I Don’t Want To Be The Hero’s Wife – Chapter 005

Anark ignored Rona’s pleas and used his tongue to push the semen back into the hole, where it kept trying to spill out. His tongue, covered in small bumps, brushed over her sensitive spot.

Soon, a thick mass of flesh hovered around the entrance before invading the cave filled with white fluid.

“You… put it in…?”

Rona couldn’t finish her sentence. The thick tongue parted the wrinkled inner walls and freely explored every corner deep inside.

The man’s sharp nose pressed against her clitoris, and his soft lips teased her labia. His hot breath touched her wet skin, making it feel as though her entire pussy was being caressed.

“Ah! Hnnngh…!”

When Anark swirled his tongue inside as if kissing her inner walls, it felt like her tender flesh was melting. His prominent nose pressed roughly against her swollen peak, intensifying Rona’s arousal to the extreme.

As he licked her dirtied lower parts, the words Anark had spoken just moments ago came unbidden to her mind.

‘How does it feel to be fucked by a man who used to be your servant?’

As if fully aware of his original status, Anark moved his tongue with care. It truly felt like a servant tending to a noble lady.

Perhaps reading Rona’s innermost thoughts, the man who had taken on the role of a servant spoke the title he once used to call her, while still pressing his mouth against her hole.

Mistress.

“……!”

Though the word came out muffled, Rona could hear it clearly. She clutched the bedsheet, feeling as if the accumulated pleasure was about to explode all at once.

‘Mistress’… a title he hadn’t uttered even once since they married. And yet, he chose to say it here, of all places, in bed. The deliberate choice of words made her face wrinkle like the bedsheet beneath her.

‘Why is that man only like this in bed…?’

In front of others, he always behaved like a calm gentleman. But lately, whenever they were alone, he acted like a debauched libertine.

Rona barely managed to lift her trembling lashes and looked down at Anark, who was devotedly licking her. The man drank from her as if he’d gone days without nourishment, gulping her lower juices like water.

His cheeks had sunken deeply, showing just how much effort he was putting in. It was a thoroughly obscene… and filthy sight.

‘At this rate… I really do feel like some noble lady harassing an innocent servant.’

…Though the look in the man’s eyes was anything but innocent… more like that of a servant ravishing his mistress, Rona still felt a guilt she shouldn’t have, just from meeting his gaze.

Soon after, Rona reached her climax.

At that moment, Anark withdrew his tongue from her hole and brought his mouth to her clitoris.

His hot tongue urged her climax on, rubbing the swollen bud rapidly up and down as he sucked hard with wet, slurping sounds.

“Ah! No! Ah, stop! I’m coming… I’m coming already…!”

As a sharper wave of stimulation pierced her mid-orgasm, Rona lost all sense and cried out. When the overwhelming pleasure exceeded her limits…

A stream of clear liquid shot up from the hole where she usually peed.

“Aaahhh! Ah…!”

A voice drowned in ecstasy echoed out in a plaintive cry.

A stream of clear liquid arced through the air. Drips of it splattered onto the man’s face and clothes, but he paid it no mind and simply took in the sight to the very end.

“Hah… haah…”

The woman’s eyes turned hazy. She could barely hold herself upright, her body limp and spent. Gasping for air, lips parted and chest rising and falling, Rona looked completely undone, prompting Anark to speak in a low, husky voice.

“Should I put you back in diapers like when you were little? What’s with all this leaking? Answer me… Mistress.”

It seemed he’d thrown away any concern for his status as a count; the man uttered vulgar words without hesitation. In truth, just the sight of her so utterly ruined had his head spinning, leaving him barely sane.

Why hadn’t I touched her like this sooner?

“Should’ve thrown away that pathetic conscience and just lived like a fucking dog.”

As if I was ever a gentleman to begin with.

Anark savored the lingering taste of the woman in his mouth, regretful of all the time that had already slipped by. Salty yet sweet… it was an addictive flavor.

His own semen might’ve been mixed in, but if it had come from inside Rona, he felt he could eat anything. His gaze briefly drifted to the fruit basket on the side table.

It might’ve been fun to try something with that right now… but first, he figured it was best to deal with the unbearable pressure below.

While Rona was still barely able to catch her breath, Anark turned her over and grabbed her hips, lifting them up.

A heavy weight pressed down against her back. The moment she felt the man’s chest touch her spine and his cock fill her completely from within…

“Ah…!”

Rona had no choice but to cry out like a beast.

“Ugh, ah, aahng! Ahng!”

As if he’d become some kind of breeding stallion, Anark gripped her waist and pounded into her wildly. He thrust with savage force, as though this moment was what he’d been restraining himself for all along.

Rona barely held herself up with her arms and head, but the rough movements made it feel like she could collapse at any second. Yet, caught in the firm grip of the man’s large hands, she couldn’t even fall… only offer up her hips.

Anark’s cock, thrusting into her like an iron rod, played no small part. His penis, swollen as if ready to burst, stirred every inch inside Rona before greedily spilling his seed.

“……!”

The overwhelming pleasure that crashed over her like a tidal wave made it impossible to stay conscious. Rona choked on her breath and closed her eyes.

Just before she fully blacked out, she turned her head to catch a glimpse of her husband’s face.

Through her dimming vision, she saw him, his face contorted. The man who had never once held her throughout their marriage was now undone by lust, eyes shut tight and lips bitten raw.

‘So… he could make a face like that after all…’

But then why, back then…

Over his flushed, ecstatic expression, the shadow of the past flickered into view… the face of her husband who hadn’t blinked once, even as she tried to seduce him.

* * *

A vast room.

The room boasted a tremendous size, befitting a noble’s mansion. It looked more like the master’s chamber than that of the lady of the house. Yet the furnishings within were pitiful, as though it belonged to a fallen noble.

A chilly air lingered around the unused fireplace, and while the large furniture pieces looked expensive, they had clearly been neglected, mold had crept up the backs of them.

The lightbulbs hadn’t been replaced, leaving the room dim, and wind seeped in through the broken lattice window, letting out eerie sounds like a ghost wailing.

“Haah…”

Rona always felt consumed by lethargy when alone in the dark room. The vastness, wrapped in silence, seemed to swallow her whole.

…but tonight, she couldn’t just lie there quietly. She was now a proper adult, of an age where she could understand her circumstances.

‘Now that you’ve come of age, you should be preparing for divorce.’

‘Divorce…?’

‘Once tomorrow comes and you’re an adult, Lord Anark won’t have to live with you anymore, right? He only stayed because of your late parents’ dying wish!’

‘Ah…’

‘You’re not thinking of clinging to Lord Anark, are you? If you have any conscience, you’ll stop leeching off him and leave!’

On the night before the 18th Foundation Day, Rona bit her lip as she recalled what the head maid had said.

Madam Andersen was right.

‘…Now that I’m an adult, there’s no reason for Anark to keep this marriage going. Just like she said, he’ll want a divorce. I’m of no use to him.’

Unlike other noblewomen who could offer support to Anark, once a commoner, I had nothing to give. If I don’t end up holding him back, that alone would be a relief…

‘Haha! Look who it is! The one blemish on the hero’s record!’

…No, maybe I already have.

Rona’s eyes welled up.

She knew all too well that if Anark served her with divorce papers, she’d have no choice but to accept.

A girl with nothing, an unrefined brat, a parasite lucky enough to live off her husband’s success. That’s what they called Rona Neville… the hero’s wife.

But…

“We were always together… And now, divorce…”

She didn’t want to be apart from him. Being together had been natural from the moment she was born. But if they divorced… she felt like she would never see him again.

They lived in different worlds now.

“…”

Her mind was already troubled from overhearing other nobles at the Foundation Day banquet making bets about her.

The topic was when, exactly, now that she was an adult, Anark would divorce her. Some even joked it might be tonight.

Their sneers echoed in her ears.

Panic rose in her chest.

If everyone was saying it, didn’t that mean Anark had already made up his mind? Maybe he had even told them himself…

A shadow fell across Rona’s face.

Lately, Anark’s gaze toward her had grown colder and more menacing, feeding her unease.

“If I want to stop the divorce, wh-what should I…”

As despair began to fill her, something caught Rona’s eye.