Chapter 91: Do You Still Love Her? – 2
"…You're truly relentless."
"I'm just doing my job."
To avoid any future trouble, I wanted everything formally documented.
Getting notarization wasn't easy for ordinary people, but a certificate issued by one of the four great families held real legal authority.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not obligated to go that far."
He refused flatly.
I clicked my tongue in mild disappointment.
"Are you taking me too lightly?"
"I apologize."
I offered a sincere apology.
There was no point in picking a fight over something so minor.
A certificate would've been convenient, but it wasn't essential.
Hmm?
As I lowered my head, I spotted a familiar stone on Vatino's desk.
"Oh, this…"
The magic stone with Verdia's porn videos.
"Ahem, that…"
Vatino coughed awkwardly, clearly flustered.
"Since you gave it to me, can I take it with me?"
"…"
I picked up the magic stone.
"You really want this expensive stone?"
"Of course not. I was just testing the waters."
I had no real interest in keeping the magic stone. I only wanted to observe Vatino's reaction.
If he was keeping it close because the videos mattered to him… Then his tendencies ran deeper than I thought.
Sure, our conversation suggested as much. But just because he couldn't get hard didn't mean his sexual desire had vanished.
Should I try tempting him?
"It's a shame."
"What is?"
"You can call Verdia anytime and have your fill…"
"I just thought I could film more of this kind of stuff."
"…"
Did he take the bait?
There was a strange flicker in his eyes.
"Don't try to tempt me with those words. It won't work."
Tsk. He saw through it.
Vatino stayed firm.
I left the room and sighed deeply.
I had been nervous…
Even though I'm ruthless about taking what I want, I still get chills when it's time to face the consequences.
That's what an affair is, isn't it?
But Verdia's pussy was worth every risk.
....
....
The next morning…
I slept for over ten hours to recover from the fatigue, but my whole body felt stiff.
'Did I push myself too hard?'
I was drained.
I lay back down, thinking I'd take it easy today, but there was some strange commotion outside my window.
I heard children giggling and adults chatting.
'What's going on?'
Outside the window were the garden and the training ground where Fiona usually practiced.
Curious, I looked out.
"Mari, good job!"
"That's my girl."
The voices of Verdia and Vatino.
I glanced down and saw Marnier—six years old, chubby cheeks, absolutely adorable—swinging a toy sword bravely.
Puhaha, she's too cute…
The couple stood among their servants, all watching their daughter with warm eyes.
Her sword instructor was… Fiona!
"This is how you swing it, Marnier."
"Okay!"
With her small hands, Mari clumsily mimicked the motion.
She's only six, but I could already sense her potential.
She'd be a beauty when she grew up.
Her round cheeks made her look even more lovable.
"Yah!"
She aimed the toy sword at the scarecrow's lower body.
She didn't have the strength to pierce it, so it was more of a gentle poke…
Still, everyone applauded and cheered.
"Ooh!"
Mari's face lit up with joy.
After her mini-performance ended, people began to disperse.
Verdia stopped Vatino and began adjusting his clothes.
"Honey, your tie is crooked again. Let me fix it."
"It's fine like this."
"What do you mean it's fine? You're the head of our family."
"Verdia…"
It was a lovely sight—Madam fixing her husband's appearance with care.
Her smile was radiant.
"There you go."
"Are you alright? Taeyang might see us."
Vatino, acting like a defeated man, seemed self-conscious.
Verdia chuckled softly.
"So what if he sees us? It doesn't change the fact that I'm your wife."
"…"
Vatino fell silent.
If he still loved her—even after she had completely fallen for my dick…
Then he was the one who should feel shame.
Not only had he failed to protect her, even with all his power…
But he was the one who had invited me here in the first place.
"I married you. Do you want that to change?"
"No… We have a daughter."
"That's important too, but please know… I still love you."
"You love me? Even after all this… even after I wanted you to go through that?"
"We're husband and wife."
Verdia gently placed her hand on Vatino's.
"Don't blame yourself. Even with your… tendencies, we can still make this work."
"Verdia…"
As I quietly listened to their exchange, one thought crossed my mind:
'This… is actually working?'
"Can I still stay with you? As your wife… as Mari's mother?"
"Of course. I can't imagine the Chartreuse family without you."
Affairs eventually come to light. Every family reacts differently—some accept it, some lash out at their wives, and some come after me.
The one constant is that the family rarely remains the same afterward.
But this time, I was witnessing something entirely unexpected.
Vatino had become real. And Verdia, his gentle and understanding wife, accepted him.
It was a good outcome. No need for drama or conflict. Just peace between the couple. That worked in my favor too.
They stared at each other warmly. I thought they might hug—but Verdia gently stopped him.
"Verdia?"
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"Well…"
Verdia hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and whispered something in his ear.
Vatino's expression changed. His face twisted with discomfort.
What did she say?
"Mommy! Daddy!"
Sensing the tension, Mari ran up to them, her toy sword in hand.
"Oh, Mari! Did you have fun? Want to go inside now?"
"Mommy, Daddy—did you fight?"
Verdia knelt down and gave Mari a tight hug.
"No, we didn't fight. Mommy just… has one more person she loves now."
"One more person? Oh! The blonde tanned mister!"
Huh!!?
Did she even meet me properly? Kids really do pick up on everything.
It gave me chills.
Verdia froze momentarily, eyes wide. But she didn't deny it.
"Yes, he's someone Mommy loves."
"More than Daddy?"
Verdia smiled. She didn't answer.
That silence was an answer in itself.
It meant she couldn't tell her daughter how she really felt. Not yet.
"Shall we go eat some apple pie? Your favorite?"
"Apple pie!"
"See you later, honey."
"…Yeah."
Verdia and Mari left.
Vatino stayed behind, standing there in silence for a long time.
Now that I had satisfied my curiosity, I returned to my room.
I climbed into bed and hugged Cecil.
"Mmm… Oppa smells nice."
"You like it?"
"Yeah…♥"
Just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a knock at the door.
"Master Taeyang, the Lord has summoned you."
Again?
"Cecil, I'll be back soon."
"Okay…"
I tucked her in and made my way to Vatino's office.
It was my first time there. A maid guided me through the halls.
Vatino sat solemnly behind his desk, writing with a quill.
"Vatino. What's this?"
I yawned and scratched my head.
"Read it yourself."
He handed me a document.
It was filled with legal jargon, but the meaning was clear:
"Under the antler of the green deer, I hereby certify the following as true and acknowledged by me."
"I consent to my wife, Verdia Chartreuse, becoming Geum Taeyang's pussy slave."
"…Is this real?"
"Is it enough for you?"
"What made you change your mind?"
"I decided to do what I must as a husband. To protect my wife's and daughter's happiness."
"And that includes… this certificate?"
"Because that's what my wife wants."
Admirable.
He accepted it—and chose to build a new kind of relationship with her.
"What did Verdia whisper to you in the garden?"
"You saw that?"
"You know where my room is, don't you?"
"Ah… right."
He hesitated, then spoke.
"She said, 'I'm hubby's pussy slave, so I can't sleep with you'…"
"…Oh."
Bold. I'm impressed he even managed to stay on his feet after hearing that.
"She had such a happy look on her face. Even without saying it, I know—Verdia can't bear to be apart from you."
"Yeah… I can tell."
Long live the king dick.
"You can use my wife as you like. That's what she wants. Milf Hunter Geum Taeyang…"
"I'll make the most of her reputation."
"I heard Belita is part of your brand too."
"Ah.. yes."
"That's surprising. She was your first?"
Technically, yes.
In terms of difficulty, she might've been harder to win over than Verdia. Things went well thanks to Master's connections, so I can't take full credit. But the taste of success was still sweet.
"The Milf Hunter brand doesn't sell slaves. I take noble wives—famous throughout the city—and make them mine. That's what raises the brand's value."
"So not just anyone qualifies?"
"Correct."
"With your achievements, you could get rich just buying and selling slaves. Why go after married women?"
"Because I enjoy it."
"Then you're halfway there. If Belita was first and Verdia second…"
"Exactly."
I was practically there already.
Many nobles would love to curry favor with the Chartreuse family. Even Lady Grace—the true power behind the scenes—is already mine.
When you start with nothing, you're willing to offer anything.
In this corrupt city, ethics are dead. There's no shortage of men willing to trade their wives' bodies for status.
I'm the absolute alpha here. And even though I could earn a fortune selling slaves… there was no need.
"I haven't been in the business long, but I've never failed to corrupt a Verdia's pussy."
"You'll never lack money."
"I've already received operating funds before coming to the castle. I'll eventually implement a membership model."
"Verdia alone is worth a fortune. And you plan to charge more?"
"My target is Ariella."
"…"
Vatino's face went pale.
"Just hearing that name… chills me. Aren't you scared? She's the Emperor's eyes and ears."
"She's also a widow."
A woman like that, still untouched? What a waste.
"When I'm done here, I'll find a way into the Devil District."
"You're serious?"
"Yes."
Besides the Beast District and Devil District, there are others. But expanding into one that's less hostile to otherworlders would be safer for growth.
Still, if I wanted to get close to Ariella, I had to be where she was.
No real plan yet. But proximity was the first step.
"It's a place where outsiders are beaten to death in broad daylight. You'd still go?"
"Not right away. I need to prepare."
Honestly, I wanted to rest for a while—but I had to keep up appearances.
Vatino seemed impressed by my resolve.
"You'll need a new office. We'll arrange that."
"Vatino?"
"Even if you're not selling slaves, you still need a base, don't you?"
Was he trying to get rid of me gently?
Maybe. Or maybe he genuinely wanted to help.
Let's test him.
"Then give me a place close to the castle. So I can summon Verdia for sex anytime."
"…Alright."
It's impossible for a man to be truly okay with giving away his wife.
But judging by Vatino's expression, he had become real.
He had fully accepted that Verdia was no longer his. No matter how painful it was, he couldn't stop me now.
We were like a crocodile and a plover—an unlikely but functional symbiosis.
"Congratulations again, Vatino."
"I'm not doing this for free. Can I ask you for a favor?"
"A favor?"
Vatino handed me a pouch. At first glance, I assumed it was filled with money, but the contents were different from what I expected.
Magic stones. Dozens of them.
"These are…"
"Lower-grade stones. They only record for an hour, and they're single-use. No way to delete the footage once it's recorded."
So… less convenient than the high-grade video stones I'd used before.
"Still, each one is worth ten gold coins."
And the pouch was full.
Roughly 300 gold coins' worth, if not more.
"Why are you giving these to me?"
"Use them to film yourself. With Verdia. And Fiona."
…So he was asking for porn. Of both of them.
"Can I use the rest however I want?"
"Consider them tools of your trade."
"Hmm. I'm not that into this kind of thing…"
But it was clear: he wanted footage of me fucking his wife.
"Are you planning to jerk off to it?"
"Can't I at least do that before I die?"
I picked up the pouch.
"Fine. Thank you."
"I can't help it," he muttered.
Normally, I'd have turned him down outright.
But this man couldn't even get hard unless it involved watching his wife get taken by me.
And I was a professional now.
If the couple supported my work, I could offer a little… aftercare.
"100 gold coins per session sound fair?"
"…You're relentless."
"It's a premium service, Lord Chartreuse."
"Alright, alright."
We shook hands—an unspoken contract signed.
Another deal sealed in the name of pussy.