Reincarnate as the Villainess's Husband - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Raw desire(+18)
Zalira and Neonidas continued their conversation for a while longer. Since arriving in this world, Neonidas had noticed that Zalira seemed to have some sort of brother complex. This hadn’t been mentioned in the original novel, or at least Neonidas couldn’t remember anything like it. After all, the original novel was an extremely long series with thousands of chapters by the time Neonidas (Orson) died. Remembering every detail was impossible.

Neonidas had already written down all the information he could recall in a book, and the second book was already full as well. Of course, since Zalira wasn’t part of the female protagonist’s harem, her appearances in the story dwindled over time until Neonidas’s death. Naturally, Zalira’s reaction to her brother’s death had been significant, and though the novel never fully clarified it, she was declared a traitor and executed by the emperor. Most likely, after Neonidas’s death, Zalira, unable to maintain her mental stability, had done something she shouldn’t have.

The closest thing to a brother complex in the original novel was this. Likely, Zalira had developed this complex during their childhood. Considering how much hardship and pressure Neonidas had endured as a child, Zalira had probably realized that she was his only shield. Her instinct to protect him had, at some point, evolved into a brother complex.

Neonidas took care to spend time persuading Zalira until the sun rose in all its glory. When Zalira left, Neonidas returned to his bed, allowing his exhausted body to rest.

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When Neonidas opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed—or rather, didn’t feel—was the numbness in his left arm. Turning to his side, he saw a white-haired woman clinging to his arm as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Without even seeing her face, the delicate cherry-like fragrance told him it was Solara.

Neonidas tried to gently pull his arm away, but Solara wouldn’t let go. Seeing how tightly she was holding on, he sighed. It was impossible not to understand her feelings, but Neonidas wasn’t inclined to delve into the emotional turmoil behind her persistent closeness. Even in her sleep, Solara’s face held a peaceful expression, as if Neonidas’s mere presence dispelled all the world’s dangers.

“Solara…”

Neonidas whispered, but there was no response. Her white hair shimmered almost ethereally under the sunlight streaming into the room.

As he gazed at her delicate face, he wondered why she was so insistent. Perhaps Solara was afraid of losing him. Her fear wasn’t born solely of love but also of the strength Neonidas represented—a beacon of hope for her in a turbulent world.

“Solara, wake up,”

His voice was slightly louder this time. He noticed her eyelashes trembling slightly—she was waking up, but her grip on his arm hadn’t loosened. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her ocean-blue gaze meeting Neonidas’s. A smile spread across her face.

The love and admiration shining in Solara’s eyes always left Neonidas slightly smile. After staring at him for a moment, instead of loosening her hold, she clung to him even tighter. “Just a little longer,”

She murmured, her voice heavy with sleep yet brimming with emotion. “Let’s stay like this… just a little longer, master.”

Neonidas froze for a moment at the sincerity in her voice. Her words were so heartfelt that he couldn’t bring himself to respond harshly.

“Just a little longer?” she said

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at her hands, which clung tightly to him. This woman carried more than mere loyalty—her feelings were vastly different from anyone else’s in his life. Solara’s emotions shone with a unique intensity.

“All right, but only five minutes,” said

Deciding not to disrupt the moment, he let her hold on. Once five minutes had passed, she gently freed his arm and lifted Solara, who looked at him shyly. Without a word, he led her straight to the bathroom.

“Time for your punishment!”

As Neonidas spoke in a melodic tone, Solara’s face turned bright red. She knew all too well what her lord meant by “punishment.” From the secret gardens of her, a trickle of nectar began to flow. When Neonidas’s free hand caressed her hip, her body grew increasingly damp.

Before stepping into the rose-strewn bath prepared by the servants, he undressed himself and Solara. Predictably, Solara, finding herself in such an embarrassing situation, blushed furiously—not just her cheeks, but even her nose and ears turned red. Yet the fact that the man she adored, her lord, was treating her this way only made her heart race faster.

The two of them entered the sunken indoor pool, its shallowest section being a meter and a half deep. Modeled after Roman architecture, this luxurious bath was a symbol of power among the empire’s wealthy nobility. The warm water surrounding Neonidas’s body began to ease his fatigue as Solara stood nearby, waiting for instructions. Her face was still tinged with a soft blush.

After washing his hair and face, Neonidas silently approached Solara from behind, like a crocodile sneaking up on zebras for a drink. He noticed her standing absentmindedly by the edge of the pool, completely lost in thought. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

He approached silently, taking a gentle dip in the water, and just as he came up behind Solara, he pointed his penis at her vagina.

“Ah!” Solara screamed, suddenly startled.

Since she wasn’t even wearing any underwear, she could fully feel Neonidas’ hot penis. Neonidas was going back and forth, rubbing his penis against her crotch, just below her vagina. Small ripples formed on the surface of the water, and with each stroke the water from the pool overflowed and soaked the stone floor of the bathroom.

“… Master, please don’t make fun of me,” Solara whispered hoarsely, getting lustful.

“Call me by my name,”

Neonidas whispered into her delicate ear.

Solara struggled to speak, fighting waves of pleasure from the friction of the hard rod against her vagina with each stroke of her master. “N- Neonidas… My…. love…”

This hoarse voice echoed off the bathroom walls. It was so seductive. “So, what do you want now, Solara?” Neonidas asked, completely teasing.

Solara was blushing, thinking about her answer, while her master grabbed both her breasts and played with them. She wanted this word to come out of her mouth. She wanted her master to make love to her, to use her as he wished. But he could not find the courage to say it.

“I… Well…”

“I’m listening…”

Solara looked around to make sure no one was listening, and when she couldn’t see the anyone, she tried to gather her courage. ‘After all, I’ve done this many times with Neonidas, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.’ Solara’s own efforts at persuasion paid off and she stammered her reply.

“I want me to… I want you l-love me”she said

Neonidas grinned, perhaps because he had successfully corrupted this innocent, sweet girl, and pointed his penis and slowly inserted it into her wet hole. The tight but soft interior seemed to promise Neonidas paradise, as always. With both hands, Neonidas grabbed Solara’s slender waist and started slowly to penetrate her.

“Ahhh…. ~ Hahh… ~ ah!”

Solara’s sensual moans grew louder. With each stroke, she felt the love of her master. The primal union of the two lovers in a symphony of raw lust brought with it an indispensable pleasure in the truest sense of the word. It was as if there was a kind of pleasure in this union that penetrated to the very atoms. Neonidas’ grunts and Solara’s moans, which had now become a melody of screams, seemed to be the ultimate in human pleasure.

In the midst of the pleasure, Solara curiously turned and looked at Neonidas. When Neonidas realized that his penis was sticking out, he looked at Solara with a questioning expression.

“I want to see you, when you do this. Neonidas.”

Neonidas did not refuse this strange but sweet and seductive request. With even greater tenderness, he thrust his hips and entered Solara again. Solara wrapped her hands around her master’s neck, pulled him to her and kissed his lips, soft in contrast to his hard body, while gently stroking his wet hair.

Neonidas was getting faster and faster, and kept fucking Solara harder and harder. At one point, he grabbed Solara’s thick, long legs and lifted them. Solara instinctively wrapped her legs around her master’s waist.

In water, the human body has to push more molecules than usual because the water is denser, but Neonidas was drilling into Solara at full speed, as if he was filled with the energy of a child jumping on his grandmother’s bed.

“~ Ahhhh!!! yes! Yes, Master!”

Neonidas, who had been poking Solara’s deepest part, her cervix, for several minutes now, realized that he had reached his limit with intense pleasure and penetrated Solara’s cervix with his penis and entered her womb, an area that should have been out of reach. His hard and thick penis was causing Solara’s internal folds to change.

In the process, Solara was also about to orgasm. Her feet, wrapped around her master’s waist, were losing strength, floating open with the buoyancy of the water. Solara had been gasping for breath for the last few seconds. Her back arched and her face contorted with pleasure.

“Ahhhh~ yes, yes, yes! cum inside me! Get me pregnant…. Ah~Ah!”

Solara’s eyes rolled back as felt the hot, sticky sperm in her womb, and a sharp cry escaped her mouth as she doubled over in pleasure. Neonidas was kissing and biting her neck, seeming to mark this body as his own.

Their intense, prolonged orgasm brought a few minutes of deep silence into the hot, steamy bath. Immediately after her orgasm, Solara took the initiative to passionately kiss the wet lips of her master, the meaning of her life in this world and the owner of her whole heart. Their intense lovemaking was a manifestation of their intense feelings. It was called raw desire.