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He didn't feel so well that morning.
He was in a better mood right after waking up, as soon as he woke up, he felt more satisfied just by looking at Lariette's face.
Although she was too tired to make love last night, she fell asleep holding hands.
She even kissed his forehead when she fell asleep first, remembering the warmth of the previous night, Asrahan smiled happily and hugged her. The touch of her round head against his chest was delightful.
"Wow..."
Lariette wriggled with a groan. As a result, her soft legs touched the bottom of Asrahan.
Asrahan's eyebrows moved with excitement; he was already very hard in the morning, and it had been a long time since they were together, so his body quickly heated up.
Even her breathing was a stimulus for him.
To make matters worse, Lariette kept moving to find a comfortable position and bumped against what was already at its peak.
"Ah..."
A deep groan flowed through Asrahan's lips. His blue eyes were already boiling.
"If it's on the same wavelength as your mind."
Asrahan thought, looking at Lariette's face still in the land of dreams. He wanted to keep her lips slightly parted at that moment.
He wanted to wind her up, mix their breaths, and color that beautiful face with pleasure.
His imagination soon led him to tightly grip her slim waist and move wildly. He was so absorbed that he could even hear her excited moan.
"..."
It wasn't until he heard Lariette's snoring that the imagination ended. Asrahan, who quickly returned to reality, looked at her face without understanding.
Carefully lowered pink eyelashes, cheeks as white as milk, rosy lips... she was so beautiful that he thought she was sacred.
"Looking at sleeping Lariette..."
He couldn't believe he was thinking such a mess. For now, guilt overwhelmed him.
Lariette is so busy these days that she can't even sleep well, but it was pathetic that he was the only one thinking about having a relationship with his wife as dissatisfaction.
What was even more reprehensible was that the lower part of his legs heated up rigidly in the midst of this, showing no signs of surrender as if he were cheering for the first time in a long time that he had come to Lariette.
How bad it was, he felt that he would not give up and show his presence even if he entered the cold water where there was a lot of ice, however, contrary to the expectation that it would never calm down, Asrahan's enthusiasm for warming up quickly cooled. It was his fault again.
"ID Lariette. I'm sorry for the morning, but the curse code..."
Lariette's bracelet glowed, and Atwood's voice came out. At the same time, Asrahan's face was horribly distorted.
"Why is your curse code so messed up and mixed every day?" Asrahan thought, grinding his teeth. At the same time, he wanted to take Lariette out and keep her by his side, regardless of whether the mistakes continue or not. He wanted to punch Atwood Rickiel in the back of the head every day, the one who interferes with his wife's sweet sleep.
"Well, alright... I'll be there. How bad is it?"
"Level 3. I think you'll have to stay in place all night to fix it properly."
"Oh my, level three, I'll have to get ready for filtering."
"I'll pick you up in half an hour. Please be prepared."
With a serious voice, Lariette tossed and turned in Asrahan's arms for a while and managed to lift her eyelids.
It was her smiling face as Asrahan's blurry figure appeared in her vision.
"I fell asleep, good morning..."
"...Yes, good morning."
Asrahan replied, trying to swallow the jealousy that had filled his throat. From the moment he knew he would be staying up all night with Atwood, no, from the moment he heard his voice, his "good mornings" had vanished. But Atwood was never out of his league as a coworker, and staying up all night was just part of the job. It would only seem like a child's whining showing displeasure in such a situation, Asrahan couldn't say anything and helped Lariette get ready to leave. Because there was nothing else he could do.
"I'm sorry, Asrahan. I'll hurry and finish this project, then we'll play a lot together. You know I love Asrahan the most, right?"
"Yes, don't overdo it."
"Yes! I'll be back, darling!"
Lariette kissed Asrahan's lips several times and left in Atwood's carriage. She couldn't bear to see the anxiety on the face of the person she loves the most.
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That night, unable to sleep due to jealousy, Asrahan suddenly visited Gerard. Gerard, who had just returned to the mansion after escorting Lariette, suddenly screamed while looking at Melissa, who was putting on her pajamas.
"Oh God! Melissa, a ghost, a ghost!"
"You idiot, it's the master!"
Melissa squeezed her husband's tumultuous head and greeted Asrahan. He responded briefly and immediately got to the point.
"Gerard, I need to talk to you about something."
"Counseling? What...?"
"Atwood Rickiel seems to have Lariette in mind. I'm going crazy thinking about the two of them together all night, what should I do?"
Gerard has been with Lariette all the time, so he may have already noticed Atwood's intentions. If that's the case, maybe he can provide some support with his comments. Asrahan thought so and sought advice, but what came back was a silly response.
"What? Atwood Rickiel?"
He had no idea. Gerard tilted his head, recalling the face of Sir Rickiel he had just seen. In the face of that stupid look, Asrahan classified him as a man who was only good at swordplay. At the same time, there was a surge of fear that Evan would grow up to be like Gerard.
"Am I bothering you?"
"In a way that doesn't bother Lariette."
"...then I don't know. Melissa, do you understand?"
When Gerard asked, Melissa also became dumbfounded. It was because they all dedicated their lives to combat. As they were all gathered together in that predicament, a hand approached.
"Why don't you visit him yourself?"
It was Hallstein, the most level-headed man in Candel recognized by Lariette. Asrahan frowned at the memory of losing to him and running away from home. Self-interest doubts followed.
"Lariette would hate it if I went to work at this late hour."
"She wouldn't mind a quick visit."
"It's a little strange to go all the way there just because I miss her."
"Then you can give another reason. For example..."
Hallstein smiled and shook his hand. It was a lunchbox, beautifully wrapped in a cute fabric.
"I heard that you're delivering snacks late at night because you're worried about your wife working all night."
As expected of Hallstein. Melissa blinked and admired him. Snacks at night? Asrahan never thought of delivering lunchboxes. He had a sad expression, but still made a proper justification to visit Lariette, even though he was horribly defeated in the sense-making match against Hallstein.
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Asrahan, who couldn't find a better way than Hallstein's in his mind, left the mansion with his lunchbox. As he passed through the gate to head towards the desert, his heart began to beat fast. It was because it was the first time he visited his wife who was working without telling her.
"How will Lariette react? Will she be happy to receive her lunchbox? Or would she be embarrassed to ask why he came to the scene?"
Asrahan nervously clenched the end of the fabric wrapped around his lunchbox. As he approached Lariette's quarters, his heart beat faster.
"Just in case..."
Fearing that bad rumors would circulate about Lariette. There were plenty of people who looked down on women and claimed she was in charge of a big project, but they only doubted her ability because of her gender. Asrahan wanted to replace all those men, but he gave up due to Lariette's dissuasion. The reason was that if he stepped forward, it would also speak of hiding behind her husband.
Asrahan's strides were so large that he soon arrived at Lariette's quarters. Thanks to the concealment, no one noticed that he had come. He swallowed dry saliva, rolled up the fabric, and entered the quarters. But soon, he encountered a ridiculous scene. Lariette was lying on the bed, seemingly with her eyes closed for a while. And then, kneeling beside her, Atwood looked at her face affectionately. He slowly caressed Lariette's face, moving his hand in the air, and slowly lowered his head. Soon, Atwood's lips were close to Lariette's. As soon as their lips were about to touch, Asrahan instinctively moved and drew an elegant sword that grazed the edge of Atwood's neck. As a result, Atwood's long green hair for a man was cut and fell to the ground.
"Leave right now."
Asrahan's blue eyes shimmered with unbearable anger. His furious voice was filled with wrath. Atwood turned slowly and looked at Asrahan. His face was calm, not as frightened as expected. Furious at his audacity, Asrahan grabbed him and warned him once again.
"Next time, I'll cut your throat."
"For what reason?" Atwood asked softly.
As if he hadn't done anything wrong, his face also showed curiosity. Asrahan bit his lips tightly. He wanted to break that rigid neck immediately, but he had to endure it.
"I saw what you were about to do."
"What did I do?"
"I was just checking on Lariette's condition."
"Did you see it wrong?" Atwood smiled and skillfully added. It was a laugh that clearly disregarded Asrahan. And then, a drowsy voice interrupted them.
"Hmmm... Asrahan? What is this...?"
Lariette, awakened by the sudden disturbance, looked around with half-opened eyes. She couldn't understand the situation at all.
"Why is Asrahan here? Why is he holding a sword? And why is Lord Atwood trembling again?"
It was such a strange situation that she thought it was a dream. She remained silent for a moment, and Atwood quickly spoke up.
"My dear Lariette, I'm sorry. His Excellency seems very angry because I've been close to you. However, I didn't expect him to suddenly come and brandish his sword at me..."
Atwood had the most pitiful expression on his face than when dealing with Asrahan. His body trembled so much that anyone could notice he was scared, showcasing his exceptional acting skills. Asrahan bit his lower lip. Even to him, Atwood seemed like a victim, and he himself appeared like a madman with a medical certificate.
"Asrahan, is this true?" Lariette looked at Asrahan and asked. Asrahan's lips trembled for a long time, but he nodded without saying anything. It was true that he was jealous of Atwood and had wielded a sword.
"I was trying to kiss you while you were asleep..."
"No, you misunderstood. I was thinking of wiping your sweat. It's so unfair..."
His explanation turned into an excuse as Atwood protested with tears in his eyes. Asrahan simply bowed his head with resentment. He could argue that he saw clearly, but if he repeated his argument without evidence, it would only tire Lariette further. Perhaps Lariette was tired and disappointed in him; such fears silenced Asrahan.
"You said he was a toothless tiger."
Atwood snorted in his heart. The speed with which the sword was drawn was fast, but it only cut his hair, and it was amusing to see him tilt his head without saying anything, even if he left like that.
"Lord Atwood."
"Yes, Lady Lariette."
With Lariette's soft voice, Atwood looked up, maintaining a poor performance, but he only met her cold smile.
"I will formally report this."
"Yes?"
"There won't be a replacement for me on this project, so you'll probably be dismissed. Good luck finding a new job."
"Wait, Lady Lariette, why don't you believe me...?"
In an unexpected turn of events, Atwood shouted in confusion. The response was simple.
"I only believe my husband, why would I believe you?"
"I'm telling you the obvious," Lariette continued with a smile. "Let's go home together, Asrahan."
A small hand gripped Asrahan's thick hand. And he only followed with a blank expression on his face. Overwhelmed by tears, he felt like he was about to burst into tears. They quickly arrived at the mansion, and Asrahan, who had been silently following her until now, only opened his mouth after reaching the room.
"Is it okay for you to go out like this?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
Lariette responded, taking off her jacket. She unbuttoned her shirt hastily, as if she were anxious.
"It must be a very important project to you..."
Asrahan blushed as he looked at Lariette's skin. His voice gradually diminished due to embarrassment. And Lariette, who took off her undergarments, finished her speech with a renewed gaze.
"Asrahan is the most important to me."
Then, Lariette struck Asrahan. It wasn't just him who had been accumulating desires until now. Lariette had also waited and longed for the day to make love with Asrahan, just like in her dreams. She clung to him as if to release all the desires she had accumulated at once. Asrahan also couldn't hold back and moved fiercely. As imagined, their lips were frantically sealed, their entire bodies were consumed, he held her slender waist and moved incessantly. How intense it was, when they woke up in the morning, the bed was drenched in sweat. And the impatience of the day led to another outcome...
"Waa Waa!"
Evan and Edwin's dream. It was the birth of their sister, Estella.
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