six thirty.”
“…”
She carefully pulled back the blanket and gently shook his body.
He didn’t wake up.
He must have been pretty tired last night.
“Ugh.”
Then there’s no choice but to wake him up myself.
“Are you still not going to get up? Huh? Even like this? Your loving partner is waiting for you like this.”
She climbed onto her husband’s body and shook his waist.
She pinched his nipples and then licked his neck—filled with affection, a little desire, and a playful tease.
Under the pressure from above, Ishmael finally came to his senses and opened his sleepy eyes.
“Kalia…?”
“Yes. The woman who belongs only to you, Kalia.”
The first thing that appeared in his eyes was the massive breasts pressing down on his chest.
And then, the flushed face of his wife looking down at him.
“What are you doing so early in the morning?”
“Well, you kept sleeping, didn’t you? The sun is already high in the sky; it’s time to get up.”
This was an era before artificial lighting was developed.
People’s daily schedules were naturally aligned with the sunrise and sunset.
They would wake before dawn and go to bed when the sun went down.
So Ishmael waking up now was almost like oversleeping.
At this time, others would have already gotten up, washed, and prepared for their day.
“…If you keep pressing down on me like this, I can’t get up.”
“That’s okay. It’s enough if your body is awake.”
Kalia licked her lips.
Seeing her husband’s half-asleep face made her desire rise again.
Her womb seemed to desperately plead to reunite with her little husband soon.
Anyway, since there was plenty of time today, following the call of instinct wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“I’ll move on my own, so just make sure you stay fully ready.”
“What? Wait—”
“Shh. Don’t say a word, my little kitten.”
Their lips met.
Tongues intertwined, exploring deep inside each other’s mouths.
At the same time, she twisted her waist slightly and slid the man’s firmly erect pillar into her.
“Ugh.”
The empty space inside her was filled.
She liked this.
It made her realize that after a lonely life without anyone to lean on, she finally had someone to rely on.
This was the man who made her see herself not as Kalia, the branch chief of Allein’s branch, but as Ishmael’s woman.
No matter how noble a woman is, this man showed her that in the end, true happiness comes from being embraced by a man.
She had tasted this hundreds, even thousands of times already, yet no matter how often, she never got tired of it.
Probably, it would always be the same.
No matter how high a position or power she gained, no matter what authority and status far beyond what she had now she might obtain.
The moment their bodies touched, she would still become a submissive woman to her husband.
But she didn’t mind.
Life without knowing a man was far less satisfying, and she had no regrets.
At least, she wouldn’t be lonely when she died.
“I’ll keep it light, just twice. Doing too much now will make the afternoon exhausting.”
She raised her hips and then thrust down firmly.
For a while, the sound of pounding and their moans echoed together through the bedroom.
*****
“Well done, Ishmael. Even just waking up, your lower body is still full of vigor.”
“Grrr…”
“I’ll prepare breakfast, so take your time washing up and come out.”
Satisfied after finishing, Kalia left her groaning husband lying there like a zombie.
Ishmael, who had been sprawled out for a while, finally gathered himself.
“Why does the frequency of intercourse keep increasing?”
Back in the day, once a day was enough.
But somehow, the frequency just keeps going up.
Two, three times, and now even on weekdays, he has to do it at least five times to feel satisfied.
On relaxed weekends, it’s easily double digits.
There’s never a day when his manhood dries from vaginal fluids and saliva marks.
By Earth standards, it’s at a level where sudden death could happen anytime.
Yet strangely, his stamina and virility keep increasing, so he can somewhat endure it.
Is it thanks to the stamina pills and magic effects of this world?
“Honestly, I don’t dislike it.”
As a man, he liked having a woman who loved him clinging to him.
And her wanting affection in bed was actually a welcome thing.
He just wished she would hold back a little right after waking up.
Getting worked up first thing in the morning made his body feel too exhausted.
“Or maybe not? The total number throughout the day is about the same, so maybe it evens out.”
Muttering a quietly satisfied complaint, Ishmael slowly washed himself in the shower.
After scrubbing down his muscles, honed by sex and Kalia’s healthcare, he stepped out wrapped in a shower gown.
His wife was in the kitchen, cooking something.
“Oh, you’re out? The soup is just about ready.”
And there she was—wearing nothing but a naked apron.