For the workers of the estate, the recent introduction of the hot spring was a revelation.
Morale had soared, their spirits lifted by the promise of relaxation and rejuvenation.
The workers’ families, who had long suffered from ailments—bad knees, fatigue, and the relentless burdens of life—found solace in the hot spring.
The whispers of rejuvenation spread like wildfire through the territory, and soon, the estate’s butler found himself burdened with requests from townsfolk eager to immerse themselves in the healing embrace of the springs.
Yet Sienna-Rose remained silent on the matter.
In the aftermath of the hot spring’s unveiling, as the one who’ll spend the night with Sienna-Rose, Sophia lay sprawled on top of Sienna-Rose’s body, her breath coming in soft, measured gasps.
“You know, it would be better if we could have access for the public to the hot spring, I mean.” Sophia is a mess; she can’t think straight.
The sensation of her wife’s warmth enveloped her, a cocoon of safety and intimacy that made the outside world fade away.
There’s no longer the aloof and indifferent sorceress who didn’t care about her partner’s pleasure; in her place is a woman brimming with vitality and a passion that left Sophia breathless.
It had been hours since they indulged themselves with each other, and Sophia’s mind was still reeling from the intensity of their connection.
Olivia and Claire were right; their wife is changed.
“Is it?” Sienna-Rose murmured, her voice a soft caress against the backdrop of their shared languor.
Her fingers traced delicate patterns along Sophia’s bare back, each stroke igniting a warmth that spread through the younger woman’s core.
Sophia’s voice trembled with a blend of excitement and disbelief as she spoke.
“You could turn your grandpa’s shed into a bar or an inn. It’s bigger than the one we have, and I bet Lady Claire would love to take care of it.”
Sienna-Rose’s lips curved into a soft smile.
“I’ll think about it,” she replied, her tone contemplative.
Deep down, she knew that opening the hot spring to the community was an idea with merit, but a part of her wanted to keep this enchanted sanctuary solely for her beloved wives.
Since her dream from the first time after realizing she’s waking up in the world of her own game is to share the hot spring with her wives.
Nothing more, nothing less, because in the game she can’t bring anyone to the hot spring.
“Are you going to continue?” Sophia asked her wife, her voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness.
The throbbing need she felt was impossible to ignore.
Sienna-Rose’s gaze met Sophia’s, a spark of playfulness igniting in her eyes.
“Do you want me to?” she asked, her voice low and alluring.
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat at the intensity of Sienna-Rose’s stare.
“Yes, please,” she breathed, her cheeks flushing with desire.
“You can be a little bit rough with me too,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.
Something shifted in Sienna-Rose’s expression at Sophia’s words, a primal hunger flickering to life within her.
The idea of indulging Sophia’s desire for a more intense touch sent a surge of arousal through her.
With a decisive move, she pulled Sophia close, her touch becoming more assertive and unyielding.
Sienna-Rose’s touch became heated and demanding as she pulled Sophia firmly against her.
Her fingers traced the curves of Sophia’s body with a claiming, almost possessive quality, her palms pressing firmly against the younger woman’s skin.
Sophia shivered as Sienna-Rose’s hands roamed her form, kneading the supple flesh with a delicious combination of tenderness and intensity.
The sorceress’ grip tightened, her nails lightly dragging along Sophia’s spine, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the writhing woman.
Sienna-Rose’s caresses were no longer delicate and exploratory but purposeful and assertive.
She seemed to map every inch of Sophia’s body, committing the responsiveness of her skin to memory.
The air crackled with mounting passion as Sienna-Rose’s ministrations became more insistent, her movements driving Sophia deeper into a haze of desire.
Every stroke, every gentle squeeze, communicated an unspoken hunger that made Sophia’s very core ache with need.
Sophia trembled under the onslaught of Sienna-Rose’s heightened touch, her body responding with such burning desire.
The sorceress’ firm, unyielding caresses ignited a wildfire of sensation within her, making every nerve ending sing with blissful arousal.
A strangled moan escaped Sophia’s lips as Sienna-Rose’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her flush against the older woman’s toned form.
The contrast between Sienna-Rose’s steely grip and the delicate brush of her fingertips sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Sophia’s system.
She stares into Sienna-Rose’s eyes, wild, burning, and filled with passion.
Not the same empty eyes she knew for a year and a half before; this woman truly desires her.
“Ugh!” Arching into the contact, Sophia’s hands grasped at Sienna-Rose’s shoulders, her nails scraping lightly against the smooth skin.
She craved more—more pressure, more intensity, more of Sienna-Rose’s commanding touch to overwhelm her senses.
“Yes,” Sophia breathed, her voice ragged with unbridled need.
“Don’t hold back. Take me, claim me as yours.”
The desperation in her tone only seemed to further stoke the flames of Sienna-Rose’s desire.
The sorceress’ lips crashed against Sophia’s in a searing, bruising kiss, swallowing the younger woman’s whimpers of pleasure.
Sophia surrendered herself completely, melting into Sienna-Rose’s embrace as the sorceress’ hands roamed her body with a hunger that bordered on feral.
In that moment, Sophia existed only to be possessed, to be consumed by the woman she adored.
Olivia and Claire stared at Sophia’s disheveled figure in the morning when she walked into the dining room for breakfast.
Sophia looked lovely as usual.
She even wears a dress, not her usual working suit she wears whenever she goes to her merchant guild, the one with pants and boots.
Yet, despite her lovely appearance, the air about her suggested a weariness that was hard to miss.
Haley eyed Sophia’s disheveled state with concern.
“You okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“You know, you can have your breakfast in your room, right?” Olivia offered, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Sophia shot back with a wry grin.
“Hah! And miss seeing that smug face on our wife’s face? Not a chance.”
Claire chuckled, rolling her eyes in amusement.
“You’re totally defeated, Lady Sophia,” she teased.
“We all did,” Sophia reminded her, a touch of pride in her tone.
Haley, still puzzled, asked, “Defeated in what?”
In unison, Olivia, Claire, and Sophia replied, “Drink your tonic tonight.”
Haley’s eyes widened, a mixture of understanding and disbelief crossing her features.
“That bad?” she asked softly.
“That good,” Olivia corrected, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Sophia’s voice, hoarse with exhaustion, echoed the sentiment.
“Too intense.”
Suddenly, Sienna-Rose swept into the dining room, her radiant presence commanding attention.
“Oh, it’s so good to see my wives here,” she exclaimed, her joy evident as she began showering them with affectionate kisses.
The four women, unable to resist the allure of their beautiful and undeniably captivating partner, struggled to maintain their composure in the face of Sienna-Rose’s morning brilliance.
The dining room soon filled with the comforting aroma of a hearty breakfast, the perfect remedy to soothe Sophia’s weary state.
As the women gathered around the table, an air of tranquility settled over the scene.
Sienna-Rose ensured that each of her wives had their fill of the delectable spread before them.
She listened intently as they recounted the events of the previous day, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.
As the last remnants of breakfast lingered on their plates, the atmosphere was imbued with a sense of warmth and camaraderie.
The women savored the moment, their laughter and chatter weaving a comforting tapestry of connection.
It was then that Sienna-Rose’s voice, soft yet resonant, broke the tranquil silence.
“Now that I’ve fulfilled my promise to Sophia, to Haley and her sister—whom I’ll be visiting today—it’s time for me to honor my promise to Olivia,” she announced, her gaze shifting to her beloved.
Olivia, momentarily distracted, jerked her head up in surprise.
“Huh?”
“Let’s go to Ashburn Marquisate and bring your son home. If he wishes, I’ll adopt him officially,” Sienna-Rose said, a tender smile gracing her lips.
Olivia’s heart raced, disbelief coursing through her veins.
Memories flooded back—her older brother had orchestrated her marriage to Sienna-Rose, a union intended to bolster their family’s influence over the imperial family.
The only condition Sienna-Rose had insisted upon was that Olivia’s son would not be part of their lives.
This had been a condition agreed upon by Ian Ashburn, her brother, who had taken custody of her son to ensure the marriage could proceed.
“A-are you sure? For real?” Olivia’s voice trembled, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
Sienna-Rose could sense the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.
Regret gnawed at Sienna-Rose, a feeling that the old version of herself had been a fool for allowing a son to be separated from his mother.
“Yes, I’m sure. We can also bring his teacher along,” Sienna-Rose reassured her.
“Would you really do that for me? You’ll let me take Ivan back?” Olivia stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor as she walked toward Sienna-Rose.
“Absolutely. If you want, I’ll officially adopt him and list him as Ivan Miller,” Sienna-Rose said, reaching out to clasp Olivia’s hand gently in hers.
“Are you not lying? I can truly be with my son again?” Tears of joy spilled down Olivia’s cheeks as she allowed herself to fall into Sienna-Rose’s warm embrace.
“Yes, we’ll depart next week. Will that be alright for you? The Ashburn is in the West, about three weeks’ journey,” Sienna-Rose replied, her voice soothing, filled with promise.
“Yes! Yes! That’ll be alright! Can we take Lady Claire along?” Olivia asked, her enthusiasm bubbling over.
Claire stared at her in disbelief, taken aback by the unexpected request.
In the realm of nobility, it was customary for wives to desire their spouses all to themselves, often disregarding the presence of any mistresses.
Yet Olivia had always been uniquely accommodating, embracing the dynamics of her relationship with Sienna-Rose and her fellow wives.
“Why?” Claire asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“There’s no way I’m dealing with our wife alone for three weeks—there and back! Are you kidding me?” Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically, her expression a mix of exasperation and humor.
The playful banter elicited a hearty laugh from Sienna-Rose and made her feel like a total pervert.