She tried to brush it off, clearly flustered by the mention of her husband’s bedroom activities.
“I’m an adult now.
I don’t think there’s anything strange about having this kind of conversation with you.”
But I pressed on with perfect logic through my Heavenly Insight.
In a barbarian tribe with no sex education videos or books, who would teach about sex?
The parents.
Not by having sex with them, but by having open, adult conversations about it once you came of age.
Athena had probably already shared all sorts of bedroom stories with the Great Mother.
“Well, you’re right.
I suppose I’ve been treating you too much like a child in my arms.
Of course parents and children can talk about these things.
Your mother hesitated for nothing.”
The Great Mother was deeply convinced by my reasoning.
Even after reuniting after three years, she still saw Geum Taeyang as a boy who had only just turned twenty.
“There was a time when the chieftain was completely lost in my embrace, living in debauchery.
It feels a bit embarrassing to brag, but it lasted quite a long time.”
Eventually, she lowered her raised arms and spoke openly about her intimate past with the chieftain.
‘A time?
So not anymore?’
Her words, expression, and tone all suggested she was recalling a distant past, not recent events.
“I thought you two had a good relationship…”
“We do!
But that’s the bond of a married couple sharing a life together.
I’m over forty, and the chieftain is over fifty, dear.”
“Even past fifty, a barbarian man’s virility isn’t ordinary.
And your beauty doesn’t age, Mother.”
“Hohoho!
My son praising his mother’s femininity makes me so happy.
Well, barbarian men can still perform until sixty.
But not as vigorously as before.”
Chieftain Conan and Great Mother Sophia weren’t just a show-window couple—they truly cherished and relied on each other.
Having watched them for about fourteen years, I could guarantee it.
Yet that very fact made their current sexless state hard to accept, so I kept asking questions.
She answered calmly.
“Of course, when a man that age feels the urge to hold a woman, he’d want someone younger with a higher chance of bearing children, wouldn’t he?
It’s common after twenty years of marriage.”
In the barbarian world, emotional harmony between spouses and physical intimacy could diverge.
The Mohican Tribe practiced polygamy, after all.
Even before officially marrying the Great Mother, Chieftain Conan had already had about three concubines.
It was a barbarian male’s instinct to spread strong genes.
Conan seemed to take new women even now, probably during his external trips.
‘Accepting it and being happy about it are different.
The Great Mother seems secretly hurt.’
Barbarian wives never showed displeasure and faithfully served their husbands.
Once married and bearing children, they developed tremendous devotion.
Even so, the body doesn’t lie.
I had clearly seen it in the Great Mother’s status window—she was still a prime barbarian female with vigorous sexual desire.
While defending the chieftain, her deep sighs betrayed the loneliness and frustration built up from long, frequent nights alone.
“I see.
Then until I get married, these breasts of yours are mine, right?”
“Hahaha!
What’s so good about this mother’s withered breasts?”
“They’re the best.
I want to bury my face in them all day, no, for days on end.”
“Fine!
My breasts belong to my Taeyang.
Until you marry, I’ll let you suckle whenever you want!”
Pat!
Pat!
Pat!
“I’m so happy…”
I had nothing to lose.
It meant there were plenty of strategic openings for me to exploit.
I used my privileges as an adopted son to boost her self-esteem with some charm, and the Great Mother, whose mood had dipped after confessing her sexless marriage, now brightened up and even patted my butt in response to her adopted son’s obsession with her breasts.
“Why is that girl still in her tent?
Taeyang, could you go fetch Athena to the main tent?”
“Yes, I’ll bring her right away, Great Mother.”
After finishing our date by the Raonjena River, the Great Mother and I returned to the tents.
She prepared a dinner that was almost a feast, while I organized my things in the tent before heading to the chieftain’s main tent, drawn by the smell of cooking.
But Athena, who should have been there already, hadn’t arrived.
‘Is Athena really not feeling well?’
Following the Great Mother’s request, I headed toward Athena’s tent, recalling how she had claimed to be in poor condition just hours earlier.
“Dinner’s almost ready.
Come to the main tent and eat.”
I opened the entrance to Athena’s tent and spoke half-sternly.
“Hey!
What are you doing?
You should knock on the wooden chime before entering!”
Athena, lying under the blanket in the spring weather, shouted back in a sharp voice.
The wooden chime was like a doorbell hanging at the entrance.
“Since when do I knock when I come here?”
“Shut up!
Knock from now on!”
I shot back without backing down, and Athena growled even more.
“Sorry, it’s your welcome-back day so we should eat together, but I really don’t feel well.
Tell Mom for me.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah…”
“Shouldn’t you take medicine?”
“It’s not that serious.
I think resting today will be enough.”
Her fighting spirit quickly faded.
Mine did too.
If she was really sick, there was nothing I could do.
“Then take care of yourself.
You weakling.
Getting like this after just one handjob and one blowjob.
How are you ever going to get married?”
“You little—!!”
After giving her a good verbal jab, I left.
‘She really must be in bad shape.
Normally she’d have jumped out and smacked the back of my head by now.’
Having confirmed Athena’s condition, Geum Taeyang nodded and headed toward the main tent.
‘Ughhh…!
My legs are shaking so much I can’t even stand…’
After her childhood friend Geum Taeyang left, Athena seethed with frustration.
Even though he had openly provoked her, all she could do as his fourteen-year friend was throw a tantrum.
It was maddening.
But the moment he left and she threw off the blanket, even throwing a tantrum felt like a luxury.
She was drenched in sweat, and not only her top but even her bottoms were missing.
‘Hnnngh…!
The water won’t stop…!
It’s so hot…!’
Touch…!
Touch…!
Drip…!
Drip…!
Drip…!
In that state, Athena carefully reached between her legs and began shyly touching her lewd area.
Her body was burning so hot that steam could practically be seen rising from it.