Chapter 1252 – ##01_Afterword

#Afterword – 01

1.
The wedding, which had caused a stir throughout Gehenna, ended smoothly.

It was a lavish wedding, befitting a place where appearances were important, with the banquet hall lights burning for almost three days straight. The amount of alcohol consumed during that period alone would have been enough to deplete Rose Glass’s entire stock for a year.

Conversely, the ten-day honeymoon, which didn’t need to be shown off to anyone, didn’t need to be particularly extravagant.

Still, as the newlyweds were blessed with exceptional wealth and no budget concerns, they traveled around the world, holding hands and visiting various resorts.

They saw night skies untouched by urban light pollution and air pollution, sunsets slowly sinking beyond the vast horizon, massive cliffs and waterfalls, and even the aurora borealis, as the timing was right… that kind of life.

Of course, as it was a honeymoon, they also indulged in plenty of embarrassing and blush-worthy activities, making it a truly sweet and sticky time to look back on.

However, only a week after returning from the honeymoon, instead of the sweet and tangy feeling of an orange in her mouth, she was now…

“Hmm…”

Ruelle, with her thick eyebrows furrowed, was exuding the aura of a philosopher facing the greatest dilemma in the world.

In fact, there are many obstacles before and after marriage.

There are the conflicts that arise during the wedding preparation stage, known as the “marriage blue,” and even after the wedding, breakups can occur during or immediately after the honeymoon.

There is an inevitable gap between reality and romance, and the end of the honeymoon, which had been filling that gap, means that they are now truly facing reality, shattering the romantic ideals one by one.

“Hmm…”

In other words, Ruelle was now, at the point of moving beyond a simple romantic relationship and becoming a newlywed couple, contemplating the uncertain future and prospects…

No, that wasn’t it.

The one and only, supreme sea queen, Ruelle Nucellaby, doesn’t worry about such things!

Then what was she worried about?

From here, it gets a little embarrassing. Even considering it’s a story about a married couple.

Frankly speaking, “anal sex” is not a very common form of intimacy. Everyone seems to like it quite a bit, but normal intimacy is plenty enjoyable, and even if you give it five hundred concessions, it doesn’t suit a queen’s dignity.

This is the lie Ruelle tells herself. But if we delve deeper into Ruelle’s inner consciousness, it can be summed up in one word.

It’s scary.

No, how on earth can that big thing fit into that narrow place?

Of course, the twins, who are smaller than Ruelle, and the blonde, pink, green, and black-haired girls all handle it well.

But it’s still scary!

From Ruelle’s perspective, anal sex is no different from a grotesque act of inserting something into the belly button. After all, both are vestigial organs for witches.

Therefore, Ruelle, who is secretly a coward and tries to cover up what scares her, boldly declared to Siwoo:

‘Hmph. Do you think I would stoop to such vulgar and unclean acts? You dream too big.’

‘You may desire to take all of me, the treasure born of the sea, but there are dreams that must remain only in the heart.’

Since things had turned out this way, what could be done?

Siwoo didn’t force or subtly pressure her about things she didn’t like, so Ruelle still kept her virgin bottom.

“Hmm…”

However, during the honeymoon, while often being in bed with other couples, her feelings changed.

All the other couples had engaged in that uncommon form of intimacy.

And they seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Except for Ruelle.

At this point, a strange sense of alienation arises. Isn’t it worth trying at least once? Can it really feel that good? There was also a considerable amount of curiosity. But it was also awkward to suddenly reverse what she had said, and it didn’t seem like Siwoo would catch on and do it on his own.

So, she requested a consultation. With the youngest of the harem, Kybele Periwinkle.

“Why are you just sitting there making ‘hmm’ sounds? I’m busy, you know?”

“Wait a little longer. I’m choosing my words.”

“It’s been 30 minutes already, you know?”

If you call a busy person and make them sit there while you just hum for half an hour, it’s natural for their temper to worsen. Kybele, who already had a strong personality, was twirling her navy blue hair with her fingertips, showing signs of discomfort.

“There are plenty of people you could consult with if you have a problem. There’s Dorothy, and the twins. Why me of all people?”

To Kybele’s complaint, Ruelle summarized her long answer—that there are some things that are hard to discuss with those who are too close, that the twins are too much like friends and Dorothy is too much like an aunt, making it awkward, and that Kybele seemed to have a similar vibe to Dorothy and would give good answers—into one sentence.

“Because you are the least close to me.”

“That’s honest…”

“Anyway, I will tell you.”

Despite understanding, Kybele, who had become slightly sullen, listened to Ruelle’s blabbering about her worries.

Kybele, having heard the full extent of the problem, wore a slightly dumbfounded expression. Even though they were now close enough to call each other sisters, the topic was quite explicit.

“Ahem, so, what’s the general sensation like?”

“Do I have to tell you even that?”

“This is a consultation where I have personally come to ask. Do not think of hiding anything and answer with all your heart.”

But now, Kybele knew what kind of person Ruelle was.

Ruelle’s tenacity was akin to that of a moray eel or a turtle. She couldn’t be shaken off with a vague or half-hearted answer.

“You’ve seen it from the side, so you know. It’s supposed to be perverted, but it’s not really that special.”

“Explain in more detail.”

“Really, it’s just good. The first time… it’s a bit awkward.”

“Then focus on explaining what the first time is like.”

‘Do I really have to say this?’ Kybele thought, recalling the day she unboxed her Hermes knife.

At the time, she was shocked by his attempt, but she quickly got used to it. If the sharp and explosive orgasm from normal sex was a pleasure, then the pleasure from behind was a heavy, infinitely layered pleasure. And mentally, it was like a tickling, dark masochism that all parts were being conquered. It was something, something, that the place that had become useless for a witch was being ‘developed’ like his personal toy.

As she continued her explanation, slightly flushed and embarrassed, Ruelle asked seriously,

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It can’t not hurt the first time.”

“How much does it hurt?”

“About as much as your pelvis feeling stiff? But with the current Shin Siwoo, well… I don’t think there would be a problem?”

“In what sense is there no problem! You are speaking so frustratingly!”

“You little brat… Shin Siwoo is an expert.”

“An expert?”

“How many people has Shin Siwoo… developed?”

“Oh ho?”

That was a very convincing argument.

Unlike the Siwoo of the past, who relied solely on his physical prowess, the current Siwoo possessed not only his virility but also delicate techniques.

Moreover, whether it was from the front or the back, no man in history had taken as many witches’ “first times” as Siwoo.

“To put it a bit lewdly, he’s a master at taming unopened goods. What, what? Where are you going?”

“Thank you! I will not forget your help.”

With those words, Ruelle’s fear was completely gone.

2.
Ruelle is the type to decide on an answer and then hesitate. But if someone gives her a light push, she’s the type who will fly away on her own, a so-called “can-do kid.”

Having lessened her fear through her in-depth interview with Kybele, one hurdle remained for Ruelle.

That was the question of “how to ask?”

Having repeatedly declared in front of Siwoo that she wouldn’t do such vulgar things and that it was beneath a queen’s dignity, it was embarrassing to suddenly ask Siwoo to take care of business.

Not only would it look like she was going back on her words, but Siwoo, whose subconscious had been erased through war, wouldn’t even be aroused by her scent.

The point was, how could she naturally lead into their first time?

Fortunately, Ruelle knew an expert in this field.

It was when Ruelle stepped into the Gulpine tree forest in a hurry.

-Kugugugung!!!!

“Wait…! I said wait, didn’t I? Can’t you stop there…?!”

A huge vibration occurred. Startled birds flapped their wings and scattered feathers over the dense trees. Following that, Amelia’s desperate voice echoed with the Doppler effect.

Ruelle wasn’t particularly surprised. It wasn’t a sight she hadn’t seen in the past few days.

Instead, she drew up a strand of deep, calm magic, like seawater that had sunk deep from a brand.

“Mya?”

The bushes rustled, and then a small creature covered in golden light popped out.

It was Malika, who was cheerfully laughing and evading her mother, Amelia.

The following is a formalization of Malika’s thought process in language.

Currently playing tag with Mom.
Fun!

Auntie appears.
Another tagger added?
More fun!

Malika’s sparkling eyes, having found the familiar aunt Ruelle, were filled with mischief.

“……”

“……”

Malika and Ruelle’s gazes clashed, sparking. A tension like that of two gunslingers facing off in the wild west flowed between them.

Malika was the first to move.

“Hyaaaa!!!!”

It was called tag, but Malika, using magic enhancement to move on all fours, approached the speed of sound, and another dazzling light flowed from her body.

A drift worthy of the nickname “the golden flash of the Gulpine tree forest village.”

“You’re quite something for your age.”

Malika’s magical skills were improving rapidly.

The magic she naturally used under the laws she had learned on her own, without anyone teaching her, turned her small body into a cannonball, even with a small amount of magic (from this, one can guess the difficulty of raising Malika).

Just as Malika’s body was about to zigzag past Ruelle…

“But! Not so fast!”

Ruelle, who had charged her magic beforehand, laid a wave-like barrier in Malika’s path of retreat.

“Bya?!”

Malika tried to resist and break through, but Ruelle was a great witch of the 23rd rank.

“Hehehe! You still have a long way to go before you can surpass me. Train harder!”

“Hueee…”

Ruelle was surprisingly good at taking care of children. Seeing that Malika was about to become a little sullen, she put her hands under her armpits and made her fly around like an airplane.

“No! This cuteness…?! It surpasses even my beauty, which is incomparable to any pearl in the sea!”

“Ah?”

“A baby who dares to challenge my beauty! I cannot let you live!”

“Beeh?”

“Kuek! What is this sacred shield…?! Not even my curse can break through it! Kyaaaak!!!”

Malika, who was about to become sullen, was soon laughing and enjoying Ruelle’s one-person performance.

“Haa, haa, haaaaa…”

Amelia, who appeared late with her hair all messed up, sighed in relief when she saw Ruelle safely capturing Malika.