"Now, take off your clothes first."
"…Yes?"
Potions are not just for drinking.
There are also potions that can be applied to the body.
And this magic power limiting potion is a potion that is applied directly to the part of the body where the magic circuit is located.
I'm not drinking it.
And what about Isabelle's magic circuit?
It would probably extend all over the body.
Then what is it?
"Take it all off."
"…Ah."
I would have guessed that he was still wrapped in shabby clothes that made him look like a mercenary.
I immediately took down the tights that seemed to be tight.
Isabel hesitated for a moment, but soon she began to take off her clothes and become completely naked.
"…I took it all off."
Isabel speaks with a trembling voice.
But right now, I couldn't meet her cautious gaze.
That's because the white, untouched body of a virgin was more alluring than anyone could have imagined.
First of all, the cleavage that you are covering with your hands. I wonder if your hands are small. Do you have big areolas? It looked as if her pink nipples would be exposed if she lowered her hand just a little.
"Hands down."
Isabel reflexively tried to cover her breasts, but after realizing her situation at my words, Isabel slowly stood up at attention.
White breasts and pink areolas.
The only difference between them and Amelia is that they are slightly smaller in size… These are not inverted nipples, but normal nipples. The milk doesn't seem to come out well.
Like this?
Perhaps because of his mood, the nape of his neck and the tips of his ears turned red… but he still showed no signs of rebelling against me.
'…I think she's a virgin. Then shouldn't I show my body to strangers even more?'
Depending on the person or location, it may not be that common for people to commit suicide in such cases. In fact, Isabel only seemed a little embarrassed. There was no sign of any intention to commit suicide.
It also meant that the state, magic, and circuit he had developed were just as precious.
So much so that it crushes all the ideas that have been forcibly instilled in me since childhood.
Coming back to the main topic, another crucial difference from Amelia is…
"Shaved pussy… isn't it…?"
"Ah…Uh, something like that…with your mouth…don't you dare,"
It's crowded. It's somewhat organized, though. Unlike her, who had no trace of hair at all, her pussy was tightly closed beneath her red pubic hair.
It is also unsightly that the lower abdomen, where the uterus is located, protrudes slightly.
When I massaged her soft thighs, Isabelle swallowed a sigh of relief and trembled.
Next, he applied a magic control potion to his hands and instinctively massaged Isabelle's breasts, which were attracting attention.
"Wow."
Malkang, fetish… fetish…
It was bigger and softer than I thought.
How many times did I have to keep massaging my breasts that kept popping out between my fingers?
Ugh, huh. For a moment, I saw Isabel shaking in shame.
The moment I tried to move my hand below my belly button.
Shockingly, I felt uncomfortable.
'… No, you can't do this.'
I have a lover named Amelia who purely cares about me.
Even though I am dedicated and already dependent, it would be quite a shock to find out that I am at the mercy of something like this.
Conversely, if you imagine Amelia being pushed down and crying by another man…
-Click,
I'm so irritated that my veins start to water without me even realizing it.
Even with that in mind, I shouldn't be like this.
Afterwards, I applied the potion to places that were out of reach and handed the potion to her.
"Apply it everywhere in front of me."
"…Yes, yes, I understand."
As I said, take out the potion, starting from the shiny armpits.
Raise your arm and rub it on the sweaty side of your chest.
Stretch out your flexible legs and work thoroughly on the inside of your thighs.
After confirming that she was applying the potion without even wearing a single thread, I threw a blanket from my inventory and said,
"Sleep here today."
"Yes, yes… I agree."
///
Rattling.
As soon as I opened the door, it was Amelia who welcomed me.
"How did things go? Are you… very tired?"
Amelia came in at a brisk pace, quickly put down the tray, and took me in her arms.
I quietly closed my eyes as I felt the indescribable warmth in his arms.
"…good."
"?! Uh, ah… ugh. Those… words… put some context…!"
"What now? They are lovers."
Even though his face was red and embarrassed, he said, 'I, too… I like it.' Meteors, a lot. 'Really a lot.' Her smile as she added those words was truly overflowing with happy emotions.
He slowly paces his steps next to me, tilts his head, and then glances at me.
Then knock, knock.
Amelia touches the back of her hand to mine.
Followed by a bang. Amelia, who held my hand with her hands intertwined, looked very nervous for some reason.
Even when seen from the side, the back of his head looked very red, probably due to his mood, and the tips of his ears were the same.
Then, with a little more courage, I part my lips.
"That, Yoosung…"
I hesitate. His fingers are twitching and his eyes are fixed on the floor, unable to find their way.
"Well, I always heard that the wife should comfort the husband when he is physically and mentally exhausted. Well, men usually feel better when they touch their breasts."
Then,
wide open,
Shouting, she exposed her large breasts and placed my hand on her right breast.
"You can do whatever you want with your heart."
Amelia said that in a cautious voice.
It was a dress I had prepared, but the deep front and side slits exposed my cleavage. I guess I had been waiting outside for a long time, but my lower chest felt sweaty and a little steam was rising.
Ordinary clothes can't even cover up her voluptuous body.
If you look closely, even the inverted nipple in the center of the areola can be seen through.
I was told that my breasts seemed to stand out over the dress, but it was only possible because I was wearing only a dress and no underwear.
Thanks to this, you can clearly see the shape of the large, pretty breasts.
"Anything… Even if you ask for my everything, I will give it to you because it is already yours."
At the same time, Amelia slightly held my hand down. The nape of the neck, the collarbone, the large breasts, and the lower abdomen that protrudes slightly due to the uterus.
The unique smell of flesh that only a female body can emit made me dizzy.
It's like that sentence is, I want my child. Even more so because he seems to be speaking sincerely. Even more.
The sound of a pounding heart was heard. She just whispered in my ear.
"That… If Yoosung wants to, it's okay to plan on having children quickly… ?"
Then what if I actually get pregnant?
Amelia still has scars from her injuries. Although there is a long time left until you have a child. I hadn't thought about that yet. Because I couldn't put Amelia through a hard time with a child on a journey that would become even more difficult in the future.
Amelia, who was wriggling her hands, then quietly turned to me and said.
"And… there is something I want to try."
"What is it?"
Amelia opens her arms wide without saying a word.
what? Is it a hug?
When I lowered my posture a little and put my head in, Amelia carefully hugged my head to her chest.
When the soft touch touched my cheek, I completely buried my face.
A small smile appeared on my lips as the fluffy, soft texture enveloped my face.
It was as if the wife had helped her husband, who had just come in from the front door, to lie down on the sofa and bury her face in her cleavage.
I know it sounds like a child, but I enjoyed being pampered by Amelia and didn't want to wake up from this cozy feeling.
The most difficult thing I had experienced so far was the feeling of doubt and loneliness.
Amelia, who I didn't have to doubt and who loved me devotedly, was the only person who helped me overcome these two difficulties.
So I buried my face even deeper into her cleavage.
Nevertheless, without any sign of displeasure, Amelia patted, patted, and patted her back as if she could be more foolish.
Because I don't want to lose my sense of being pampered.
It was so good that I wanted to continue spending time like this.
"…Was it very difficult?"
"No."
"Well, even if it's not that hard, it's okay because you can play around with it at any time."
"But, Amelia doesn't think anything?"
I'm a little afraid to bring this up. Nevertheless, I muster up the courage to answer.
I don't want to hurt her.
That's how much my feelings for Amelia grew, and I felt like I couldn't bear to see her forcing a bitter smile.
That's why I decided to be honest.
A story about Isabel.
"…Is that so?"
Contrary to my expectation that I would be a little disappointed, Amelia gently brushed my hair and continued speaking.
Even when I said some harsh things to him, instead of getting offended, he hugged me and patted me on the back.
"I… still believe in Yoosung."
"Why?"
"Because Yoosung is the only 'exception' to me."
"Exception?"
"I believe. Now, he is the first person I have ever loved. And the last one left… is the one who 'believes'. So there is no way I would betray you. Even if he betrays me, I will trust Yoosung until the end."
The look in Amelia's eyes as she said that clearly captured the aspect of a devoted wife, so much so that it made her reflect on how trashy her actions had been earlier.
"The man who saved my life and was there for me many times… I don't want to doubt it so easily. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't anxious. I'm just glad that Yoosung spoke so honestly now. I may be a little upset… but my love for Yoosung will last forever."
Then, Amelia gently pushed the back of my head toward my large chest, then changed her posture a little and raised her upper body.
With my body pressed against Amelia's large cleavage in a comfortable position, I had no ability to resist the overwhelming desire to sleep.
I hugged Amelia's waist with both arms and gently closed my eyes.
Amelia's unique, sweet scent.
The smell of flesh coming from the cleavage.
A hand that magically strokes my hair to slowly help me fall asleep.
"Rest assured. No matter what I do to Yoosung, even if I'm disappointed, my love for him will never cool down or my heart will grow to hate him."
I clung to Amelia and pressed my body against her.
Our delicate and clumsy but cute Amelia.
The fact that she slowly pushed out her breasts to make it easier for me to hug her was indeed a characteristic of a female.
After staying like that for about 3 hours
I felt Amelia gently twisting my body as she said she would prepare dinner and hug me again.
I didn't want to fall, so I used my best effort to cling to him.
… Should I do it?