The Virtuous Wife Lete Succumbs To Lascivious Venomous Fangs And Exposes Her Fallen True Self - Chapter 12
Once again, that day, Knight Dennis was drinking at home.
However, his spirits remained completely down.
(Damn it… I don’t know how this will end if things keep going like this.)
His lordship, Baron Bartholomew, has locked himself in a room with the captured wife, Lete. According to gossip from the servants, they have completely fallen for each other and become very close.
In that case, what will happen to him, the one who caused Lete’s husband’s death?
If she holds a grudge, wouldn’t she ask the lord to punish him?
No, maybe she used her charms to seduce the lord for that purpose…
The punishment could very well mean execution…
Dennis drank the entire bottle in one go, out of frustration.
“You’ve had enough to drink!”
Dennis’s wife yelled at him.
The middle-aged woman, consumed by anger and showing no sign of calm or peace, was shouted at by her completely thuggish husband.
“Shut up! I didn’t ask for anything from you!”
In a fit of rage, he threw the bottle. It hit the wall and shattered into pieces.
Seeing his wife clutching her head and letting out a small scream, Dennis irritably stood up.
“Tch… this isn’t fun!”
He spat those words and left the house.
After he left, a little boy quietly peeked out from the back of the small house.
“Mom, are you okay?”
“Yeah. He’s changed. He used to be my knight when he was younger…”
His wife sighed.
The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Every glamorous city has its dark side.
Crimes happen every day. That means there are victims every day.
When he was young and just awarded a medal, Knight Dennis had participated in cracking down on illegal slave traders.
One of the people he saved back then was the woman who would later become his wife.
The wife, who knew the husband filled with sincerity and passion in the past, gazed sadly at the broken bottle smashed against the wall.
(At least he didn’t throw it at me. I want to believe there’s still some of the old him left.)
――Deep in the Forest――
Dennis’s house was in a village next to the lord’s estate, but he entered the forest outside the village, not staying in the village itself.
He continued walking, frustrated. The cool shade of the leaves, the scent of the trees, none of it brought him any comfort now.
Suddenly, he noticed the sound of water and a presence, so he stopped in his tracks.
There was a woman bathing in a small pond deep in the forest.
It was Lete, the woman the lord was infatuated with.
She was alone, bathing in the water completely naked.
The woman looked at Dennis. A shadow falling across her face.
“You… why are you here…?”
“You must repent for my husband’s death and ask his spirit for forgiveness. Soon, Bartholomew-san will give you the opportunity for atonement.”
Lete didn’t answer Dennis’s question, but instead responded with words that called the lord by “san.” This subtly hinted at the closeness between them.
And how could this woman get here first?
“You can use strange magic, can’t you? You must have used it to seduce the lord…”
Saying this, Dennis drew the sword from his waist.
Despite sensing an eerie, unknown aura from the woman, and perhaps because of it, he swung his sword at her. His arm had become sluggish from days of decadence, but it was still a blade that no novice could evade.
The sword struck Lete.
The woman’s figure broke apart into droplets, splattering Dennis and soaking him.
Dennis let out a gasp of astonishment, reflexively wiping his face.
Just then, a woman’s voice came from behind, near his ear.
“You can’t stay a bad person. You’ve forgotten love, haven’t you…”
The woman’s slender fingers touched his chin, making Dennis turn around.
It was the strength of a fragile woman.
But no matter how much he tried to resist or shake her off, Dennis’s body barely moved. It was as if it had been stiffened from the inside with glue.
Turning around, Dennis found Lete, naked, collapsing into his arms. With a sorrowful look, she placed her soft, red lips on his.
Her tongue slid in.
The woman’s tongue sought his’s, entwining with it, mixing their saliva and breath.
The woman’s arms and fingers moved tenderly, stripping the man of his clothes.
The exposed p3nis was tenderly and lewdly touched, teased, and stroked by her delicate hands, quickly becoming erect.
The woman who had grasped it released her lips. The shadow faded from her seemingly calm face, and a gentle smile appeared.
“What will pierce me is not a sword, but you, here… your precious self.”
The woman’s eyes were shining with lust.
Her delicate arm pushed Dennis, who was unable to move. He ended up leaning against a tree by the water.
The woman pressed her body against the man from the front. She grasped his p3nis and guided it into her most private place.
The hot, slick sensation wrapped around his p3nis, sucking, entangling, and tightening, while swallowing it deeper and deeper.
The man leaned back and groaned as the p3nis received intense pleasure.
The woman also arched back and groaned. While doing so, she moved her hips lewdly, pushing his meat stick deeper into herself.
Before long, the sounds of their moans stopped. Instead, two heated breaths exchanged in the stillness of the forest.
The two of them stood, tightly embracing each other, and exchanged another kiss. Their tongues tangled as they passionately moved their hips.
His glans repeatedly struck the innermost part of her v4g1na. After several attempts, his semen finally erupted.
A moan escaped from between their pressed lips.
Her hips continued to shake, forcing him to ejaculate repeatedly.
They stood, locked in each other’s arms, immersed in climax, and reached their peak together.
Their lips parted.
The woman’s eyes were filled with heat and wet.
“Have you remembered love?”
The man stood there, dazed. Something was seeping into his consciousness…
The woman moved, pulled his p3nis from her genitals, then knelt and licked it. Her tongue explored it, and the c0ck quickly regained its hardness.
“Ah… you’re as strong as my husband. We can love each other so much…♡”
While mentioning her husband, the married woman licked the c0ck of her husband’s enemy and implied that she wanted even more.
The man reminisced about his wife, the times when they desperately sought each other despite their inexperience. And the product of their love, their son.
The woman got up once more.
His erect p3nis was once again engulfed by her s3x.
This time, the man moved his hips fiercely, seeking the woman. His body only moved with freedom at those moments, but his thoughts were too far gone to notice.
Gradually, as his will was being tainted by something unknown, the man moaned and wept.
“I’m sorry… I killed you… I’m so sorry… Woodcutter, it was my fault… Ah, it was all me…”
While crying and apologizing to the man he had killed, Dennis embraced the man’s wife, penetrating her with his c0ck and savoring her innermost depths.
The man’s wife clung to the sobbing Dennis, and reached her climax.
Within the married woman’s v4g1na, semen erupted once again.
In the quiet depths of the forest, the two of them drowned in s3x over and over.
Lete: A gentle-looking young wife who lives in a forest town. She appears to be just over twenty years old.
Baron Bart: The lord who governs a section of the forest.
Dennis: A violent knight.
Chapter length 2877 characters.