Chapter 60 First Love
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yuuri carried Ashley toward the bed, her slight weight sinking gently into his arms as the soft carpet brushed against his feet. Even knowing what rough passion awaited her, the bride’s body showed no tension at all. She was completely relaxed, forcing him to adjust his hold several times to keep her secure.
”Are you all right?” she asked softly.
”No, I just feel a bit hesitant,” he admitted.
He had hurried here eager to be close to her, but now the elaborate furnishings around them made him sigh. His workshop bedroom, where he usually indulged with the servants, was spacious and clean compared to his home in the capital, with a touch of elegance. Yet it all felt like mass-produced items from his past life—nothing custom-made by skilled artisans. Surrounded by these things, he was reminded once more of his childhood friend’s noble status.
She giggled. “Hee hee, you’re always so bold when you love me. If you’re holding back in my simple room like this, how will you manage with the princess later?”
”W-Well, that’s true, but…”
Her husband thoroughly intimidated, Ashley laughed from his arms as if it were the funniest thing. As a maid to the princess, she had surely entered Marina’s chambers before. Imagining her master even more nervous, she reached out to stroke his cheek in comfort.
”Tonight, please don’t hold back at all. We all look forward to being swept away by the pleasure you give us.”
Until now, his times with the servants had been driven by a commoner’s instincts—just chasing raw sensation with their bodies. But in this formal room, he hesitated, wondering if such rules and manners were needed after all. What if he acted rudely and disappointed her? Yet Ashley sought his usual affection without a hint of doubt.
”All right, I get it. But tonight is the first time I’m holding just you in bed. It might feel a little lacking, but let me love you my way at first.”
”Hee hee, anything from you is a joy. Come on, in my room, on my bed—make me yours completely.”
Her words were a vow to accept anything from him. From his beautiful childhood friend, no less—it made him want to take back his earlier words and push her down onto the bed. But to cherish the woman he would walk with forever, he summoned all his self-control and held back. Carefully, he laid the fully trusting Ashley on the bed.
The bride in white stretched out gracefully, arching her body and casting a sidelong glance at him. The thin fabric of her dress shifted at her chest with a soft sway—an open invitation. With iron will, he pushed aside the temptation and climbed onto the bed beside her. He took her outstretched hand and pressed a kiss to her slender fingertips.
”Ashley, I love you.”
”I love you too, Yuuri. I can’t imagine life without you anymore. From now on, together.”
Usually, he would have gone straight for her breasts, but ignoring them this time, Ashley seemed to sense his intent. She turned fully toward him, meeting his confession with steady eyes. He pulled her close, burying his nose in her pinned-up platinum blonde hair and inhaling deeply.
”Ah, Ashley’s scent…”
”Ahn! That’s so sudden and embarrassing! Ah! Your thing is getting hard… Getting excited just from my smell? Yuuri, you’re such a pervert!”
He held her wriggling form tight in his arms, of course. If she was scolding him for getting aroused by her body odor, then the servants could share the blame—they could sense their master’s erection by scent alone. So, as she wished, he breathed in her unique aroma without restraint.
”B-But our sense of smell isn’t like yours; it probably doesn’t feel that good.”
”Don’t be silly. This scent is proof of you. My favorite person, alive and right here beside me—that’s why I can smell it. How could I not savor something so wonderful?”
Over a month had passed since reuniting with his childhood friend and making her a servant. In that time, he had brief moments apart from the servants. When alone, his thoughts often turned to Ashley, but his imaginings never quite matched the real her. So now, with her before him and no other servants watching, he had to confirm her presence with every sense.
Beyond her hair, his embracing hand gently stroked her soft body. He felt her hot breath on his neck as she sighed.
”I feel the same. Becoming a servant means I always know when you’re near by your scent. If I couldn’t smell it anymore, I… I’d…”
”I won’t die. No, more than that—I’ll rise in status properly, so you all remember me as a good scent.”
He had wondered what would happen to the servants if the Familial Workshop’s master died. He had no intention of dying, so he never asked Shelm directly. But even if the skills returned to her without resetting the servants, Ashley and the others—remade as dependent beings—would likely lose the will to live.
That’s why he couldn’t die. At the same time, he couldn’t let their lives as servants drift too far from their old values, or it would break their spirits. To prevent that, he had to conquer the dungeon and use it to convince the count and the king to approve his marriage to their daughters.
”Don’t worry, Ashley. I live for all of you. I won’t disappear from your lives, and I’ll make sure you can keep your relationships as normal as possible.”
”Yuuri… Thank you. The boy I fell for really is wonderful.”
From their first meeting, she had been adorably lovely, stirring feelings too big for him. Ten years later, she had grown even more beautiful, a mature woman almost unrecognizable. But in her smile, thinking back to their old meetings, he saw the clear traces of her mischievous girlhood.
”Ashley!”
”Fwa! Nmu!”
Overjoyed that his first love, changed so much in their time apart, was truly that same girl, he lost control and claimed her lips. Caught off guard, she blinked in surprise as he held her close. He deepened the kiss, making her soft body relax against him, then go limp in his arms.
With her resistance gone, he gently explored her mouth and teased her playfully. Such tender actions made the pure white bride tremble with an expression full of warmth and affection, far too open for her usual composed demeanor.
”W-What’s gotten into you? So sudden like that!”
”You’ve become so beautiful, I sometimes wondered if you were really the same girl from back then. But that smile you just gave—it’s exactly the face of the girl I fell for.”
Explaining his unstoppable urge, he watched Ashley blush to her ears and look down. It was, as he had declared, a ritual of deep connection—overwriting their brief past meetings, unreachable for ten years, now that she had fallen as a servant.
The time apart couldn’t be changed. Nor could the present as servants. If all those years without each other existed just to lead to this… To evoke such heartfelt thoughts, he extended his caring hands to each memory, pairing them with greater meaning now.
”Uu… Sometimes I think about it. If back then, Yuuri hadn’t held back and made me a servant right away, would I really have hated you? Now, I’d probably look down on it, but the me from that time—who thought she could treat you like a little brother—might have been swept up by the Familial Workshop and committed to you completely.
”Who knows. I can’t say for sure, but even if that version of you had become obedient to me, she wouldn’t be the you now. I think she would have turned into a different girl, ready to throw away anything important to her for my sake. That’s why I’m glad I didn’t bind your soul back then. If I had, I never would have met the wonderful partner right in front of me now.”
Their current situation was still a debt, barely tolerated because he would have to repay it someday. Calling his beloved his wife was temporary, but if it showed his determination to make it real, he should say it proudly.
”Yes, that’s right. I like how I feel about you now. Thinking about that, maybe I should be happy that we’re together like this.”
”Hm? That sounds a bit off. Do you have some attachment to being a different girl?”
He had just praised her as the most attractive now, but her reply felt hesitant. When he cupped her cheeks to catch her wandering eyes, the young wife gave in and confessed.
”Well… My figure was almost flat ten years ago, but it kept changing until it became like this. Heartless men stared at it, and I hated it. But when we reunited and you tried so hard not to look, I realized you were interested and it made me happy. Even after becoming a servant, you’ve always cherished me, which was nice. But if I’d become one back then, you could have watched me grow little by little—and that’s what I ended up thinking—fnyaa!”
Ashley was usually so proper. As the lead servant, she sometimes acted playful to delight her master, but it felt calculated, like she thought it was necessary. Her flawless behavior was appealing, but it often hid her true feelings, which was frustrating.
Hearing her admit a wish for him to be with her from girlhood, it was no wonder his hands reached for her shoulders in affection.
”So that’s the thoughtful thing you were imagining, Ashley. You’re usually so pure, but you have a playful side.”
”I-I’m not! I want to share special moments with you too! I’ve wanted to be your wife for so long—mmph!”
This was the Ashley he had always craved—one woman, free from others’ eyes. When he gently teased her hidden desires, her tone brought back the mischievous girl from before. It was the first love he had let slip away out of caution and restraint.
He wouldn’t let her go again. Grabbing her wrist, he claimed her lips once more. To calm the cheeky girl protesting like a rebellious little sister, he held her body completely, embracing her so she couldn’t pull away. Soon, Ashley gave up resisting and leaned into him with trust.
”Fwa! Ahn! Ah, Yuuri, your heart is racing so fast! Nlero, churu… Hey, do it! Make up for what you didn’t do back then—love me now! And make me your wife!”
Was she pretending to be her old self, or was emotion clouding her mind? He couldn’t tell. But the thrill of her offering her past self to her master was impossible to ignore.
”Haa, a-all right! I’ll do it. I’ll take you as my wife and steal you away!”
He guided the bride in white down onto the luxurious bed. Adjusting her long skirt, he steadied the fabric with his knee and moved closer between her legs. Realizing escape was impossible, Ashley had no choice but to open up willingly.
As he adjusted the tuxedo Suzuri had dressed him in, he memorized the sight of her alluring form with his eyes. The pure white dress hugged her upper body tightly, but the voluminous skirt hid her lower half. Beneath lay shapely legs clad in white thigh-high stockings, held up by a garter belt matching her elegant undergarments. In this secret garden of white, only the symbolic mark stained her pale skin with a deep red glow.
”You’re beautiful, Ashley.”
”Yeah! You look so handsome too, Yuuri.”
Their emotion-filled gazes intertwined, praising each other’s appeal. He slowly moved to hold her, but he had no intention of rushing. This was their first night as lovers turned husband and wife. Ending it abruptly would be far too crude.
First, he reached for her neck to feel the warmth of her whole body.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Marina – First Princess of Restea—needs labyrinth escort.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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