287: Mantra?

Saturday's chapter.

Sunday's off, but I'll upload an extra chapter as an apology. Tomorrow though, since I'm incredibly tired from all the writing and editing.

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Chapter 286 ℯ

Clang!

Clang!

As Teresa trained in the training hall of the inner castle, which was accessible only to a few, we all watched from the sidelines.

All as in…

“Wow! She’s so beautiful, brother.” Martha said, watching Teresa train.

“Elegant too. She will make a good wife.” Sandra chimed in.

Everyone had a praise for Teresa. Tara, Tanya, and whoever else met her. If there was one person who was silent, it was…

“All is fine, Jack. But she better not forget her place. I’m your first wife.” Rayla said with an expression that clearly conveyed her dislike for the situation.

Did I pioneer jealousy in this world?

Sweet.

From the way Rayla acted before, I was sure she would find a girl for me to officially marry, but now that I had married a girl of proper age, by the standards of this world and time, Rayla was acting unusually cold towards her.

Must be protective instincts.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget, mother,” I replied with a smile. Actually, the one she was asking not to forget was me. Since I had to prioritize her or Teresa, given the situation.

And no way in hell was I going to prioritize anyone else in the world before Rayla.

“Good. Now come, Jack. It has been a long time since we last had sex.” Rayla said and turned to walk to the new rooms each one of them had been given.

“Me too. Me too.” Martha enthusiastically said, even though she got seven rounds two weeks ago.

“I think I could use some of your dick too.” Sandra calmly replied.

Haa…

This was going to be a hassle to explain.

“Actually, mother, sisters…” I called them out as I walked behind them, making them all stop, and most of all, making Rayla look at me with an expression that said, ‘You better not refuse.’

Unfortunately, I’d have to.

Two weeks ago, when I had planned to have sex with them, had I done it with them then, it would have been fine. But they were pregnant for about more than seven weeks now. Seven weeks and three days to be precise. They were entering the crucial phase of their pregnancy where the body and the fetus couldn’t bear strong strains.

Strains come from not only sex, but also from work, or a lot of moving around. At this stage, a lot of moving around is fine, but strenuous sex is out of the question. Most of all, if it was done in the vaginal canal.

Anal was out of the question too, since it’d still have a strain on their bodies. I’d rather be safe than sorry. I had at least that much control.

I explained it all to them, and even explained how, after nine months of that day, children would be coming out of them.

I took them to Rayla’s room to explain all that. Martha was horrified while Rayla and Sandra listened calmly.

They asked questions such as what would happen to them, whether or not they should be careful about something else, and most of all, would it hurt or not?

I gave them the cleaner version for now and hid all the horrifying facts of the pregnancy.

“So we can’t have sex for such a long time?” Martha asked with a saddened expression.

“Trust me, Martha. It pains me more than it pains you.” I said with pain dripping in my words and added, “But we must be careful for our children. If this is successful, we would never need to rely on the temple again.”

Rayla, who had been silent throughout all of this, asked a question for the first time, and it wasn’t about how it would affect her or something else. No. It was something far more simpler.

“Jack…” She paused for a while, as if still digesting everything. “I can have children again?”

Ah, right. The rule in this world said one person could only have four children, with one man or woman only. No second chances. For Rayla, who would be getting children again, it was something that was like a light. Or another bout of horror.

She didn’t specify.

“Yes, mother,” I replied with the former assumption in mind and a smile on my face.

“Thank goodness.” Rayla simply said, still with no emotion on her face except for the dazed expression of still coming to terms with everything.

“Why don’t we all rest for today? We can discuss more tomorrow.” I said and stood up, leaving the mother and daughters to come to terms with reality.

“Why don’t we sleep together, Jack?” Martha asked.

“No. He should sleep with his wife.” Sandra interjected, not an ounce of jealousy in her voice. That was apparently only Rayla’s thing for now.

Rayla didn’t have any input about it, so she just bid me farewell for the night, and I left the room.

As I did, I must have walked only for a little while before I saw Teresa making her way to me with Valeria in tow.

“Come, husband. Our room has been prepared. We should get our much-needed rest.” Teresa said.

I ignored her for now and turned to Valeria. “Lady Valeria. You should be resting.”

“Why are you calling your grandmother by her title?” Teresa asked before Valeria could say anything.

“It is how I was trained in etiquette.” I simply replied and turned to Valeria and gave her the go-ahead to reply.

“I shall see to Her Highness's needs for the night until a servant is appointed,” Valeria replied.

“It is not needed.” I replied, “You should rest.”

“It is needed. I need a bath and a change of attire.” Teresa interjected.

“Lady Valeria is at a crucial stage of her health. She should be resting. That can all be done by yourself.” I replied.

It couldn’t be, since nobles in this time would even ask their servants to shit for them if they could, so changing clothes without them was a thought none of them had since birth.

“Do you expect this princess to change her attire herself?” Teresa asked as if she was deeply offended.

“It is Lady Elara’s orders that Lady Valeria rest. Do you intend to go against her orders?” I asked. I had to bring in the big guns because I knew Teresa wouldn’t be able to say anything to that.

As expected, she went silent for a while before she replied, with an embarrassed blush on her face, “But I don’t know how to untie and tie the knots of my dresses.”

“…”

“…”

Even Valeria was speechless, despite her usual stoic expression.

“Then, my wife,” I made sure to address her like that so she could get used to my status being equal to hers, not below her, “It is a good time to learn.”

“Hmph!” Teresa pouted like a spoiled little girl, which she actually was, and turned on her heel to make her way to the most luxurious room of this wing, while I turned to Valeria and told her to do nothing but rest again.

Valeria nodded and took her leave, giving me a view of her ass wiggling with each step and awakening the lust demon in me to bend her right over there and spank her and fuck her to the point she was huffing and panting, but that was also a strenuous activity.

Luck really wasn’t on my side.

I tore my eyes away from her and made my way to the big room where Teresa had gone.

This room, and the connected rooms such as the clothing room, the bathroom, and the toilet, all combined, were almost bigger than the house we had in the noble district in the Hector town granted by Zara.

Damn. The scale was something else.

I saw Teresa without her training pants, her creamy skin exposed from the legs below, and struggling to take off her shirt.

Her ass wasn’t as big as Sandra's, but just a step behind. It was soft from the way it was jiggling with each of her movements. Her thighs were soft too, despite her being a physical warrior.

As for why her upper half wasn’t exposed.

Well…

“I cannot take this off!” Teresa turned to me and said loudly. She was struggling to take off the shirt, which had a string on the back of her neck.

Why was it designed that way anyway?

I stepped forward and helped her free. Once she had taken the shirt off, she stood in front of me fully naked.

I had to remind myself again and again that she was fifteen, because she didn’t seem fifteen from any angle.

Her soft tits were jiggling in my view, with her nipples already erect, probably from her physical activity or from being exposed to the air, which wasn’t chilly, but wasn’t exactly warm either since the fireplace was crackling at a low pace.

“Husband…” She called me out when she caught me staring at her, but it wasn’t that kind of world, so I wasn’t worried.

And as expected, “Can you also help me take a bath?”

“…”

She’s fifteen.

She’s fifteen.

I could only wonder how long that mantra would help me hold back.