”Ah… Flare, my dear..,” Kyle sighed, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her clothes.
”Hehehe, it seems you’ve grown quite accustomed to undressing me now, haven’t you?” Flare teased softly, her tone dripping with effortless nobility as she recalled how clumsy he had been on their wedding night.
Kyle hardly heard her words over the sound of his own heavy breathing. He carefully slipped off her silk nightgown, unfastened the pale ribbons of her undergarments, and laid Flare completely bare upon the soft sheets. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, curving smoothly down the arch of her waist-a sight he could admire a thousand times without ever tiring of it.
To make matters better, a brand-new Magicraft lantern had recently been mounted on the wall. Early on, Flare had felt terribly self-conscious exposed under such bright light. Now, though, she simply lay back with the cool, amused grace of an aristocrat enjoying her husband’s clear excitement.
”Goodness, it’s already this hard? Were you truly that eager, my lord?”
With a slick, sudden motion, she reached down and squeezed his length firmly.
”Ugh…!” An involuntary gasp escaped his throat as she caught him right at his weakest point.
Yet Flare did not crush him. Instead, her soft fingers stroked him gently, slowly coaxing him forward.
”Yeah… work has been so crazy lately that we haven’t done this in a while,” Kyle admitted, resting his forehead against her neck. “And I haven’t even visited Taris during all this time either…”
His father-in-law, Jack, had personally introduced both Fainess and Glenn to help with the new estate project. Terrified of making a single mistake, Kyle had thrown every ounce of his energy into the pre-opening event. Things had turned out well, leaving him with a massive wave of relief-and two full weeks of built-up desire. He was, in short, utterly pent up.
”Is that so? Well then, you have worked very hard, haven’t you?” Flare murmured, her voice laced with refined condescension as she kept her gaze fixed entirely on his member, stroking it without ever looking him in the eye.
”Ah… man, I’m just so beat…”
”And yet this tiny fellow appears to be bursting with energy.”
At last, Flare shifted her narrow, dangerous gaze upward to meet his. The moment her mocking eyes caught his and her lips curled into a sly grin, Kyle felt a sharp shock hit his chest, as though an eagle had snatched his heart right out of his ribs.
”Guh…!”
Before he could stop himself, Kyle climaxed right then and there. It was utterly embarrassing to finish from a simple hand job after all his big talk, but Flare showed no anger. She merely pulled a tissue from the bedside basket, wiped her palm with smooth, elegant movements, and smiled radiantly.
”Oh my, you were quite desperate, weren’t you? Do remember, my dear, whenever my duties prevent me, you are always permitted to seek comfort with Taris.”
”I know that, but..,” Kyle muttered, rubbing his neck.
He certainly took advantage of Taris whenever he could, but these past two weeks had simply been too hectic. Flare knew this, of course, and was merely teasing him for her own amusement.
”Hehehe, I am merely jesting. Now then, pray do as you wish to your heart’s content.”
With her hand clean, Flare rolled gracefully onto her back and extended one long, pale arm toward him. Kyle pressed his lips to the back of her soft hand, then threw himself over her, entirely unable to hold back any longer. Even though he had just come, his body flared with renewed heat; being brought to his limit so quickly had only stoked his competitive spirit.
”Ah… haah… nn…♡”
Flare’s soft, breathy moans echoed against his ears. Her voice was carefully held back, as if she were desperately trying to stifle her cries, yet it sounded so intimate that it felt like a secret whispered straight into his mind.
Normally, Kyle would have devoured her blindly in a state like this. But because she had already drained him once, his head was surprisingly clear. Sitting in that strange state of calm, he couldn’t help but remember how incredible it felt when she took control earlier.
”Hey, Flare… I have a small favor to ask. Is that okay?”
”Whatever is the matter at a time like this?” Flare replied, her lips forming a small pout as if annoyed that he had paused right when things were getting good.
Yes, victory, Kyle thought, fighting down a grin. Her sulky face almost made him lose his focus, but he steeled his nerves and fell back onto the pillows.
”How about you take the top tonight, Flare? I’m totally dead from fishing all day.”
Even to his own ears, the excuse sounded paper-thin. He could practically hear a voice screaming at him: If you’re that tired, just go to sleep! But it was all a setup to get her into position. Flare had never tried the cowgirl position before-in fact, their bedroom life had been strictly standard, sticking almost entirely to basic missionary variations. High society in this world seemed to view intimacy purely as a cold chore for making heirs, so enjoying it for pure pleasure wasn’t common practice. Or maybe he was just guessing.
”You wish for me… to be on top?” she asked, tilting her head.
”Yeah. Just straddle me.”
”How terribly unladylike…”
”Come on, just try it. Please?”
”If you insist… but do remember that I am indulging this nonsense solely because you begged, and I have no other choice.”
”Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
With an air of reluctance, Flare cautiously swung her leg over his waist and sat atop his stomach. Positioned like this, her breasts leaned forward, looking fuller than usual as they swayed with her breath. Her long, dark hair fell past her collarbone, tickling his bare chest.
”Okay, now just move your hips, line it up, and try to guide it inside,” Kyle instructed, catching his breath.
”Like… this…?”
Flare lifted her hips, grabbed his rigid length pointing toward the ceiling, and brought it against her entrance. But as she tried to balance, her knees slid against the slick sheets. Her thighs buckled, and she dropped down hard.
Squick!
His length drove deep into her warm body in one heavy, unbroken thrust.
”Nngh… haah…!?”
Flare’s eyes snapped wide in utter shock. Her body went completely rigid as she gasped for air.
”Wh-what is this… so deep…! Nngh…”
”Oh, wow… Flare, that feels incredible…”
Kyle had a front-row view of her pale, aristocratic face twisting in sheer pleasure as his body stayed embedded inside her. Reaching down, he cupped her smooth, firm buttocks, admiring how perfectly shaped she was.
”Th-this is… please wait a moment… just… nngh… oooh…”
”Yeah, take all the time you need.”
He had imagined her riding him like some cold, haughty queen, but seeing her so completely thrown off guard was even better.
”Whenever you’re ready, put your hands on my chest and try moving up and down.”
”This is so terribly indecent…”
”It’s fine, no one’s watching us.”
”…”
When Flare fell silent, Kyle panicked for a second. Did I cross the line? She had laid down a strict rule against weird acts before, so he worried he might have pushed too far. But then Flare took a deep, shuddering breath, placed her hands flat against his chest, and slowly lifted her hips.
As she moved up and down, a wave of intense heat washed over him. Yet the view above him was even wilder than the physical sensation. Her ivory skin was flushed a deep pink, her dark hair rippling over her shoulders with every movement. Her thick lashes fluttered low over her eyes as hot, shallow breaths escaped her lips, filling the room with an almost overwhelming air of pure seduction.
Holy shit, she’s so damn hot! My wife is way too sexy!
She wasn’t even trying to be naughty, which made it ten times worse. She looked so naturally seductive that he began to wonder if she had succubus blood hidden somewhere in her family tree.
”Is this… nngh♡… correct…? Haah, haah…♡”
”Ah… yeah, it’s amazing… like, seriously crazy…”
Her movements were slow and steady, nothing like his usual wild thrusting, but it felt as if she were wringing every last drop out of him. Just feeling her move on top of him sent his mind straight into the clouds. And the fact that he was allowed to finish inside her like this made it even better.
Kyle reached up, gripped her hips firmly, and pulled her down hard, driving himself all the way to her core.
”Nnfooohh…!” Flare let out a choked cry, her body trembling at her absolute limit.
”Flare, I’m gonna come…!”
”Yes, of course…”
As he pulled her close, Flare arched her back, tilting her head up to look down at him with a soft, breathtaking smile. A familiar shiver ran right down his spine. He was just about to burst when Flare suddenly bent down and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Kyle’s eyes widened in sheer shock as the sudden kiss caught him completely off guard.
With his lower half locked deep inside her and her mouth covering his, Kyle exploded into a intense, blinding climax. It was, without a doubt, the single greatest feeling he had ever experienced in either of his lives.
Perhaps she simply hadn’t wanted him to hear her cry out at the end. With his mouth sealed tight, Kyle couldn’t make a sound as he emptied himself completely inside her.
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”Hah… hah… th-that was nuts…!” Kyle gasped out the moment their lips parted.
Flare lay collapsed beside him, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily, completely shattering her usual composure.
”I never imagined I would be brought to perform such an embarrassing act..,” she murmured, her voice still trembling slightly.
”But it felt great, right? Once you get used to it, you might end up completely taking over, which honestly sounds awesome too.”
”Do you truly enjoy being dominated by a woman, my lord?”
”No, not really. It’s not about that. It’s just… because it’s you, Flare, I thought it really suited you.”
They lay close together in the dark, exchanging quiet pillow talk as their heart rates slowly settled. Eventually, Flare’s breathing smoothed out, and her cold, elegant tone returned.
”…How long do you intend to keep your hand there?”
”Huh? Oh, my bad! I wasn’t thinking,” Kyle laughed sheepishly, though he didn’t pull his hand away immediately. He had been absentmindedly stroking her rear the entire time. “Your butt just has such a great shape and feel, Flare. I couldn’t help myself.”
”Is there truly such a difference in the shape of one’s backside?”
”Of course there is.”
In this world, women almost exclusively wore long, heavy skirts that reached down to their ankles, meaning body fetishes were practically nonexistent. People judged women entirely by their face and overall grace. But Flare wore fitted trousers and exercised regularly, giving her long, toned legs and a small, tight rear that any connoisseur back on Earth would happily fight over.
”I do not mind your touch, but you have an early morning tomorrow, do you not?” Flare reminded him, resting a hand over his. “If we do not rest now, you will still be asleep when our guests awaken-which would be a most disgraceful display.”
Kyle sighed. He had been so overwhelmed by work that he’d practically burst into her room tonight, but she was entirely right. Tomorrow was packed: framing the fish rubbings, leading a stroll along the beach, teaching line casting, and finally seeing off their guests after their two-night stay. It was the grand finale of their pre-opening trial, and he had a mountain of work waiting at dawn. If he stayed here fooling around, he’d pay for it tomorrow.
The same applied to Flare. While he had been out guiding the five guests, she had managed every single land-based chore on the estate. She had to be exhausted, yet she had still welcomed him into her bed without a single complaint. He felt nothing but deep gratitude for her.
”Yeah, I really don’t wanna go, but… damn. I wish I could just sleep here with you, Flare.”
”Hehehe..,”
Flare offered him a sly, captivating smile. Shaking off his reluctance, Kyle dragged himself out of the warm sheets, fixed his clothes, and made his way toward the door.
”Good night, Flare.”
”Yes, good night, my lord.”
As he stepped out into the dark hallway, loud, rattling snoring echoed up from the guest rooms below-no doubt coming from one of the three spoiled young masters. Luckily, the other four guests were sleeping like logs after their exhausting day, so no one complained. Relieved, Kyle slipped back into his own room, climbed into bed, and finally closed his eyes.
＿＿＿＿The next morning.
Just as expected, all five guests dragged themselves downstairs while groaning and rubbing their legs, backs, and shoulders, hit hard by severe muscle pain from using body parts they hadn’t touched in years. Yet, despite the pain, every single one of them was grinning from ear to ear.
Breakfast featured plenty of fresh fish. While they avoided raw sashimi, dishes like butter-sautéed fish and pan-seared shellfish went wonderfully with warm bread and tea, making for a fantastic morning meal.
After eating, the three younger noble sons immediately formed a small bet over who could cast their line furthest into the surf, while the two older men pulled Kyle aside to ask if the grand bath would be heated during the day. By adjusting to every single request on the fly, the trial wrapped up on an absolute high note. By the time the guests packed their bags the following day, they declared themselves thoroughly satisfied with the whole experience.
The high-end pricing plan Flare had drawn up had felt terrifyingly expensive to Kyle at first, but the guests paid the heavy fee without batting an eye. In fact, they were already asking when they could book their next stay before even leaving the front gate.
Thanks to their praise, word about “Quinta’s Shore Casting” spread like wildfire among the nobility as an exciting alternative to traditional hunting, bringing in a massive wave of business inquiries. Kyle and Flare spent their days answering letters while pouring their earnings straight back into local capital investments. Naturally, nobles never traveled alone; their coachmen, maids, and bodyguards all needed food and housing, creating a massive economic boost for the entire territory.
If every visitor had been as pleasant as their first pre-opening group-people who genuinely liked Kyle and Flare-things would have been smooth sailing. But reality was never that sweet.
While many patrons came purely out of excitement for the new sport, others arrived with plain terrible attitudes. Some came merely to laugh at the so-called “Eccentric Lord of Quinta” for his strange habits, while others came explicitly to mock Flare-the cold, stern eldest daughter of the prestigious Regal family who had been effectively exiled to the countryside through a political marriage.
Watching those snide nobles look down their noses at her made Kyle’s blood boil, proving that no matter what universe you end up in, entitled jerks and customer harassment are just an unavoidable part of the service industry.
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Trivia:
- The Magicraft lantern installation represents a technological modernization in their rural setting, subtly bridging the gap between countryside life and aristocratic luxury.
- Kyle’s internal comparison of Flare to a dominatrix reveals his subconscious fascination with her natural authority, even when she’s vulnerable.
- Flare’s Sanpaku Eyes—a feature historically associated with misfortune or intensity in Japanese culture—here become a seductive weapon, turning a traditionally negative trait into a source of allure.
- Flare’s choice to kiss Kyle at the exact moment of climax reveals her lingering aristocratic pride; she couldn’t bear to have him hear her lose composure, even in intimacy.
- The pre-opening’s success with just five carefully selected guests conceals an undercurrent of social danger; once the operation goes public, the couple will face scrutiny and mockery from nobles who view their new enterprise as beneath their station.
- Kyle’s casual aside about “some Americans” with “bigger is better” tastes is a rare fourth-wall-leaning moment, a vestige of his past-life modern sensibilities bleeding into his internal narration.