BOMW 56

chapter 56

Meanwhile, while Marianne was pacing anxiously outside, I was lying on the bed, receiving a massage from Fervin. He had taken off my outer clothes and was now working thoroughly over various parts of my body. He kneaded my swollen arms and fingers, gradually moving downward—from my stiff waist to my thighs, and even my swollen calves. His hands were clearly roughened from years of swordsmanship, but the touch he used on me was astonishingly soft, like butter melting over the skin. As his hands glided over my calves, he asked me gently:

“How’s it feeling? Do you feel your body loosening up?”

“Ah… right there… yes… mm.”

I couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan. Feeling my face flush, I tried to shift slightly, but Fervin suddenly wrapped me in a tight embrace from behind. Pressing his face against the back of my neck, his breath mixed with the scent of his skin, sending shivers through me. Then I felt his hot lips on my neck, a slightly tingling sensation as he clung to me persistently.

“This is driving me crazy, Irwen. Why are you so cute?”

“Wh-what…? Keep doing what you were doing.”

“You’re so bashful.”

Smack. Fervin lifted the hair that had fallen onto my face and pressed his lips gently to my cheek. His smile was unstoppable.

“I told you, you’re adorable.”

Dressed in thin clothes, I received Fervin’s massage for quite some time. Since becoming pregnant, my body had been gradually feeling heavier and sagging, but today, after his massage, I felt noticeably lighter. Lying on the bed and wriggling in pleasure, I looked up at Fervin. Beads of sweat glimmered on his chest beneath his thin shirt.

“Oh my, you worked so hard you’re all sweaty.”

“I gave all of myself to you, Irwen. I really did my best.”

Fervin shrugged his shoulders, stretching his stiff neck as he moved slightly. His sweat-soaked shirt clung tightly to his narrow waist. Under the wet white fabric, his fair skin subtly showed through. I picked up a white towel that was nearby.

“Fervin, take off your shirt. I’ll wipe the sweat for you.”

He obediently removed it, letting the loose shirt drop onto the chair with a soft thud. Beneath it, his strong, muscular body was revealed—a chiseled, rock-solid frame with well-balanced muscles. Contrasting his powerful exterior, his skin was strikingly pale. Fervin sat closer beside me, his gaze softening. As I stared, his body seemed to flush with color. Like a blush spreading across his face, his body turning slightly red was incredibly erotic.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry and wipe it.”

“Ah… right.”

I had been distracted, admiring his sculpted form. At that moment, Fervin suddenly grabbed my right hand, which was holding the towel. He stretched out his legs, pulling me tightly into his chest, and placed my hand on his chest. His voice, slightly strained, cracked.

“No, do it like this.”

Sunlight streamed over his body, and my gaze wavered. He guided my hand with the towel across his body—sweat on his chiseled abs, drops on his well-shaped chest muscles, and beads along his collarbones. The intoxicating scent of his skin enveloped me, making my head spin. Even when there wasn’t much to wipe, he moved my hand to rub the towel over his body repeatedly. Eventually, I was pressed completely against him before it ended. He tossed the towel aside, holding me as he turned over on the bed. Now lying against him, he lazily stroked my hair, and I tried to suppress a giggle as I spoke.

“If this was your plan, you’re a real pro. Tell me—where did you learn this?”

“I didn’t learn it anywhere.”

His gaze flashed sharply at me. His defined jawline emerged, and his green eyes darkened.

“I did it as I felt. Why, don’t you like it?”

“No, this kind of temptation is exactly my taste.”

“Then will you keep letting me tempt you?”

His low, husky voice made my heart race. Swallowing, I obediently nodded.

“Yes.”

“Good choice, Irwen. I won’t let you regret it.”

The smile on his face was sweet yet wicked. Fixing his gaze on me, his hands began to descend. His lips inched closer, moist and red, slightly parted to reveal his white teeth. Our warm breaths mingled, and I instinctively pulled away, placing my hands on my stomach to calm myself. Fervin approached worriedly, his tousled platinum hair falling across his forehead.

“Sorry, Irwen. I should’ve been careful, but I couldn’t resist.”

I enjoyed his affection, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the babies in my belly.

“Apologize to the children. They’re jealous of you.”

“So does that mean I have to get the kids’ permission to show love to my wife?”

Fervin pouted slightly, then leaned down to kiss my stomach.

“Kids, your dad loves Mom so much. I can’t stop expressing it. Can’t you understand that a little?”

The uneasy feeling in my stomach gradually subsided. I patted his cheek and praised him before trying to get up, but he grabbed my hand.

“Ah, one more thing.”

He picked up a small glass bottle from the side table. Removing the cork, a fragrant scent filled the room.

“This is aroma oil from Mr. Accurate. If applied during a massage, it’s said to help not only the pregnant mother but also the baby. Smell it. I thought I should use it since I brought it.”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier? You could’ve used it when I first lay down. Well, I’ll lie down again.”

As I lay on the bed, Fervin cleared his throat and lifted my clothes slightly.

“This time, I think you’ll need to remove some clothing.”

“You mean… take them off?”

I saw his ears turn red at my flustered tone.

“You can’t do an oil massage with clothes on.”

Since it was getting late, I quickly complied, leaving only thin underwear covering me. Lying on the bed, Fervin spread oil on his palms and climbed onto the bed. Carefully straddling me without putting weight on my body, he placed his oiled hands on my back. The rough hands that had been so hardened now glided smoothly over my arms and legs. The fragrant aroma relaxed my body, yet seeing him press and knead my tense muscles restored a new sense of tension. My lips unconsciously clenched as his hands brushed my thighs.

“Ahh!”

A moan escaped me before I could control it. The room was momentarily silent. Embarrassed, I buried my face in the pillow. A soft laugh followed. He gently touched my cheek pressed into the pillow.

“Feeling good, Lady Irwen? Am I satisfying you well?”

“What… why are you suddenly speaking formally?”

“Since I am in the position of serving you, my lady, I thought it proper to speak respectfully.”

He slowly lifted my chin with his hands. I twisted, breath catching, but there was nowhere to go. His embrace was my only destination. Fervin glided his large hands over my back, whispering lazily.

“You weren’t dissatisfied with my service, were you, my lovely lady?”

“What should I do?”

Marianne lingered nervously in the hallway, keeping her distance from the door. Several servants noticed her but were too busy preparing dinner to pay attention. Finally, Lady Tilly, realizing the kitchen was short-handed, hurried upstairs and spotted her.

“Marianne, how long have I been calling you? Why aren’t you coming? Dinner is almost ready, and everyone’s busy. Stop loafing around!”

Seeing Marianne fidgeting outside, Lady Tilly called out, whispering as loudly as she could. Marianne immediately burst in, tearfully explaining her distress.

“Mr. Doulphari told me to stop the master and lady from being alone together… sniff, in case the master tries to… tempt and devour the lady… sniff… but now I hear strange sounds… sniff… and I can’t stop it… sniff…”

“Wait a minute,” Lady Tilly said, pulling a handkerchief to wipe Marianne’s tears and quickly analyzing her words.

“So… you’re saying the two of them are… um… doing something inside?”

“Yes!”

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lady Tilly said:

“That can’t be. The master isn’t a beast who indulges in desire blindly, and he would be even more careful knowing the lady is pregnant.”

“But I can hear strange noises inside!”

Marianne’s face was bright red. Lady Tilly scratched her gray hair in puzzlement.

“I’ll knock on the door. Dinner’s ready anyway.”

Knock, knock. Someone knocked anxiously at the firmly closed door.

“Milady? May I come in?”

At Lady Tilly’s voice, Fervin reluctantly withdrew his hands from my back. His body glistened slightly. Irritated, he stepped off the bed and stood.

“What is it?”

Hearing a low voice, Lady Tilly stammered:

“Nothing major… I just… um… may I come in for a moment?”

“Come in.”

Thud! Marianne rushed inside, startled by my face, then Fervin’s bare body, stumbling backward. Her face was crimson, and her eyes darted to the floor.

“Um… milady, were you… devoured by the master? …Oh, not yet.”

Lady Tilly peeked in, shocked, then withdrew.

“Oh my, my! Marianne, what a nuisance! Why suspect that? It’s just the smell of aroma oil filling the room!”

“What do you mean?”

Fervin, now wearing a robe, asked coldly. Lady Tilly bowed quickly, replying:

“Mr. Doulphari asked Marianne to watch, in case the master was overzealous with the lady. But she misunderstood and came rushing here. My apologies.”

Fervin glared at Marianne.

“Doulphari, and you too. Do you see me as some beast indulging in desire and taking my wife whenever I please?”

“Sorry… but those moans… sniff! Sorry!”

Marianne hiccupped and ran to me. I smiled cheerfully to calm her:

“Marianne, don’t worry. Where would you find a beast so polite?”

Marianne blinked rapidly, shaking her head timidly.

“Some beasts do devour gently.”

“Really irritating. I love my wife, and yet there’s so much unnecessary attention.”

“Fervin.”

Only after I gave him a look did he stop his fierce expression. He ruffled his hair as Lady Tilly clicked her tongue.

“Anyway, it’s nice you two are affectionate, but master, please don’t overwork the lady.”

“And you too?”

Lady Tilly pointed to the kiss marks on my neck.

“I don’t know how many times this has happened already. That’s why Doulphari misunderstood. Lately, you’ve been more possessive, master.”

“Hmph.”

Fervin did not deny it, so I stepped forward.

“I like Fervin’s behavior.”

Lady Tilly looked confused, and I shamelessly added, wrapping my arms around Fervin and kissing his cheek.

“My husband loves me like this. Why would I refuse? I like it.”

Fervin buried his face in my neck shyly. Marianne covered her hands, squealing, and Lady Tilly shook her head, smiling.

“You two are truly a perfect match.”

A few days later, at the palace, Fervin, taking a solitary walk, was intercepted by Marquis Celestin. The marquis, seemingly more excited than Fervin, babbled nonstop.

“So, how was the oil massage? Recommended by Mr. Accurate, right? Must have been effective.”

“Hmm… I’m not sure.”

“Why? That aroma oil is excellent for pregnant women. When our Diane was pregnant, even the maids said it brought calm and sleep.”

Fervin thought about the massage. Did Irwen’s eyelids droop from sleep? No… he realized he had practically caressed her rather than just massaged. Lost in thought, a high-pitched voice interrupted them.

“Greetings, Your Grace Carlisle, Marquis Celestin.”

“Baron Rasendil.”

Baron Rasendil appeared, eyes subtly downward. Celestin spoke politely.

“Long time no see at the palace. Here to see the young lady?”

“No, if it was the young lady, I’d have gone to the princess’s quarters, not the emperor’s palace.”

Fervin’s sharp retort earned a nod from Rasendil, his face full of arrogance.

“Yes, I am on my way to see His Majesty. My sister is pregnant with Sir Sibellom’s child.”

Fervin and Celestin were wide-eyed at the news. While Fervin processed this, Celestin spoke first:

“How curious. His Majesty consulted me with a fertility specialist out of concern for Sibellom… and now the young lady is pregnant? Perfect timing.”

Rasendil’s face turned pale.