I Think My Fiancé Has Regressed

Chapter 98: How to control your wild nightlife (3)

TL Note: This chapter is rated R-18.

“Hmmm…!”

A happy squeal escaped Ariana’s mouth as soon as my cock was inside her.

It was a repetitive intercourse that I was sure we had already done hundreds of times.

But it never implied disappointment in the next time, or the familiar love we shared each time.

From the first time I made her mine, six years ago, until now, she has always had the perfect body for me.

There was a strange sense of maturity in her now, unlike the Academy days when she still had a bit of a childlike quality to her.

Even though a decade had passed since our first meeting, she was still the newest and most beautiful thing to me.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…!”

A lustful mewling sound escaped her mouth as she swallowed my cock to the root.

At first glance, it sounded no different from the moans I’d heard last night on the bed, but if I listened closely, it was a new Ariana, different from the one I’d heard the day before.

She cried in a different way and in a different voice each time, using the thousands of voices she had on the bed.

It soon became an excuse for me and Ariana to deepen our lovemaking.

…It was also the reason I couldn’t give up my nightly routine with Ariana again and again.

Yesterday’s Ariana is not today’s Ariana.

Perhaps tomorrow I will face a different Ariana.

I’ve held her almost every night so far because I wanted to make her all mine.

Tonight, it took the form of a cuddle because she begged for it first.

I wonder what would have happened if she hadn’t been so stubborn today.

Maybe then it would have been my turn to make the first move.

Because I’ve yet to make ‘Ariana who can hold her own in bed’ mine.

…Or, more accurately, I’d never met her.

My lust for her was possessive.

The memory of losing Ariana in that way in my last life was still fresh in my mind, like a grain of sand slipping helplessly from my grasp.

Every moment of making love with her was a confirmation that she was there.

It was love and lust, obsession and greed.

I knew enough to know that I didn’t deserve it, but I couldn’t help but crave Ariana’s body and mind.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha….”

Ariana cried out softly as she impaled herself on my cock several times.

Each time she reacted in this way, my cock inside her could only move faster and faster.

Not only physically, but also mentally.

Every part of Ariana was ‘unbearable’ to me.

Even though I knew I should refrain from doing this in the future, I could clearly see that my resolve would be dulled by spending another day with her tomorrow morning.

Her body, now completely customized for my cock, wrapped around it.

Her body temperature, only slightly higher than mine, was hot against my manhood.

A burning hot sensation surged through my cock, filled with pleasure, exaltation, and other mixed emotions.

I wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that it was the sensation of ejaculation, something I’d already experienced hundreds of times over.

…At the very least, I should practice cumming outside.

It would be a shame in more ways than one not to leave a token of my love inside Ariana, but if I couldn’t get over that, I wouldn’t be able to take the next step.

I would just have to take it one step at a time.

“Ariana, outside….”

Two ankles crossed behind my back with a snap.

I didn’t bother to ask whose legs they were.

There was no way there was anyone else in this room but me and Ariana anyway.

As I was feeling embarrassed by Ariana’s thighs holding me tightly so I couldn’t escape, I looked up to see her smiling triumphantly.

“I knew you’d say that, Alex.”

As if she’d been expecting me to pack it outside all along. There was a determination in her eyes that I would never allow it.

“I was going to….I just want you to make sure it’s the last thing you do.”

“Arianna….”

“Being queen of the Kingdom of Leavrov is nice, but my first priority will always be Alex’s wife, and being queen means nothing to me if I don’t fulfill that role.”

It was a charming statement.

It was certainly inappropriate coming from someone who was going to be queen, but as a wife, it had a very appealing ring to it.

I don’t know if Arianna is doing this out of selfishness, wanting to be loved more, or if she’s really doing what she thinks I owe her as a wife.

At least it was enough to end my excuses for running away from her seduction.

“…Okay.”

Pretending I couldn’t win. Giving up on a battle with myself that I didn’t really want to win, I focused on feeling and enveloping her body until the very last moment, instead of pulling my cock out of her just before I ejaculated.

In the end, in that final moment, I carved the token of my love into Ariana’s body for today.

“Hmmmm, ha, ha, ha…!”

Ariana’s deep cries echoed throughout the room as she released the pleasure she had been holding back, always timed to the moment of my ejaculation.

Her loud moans, which were always so loud, left quite a few empty rooms near me and Ariana’s bed.

Ariana’s body, bent at the waist and moaning in deep pleasure, fell onto the bed.

A white, creamy liquid oozed from the crack in her crotch where my cock had just been.

…I’m going to have to stop myself.

It was at this moment that I realized I needed something more radical, something to hold me back.

“Ha, ha, ah, Alex….”

“…Ariana.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah….”

As Ariana replied, her eyes still filled with affection, I finally spoke out the last thing I had in mind.

“…From today on, let’s keep our distance and stay as far away from each other as possible.”

She looked more desperate than I’d seen her in a long time.

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It’s the morning after last night, the day after Alex’s pushy demands led to some unequal arrangements.

There’s a quiet silence in the Office, where the three men are deeply engrossed in their respective tasks.

The Prime Minister’s office in the Royal Palace of Leavrov.

That is, the office of Alex, who now holds the position of Prime Minister.

So, by definition, this should be the office that Alex uses when he’s the only one working.

For a number of reasons, the Prime Minister’s office is currently a shared office between myself, Alex, and a few others.

Perhaps the biggest reason is the confidentiality of Alex’s illness.

No matter how much Alex and I love each other, it would have seemed odd for her to be in the office every day, coming in and out of work with me.

What resulted was this prime minister’s office, which is now shared by five senior executives.

Any extra person is bound to raise a few eyebrows.

The prime minister, Prince Alexandros Leavrov.

Minister of the Interior, Crown Princess Ariana Leavrov.

Minister of Justice, Countess Charlotte Francis.

Minister of Foreign Affairs, Count Eamon Francis.

Minister of General Affairs, Duke Kael Anastasia.

As you can probably tell from the roster alone, the Prime Minister’s Office is an extension of the student council at Leavrov Academy.

Though their surnames and titles have changed over the course of six years.

Charlotte and Kael haven’t inherited the official titles yet, so it would be more appropriate to call them young lady and prince.

But since there was no one else to carry on their family name, we’re just calling them by their first names for convenience.

Titles and titles don’t really mean much to us since we call each other by our first names or nicknames.

At the moment, Eamon is out of town on a business trip to a neighboring kingdom, and even Kael has been away for a while with Sophia’s birth.

That left the three of us, myself, Alex, and Charlotte, to guard the office today.

The atmosphere was strangely different than usual, with a thick silence hanging in the air.

“…….”

“…….”

In the quiet room, the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of a few people shuffling through documents, the sound of someone scribbling something on paper with a pen, and the occasional sound of someone stamping and dedicating the last page of a document.

Alex in his seat as Prime Minister, Charlotte in her seat as Minister of Justice….And me, not in my usual spot, working a few feet away from Alex.

“……?”

Sensing that something was a bit out of the ordinary, Charlotte’s mouth opened slowly.

“…Did you two have a fight?”