It was a small change on the outside, but since there was no flesh, even a slight bulge could be clearly detected.
He slipped his hand into the woolen suitcoat and slowly groped under the thin silk from below the navel to the pubic bone. Through the thin cloth, he felt the feel of her skin, which had become tighter than before, more clearly.
He was surprised that her flat stomach began to curve little by little, and he fiddled with it, but the woman who was sitting on his lap shook her hips as if she was uncomfortable.
He looked into her face with a worried look.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's not like that... That's under you..."
Thalia, who was stuttering with her cheeks stained, lowered her eyes awkwardly.
They slept almost every day until she found out she was pregnant. She couldn't tell what was so awkward, but she seemed to be embarrassed by the changes in her body, so Barcas slightly corrected her posture and hugged her.
"It will subside over time. Don't bother."
"How can I not care?"
She stared at him in astonishment.
Do you know that every time you raise the corners of your eyes like that, your naughty face becomes more provocative?
Barcas was suppressing the desire to swallow her pouting lips, but the woman kept pouting.
"I heard that it is quite painful for a man to be in such a state. That... They say that if you don't relieve it for a long time, you will even feel pain..."
"Who?"
The woman shrugged her shoulders. It was only when he saw that that his voice had sunk so low that it sounded threatening.
He didn't mean to scare her, so he consciously lowered his tone.
"Who told you that?"
"I don't know. I just picked it up somewhere before."
She stuttered, visibly bewildered.
He could easily guess where she had gathered such information.
When he went to the banquet hall that was held regularly at the Empress's palace, she must have picked it up from a man.
The faces that had clung to this woman and were squeaky quickly passed through his mind. When Barcas was selecting a strong candidate among them, he hurriedly changed her mind.
"Anyway, isn't it painful if your physical condition is like that?"
"...What if it hurts?"
Barcas, who had been looking down at her face for a long time, spat out in a stiff voice.
"What do you do if I say I'm in trouble?
A look of bewilderment appeared on her face.
The woman who was biting her lower lip tightly muttered in a croaking voice.
"Even if you don't have to sleep... There is a way to solve it..."
"..."
"How do you do it... Can you tell me?"
Barcas felt a throbbing in his back and twisted his brow
His throat swelled with the desire to investigate who taught her such a thing. As he chewed and swallowed the harsh words that had reached the tip of his tongue, a ticklish hand landed on his waist.
He watched with a serious eye as she rolled up his shirt.
As if she was afraid to touch his body, her fingers, which had been hesitating for a long time near his tightened abdomen, quietly crawled into his waistband.
For a moment, it seemed like blood was flowing backwards. Just the sight of her long, delicate fingers, like the finest crafts, fumbling and untugging through his belt, made him feel excited to a dangerous level.
Barcas hurriedly grabbed her wrist.
"No."
She flinched and looked up at him. Her watery blue eyes and reddish eyes were terrifyingly naughty.
He closed his eyes and recalled to himself that she had a child.
"Don't worry about my physical condition."
"But... Won't it hurt if you leave it like this?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"If you keep putting up with it, it's not good for your health..."
He glared at her, his brow furrowed.
He wanted to harass her to the point where he covered her lips with his mouth and crushed the knowledge someone else had given her. He managed to control that violent urge and let out a calm voice.
"I don't know who made such nonsense, but please get it out of your head. It's all just a trick to stimulate a woman's sympathy."
"...Isn't it really uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable at all."
He said calmly, without blinking an eye.
The woman who was looking at him suspiciously leaned her head against his chest, as if she had agreed immediately.
She believed his words right away, and her bottom was strongly crushed by the barrel that came close to her.
Barcas managed to control his rough breathing and pretended to be carefree, and carefully stroked the back of her round head.
She didn't have to worry about the slightest discomfort in his body.
Since she became pregnant, she has been gaining weight better than before, but she is still small and thin.
Didn't all healers convince them that they should be absolutely stable? He didn't want to do anything that would weigh her down.
"I'm more worried about Your Highness's condition than my body. Are there any inconveniences you have?"
"No. I don't think much has changed since before, except that I keep getting sleepy and getting hungry quickly."
She shook her head and fiddled with her belly. Barcas looked down at it and carefully squeezed her soft cheek.
He was sensing more changes than she did. A slightly higher body temperature, skin with a light flush, a darker body scent, and a more pronounced curve...
"You... It's really okay, right? There are more and more... below."
Barcas let out a heavy sigh. He felt like he would lose his self-control if he kept holding her.
"Guests come and go out again. Don't go anywhere, just rest in your room."
When he carefully put her down and stood up, a bewildered gaze followed him.
"And then you want to leave?"
Her bulging eyes slid down his lower body.
He picked up the tunka hanging on the wall and spat out a bit of cunning.
"I'll take care of it on my own, so don't worry about my business."
Her face turned purple.
"Who are you treating as a pervert! I was just worried that you would be humiliated!"
Barcas, who had covered his body with a loose coat, looked back at her with a disturbed look.
Even the way she was fluttering and striking her chest was sensational, which made him a little annoyed.
He leaned in front of her, roughly scratching his hair. Then he said sternly.
"The most important thing now is Your Highness's health. I hope you don't care about anything else."
"...You don't have to treat me like that. Marisen also said that I was in better condition than she feared."
"Better than you thought doesn't mean you can be completely relieved."
He spat out a bit of stiffness and carefully brushed up the hair that had fallen from his forehead.
Now she took his touch for granted. When he saw that her eyes, which had always been watching vigilantly, relaxed languidly, he felt a tingling sensation burning from his waist to the nape of his neck.
He felt his determination that he had been rolling gently, collapsing in an instant, and he put his lips on her lips.
It was close to self-harm, but he couldn't stand it anymore.
Barcas, who greedily sucked on the slimy wet flesh and small tongue, lifted his head only when he heard a knock on the door. The voice of the chief attendant went straight over the door.
"Your Excellency, when the guests ask when they will be able to see you, what should I tell them?"
"I'll be there soon."
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