Chapter 258: Epilogue (2)

Chapter 258: Epilogue (2)"Ugh, just...! Thrust it...! Ah...!"

As Ferzen pressed down on her body with his superior physique, twisting his monstrosity into her womb and putting all his weight on it, Lizzy turned her upper body diagonally and tried to push away Ferzen's chest.

Squeak!

But she moaned pathetically and Ferzen roughly grabbed her arms and pushed her against the bed, pinning her in place.

Then he wrapped his other hand around her waist, moving his hips like a mad beast.

His engorged glans scrapped Lizzy’s womb, marking her with his pre-cum.

Squish!

Shook!

Squish!

Since her body was pressed against the bed, naturally, her bottom stuck backward.

Her abdomen bulged with each trust, as Ferzen penetrated her deepest place.

"Haa...!"

Perhaps he was trying to change positions now.

Sitting on the bed, he now pulled Lizzy into his arms.

"Ah..."

With that, Lizzy easily knew that this was not an extension of their mating,

But the end of the long-lasting intercourse.

After trapping her in his embrace, making her unable to escape,

His bulging monstrosity finally spewed his thick seed inside her womb.

Throb-!

Lizzy's body writhed due to instinctive discomfort, but Ferzen's arms kept her trapped in his embrace without letting go.

After the long ejaculation ended, and only the lingering warmth of the fading heat remained...

Rustle.

Ferzen grabbed a clean cloth placed in the corner and began to gently wipe Lizzy's body.

"Isn't it funny?"

"..."

"We've only mixed bodies twice now, yet the reaction you show is truly amazing."

Was a man's attachment to a woman through sex this deep?

"If I had known this would happen, maybe it would have been better for me to spread my legs for you long ago."

Each of Lizzy's words was clearly mocking and ridiculing, but Ferzen ignored it and continued to wipe her body.

"If you're going to be considerate, why don't you pull out that dick of yours stuck in my womb right now."

Or,

“Are you going to use me as your toilet too?”

Twich.

Tilting her head back slightly, Lizzy cupped Ferzen's face with both hands and smiled while looking at him.

“Try it. It will be fun.”

"Sigh."

With a deep sigh, Ferzen put down the cloth he had used to wipe her body on the bed.

Then, slightly raising his body to make Lizzy bend over, he carefully pulled out his deeply embedded penis.

Squelch!

With an obscene sound, beyond her spread vulva,

Her cervix, fully holding the ejaculated semen without spilling a single drop, began to prolapse.

"Oh?"

"......"

"Are you surprised?"

Swaying her buttocks gently, Lizzy adjusted her posture and smirked at Ferzen.

“I bet those bitches of yours are always leaking your seed...But I can’t do that, can I?”

"Your words are filthy."

"Isn't that better than you, whose words and actions don't match?"

Not backing down from any remark, Lizzy leaned against Ferzen and reached out to gently wrap her hand around his still twitching monstrosity.

The feelings Ferzen had for her were the most primal desires comparable to survival instincts.

The attraction and attachment formed through that could hardly be called love.

But even if human emotions were highly volatile, there was no expiration date for such primal desires.

Aren't humans such imperfect creatures that they mistake the tension felt on a shaky bridge for affection towards the other person?

So in the end, if the moment comes when he mistakes it for love, how fun would that be?

I hope you come to know the pain of unfulfilled love through me.

Also,

I hope you can't feel even a bit of pleasure in the process of embracing a woman other than me.

Furthermore, if I bear your child,

I hope you become a father who is resented by his child for life.

May all your sadness, agony, and those tears,

Please be because of me.

With that wish, Lizzy removed her hand, licked Ferzen's semen from her palm, and smiled

*****At 5 AM,

Ferzen, who was sleeping in Lizzy's bedroom, got up carefully so as not to wake her.

Euphemia was now in her final month of pregnancy, with not much time left until her due date, so he was devoting almost all his time to her.

But Ferzen's expression was so different from what she had imagined, filled with such deep affection, that Euphemia slowly lowered her hands.

Somehow, being embarrassed by this situation itself seemed rude.

"Let's go."

"Mn..."

Soon, Ferzen finished up and took her hand to help her stand, and Euphemia leaned on that gentleness as they retraced their steps together.

And in that corridor where they walked alone, Ferzen, showing a bit of hesitation, opened his mouth.

"I was truly surprised."

"About what...?"

"Your reaction when you accepted Lizzy and Laura."

"Ah..."

Truthfully, had Euphemia received the news of Ferzen’s ‘Death’, she might have had a different reaction.

But since she was blissfully ignorant of the truth...

“Honestly...I was rather shocked to hear about Lady Rosenberg.”

"......"

“...I wish I could have said I approved of her since she followed you to the battlefield, and since you both already cared for each other, it would have been fine for you to take her...”

However,

"If I were to tell you my true feelings, the moment I heard she was infertile, I lost all interest to the point where the shock was meaningless."

Ferzen might not easily empathize.

But for a woman, the difference between being able to carry the child of the man she loves and not being able to do so was superior to the "gap in status."

“In the end, even if she’s young, beautiful, and from a powerful family won’t change that fact.”

Of course, sometimes she might stand above Euphemia.

Laura De Charles Rosenberg would be much more helpful to Ferzen than Euphemia El Lauren Louerg.

However, Laura De Charles Louerg could not beat Euphemia El Lauren Louerg.

With just that, Euphemia felt no resentment towards Laura.

No, she even felt pity for her.

As time passes, being born with a woman's body and being infertile.

It would make her terribly sad.

"Then why did you show such a reaction to Lizzy?"

"Because she doesn't love you. And neither do you."

At their first meeting, she was naturally wary.

But the words Lizzy said to Yuriel and herself were still vividly etched in her mind, unable to be erased.

「Why are both of you so wary of me when all of you wear shackles on your ankles made from the pain and suffering that man gave you? Why do you keep trying to see who’s better in that aspect?」

「You think you have a monopoly on sorrow and pain just because you’re forced into marrying him?」

「I lost everything because of him.」

「And you. Just because you’re raised for him, and were denied for a while, you think your suffering is greater than mine?」

「It’s better to live as myself, as Lizzy Poliana Claudia, than to surrender myself to him, as his victim.」

「So, if you decide this hierarchy as to who suffered more from him, wouldn’t I stand at the very top?」

Words spat out clearly in a voice full of venom.

In a different sense, they also struck at the vital points of Yuriel and Euphemia.

Because they couldn't say it was completely wrong.

Unlike Yuriel, Euphemia, who belatedly learned of the bad ties between Lizzy and Ferzen, couldn't say anything more.

Of course, if she had wanted to know, she could have found out, but deliberately not digging it up was a choice she had made in the past, so she had no regrets.

To be honest, she felt rather relieved.

If Lizzy's current life by Ferzen's side was the karmic retribution for the original sin she had committed...

...She thought it was unfairly light.

However, even Euphemia, who was usually dense, could easily deduce, considering Ferzen's actions so far, that some secret between the two of them had forcibly formed this life.

Perhaps that was the dagger they each held to the other's heart, a taboo that must not be unearthed.

"I don't know what she wants to observe by your side, but if she's not trying to break this happiness... I support your choice."

"......"

Was this the same Euphemia of the past?

The woman who always looked at him with a mixture of resignment and fear was now comforting him.

Click.

Euphemia, who reached out and opened the door when they arrived in front of the bedroom, looked up at him and asked.

"Well? Have I become a wife that suits you a little now?"

Her green hair, fresh as if it could hold spring.

Her beautifully shining golden eyes.

Her red lips holding a smile.

Facing everything in her expression, Ferzen opened his mouth.

"More than enough..."

Rather, it's too much for me.

Euphemia.

My beloved woman.

And.

My beloved wife.