Shoya Kara Hajimeru Ai Aru Seikatsu - Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Point of View
“My husband doesn’t get an erection these days, you know?”
A lady muttered to me during a tea party. For a woman of rank, holding a tea party and being invited to attend someone else’s tea party is a task in the name of the exchange. Francesca was also around the table as a lady.
A beautiful salon filled with sunlight, fragrant teas, and top-notch patisseries on the tables. The cakes, which were made with great care, were lined up in a truly elegant manner. It’s a well-wishers’ meeting if you will, but when you add money and status to it, it’s so much more. It will be gorgeous by the time you get there.
However, it’s only a well-informed meeting. Especially in a place where the ladies of this peaceful country, the most peaceful of them all, are gathered together in a difficult discussion No matter who holds a tea party, the topic of conversation is always the latest fads and the next one.
And some tea parties … when those with husbands get together, this is how they talk about the evening.
Francesca, the youngest person at this tea party.
It was quite a stimulating topic for his new wife, but the people around him didn’t care if she blushed and looked at the main topic of conversation.
She recently turned forty, and she wears a beauty appropriate for her age, and her dress looks great in a soothing color scheme. She’s a beautiful woman who doesn’t look young, doesn’t lament her age, and gives off a mature and relaxed vibe. She was one of Francesca’s favorite ladies, one of the ladies Francesca admired and would normally talk about such topics.
…but it’s the tea party that gets mentioned. And the people around you get in on it too, which is what a tea party is all about. The knights of the world and their sons would say, “Surely there are ladies at tea parties, talking about flowers and beautiful love. I dream that it will be,” but this is how reality works.
“Sometimes, it doesn’t get up. But my husband is only 50.”
“Oh, dear, that’s too soon.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she and the other ladies close to her age are asking each other for agreement.
Finally, one of them called out to Francesca, “Hey,” but she immediately chuckled, “It’s still too early to worry about you and Theobalt-sama.”
Oh, how on earth can you think that the heroic and brave Theobalt is impossible? Francesca had no choice but to deceive herself at this, and she laughed elegantly and mended it up.
Francesca jerked and shook her shoulders as one of the ladies said, “I have a secret plan for that kind of situation.”
I heard that there are acupuncture points on a man’s body that make him heat up and slither in those areas.
Francesca’s eyes widen at this, too, with a snap. Fortunately, the other ladies are curious about this secret point of view, and even my young new wife is curious about it. He doesn’t realize that he expects it to continue like that.
“So what’s the pressure point?”
“I want to know too, recently my husband was on the way too…”
“I’d love to have that information!”
So hurriedly rushed, one of the ladies gently raised her index finger to show it off.
“That’s why I hear it’s a good idea to put your fingers in your ass.”
“Do me a favor and stay out of this tea party at all costs.”
“Come on!” Theobalt, whose face had turned pale, muttered to Francesca, who was enthusiastic on the bed, but still muttered emphatically It was. Of course, it didn’t reach Francesca, though.
After all, she’s wearing a thin glove on her right hand, and she’s ready to put some cream next to it that is supposed to make it slippery.
(TLNote: I love yah girl~ Go for it!!!! XD HAHAHA)
He was waiting for me in this regime as soon as I came to the bedroom, and just as Theobalt was wondering what the hell was going on, the aforementioned Explanation of. It’s no wonder his blood drained.
“That’s okay, I’ve heard that my index finger is enough.”
“Where is the element of okay in that explanation!”
“We’ll get through this together! Come on, Theobalt-sama, get your ass out of the way!”
“Give me a break!”
Theobalt, who was screaming and keeping his distance, this time Francesca nodded drearily. Her blue eyes narrowed wistfully, and her thin fingers tapped the can of cream beside her. The wistful look on her face makes her look more childish, coupled with her petite figure and frilly nightdress. A strange guilt boiled in Theobalt’s chest.
I’m not angry. But her clumsy own voice might have frightened her.
He didn’t have time to overlook the fact that he didn’t have time to be a knight in shades, and as a knight, he began to have the luxury of being interested in shades. Theobalt, traumatized and incapacitated at the moment, had no chance to learn about women’s hearts, and he had no chance to learn about women’s hearts, either. It was. In other words, he’s not familiar with the emotions of the opposite sex.
Above all, Francesca, who was raised as a butterfly, a flower, is an unknown entity. I have no idea what she is frightened, lost, and confused about in her fragile state.
He looked at her fearfully, wondering if his statement was…
“F, Francesca… I’m sorry if I frightened you, I’m not mad at you.”
“Would you rather put your back finger in or crush the front?”
“I have no choice at all!”
Theobalt backs away, shielding his crotch with a cushion.
Even so, Francesca’s eyes, which are still closing in on me, have seriousness in them, and she wags her fingers as if to show me her thin gloves.
Not good, this is not good, and an alarm goes off in Theobalt. As much as I deserve to be crushed by a strawberry, I don’t want to be fingered in the back. But Francesca’s blue eyes are serious, and she complains that she won’t allow herself to refuse both.
“It’s all right, Theobalt-sama, we’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
“It’s not about…”
“This is how we touch each other and get to know each other better.”
“No, you’re not touching each other… touching, yes, touching.”
Theobalt looked up. — at that moment Francesca’s fingers moved expertly with an eagle, but she pretended not to see it. Back–
The word ‘touch’ that she mentioned reminded him of a conversation he had had with Fife during the day.
“Why don’t you give up on the fact that you can’t get an erection? The world isn’t just about inserting yourself and swinging your hips and letting it out.”
“I know I’m the one who has a problem with it, but you need to be a little more oblivious to what you say. Don’t you have one?”
“You can just touch it and go. So, if the captain’s sledgehammer reacts with a ginormous response and the gun goes off, that’s great, and even if it’s atrocious. And I can enjoy Lady Francesca’s body.”
“There’s only one padded obtuse object.”
And that’s the conversation. Recalling the details could cause a headache, so I’m going to stop my brain from recollecting any further. Once again, Theobalt turned to Francesca.
She rolled her eyes with a scowl and still asked, “How can I help you with your touch?” She tilted her head slightly.
“Francesca, do you mind if I touch you?”
“I want to feel your hands on me.”
Francesca still looked strangely at him when he asked for permission to do so… but she still nodded.
“This way,” Francesca said, as she was urged to do so, and sat back down in front of Theobalt.
The orange nightdress is made of a thin fabric, even in this room with one small light on. If you get close enough, you’ll be able to see through your skin. This dress, which is held in place with a single small ribbon at the bust, is once again open on both sides without covering the belly. It’s a very bold design if you think about it. Francesca’s cheeks turn red when she thinks about it, and her heart leaps when she realizes that she’s being watched
What made my heart beat even faster was that Theobalt’s large hand slowly reached out and touched my left breast From. A knotted, thick, masculine hand gently touched his chest as if he were handling a broken object, lifting him up from underneath. Scoop.
Francesca’s face turns even redder at his words that were blurted out.
She asked me to hold her again, and if I couldn’t do that, let her crush me, and finally, let her stick her finger in my back. I’ve made some outrageous statements, but Francesca is still a raw girl. I’ve never touched a man before, and the realization that he’s touching me like this now makes me ashamed.
However, Theobalt’s hands began to rub her chest softly, without regard to Francesca’s turmoil.
I buried my fingers to enjoy the softness, and then I slid my palm down my chest to scoop it up Let. Every time that happens, Francesca’s heart beats fast, and I wonder if even that will get through to him. Heat is added to the breath that leaks out.
It’s ticklish, embarrassing, and above all, delightful.
“What? Did it hurt?”
“No, um … would you mind giving me a kiss?”
“…and kiss you?”
“Yes, well I think it’s time for us to put the order… right on the lips.”
Francesca complained sullenly that it was unsettling to have her breasts touched before a kiss, and Theobalt withdrew his hand from her chest in a small gasp and panic.
It is absolutely true. And supposedly, Theobalt, not Francesca, should be the one who should care and take the steps…
How unworthy, Theobalt again bowed his head.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, I guess I was in a hurry, too, and I put you on edge.”
“No, no, no, it’s okay…”
So while calming Theobalt, Francesca softly looked up at him and closed her eyes.
I can hear her gasp softly out of my meditated vision. This is just like last night… and Francesca’s lips felt soft as he thought about it. It got through.
No, it’s not the same as last night. Tonight they are touching their lips properly, not their foreheads.
Lightly to touch gently. Slightly further away, this time deeper than before. Francesca peeked at him, opening one eye slightly in a sense of floating happiness.
Her dark eyes, which normally give off a sense of dignity, are now closed and look vaguely comfortable. A cat being stroked on the head closes its eyes with happiness, and he in Francesca’s face, just like that time. I began to feel “cute” about it.
I can’t help but think that he’s “cute” when he’s a year or even two taller and has a manly build.
He’s cool and brave and manly, or so I thought.
Then, after being presented with a few pecking kisses, Theobalt gently pulled his lips away.
A breath escapes from Francesca’s lips. I cooed and grabbed the hem of his nightie with that debauched sensation.
As I begged, he gave me enough kisses. Then will he touch himself again next time, or will he gently touch my chest again? If so, now…
“Theobalt-sama I too … I wish I could touch Theobalt-sama.
“I won’t crush you.”
“I can’t put it in.”
(TLNote: Best example of a traumatized person, really XD it’s just that… it’s too funny to tease him XD no matter what kind of serious condition he has it’s still the best XD)
“Okay”, I remind her, and Francesca tugs once on the hem of her nightgown as if to force her to do so.
Theobalt’s throat gurgled up and down as she pleaded with her gaze, “I want to touch you, milord”
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