Chapter 33: Truth Of The Wife.

  Narrator Vulely: “Dear… is something wrong with Celia?” I ask, hoping for the awkward moment to pass as soon as possible.

  Mena: “N-no.” She denied, face now turning red.

  Narrator Vulely: “Then…” Before I could speak any further, I lost the opportunity to do anymore.

  Snap!

  Celia’s door flung open, and I was pulled inside. As for Mena… my wife had snapped her fingers, obviously sending our daughter back to her room.

  Narrator Vulely: “Celia, I…” Once more, my lips were sealed.

  Kiss!

  Celia: “I’ve waited so long for you to return… Yet you’ve come asking about business?” She jokingly mused, running her soft fingers throughout my body.

  Narrator Vulely: “(/ />/ A /
  Lots Of Intimate Reunion Time Later.

  Though it was abrupt, I wasn’t one to ever shy away from Celia’s touch. An always loving touch, that is… I did miss her this entire time, as well.

  Narrator Vulely: “Why was Mena being weird?” I ask with a somewhat interested tone, voice muffled by Celia’s breasts.

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  Celia: “Her? Oh, I was finally able to leave my room a month ago, no longer going through any changes.” She answered while playing with my hair.

  Narrator Vulely: “And?” I replied with a raised eyebrow, which Celia absolutely didn’t see, but probably felt on one of her lovely mounds.

  Celia: “Well… My wives and I were… missing intimate actions. Before we realized it, we had spent over 22 days just having sex. Mena walked in on that, and now seems to think that I have some sex curse.” She explained with an embarrassed tone, face getting more red than when were doing the deed.

  Cute! Aaaaaaaa… how I’ve longed to see my wife’s amazing reactions, both on her face, and Celia’s body, once again.

  Even without those poisonous Titles and Domain, it’d be pretty hard for someone to NOT fall for Celia. Just looking up at her from my head’s squishy rest… is enough to send me over the edge!

  Celia: “If you’re going to laugh, at least don’t do so into my boobs, Vulely.” She expressed with a sighful pout.

  Narrator Vulely: “Why not?” I replied, pretending to be innocent.

  Celia: “Because… then I’ll be unable to resist another round with you. I’ve spent too long on leisure activities, and really need to get work done.” She earnestly pleaded.

  A Few Hours Later.

  Narrator Vulely: “I really like the design of our house, Celia. Far better than what it was before.” I praise, while tenderly doing up my wife’s hair, us deciding to naturally dry off after a bath.

  Celia: “Please don’t give me any credit for its look… All of my design suggestions were vetoed for being too practical and boring.” She replied with a groan.

  Narrator Vulely: “What? Did something happen to your whimsy, dear?” I asked with a serious tone, now holding Celia’s face in my hands.

  Celia: “…” “Damn… I was hoping that Vulely would be normal, as well as sane, unlike the rest of my family.” She secretly thought with a tone of defeat.

  Narrator Vulely: “In terms of Higher Beings, we’re all sane, and perfect saints. I can still hear your thoughts, dearest wife of mine!!!” I exclaimed with wifey fury.

  Celia: “( ’-’ ~)”