After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 140
Episode 140 Live Broadcast
“This is… really, something wonderful! I feel like I could do this every day!”
Hey now, isn’t that reaction quite different from what an ordinary girl would say when doing it ‘for the first time’? Since you’re supposed to be a lady, could you please express those feelings with a bit more discretion?
The morning light poured in through the window, and the chirping of birds filled the air. The atmosphere in the room was chilly, and we nestled under the warm blankets, just checking each other’s body temperature.
Last night, as someone with experience, I think I did quite well leading the way the first time. Even though she showed a shy demeanor, she tightly wrapped her arms around my back, calling out my name “Lutz, Lutz!” with a longing tone, over and over again… It was a wonderful time that filled my little ego.
But Gretel, being a genius in physical combat, was also a genius in this aspect of battle. From the second round onwards, she moved freely, her limbs dancing around, completely overwhelming me. In the end, after that, I tried to endure desperately, but when she got serious, there was no way I could withstand it; it felt like I was being completely drained.
“Thank you, Gretel, it was really great. But doing it every day might be a bit too much for me…”
“You should train hard. My dear… husband.”
With such a cute line and a peck on the cheek, it was irresistible. I reached out to her slender body, intending to challenge her for a rematch from last night, but…
“Lord Lutz, it’s time to get ready…”
The voice of the butler, knocking on the door hesitantly, shattered my ambitions.
Well, even if I challenged Gretel again, I would have been defeated miserably.
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Today was another peaceful journey. Although it was winter, during the day, the clear sunlight made it quite warm. The intense exercise from last night brought a pleasant fatigue… before I knew it, I found myself rowing a boat while on horseback. No, wait, the original Lutz I’ve taken over had been rendered unconscious due to a riding accident. If I were to do the same thing, it would bring Gretel the same sorrow twice. I must drive safely, must drive safely.
And we still arrived at the next post station while the sun was high.
Of course, with a group of several dozen, we couldn’t just stay anywhere for the night. We had to decide the itinerary beforehand and secure large accommodations. So, to ensure that we would definitely arrive with plenty of time to spare, I instructed to shorten the day’s journey and arrive at the next post station early… well, that was the official reason.
Because this journey was a modest honeymoon for Gretel and me. In truth, I would have liked to spend two or three days doing nothing with just the two of us in the bedroom… but of course, we couldn’t just flirt during the day, and we received reminders from Max of the Baden domain to return soon. So, while pretending to earnestly head towards the territory, the plan was to retreat to the inn quickly and have some intimate time, which was a rather monkey-like idea typical of me.
I don’t think the intention was bad at all. It’s just that Gretel’s “progress” far exceeded my expectations.
After eating and bathing, I was quickly captured and taken to the bedroom, where it was a full-fledged night’s sports event. And unfortunately, tonight’s sports event also ended with the overwhelming victory of the red team.
The next morning, the subordinates who had taken rooms at the same inn were all sending me warm, meaningful glances. Huh? Maybe… they mean, “Last night was enjoyable, wasn’t it?”
“My, the intensity of Madam, it’s surprising, isn’t it?”
“Last night, three times, no, four times? Amazing stamina.”
“To hear the master make such pitiful and pathetic sounds…”
“Even the famous ‘Seed of God’ and the ‘Reincarnation of the Hero’ are nothing before the ‘Mrs.’!”
Hey, you guys. If you’re going to whisper, do it so it’s not audible. It’s really hard not to be curious. Moreover, their interest is completely focused on the fact that I was completely defeated on the bed. As the head of the family, this is quite an embarrassing situation. I want my tiny bit of dignity back.
But still, why do our “nights” become known to the subordinates? Unlike the inn on the first day, which was a wooden, old-fashioned building, last night’s inn was made of solid stone… I can’t imagine that all the noises we made would resonate throughout the entire inn, can I?
“Lutz-sama, we have identified the culprit.”
Turning to the chilling voice, instead of her usual gentle smile, there was Ayaka-san, with a terrifying expression that froze her facial muscles, standing there. In her left hand, she was dragging a young girl who seemed to have partially lost consciousness.
“Huh? This girl is…”
Yes, she was one of the wind mages Max had assigned. She had shown complete loyalty according to Beato’s ‘Eyes of the Spirits’, so she had been used for personal protection. Come to think of it, I remember this girl was assigned to guard the bedroom last night.
“Yes. This person was using magic to broadcast the sacred activities of Lutz-sama to the Empire’s associates.”
“Then why to everyone…”
“She got too excited and mistakenly broadcasted it to everyone instead of a specific person.”
Huh? So does that mean that last night’s event was shared with everyone at the inn?
I know there’s a technique in wind magic to transmit audio to the desired recipient. Long-distance communication is super rare, but there are quite a few who can do it over short distances; Adele used it too. It seems this girl intended to use it to simultaneously broadcast the live commentary of the guarded bedroom to her friends as a prank… and ended up telling everyone about it?
“I’m sorry… I was wrong… Please… forgive me…”
The girl pleaded, barely catching her breath. What kind of punishment did Ayaka-san, who is always so kind to me, give to this girl?
“I will never forgive you. To ensure that no one dares to do the same thing again, I will deal with it thoroughly…”
Since that day, Ayaka-san has been whispered as the “person you absolutely must not anger” in the Baden domain, and my reputation has become pathetic, known as the “stallion being trained by his wife every night.”