Towards the Winter Cabin of Serenity and Madness, Cinderella Runs - Chapter 147
The young maid’s face turned pale, and the head chef, who stood behind Roel, wrinkled his nose. Roel let out a small laugh, covering her mouth, and picked up one of the apples that had fallen on the floor, handing it back to the young maid.
It was a beautifully ripe, red apple.
“Where did you get such a perfectly ripe apple?”
“I, um, took it from the garden…”
“You little thief! Did you steal fruit?”
The head chef approached, scolding the maid, but Roel raised her hand to stop him.
“She only picked the ripest ones! Don’t scold her. Next time, take her along when you buy fruits. I bet she’ll pick well.”
“…Thank you, Madam.”
The young maid hunched her shoulders, looking around nervously. Roel gently patted her small shoulder, assuring her it was okay, and continued on her way.
The maid felt touched by the kind nature of her mistress, who was beautiful inside and out.
‘I’ll keep the lord’s embarrassing antics a secret for life!’
The impressed young maid promised herself not to gossip about what she had seen today.
It was already a well-known fact within the mansion that the affection between the Lord and Madam was unusual, but the fact that the lord’s chamber’s lamp stays lit the latest in the mansion was also an open secret.
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How wonderful it would be if life could be summed up with the phrase, “They lived happily ever after.” But that only works in fairy tales.
How could every moment be happy? Even in peaceful everyday life, there are countless worries and choices to contend with.
So, Roel found herself struggling through her own dilemmas and conflicts once again today.
Her main concern was Kyden’s excessive desire and the resulting belief that it was preventing her from becoming pregnant.
“Kyden… ugh, not again…”
Not long after feeling the heat pouring inside her, she was struck by the sensation of it growing inside her again, causing Roel to press her lips together. She quickly pushed against his chest and shouted,
“W-we can only do it once!”
“Why?”
“Because if you do it too much, it might prevent me from getting pregnant!”
“Isn’t the probability of conception higher the more often you do it?”
Roel furrowed her brows tightly.
“If we keep going non-stop, how can a child settle in? And the doctor said that keeping my legs up afterwards is good for conception!”
“I want a strong child who can overcome such obstacles.”
“…That doesn’t make any sense!”
His eyes were clouded with lust, and he wouldn’t stop talking nonsense.
Even as Roel raised her voice in frustration, Kyden stood firm, his expression unapologetic. He even pressed down on his lower half with insistence.
“Ugh.”
“Demanding to be satisfied in one go is torture. Just take it easy.”
Kyden grumbled, clearly displeased.
He, too, had his own grievances; he felt Roel was overly anxious about the situation. The doctor had confirmed that there were no issues with either of their bodies, so he thought she should relax and that it would happen in due time.
But instead, she was anxious that she wasn’t getting pregnant and was clinging to him tightly.
She had been lighting suspiciously scented candles, forcing him to drink unidentifiable concoctions, placing dried lizard tails next to the bedside, and urging him to climax by midnight, among other bizarre superstitions.
Not only was she pestering him with various strange beliefs passed down from mothers of children, but she had even started to shock him with demands to ‘just do it once and stop.’ The idea of only doing it once was unthinkable to him.
Considering the circumstances, he could understand why she was clinging to such superstitions, given her anxiety. But it was rather troublesome to be her experimental subject for so many strange ideas.
A musty-smelling candle was one thing; he could manage that. He could even tolerate drinking a suspiciously rotten-tasting beverage. He might admire a bunch of dried lizard tails as a unique decoration. And while adjusting the timing of his climax was a bit perplexing, he could work on that.
But only doing it once was out of the question; it felt like she was asking him to wither away.
Even so, lately, they could only manage it three times a week. He found himself pitifully counting the days until Roel would allow it, and being limited to just one time was simply unacceptable.
Whoever had said such ridiculous things would pay for it; he was determined to track down the culprit who had claimed that doing it daily or multiple times was bad for them.
“Anyway, I can’t just do it once.”
“Then, how about twice?”
“…Three times.”
“Ugh, three times is too much!”
Roel shook her head vigorously, but Kyden remained firm and continued to sway his hips.
Roel’s expression turned to one of dismay as he grew harder. Regardless of her excitement, her mind was swirling with worries.
“Ah, no… this can’t be…”
If they did it three times, would the child even have a chance to stay?
Kyden’s size felt overwhelmingly large, threatening to turn everything inside her upside down. It felt like he was filling her so completely that there would be no room for a child to settle.
What if the child fell out due to his rough thrusting? Overwhelmed by baseless, unscientific fears, Roel clamped down on Kyden’s shoulder.
“Mm.”
Despite her intent to scold him, her playful biting only seemed to stimulate him further, and he responded with teasing caresses, grinning as he did so.
“…Why are you being so cute?”
In return, Kyden playfully nibbled on her nose. His actions only served to anger her.
“Ow, that hurts!”
“Sorry.”
With too much force, he had left her nose red and marked with bite marks.
