After being banished by the hero, I decided to join another party – the revival of the legendary hero's team! However, the seductive heroine in her thirties clad in a bikini armor has a mysterious reason why she can't fight! - Episode 6

“Hah… hah… Fudra, you’re amazing… hah…”

The fragmented memories of my previous life turned out to be a blessing.

They allowed me to do so many things that I wouldn’t have otherwise imagined.

The way Aisha’s face flushed deep red and she shook her head when I brought my lips to her lower body…

The way her body arched with pleasure when I kissed her sensitive spots…

Even though she was older than me, she looked unbelievably adorable.

“Ah… ah… You don’t have to… lick there…”

At that moment, I was holding Aisha’s delicate foot, gently licking and sucking each toe.

Had I ended up marrying Isabel, I would never have done anything like this—or even thought about it.

But with Aisha, it felt completely natural.

It made me realize just how fickle humans—and men—could be.

My tongue moved from her feet to her thighs, then up to her stomach, and now I was lightly tracing her neck.

“Ah… ah… Fudra, I can’t take it anymore… please, just hold me…”

As she clung to me, I gazed at her beautiful face, positioned myself, and began moving my hips.

Both Aisha and I reached our eighth climax of the night.

◆◆◆

By the time I regained my senses, it was almost dawn.

In my arms, Aisha was gazing up at me.

“Fudra… you’re amazing. You really do love me, don’t you? But you’ve done so much to me, I don’t think I could ever marry anyone else now.”

“You’re already my wife, Aisha.”

“Oh… you’re right, aren’t you!”

I could tell she had said that just to hear my response. Her flushed face was utterly charming.

“Besides, it’s our wedding night. Isn’t this just how it’s supposed to be?”

Regardless of what happened before, tonight was our first night as a married couple. It felt only natural to get a little carried away.

“You’re right… I almost forgot since we got a little ahead of ourselves before we were married, but tonight really is our wedding night.”

“Exactly. Now, Aisha, do you prefer taking the lead, or would you rather I take care of you?”

I asked teasingly, knowing it would fluster her.

“Fudra, you’re so mean, asking me something like that… you’re such a tease!”

Even though she was an older woman, she acted so innocent and playful, like a child at times. It only made her more endearing.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“You’re so cruel… fine! I’d rather have you take care of me. There, happy?”

Her face turned bright red as she lightly smacked my chest, embarrassed but undeniably adorable.

“For the record, I’d rather have you take care of me, Aisha.”

“Oh… in that case, I’ll take the lead this time.”

She sat up and straddled me, her graceful curves fully on display.

Reaching out, I cupped her beautiful, full chest in my hands.

“Wait… this time, let’s do it together.”

“That’s a good idea.”

As I gently kneaded her chest, Aisha began moving her hips slowly, and we found our rhythm together.

◆◆◆

The sun was now high in the sky, its rays streaming into the room. It was probably well past noon.

Aisha lay beside me, sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression.

Her large chest and shapely hips gave her an incredible figure. But it wasn’t just her beauty—our physical chemistry was extraordinary.

When we came together, it felt impossible to stop. Her soft curves and smooth skin made touching her an addictive pleasure. I couldn’t imagine any other woman providing this kind of bliss.

Not to mention her personality—kind, honest, and endlessly endearing. She truly was the perfect wife.

I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before getting up to head into town.

I found myself at the town market.

During my time with Black Wing, I was the one who handled the cooking.

Thanks to fragments of memories from my previous life, I’d managed to recreate ketchup and mayonnaise—two essentials I wasn’t about to leave behind.

While the rest of the party’s expenses were covered by state funds, my share wasn’t included.

In other words, almost everything in the storage pouch—from tools to seasonings—was purchased with my own money.

Since I made or bought the seasonings myself, I had no reason to leave them behind.

The others indulged in luxury freely, but when I requested something as simple as a knife or cooking tools, the church or state officials always had something to complain about.

Eventually, I gave up and just started buying things on my own.

The bonds of childhood can be suffocating.

I’d stayed with them because we’d spent most of our lives together, and because the villagers had asked me to. But in hindsight, it had been nothing but a burden.

Now that I’m with Aisha, it feels as though a spell has been broken.

I feel free, as though I’ve been liberated from a curse.

I’ll never go back to those people again.

After buying groceries and household essentials for Aisha’s breakfast, I left the market.

◆◆◆

When I returned home, Aisha was standing by the door, looking like she was about to cry.

“Hah… hah… I thought you’d left me, Fudra. I was so worried…”

“Sorry. I wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast, so I went to the market. Why don’t you relax while I get it ready?”

“Breakfast? You’re going to cook for me?”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and just seeing that expression made me eager to cook.

Back with the others, no matter how much effort I put into meals, they never once said thank you.

I still don’t understand why I stayed with them for so long.

For breakfast, something simple like omelette rice and soup should do. It’s quick and light.

I took out some pre-cooked rice from my storage pouch, chopped up the ham and onions I’d bought, and stir-fried them together with my homemade ketchup.

I made a fluffy omelette, gently placed it on top of the rice, and carefully wrote “Aisha” in ketchup, surrounding it with a heart.

Finally, I warmed up some consommé-style soup I’d prepared in advance and served it alongside the omelette rice.

“Aisha, breakfast is ready.”

“Wow, Fudra, you’re such a great cook! Is this omelette rice? It’s one of those otherworldly dishes, isn’t it? And you even decorated it with a heart! Thank you, Fudra.”

In this world, ketchup and mayonnaise were considered luxury condiments, sold alongside soy sauce and Worcestershire sauce as “otherworldly seasonings.”

While I didn’t know how to make soy sauce or Worcestershire sauce, ketchup and mayonnaise were simple enough to recreate.

“You’re welcome. Let’s eat while it’s still warm! Dig in.”

“Let’s eat!”

Watching Aisha eat with such enthusiasm, I couldn’t help but think how cute she looked despite being older than me.

I finally understood why homemakers often said things like, “It’s not worth the effort” or “It doesn’t feel rewarding.”

Cooking for someone who shows genuine appreciation, like Aisha, is completely different from cooking for someone like Dolman, who never said thank you.

Seeing Aisha’s smile as she enjoyed her meal made me want to cook for her again and again.

With Dolman and the others, it always felt like I was cooking out of obligation.

Now I realize that my so-called “banishment” wasn’t a punishment—it was freedom.

Leaving childhood friends and familiar bonds was scary at first, but once I separated from them, I discovered how comfortable life could be.

And Aisha… she truly is beautiful and adorable.

“You’re staring at me. Aren’t you going to eat?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing I’d been gazing at her.

“Sorry, I was just admiring you.”

“You’re always saying things like that… oh, Fudra! So, what do you want to do next? Do you have any goals or dreams?”

Goals? Dreams?

Honestly, I don’t think I have any left.

Unlike Dolman, I have no desire for fame or fortune.

“Now that I think about it, I’m already living my dream. My dream was to marry a beautiful wife and live happily ever after, and now I’ve achieved that.”

“Really? So, your dream has already come true… what should we do next, then?”

Aisha smiled, holding her spoon as she looked into my eyes.

“I don’t know. Maybe we can enjoy a quiet life for a while, and then think about improving our living conditions?”

“Improving our living conditions?”

“Yeah, making things better so we can live comfortably together.”

“I don’t fully understand, but if it’s something you want to do, Fudra, I’ll help you.”

With two A-rank adventurers in the house, there’s a lot we can accomplish.

If this town doesn’t suit us, we can always leave and find somewhere better.