After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 136
Chapter 136: Overdoing It?
“Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back after all.”
“Before apologizing, there should be something you say as the groom.”
“Yeah. It was really good. I love you.”
At my words, Beato’s expression softened, forming a rare smile. Her usual coldness, often likened to a porcelain doll, was nowhere to be seen on her flushed cheeks.
I apologized for not being able to hold back. Even though I said I wouldn’t be reckless, I spent so much time on warm-up exercises that I exhausted my stamina and ended up having a second round. I just got carried away with finally being with Beato.
“Yeah. I’m happy too. I had longed for this night to come.”
When she said such adorable things with her eyes softened, I couldn’t resist. I pulled her small golden head close and gave her a deep kiss. After a long, lingering kiss, I reached out to move to the next stage, but her slender hand stopped me.
“As expected, I can’t anymore. There’s a ceremony tomorrow too, and if I end up like Clara and can’t stand, it will be a problem.”
“S-sorry.”
Damn, maybe I was too much like a monkey. Beato, who is always cool, had been giving me kind smiles today and allowed all sorts of things, so I got carried away.
“It’s okay. I also really enjoy being with you, Lutz. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night too…”
As her words trailed off, I soon heard her regular breathing. She must have been exhausted because of me. I felt bad, but after hearing such cute things from her, I got too excited to sleep!
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In the end, I also fell fast asleep without realizing it. The night had been quite exhausting for me too, considered the top stud. I couldn’t wake up in the morning and was finally shaken awake by a maid past ten. Today, we had a luncheon inviting the royalty from other countries and church officials who attended the ceremony.
“Ugh… I’m awake, but I hurt all over and can’t get up…”
Sorry, it’s my fault for getting carried away and making you use muscles you don’t normally use. Beato is an indoor person like Clara, so no wonder she has muscle pain… I’m sorry.
In the end, it took both me and the maid to support Beato as we led her to the bath.
“Marquis, you do know the word ‘restraint,’ don’t you?”
Ugh, Betty, the senior maid, gave me a look as if she were seeing something filthy. Her eyes said, “You hopeless monkey, what an idiot.” But I had to admit it—I was indeed like a monkey.
“Sorry, Betty. I got too excited and couldn’t help myself. But don’t worry, I’ll handle it better from tonight… My mother also said, ‘You get used to these things with practice.'”
The maid stood agape. Even I was amazed—what kind of queen gives such irresponsible nighttime advice to her daughter?
“That’s how it is, so I’ll keep ‘practicing’ tonight too. But still… I hurt all over. Betty, please arrange a massage after the bath so I can manage the luncheon.”
“Understood.”
The maid let out a deep, deep sigh.
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That night too, we had intercourse.
“I only have this one week. So, I want to imprint your feelings onto my body during this week. And if possible… leave proof in my belly.”
This morning, seeing her so worn out, I suggested we take a break today. But Beato turned her moist jade eyes toward me and desperately pleaded with such cuteness.
Yes, I can’t leave Baden unattended forever, so I plan to leave the capital in a week. While I’m away, I’ve entrusted things to Max, but even though he’s royalty, it’s too much to leave the governance entirely to him, given his current status as a slave. Once I head to Baden, it might be half a year before I return to the capital… Essentially, for us newlyweds, it’s an excessively long time to be apart. So it’s natural that Beato wants to make the most of our time together, loving each other as much as possible, and if we can, creating a symbol of our love.
Her earnest and cunning appeal grabbed my heart completely, and I quickly gave in. Well, of course, I wanted to as well… But in return, I made various efforts to ensure it wouldn’t be too strenuous for her. Nothing too intense, just staying connected—something like that. Beato seemed to prefer it that way too… And the second day was very satisfying.
The incredibly happy days passed quickly.
I felt a bit bad for Gretel, but she, with a slightly sad expression, said, “For now, just love Beato.” I thought she hadn’t always been this considerate… It seems she’s grown up a lot over the past year.
When it was just the two of us, Beato became very expressive. Though her expressions were clumsy, she would laugh when happy, cry when sad about our parting, and cling tightly to me with her small body. It felt like the porcelain doll had come to life, turning into a normal seventeen-year-old.
…And then, the seventh day arrived. The last night of our honeymoon came for Beato and me.