"You went with Lord Governor, saying you have something to discuss. What took you so long? And why do you look so flushed?" Karl asked, his brow furrowing as he caught sight of his wife.

"R-Right, we indeed had something important to discuss."

Delicia pulled the hem of her skirt, trying to hide the traces of cum that threatened to betray just how invigorating her meeting had been.

"It took long probably because it felt good, I mean, I felt unwell and had to get some night air to reinvigorate myself. T-That's why I look like this…"

The excuse was weak, but Karl could only nod his head, his leering gaze fixed on his wife's exposed thigh and the trail of something glimmering down from her secret garden that was barely hidden by a thin strip of lace.

He could smell something strong on her, a musky, primal perfume that made heat surge through his body. She looked so divinely picturesque that he felt uncomfortable in his pants.

"I... searched for you everywhere?"

"The governor's estate is so… expansive. There are numerous… secluded spots to truly appreciate the view. It's normal that you weren't able to find her".

The one to help her out of the situation was Melissa. As a competent woman and secretary, she quickly came up with a much believable excuse.

"Haha, I noticed that the ladies weren't feeling good, so I couldn't help but accompany them for a while" Reinhardt spoke, with a confident and straight smile.

Seeing that, all impure thoughts, no matter how minute, disappeared from the four men's heads. As the Commander of the order and Governor of the city, he commanded such respect that it bordered on faith. The trust was unshakable.

And he hadn't lied; he had spent the evening with them just, not exactly in the way anyone here imagined. If the atmosphere around his companions seemed a little… heightened, well, that was just his special brand of "care" from his [Endless Ardor]

Of course, the four men did not notice his words that were laced with double meaning.

"It looks like the party's winding down; there are fewer guests now," Before they could ask any more dangerous questions, Anastasia interjected, shifting the conversation.

"Y-Yeah, the party was over long ago. You were so excited for tonight, it's regrettable that you felt unwell and couldn't witness it".

At those words from her husband, the bombshell of a maid licked her lips surreptitiously and tied her loose black hair into a bun.

"That's alright, we found our own celebration. It was truly… excellent".

She was talking about a girls only party, or that's what the people here thought; no, forced themselves to. The men stood there with a bewildered hunger surging through their bodies.

Especially Bob and Karl, their wives looked. Transformed. Sanctified by some unknown sacrament. They were beautiful goddesses, and yet they looked more sensual than they ever had in their lives.

The answer was right in front of them, so close yet so far. In the end, they couldn't figure it out. They stood there, hard and aching and utterly clueless, burning with a desire they couldn't name, staring at their glowing, sultry, perfect wives.

With the party over, the group also retired for the night.

On their way back, Bob looked at his wife's swaying ass that looked more pronounced for some reason, her damp clothes, glistening skin and the musty scent. The effect was so powerful that he finally just blurted, "You look remarkable tonight. Beautiful."

Anastasia beamed happily, her eyes sparkling with some hidden secret. "Why, thank you, Bob. I feel absolutely… ravished."

She leaned in, letting her perfume and the lingering flush of pleasure envelop him, her breast brushing his arm so boldly that he could feel the hard point of her nipple through his jacket.

Bob felt a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust so powerful it stole his breath. His wife, his proper, dignified Ana, was walking beside him with a beautiful, satisfied smile on her face. And all he could think about was her extremely revealing dress and some glistening liquid drying on her skin, and kissing her neck that had some spots already.

Back inside the mansion, the servants started tidying the party hall now that all the guests had left. Since Reinhardt splurged a little too much for the feast, there were still a lot of food items remaining.

Of course, it wouldn't go to waste since it would be distributed to the common folks tomorrow.

Splash... Reinhardt poured himself a glass of wine, despite the fact that he'd long since lost the ability to get drunk. he was just about to retire for the night when, from the corner he noticed Eleanor standing on the balcony, gazing at the moon above all by herself.

"It's a rare full moon tonight."

The latter was started awake by his presence, which had at some unknown point, drawn near.

"You startled me," She patted her ample breasts and exhaled a breath of relief after seeing that it was Reinhardt, her actions enchantingly expressive.

"To not even hear me draw near, even though I deliberately let my footsteps sound, you must be lost in deep thought," He spoke, standing by her side with a glass of wine in his hand. He joined her for moon viewing.

It was an awfully clear sky today with sights of clouds to be seen anywhere on the horizon. What's more, the twinkling of the innumerable stars in the sky only added to the beauty even more.

Time passed by with the two simply standing there, staring at the sky.

And so, without pressure or pretense, Reinhardt gave her space. If Eleanor felt ready, she would share what was troubling her; if not, he would simply stand in quiet companionship, letting the silent comfort of the night do its work.

A warm breeze in this early winter night blew over, brushing Eleanor's beautiful, long hair.

Finally, she spoke.

"Sir Reinhardt has quite a few women pining for him".

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