CH 1

Suddenly, I remembered that I was transmigrated.

So I'm going to go crawl up to my wife at night ASAP.

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"Hello, Charlotte"

In the courtyard of Desmond's mansion, in the brilliant sunshine, Charlotte, my wife, sat slumbering with a beautiful look of melancholy. On a white wooden table with a white porcelain teapot, teacups, and half-eaten scones, she was silently reading a book with leaden eyes.

Her platinum blonde hair was wavy and brilliant like it was covered in stardust. She is twenty-nine years old, one year older than me, but her large blue eyes look as if they are filled with emeralds, making her look much younger. Her cheeks are whiter than a teacup that she tilts with her delicate fingers, and her lips are like petals on a cup of tea that looks as if it has been infused with a red ruby.

I'm sure everyone wants to be that teacup. Or to be that tea. So do I, for that matter.

She let out a single sigh and glanced at me.

As if to say.

"Oh, you're so bored that you're calling out to me. I'm sure your garden stone is doing a better job than I am"

It was as if she was saying that.

Or rather, she said it.

--But that's good.

I'm going to get a boner even if I don't think about tonight.

"Can I come to your room tonight?"

"----"

Her emerald eyes widened slightly, but then she looked bored.

"Katherine?"

"Yes."

After a quick glance at the servant who was standing in her shadow, the maid took out the key to her room and handed it to me, while saying a few words in my ear.

"I will not forgive you if you are toying with Mistress."

---- I startled.

I felt my back fluttering. The cold breath of the beautiful maid, who was three years younger than my wife, sank into my ear, and my stupid penis became more and more erect.

《Desmond obtained the key to his wife's bedroom》

Ohhhh! I got it! I've got it!

I suppressed the urge to jump up and down. If I do that, my master will say that I've lost my mind or something, and I'll be thrown in the dungeon.

--There is, here, the dungeon ....... Scary, nobleman, scary. However, it's a lord's mansion.

In this world, I'm 28 years old, and I'm literally a lord of a castle and fiefdom. But it's as small as a kitten's forehead for a nobleman's estate.

It was only the other day that my memory came back to me, but it seems that Baron Desmond had some vague memories of his previous life in modern Japan, and he used them to reform the agricultural land, create new products, and so on, and he became a lord even though he was the third son of a nobleman, a position that would not normally see the light of day.

But that's the point.

If he had been too good, he would have been taken more seriously or even envied. But that's about it. It's good enough that I don't have to make a big deal out of it, and I don't have a big enough brain on my shoulders to take a beating. It would be a shame to leave him alone, he is popular among the lower nobility (he was thanked for the agricultural reforms), and it would be a shame if he were to go off on his own, or if he were to be surrounded by rival nobles who would take advantage of his moderate but hardly ignored his talents. For example, if you have an excellent second-in-command, or if you are associated with a superior who can handle you well.......

That's why my position is not for success, but to tie me down. This is also the reason why Charlotte, the second daughter of the Earl of Terrace, who is higher than my parents' family, the Viscounts of Damwead, has been married off. In addition to the above, the dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons are also newcomers to the Damwead family.

The Damwead family should be more than happy to prostrate themselves and be given the second daughter of the venerable Earl of Terrace,......, but it is not the case.

After all, she can't bear a child. --I'm not sure if there's any medical reason for this, since this world has magic, but science is still in its infancy.

That's why Charlotte was forced to leave her ex-husband and move back in. The message from the smiling face of the Terrace family is that marrying such a divorcee to me means that your child will not inherit this territory. I could have a child from a concubine as my heir, but

"What are you talking about, my Charlotte hasn't given birth to a child yet, right?　Don't you think it would be a pity for our daughter --The second daughter of Earl Terrace-- if your other mistress gave birth first?"

If Earl Terrace, her parents' family, implicitly pressured me with their love for their daughter, there was no way that a nobleman's daughter would become a concubine, and there was no way that my family would accept a concubine when they had a wonderful woman like Charlotte, right?　He gave me a curt smile. I'm the third son to begin with, and if both my first and second brothers have wives and sons, it doesn't matter that I don't have any children in my own bloodline. I'd rather have a connection with the Earl of Terrace.

That's our consensus.

--Aristocrat, scary.

I'll say it again, because it's important.

Aristocrats are scary.

Well, as a nobleman and lord, I have no complaints because I receive a minimum amount of tax revenue that I can't complain about (my farmland reform was also effective).

I don't think I want to leave my children behind, nor do I want to get a big promotion. So, no problem.

But my father-in-law, the Earl of Terrace, and my father, Viscount Damwead, both have side chambers. --They are cunning. Still, if they have children, and that's enough of them, there will be no sexual intercourse. And even if they don't have sex, they still communicate with each other. I know you don't know what I'm talking about, but I don't know much either.

However, in this world, as you might expect, there is no such thing as sexual intercourse or eroticism between men and women - in other words, there is no sexual desire.

They do have sex in order to have children. But it's just a matter of using lube and shoving it in.

--What a mess! Well, I guess that's kind of interesting, too.

There are reproductive acts, but no sexual acts. And it's even said that men and women who make out with each other sexually are weak. In Japan's Warring States period, it was considered a weakness for a male warlord to be infatuated with a woman, and sometimes even to be on good terms with male commoners. Here, however, such behavior is considered soft and weak. The difference between the two is a matter of feeling, and as I clearly remembered the memories of my previous life, they became rather vague and unclear to me.

And so it was with me, Baron Desmond, who tried Charlotte several times, but the way he do her was the same.

--What a waste!

--What a shame!

He even had a vague memory of a previous life!　

Well, if it's a form of play I still think it's hot, and if I recall, I've had three solid shots. But still, during the play, Charlotte only showed the lower half of her body and hid the upper half of her skin. And if you ask me if she moaned when she did the extraction? she didn't.

After all, if you slip it in and give it a little rub, you'll get a quick one.

.............

--It's not the same.　It's not!　It's not that I'm a premature climax!　No, no, no!　--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed, but I'm not traumatized or have any experience.

But it's also true. The reasoning behind this is that when I do it using the lotion, I was able to shot it rapidly, even though I could control the speed. When I didn't use the lotion, it didn't happen. And if you apply the lotion when your thing is small, it will make it grow into a big rod. For women, the lotion must have the effect of making the vagina easier to get penetrated and less painful. It can also make you feel less pleasure.......

Speaking of which, you can probably guess what I was thinking when I got Charlotte to promise me a night crawl. And I've got the perfect scenario for tonight.

It's been a few days since I regained my memory, and I've been rushing to get ready. The reason it took a few days was that I was a virgin in my previous life, and in this life, I know nothing about the connection between a man and a woman except for a sloppy penetration. --It was not because I was timid.

So I felt like a virgin sneaking into a married woman's bedroom. --Ahh, I can't wait for the fun.