Volume 3 Chapter 65 The Ripe Woman’s Body I
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the central street of Châtillon, a winding path at number 37 led to an orphanage called ‘Fhana’s Little Boat,’ about 5 hundred meters down a staircase from the intersection.
Unlike the colorful buildings of the central street, the depths of the street No. 37 were filled with dull white stone walls and red bricks worn away by the sea breeze, giving it a slum-like appearance.
The orphanage ‘Fhana’s Little Boat’ was no exception, nestled amidst the shabby buildings of the poor town, surrounded by a modest plot of land.
However, its stone walls were higher than others, and the red bricks, though old, were of good quality.
There were no gaps in the walls, allowing anyone from the outside to peek inside the orphanage.
The only entrance to the property was a tall, narrow archway cut into the white wall on the south side.
Vines of green plants intertwined at the top of the arch, their leaves and tendrils hanging down, brushing against the hair of anyone who passed underneath.
Fhana didn’t know the name of this plant, but since it resembled the grapes from the vineyard her father managed near the Royal Capital, she thought it might be some kind of grape.
So when the children asked, she explained in a fable-like way, “That’s a grape that doesn’t bear fruit. It’s lazy.”
”Lady Fhanaaa!”
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Just before noon on the regular visit day, Fhana was alone in the orphanage garden, hanging the children’s sheets, when suddenly a bright, high-pitched voice echoed across the grounds.
The voice belonged to a still-young boy.
When she turned to the archway, she saw an Azraelian man with his white shirt wide open at the chest, quietly standing with a scruffy-looking boy.
The shadow created by the vines of the arch covered the young man’s chest and above, making his silhouette look hazy like a noon wraith.
The boy was one of the children being cared for at the orphanage.
At first, she couldn’t tell who the Azraelian was because he wore glasses, but upon closer inspection, it was Lord Kian.
He held a small something wrapped in a ribbon and a bouquet made of white and red flowers.
Fhana stopped stretching the sheets and stared in shock.
”Oh, oh my, Mr. Kian!? What are you doing here?”
”Hello, Lady Fhana. I visited the mansion first, but when you weren’t there, I asked the steward where to find you. I hope it wasn’t a bother?”
”It’s not a bother, but…”
She walked toward the young man, adjusting the sleeves of her teal work dress.
If she had known he was coming, she wouldn’t have dressed so messily.
Fhana wiped her wet hands on her apron and quickly checked her hair to make sure it was tidy.
Although her appearance would make her husband Guy faint, she seemed to maintain at least a minimum level of cleanliness.
”Oh, how embarrassing, looking so dirty like this.”
”Not at all. You wear your work clothes beautifully; you look truly lovely. You are beautiful in a dress, but your dedication to charity work is even more admirable.”
”I’m just following the trend. Most nobles and wealthy merchants focus on charity work. It’s not much different in the border social circles or the Royal Capital’s social scene.”
”Even if it’s called charity, most just throw money at it. I don’t think anyone else would wash the children’s sheets like you do.”
Kian’s black eyes behind his glasses focused on Fhana’s wet hands.
Fhana hurriedly hid her hands behind her back and replied.
”Actually, the old couple I had in charge just went back to the countryside. A new person is coming tomorrow, but until then, I have to take care of things myself.”
”Why not bring a few maids from the mansion?”
”No way.”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
”It’s not part of the contract, and no child wants to work at an orphanage. They might just help with pick-up and drop-off. Since I do this as a hobby, it’s only natural that I take care of it.”
”I see. But considering appearances, it seems better to find another way…”
”That’s true. But when I look at these kids, I can’t just hand them over to someone else… If I send a maid who dislikes children, she might hurt them. Orphans are easy targets for venting frustrations.”
Fhana continued while holding the boy she was caring for at the orphanage.
”I’m the daughter of a cardinal from the Western Church. My parents taught me that people who lost their homes due to war deserve help. Even if I do this for fun, once I decide to do it, I will see it through properly.”
”Lady Fhana teaches us! She shows us how to read and write, do math, draw, write poetry, and even a little bit of magic!”
The boy shouted loudly.
Hearing his voice, a few children from the main house of the orphanage peeked over.
Kian nodded a couple of times and bent down to meet the boy’s gaze.
”I see. By the way, how old are you?”
”Ten years old!”
”Ten years old. It’s impressive that he can speak so clearly at that age. I’m genuinely surprised.”
”I personally select the best children among the orphans and give them permission to stay. I hope that by educating them, they will become adventurers or merchants in the future and support the orphanage.”
It might be cruel, but Fhana never thought about accepting children unconditionally.
If she took in every orphan she saw, there would be no space and money would be tight.
If the children she took in were connected to the Yellow Gang, the orphanage could become a hotbed of crime, leading to complaints from nearby residents. This could ruin the image of Fhana and her husband, Guy.
There are always strings attached to charity work.
Kian nodded, saying “I see,” and then, for some reason, he went to place a gift and a bouquet by the well.
As she watched, he rolled up his sleeves and came back toward her.
”I’ll help. Should I just hang all the sheets?”
”Oh…, but didn’t you come here for something else?”
”That can wait. Let’s finish the orphanage work first. I don’t want your pretty hands to get chapped.”
”My hands aren’t that delicate. But thank you. Just between us, the kid standing at the entrance of the orphanage is a hundred times less capable.”
Fhana winked playfully and bent down to the laundry basket.
The washing was already done with magic.
All that was left was to hang it up.
Then──.
Kian stayed close to Fhana, working quietly on the orphanage tasks like a true partner.
As Fhana hung the laundry and pulled weeds in the garden, she felt her fondness for the young man grow even more.
At first, she thought of him as just a top-notch male with a huge p**is, but now he felt more like a close friend.
(If only I could get along with Guy like this, my life in this remote place might have been very different. I might not have even gotten into the hobby of running an orphanage… but)
Fhana stared intently at the man beside her, who was skillfully pulling out weeds, focusing on his neck and the muscles in his forearms.
Seeing the thin sheen of sweat on his skin made her belly tingle slightly.
(But, it’s still impossible. With my nature, nothing will change.)
”Hey, Mr. Kian.”
”Yes?”
She crouched next to the young man, continuing to put weeds into a bag.
”The children at this orphanage never ask me for fancy sweets. Do you know why?”
”Hmm. Is it because they are well-mannered?”
”No, that’s not it. Those kids are smart. They understand that once they taste sweets, they will want more, and it will be like a drug that makes them suffer later.”
She gently reached out to touch the young man’s forearm, tracing his toned muscles with her fingertips.
”Once a person knows sweet pleasure, they will seek it forever. That’s how a bad woman like me is made.”
”……”
Fhana checked that the children were playing over there before leaning in close to Kian’s ear.
”Before you leave Châtillon, would you like to play with me? It’s an adult game that the kids can never know about.”
”You mean, s*x?”
”Using such direct words lacks elegance. But… if we are going to enjoy ourselves, being a bit crude might be more fun.”
”I don’t like beating around the bush. Once the orphanage work is done, shall we find a place for just the two of us?”
For some reason, Kian seemed eager from the start today.
Fhana tilted her head slightly but shook it off and continued speaking.
”No, behind the barn. There’s an entrance to the basement that the kids call the ‘forbidden door.’ Let’s go there.”
”Got it.”
Her heart raced at his quick reply.
She imagined the young man’s long member and felt sure it would reach deep inside her with a front entry.
But what mattered was whether she connected with this man mentally.
If they could enjoy each other’s n*ked touches, the size of his member wouldn’t matter much.
Kian dug out the last weed with his fingers, tossed it into the leather bag Fhana held, and looked up.
”Can I make one strange request?”
”Of course. What is it?”
”If we have s*x, please sleep with your husband afterward. He cares about you a lot.”
”Hehe. It might be surprising, but I have never refused when he comes to me. When my husband asks for my service, I fulfill my duty properly.”
”Oh…”
Fhana smiled lightly and gently pulled off her wedding ring from her finger.
”But I no longer feel him as a man. Maybe he doesn’t see me as a woman either. Just someone to protect. A partner for making children. A familiar face I must deal with for life… We are no longer sexual partners.”
”Is that so?”
”Yes.”
Nodding, Fhana slightly twisted her eyes.
”I may have asked before, but what do you think about me being 34?”
”In your mid-thirties, that’s the peak for a woman, isn’t it? In fact, you shine like a delicate lily in that bouquet.”
”Just that answer shows you have played with quite a few women. I wonder if Priscilla will be next. She’s surprisingly innocent.”
”Did you ask your husband the same question?”
”…Yes… Strictly speaking, I heard his mumbling.”
Fhana frowned as she said this.
It was a bitter memory she still recalled.
Guy had said, on her thirtieth birthday, ‘You’re already 30, but you don’t look it at all,’ while they were in bed.
Already 30…
It was a cruel thing to say to a wife desperately trying to maintain her beauty.
For humans, a woman at 30 is generally not considered young anymore.
In fact, in some cultures, they might even call her an old hag.
Guy’s words were likely meant to praise Fhana’s efforts and beauty, but it felt like a glimpse into how he viewed 30-year-old women.
Moreover, it was during a moment when they were still basking in the afterglow of s*x.
After he didn’t finish inside her and she ended up serving him with her mouth instead.
What does it matter if she is 30?
Does being a 30-year-old woman mean her belly should be more flabby?
Or is it that her private parts are so loose she can’t even climax?
Fhana understood that even if she focused on looking young, inside she was still an older woman──her slightly twisted nature made her see it that way.
In that moment, her husband was no longer the object of her affection.
That was it.
”Shall we stop talking about that man? None of the men who have been with me ever mentioned my husband.”
”Everyone is scared of Lord Guy. But I really wonder how many brave souls have risked everything just to seek your womb.”
”Huh? Hehe… countless, so many.”
”Like the Alum dealer or Lord Blumer?”
”Yes, and the steward and the guards outside too. I’ve had so many inside me, and some made me beg, ‘Please let me have your child.’”
”But you never told your husband about that?”
”I did have to say it at first. Because of that man’s huge c*ck, I learned to climax from both inside and anal.”
”Did you confess that to your father?”
”Oh, there’s no way I could say that. ──Does Lord Kian enjoy s*x with someone like me?”
”I prefer experienced women over virgins a thousand times. Please, let me have s*x with you.”
Fhana giggled, placing a finger on her painted lips at the young man’s reply.
”You’re lying. You’d be happy with any woman.”
”No way. You are the best.”
”But I’m happy. It’s been a while since I enjoyed foreplay with words. I really connect with Mr. Kian.”
The black-haired, lustful lady stood up with a bag of weeds in her hand.
She brushed her hair away from her sweaty temples and smiled seductively at her date for the day.
”Well then. Let’s wrap this up quickly and head to the basement. Let’s have a lot of fun together.”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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