Gerald had never felt this irritated in his entire life.
It was as if he were being toyed with. Worse—far worse—than being reduced to a male escort or some cheap gigolo.
At least a gigolo got paid for his trouble. But this? Nothing but blueballs.
He had to return home with his manhood hard and throbbing, every pulse taunting him. Lewd visions of all the things he could do to Maya spilled unbidden into his mind, and when he tried to drown himself in alcohol, Gerald could only curse his own stupidity.
Especially because those indecent thoughts refused to leave him—even during work.
And there he was, standing before students, forced to lecture, all while Maya's voluptuous figure poisoned his thoughts.
So that night—when neither Arthur nor Maya bothered to reach out—Gerald finally decided to take matters into his own hands.
Dressed in his best clothes, he went to his usual bar, intent on meeting a certain 'friend'.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—that 'friend' was generous enough to lend an ear to his frustrations.
Well… after mocking him first.
"Oh, my God. What the hell even is that? Consensual infidelity? Does something like that exist? You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"Why would I make something like that up? Of course it's real." Gerald grabbed his half-full glass and downed it in one gulp. "Arthur… that bastard must have a few screws loose after everything that happened during the war."
Still laughing, the woman shot back, "But you know what's even more shocking here? You."
Gerald frowned, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you haven't realized it. I mean, you actually went along with his insane request."
"I was just being a good friend," Gerald defended himself.
"Yeah, no shit. And what if he asked the opposite? Like, say, wanting your wife instead?"
"That would never happen."
"What, Arthur wouldn't dare go that far… or you finally got yourself a wife? Need some clarity here."
Gerald didn't even need to look up to picture the mischievous smirk on her face.
Nadia Damsgaard.
They had first met during the Resistance Battle ten years ago. Though she also belonged to the Order of Magic Knights, Nadia had served in a different company.
Her company had been stationed at the frontlines, neck-deep in the madness of the demon army. To survive that hell, their minds had to be filled with twisted things—anything to keep their real sanity from being stripped away.
Their friendship began in the most predictable fashion: they talked, they drank too much, and they ended up in bed together.
And Gerald, being a responsible man, hadn't simply vanished afterward. He even offered her marriage.
But Nadia had only laughed it off, calling it nothing more than wartime fun—not something worth taking seriously.
So Gerald 'gave up'. He tolerated her strangeness, laughed along with her… only to choke later when he discovered a harsher truth.
A golden ring gleaming on her finger.
She's married.
And had been, for quite some time.
She never spoke about her husband, but that didn't mean Gerald could just ignore it.
Which was why, when he reached out to her again tonight, hoping to relive those 'fun times', guilt gnawed at him.
"What's this? Am I crossing a line here or what?" Nadia muttered with a frown.
Gerald snorted. "After meeting you, the whole idea of marriage sounds terrifying."
"Oh? A sharp jab like that?" She gave him a teasing smile. "You do realize I'm still a woman, right? My heart's fragile as glass—it could shatter at any time if you're not careful!"
Now it was Gerald's turn to roll his eyes at her obviously fake dramatics.
But then…
He felt it. Nadia's gloved hand creeping slowly upward along his pants, softly stroking the bulge that steadily rose beneath.
The hum of music faded into the background.
And for a moment, all Gerald could hear was her dangerous whisper, hot against his ear.
"…but, you like women like me, don't you?"
***
The bed slammed against the wall with every savage thrust, its creaks matching the brutal rhythm of their bodies.
Gerald drove himself deep into Nadia, each stroke wringing out her shameless moans.
She never held back her voice. Every cry, every broken gasp was a signal—either begging him to grind in deep and make her feel every inch… or to pound her even harder.
Almost always the latter.
Nadia craved degradation. Being used like nothing more than a dripping hole for Gerald's cock made her tighten around him with desperate hunger.
Because of this, Nadia always chose doggy style as her primary position. Gerald's fist tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand toyed mercilessly with her soaked entrance.
Every push hit her perfectly, her whole body trembling as he bottomed out again and again. Then, with one savage pull of her hair, he wrenched her head back until his lips were at her ear.
"Squeeze that pussy tight—I'm about to cum."
And as the obedient little whore she was, Nadia could only nod in submission.
Her body responded in kind. As Gerald's penis inside her grew increasingly thick, Nadia felt her lower abdomen, where her uterus lay, begin to throb. Her cervix descended, ready to welcome Gerald's warm seed.
When the sperm erupted and filled her completely, Nadia didn't even realize she was stifling a cry.
Gerald pining her down, driving his manhood so deep inside her that nothing could escape, ensuring Nadia was completely filled.
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
Nadia was certain this insemination might actually make her pregnant, and the mere thought sent a wave of peculiar pleasure through her, pushing her into another orgasm.
Afterward, they collapsed side by side.
It was already their fifth round, and both of them finally needed a pause.
Gerald's gaze lingered on Nadia's sweat-drenched body before sliding downward to her small, perky breasts.
They weren't as large as Maya's, but the thought that those breasts had once flowed with milk was enough to make his cock twitch. He often teased her, asking if there was still any left for him to drink. Sometimes, without waiting for her answer—though her answer hardly mattered—he would simply latch onto her stiff pink nipples like a starving infant, suckling until she whimpered.
His eyes trailed lower, to the rise and fall of her flat stomach, then down to her pussy—still oozing thick, sticky white seed. His seed.
He hadn't jerked off for a week, and yesterday's half-hearted attempt had only left him more pent-up. Releasing it recklessly inside her, with nothing to block the flood, sent delicious shivers of twisted satisfaction through him.
As a man, the thought of breeding a married woman—planting his seed deep where it didn't belong—was a wicked fantasy that never failed to arouse him.
But for Nadia, at least, it was impossible.
"What are you staring at, you pervert?" Nadia teased, crossing her legs as though she were a bashful virgin—an act that clashed deliciously with her true nature.
"I was just wondering… does the womb-sealing incantation change the way it feels?"
The womb-sealing incantation—a spell passed down through generations of the Damsgaard clan. In their matrilineal tradition, women held the power of childbirth, and with it the choice of when—or if—to bear children. If they wished, they could weave forbidden mana into their uterine lining, forming a barrier that killed any seed that dared to enter.
Nadia blinked, clearly unprepared for such a serious question after such a filthy act. "Physically? Nah, not really."
Gerald frowned.
"But maybe it's the psychology of it." Nadia's lips curled in a knowing smile. "When you use the spell, there's no fear. No risk. Even if your partner is someone… overly productive." She flicked her eyes toward Gerald's cock, glistening and swollen, with a wicked grin.
Her grin sharpened. "But it also kills the thrill. Without that shadow of possibility—the idea that a single reckless thrust might leave you pregnant by a man who isn't your husband…" She trailed off, letting the silence drip with suggestion.
Gerald clenched his jaw. Her teasing was growing bolder, sharper, pushing directly at the fevered edges of his fantasy.
"And it seems," Nadia purred, "that you're more enthusiastic about that idea than you'd like to admit."
Gerald nearly pounced on her again, but Nadia pressed both hands to his chest to stop him.
"Not tonight. Tomorrow's the first day of school for my daughter. I need to wake up early."
Frustration burned through him. Forcing himself to breathe, Gerald pulled away, rubbing a hand down his face to calm the ache in his body.
What's wrong with me? Am I just some pervert who can't think of anything but sex?
"Of course. Sorry for being such a bother—"
"Hey." Nadia cupped his cheek gently, guiding his face back toward hers. She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. "This was a lovely night. Let's do it again sometime, okay?"
A faint smile tugged at Gerald's mouth, even if only for a moment. He knew it was wrong.
But then again, everything in his life always was.
He pushed the thought aside, pulled Nadia back into his arms, and kissed her again—deeper this time, wetter, their tongues tangling in a frantic rhythm until they had to part for air.
Breaking away with a thin string of saliva between them, Gerald grinned mischievously. "Yeah. Let's do this again sometime."