Chapter 43

The Fourth Plan. To increase the intimacy between the father and the son. (13)

“—it feels empty. Hanh—”

He bit his lips as his phallus was burrowed into me once again. Oh, I shouldn’t have said that just now. Gellerhard hugged me as he rammed in from behind this time. As he wrapped my body tightly from behind my back, Gellerhard then kissed my cheek and ear.

There wasn’t much movement, but I could feel his presence every time I breathed. Gellerhard cupped my breasts in his hands and squeezed them slowly. Somehow, I could feel his breath getting hotter with each and every breath that I took.

Normally, I would have asked him to stop at an appropriate level, but today was a special day, so I gave in to Gellerhard’s wishes a little more. I was going to have a solo session for the next half a year, so I would like to enjoy this a little extra today. As I turned my head, Gellerhard immediately kissed me on the lips and rubbed his lips together until his lips became blistered. Gellerhard started to move slowly behind me and I started to wriggle my bottom little by little in response.

We took a break for a while and did it once more while overlapping against each other over and over again. His bed was all a mess, crumpled and wet, so I figured that I would eventually have to make the bed again before taking a bath for both myself and Gellerhard and finally went back to bed again.

While we called the maid to prepare the bath water, Gellerhard and I just sat huddled on the dirty bed while being draped over in gowns as both of us were soaked in sweat and possibly, in other fluids through those several climaxes earlier as well. It was hard to sit with my back straight, so I leaned against Gellerhard’s body instead.

“Whaa—”

Involuntarily, a large yawn soon escaped. My lips parted wide open and tears began to well up in the corners of my yawning eyes as Gellerhard’s fingertips wiped them away. I became embarrassed for literally nothing and belatedly covered my mouth with my hand as I made up an excuse.

“I feel so sleepy right now. Gellerhard, what about you?”

“…so am I.”

That was a lie since there had not been even a hint of sleepiness in his purple eyes. Well, Gellerhard, who would be going out without knowing the future ahead, and me, who was aware that he would still be alive until the end of the war anyway. The tension between the two of us couldn’t be the same after all. I patted his chest, which I had scratched with my fingernails just earlier. If he was young like Carl, I would definitely hold him in my arms and pat him on the back to sleep, but Gellerhard was far too big for that already.

“Didn’t you always have some sleep?”

On the nights before leaving? I didn’t specifically ask that, but he could understand what I was actually trying to say.

“Absolutely not.”

I sensed that he actually wanted to hide from those ambiguous words. If it wasn’t really like that, then he would have briefly answered with a curt ‘no’.

“I was going to pat you while singing you a lullaby if you can’t sleep though.”

“Ah—”

“Lying down on a clean blanket after taking a bath as I relax myself next to you while patting you like this…”

I gently patted Gellerhard’s chest with my hand. The fingernail marks from earlier had already disappeared. It was rather fortunate since I didn’t want to be a wife who hurt her own husband’s body, which had been unscathed even amidst war.

“When I was little, my mother would sometimes do it if I couldn’t sleep… Would you like me to as well?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then I’ll do it for you—huaa.”

A second yawn leaked out without warning. Gellerhard, who had wiped away the tears from my eyes, rang the bell and sent the maid off. After taking a bath in the warm bathtub, I was finally able to lie down on a clean bed just like the first time. As promised, I began to sing the lullaby that I sometimes crooned to Carl as I lay down next to Gellerhard while still patting his chest.

I never thought that a day would come when I would put an adult husband of mine to sleep like this, but since the situation was quite special, I just had to accept this kind of childishness. Gellerhard’s chest began to rise and fall slowly at some point due to my patting hands. As I gazed at the handsome face, which had become completely asleep, I seemed to have dozed off as well. Knowing that my husband along with that handsome face of his would come back to me unscathed had made me feel at ease.

The next day, right at the end of the ceremony, Gellerhard held Carl in his arms and kissed me on the lips just like before. Even if he didn’t deliberately hug Carl like previously, he could already hug his heir naturally now. Young Carl wasn’t aware of anything as he reached out his hand to touch his father’s armor, mantle and whatever else he could find since his father appeared to be wearing a set of different clothes today. As he would soon leave such a child behind, Gellerhard continued to kiss me on the lips one after another. Then, a sad sigh eventually escaped his lips.

“Do it again when you come back later.”

He nodded his head as I spoke while covering his lips that were not yet ready to leave mine. I took Carl from his arms again before putting him down and rearranged his clothes, which had been disturbed by Carl’s touch before. How troubling it would have been if a child had messed it up, which eventually made my hand move just like that for no real reason at all.

“Gellerhard, you will be coming back to me in good health.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m telling you now. Think about what you’d like to do as soon as you get back.”

“Okay.”

“Now, go ahead.”

“Yes.”

My hand soon moved away from Gellerhard’s collar and he turned before going through the ranks of all the knights. I hugged Carl as he tried to chase after his father. Even though I had become close with Gellerhard, Carl was still whom I liked the most and he proceeded to stay quietly in my arms.

Gellerhard did not look back at us. Instead, Gellerhard DeMancier, who had the authority to command the war, was leading the knights and soldiers with an upright attitude that had been the most befitting of a Commander. Carl’s little dog was roaming around us as it whimpered at people’s strange movements.

That afternoon, Carl had cried as he searched for his father, who was now nowhere to be seen. As I soothed the crying Carl while knowing that he would return in half a year, knowing that he would definitely return safely, I started suppressing the feeling of wanting to cry as well. It was such a bitter, depressing and gloomy afternoon.

The Fourth Plan. To increase the intimacy between the father and the son—succeeded.