Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Epilogue (4)

It didn’t mean that Irit wasn’t cute. However, for Raven, Molitia had always been at the top of his list. If Irit, who looked like her, was someone that he would protect at the cost of his life, Molitia was like his entire life itself.

“Irit, make sure you cover yourself with a blanket so that you won’t be catching a cold later.”

“Hehe.”

Raven eventually chose to close his lips tightly. He was somewhat dissatisfied, but he thought that the situation wasn’t that bad since Irit and Molitia were smiling ever so brightly.

The child yawned loudly as soon as he plunged into the warm blanket. It was way past his bedtime, so he might have reached his limit already.

The child wanted to enjoy this special opportunity. He snuggled into Molitia’s arms, hugged her waist and proceeded to talk all night long.

But habits were such a fearsome thing. Terrified in passing his usual sleeping time, the child began to feel somnolence laden on his eyelids.

When she began patting the back of her child, who was whining faintly since he didn’t wish to sleep, he soon shifted to leaden breaths instead. She waved her hand in front of her child, wondering if he was lying again this time, but there was no sign of getting up at all.

“Finally, I guess you’re really sleeping now.”

“I didn’t expect him to lie.”

“He’s already old enough to do it.”

Although the child didn’t realize that it had been a bad thing himself, they would have to teach their child about this problem steadily. If he were to lie, there would be consequences.

Raven swept Molitia’s hair over her ear while she was looking down lovingly at the sleeping child.

Due to their act earlier, the flush that hadn’t disappeared yet remained rather bleak now. He then clung onto her hair with his thumb as if he was still trailing after it.

“It’s too bad. That was one of my few chances to win a reward.”

“I can always give you a reward.”

Anytime at all—Raven’s eyes were all on her.

“Even now?”

“What—Raven!”

Despite her shouting in embarrassment, Molitia still looked back at the child quickly. She wondered what if the child had awakened to her voice.

However, he was deeply asleep. The child was already sleeping—without even tossing and turning. Raven then covered Molitia’s lips as she tried to heave a sigh of relief when her child didn’t awaken.

“Huuh…”

There was a tiny, suppressed sound transpiring in between their child. His hand, which was caressing her cheek, calmly lowered itself before touching her chest.

His hands slowly slid down to her supple curves. Her waist became stiff when he lifted her thin slip and went right between her round hips.

“Raven, what the hell is this…”

“Shh, I don’t want to wake him up.”

Raven wore a playful smile and poked a little deeper. Her eyes closed tightly as he nudged between her hips before pushing a finger right into them.

“A, haah…”

Her jaw had trembled sweetly. His finger scraped her insides as it hadn’t gotten wet yet. Nevertheless, just a few familiar touches had quickly moistened her bottom. The reciprocating movements stuttered a little bit, but they never had any hesitation during entering and leaving with her love juices acting as lubricant.

Molitia squeezed the place that was just next to Irit’s bedside. Whenever she saw her child had twitched, she instantly felt a sense of betrayal surging.

She knew that she shouldn’t be doing this, but she didn’t dare to stop him at all. Her back flinched every time his fingers had squeezed through the red flesh.

Raven’s blatant gaze eventually reached her. His arm might have been hurt due to the awkward posture, but he didn’t care and still pushed into her hard.

The silhouettes of those two were fluttering stridently along with the fire. As she finally reached a light climax, her lips immediately trembled in breaths.

“That’s just it for today.”

Raven, who was still moistening his lips, appeared rather drowsy.

“The rest will be tomorrow—when Irit isn’t sleeping in our bedroom.”

Molitia nodded her head softly. She couldn’t have done this twice. Apart from the thrill, it seemed like she was doing something that she shouldn’t be towards her own child.

———————–

The weather was utterly sunny the next day.

It was such a perfect day for Raven and Irit to ride a horse. Molitia was looking at the two of them from a nearby table.

“Mother!”

With beads of sweat lingering on his forehead from the time he was learning horse riding, Irit then clung onto her lap.

“Have you learned how to ride?”

“Yes! It was very fun.”

The child was all excited and bubbly. But just for a moment, the child glanced at his father, who was still checking the saddle of the horse, before he whispered softly into Molitia’s ear.

“But Mother, did you fight over Irit yesterday…?”

“Hmm?”

The child’s voice crept even further into Molitia’s also puzzling voice.

“I was sleeping last night and suddenly, Mother was frowning.”

Ah! Molitia’s face instantaneously flushed. Irit’s face also slumped as it blazed up without him hiding it at all.

“Did you fight because of Irit?”

“No, no! No way!”

Molitia straight away shook her hand as hard as she could.

“We didn’t fight. So, Irit, don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

And just in time, Raven popped in and hugged her waist before giving her cheek a kiss.

It was already a familiar touch.

“Look, right?”

The child’s face, which seemed to have been lethargic then, had awakened due to the amiable air between the two of them. The child, who had finally regained his vitality afresh, began running towards the hill to ride the pony once more.

“What’s wrong?”

“Raven…”

Her heart was still in a state of suspense when she recalled it again. Molitia gazed at him before heaving a sigh.

“…See you in the bedroom.”

For Raven, who seemingly knew nothing at all, it had been truly questionable.

〈 Duke, Please Stop Because It Hurts 〉 End

T/N: We just have a few extras remaining for this novel ~