⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
“How did that man know what I might do, to say something like that?”
Rubio snorted and turned around. His husband was incomprehensible no matter how much he thought about it.
It was two days later that Téllez’s telegram flew in from Castillo.
“Rubio, this is from the duke.”
“To me?”
“Yes.”
Rubio had woken from a short nap and was drinking tea. Anna, who had been attending him, glanced at Maria’s face and rose from the sofa, but Maria gestured for her to stay seated and politely handed Rubio the letter.
Rubio took the letter with a puzzled expression and asked.
“What’s that behind it?”
“It came with the letter, but I don’t really know what it is. Shall I have it brought into the room?”
“Yes. I’ll check it later.”
It seemed Téllez had sent a gift along with the letter.
“Maria, will you drink with me?”
Holding a steaming teacup, Rubio offered, but Maria shook her head slowly from side to side.
“I’m grateful for the offer, but I have work to do. I’ll join you later. Shall I have more dessert brought?”
“This is enough.”
“Then I’ll take my leave.”
When Maria left her seat, Rubio tilted his head. He had understood that Téllez was scheduled to return soon, so why had he gone to the trouble of sending this?
‘Isn’t it a love letter? You’re newlyweds, far apart, so he must have been lonely,’ Anna added, seeing Rubio’s puzzled face.
That man, sending something like a love letter? That could not be……
Pedro Téllez and a love letter, that outwardly sleek pervert of a human, were not a combination that suited each other at all.
At the mere thought, Rubio shuddered, recalling the wedding night, which felt like committing a sin.
“I’ll leave the room, so read it slowly.”
When Anna tidied the teacup and teapot and left the room, the surroundings fell quiet.
Because of the chilly weather, the room was warm, almost a little too much. Rubio sat at the desk across from the fireplace and stared at the letter his husband had sent. Judging by the seal, it was certainly from Téllez.
What could he have written on such fine paper?
“Hmm…….”
Probably nothing of note. There had better not be.
If a telegram coming up from the territory had something written in it, that would be its own big problem.
Without much thought, Rubio slit one side of the letter open lengthwise with a knife.
The first thing that caught his eye was Téllez’s elegant handwriting. As if character showed even in handwriting, it was neat and beautiful.
As Rubio slowly traced with his eyes the script, which could fairly be called a master calligrapher’s, a puzzled look gradually rose on his face. That was what came next.
“Wh, what is this?”
In the end, his face red, he rose from the chair, trembling as if he had seen something he should not have, tore the letter to shreds, and threw it into the fireplace.
“What is he saying to me!”
If one pieced together the letters of the letter, finely torn and scattering in the flames, it went roughly like this.
To my spouse, who is sincere about making a baby
My pretty Rubio, have you been well?
Castillo is a little hot. Hoping that you, in Orense, are spending a good autumn in good health, I send you a gift. It is nothing else, but things that I thought might help when we have a baby, so try using them until I return. I chose them after careful thought for things you would like, so they will surely feel good.
To explain starting with the object easiest to try: the stick with the white fluffy decoration is for placing against the tip of your nipples and rolling softly. It is an object that raises sensitivity, so use it while thinking of when I sucked them for you, until water comes out of your hole.
The long, slippery one shaped like a cock is good for widening your hole, and if you coat it with the oil enclosed with it and insert it, it will limber you up just like that. I would prefer to thrust into you myself, but given the situation of being away like this, doing so every day would be difficult.
Until I return, you may use them as toys. I sent a set of five, so use them starting from the small one, and once you are used to it, change to a bigger one. Even the biggest is smaller than my cock, so it should be sufficient for practice.
When you thrust with it, lying on your stomach will be comfortable, but if you want it to feel even better, sit with your legs spread a little, insert it slowly, and while you do, knead your breasts…
“Y, you perverted bastard……”
His head ringing, Rubio trembled and muttered. He could not believe that he was experiencing, through his husband, lewd talk he had never heard or seen in his life.
The wooden case Maria had placed neatly on the desk was, at a glance, a luxury item, and it even came with a certificate of quality from an artisan craftsman.
As if even touching it with his fingertips were filthy, Rubio shoved the box with his elbow, knocked it off the desk onto the floor, and kicked it over next to the waste bin.
If he had his way, he would have ordered it thrown out at once, but if anyone happened to see the contents, he might die of shame on the spot.
So, having no choice, he moved it again and shoved it away into a corner under the desk, then left the room just like that.
When Rubio, his face flushed red, burst out of the room and came down to the first floor, Anna, startled, jumped up from where she had been sitting.
“Rubi? Where are you going?”
“I’m just going out for a bit!”
“You’re going out like that? It’s cold outside. Oh my, young master!”
But before she could even finish speaking, Rubio slammed the door, bang, and went out of the mansion.
How could he say such lewd things to me!’
Full of indignation, he ran straight to the back garden. Every servant he met greeted him knowingly, but he had no composure to answer. Everyone wore puzzled expressions.
“Heok…!”
Had he run ten laps around the rear garden? He had run until his whole body was drenched in sweat in the chilly weather, and only then did the heat of his anger seem to subside a little. Rubio circled the wide pond once more before he came back, panting.
“What has gotten into you?”
“It’s nothing.”
Anna asked with a puzzled face, but he could not bring himself to tell her the truth. If he blurted it out in a fit of temper, he would only become a laughingstock. It was clearly that pervert who was in the wrong, so why did his own face have to burn? Rubio felt wronged.
After that, he shut himself in the bath for over two hours and did not come out. By the time he had gone to the chapel, said his rosary prayers, begging the filthy words he had seen that day to be erased from his head, and lain down in bed with a purified body, it was past midnight.
The curtains were drawn, the room was dark, and all around was quiet. Rubio closed his eyes and lay still on his back, trying to sleep.
He had pushed himself so hard today that he had expected to fall asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.
“……”
Sleep would not come……
Guh. With a small groan, Rubio rolled over to the other side.
‘Do not become a lewd demon. You are not Pedro Téllez.’ He squeezed his eyes shut and muttered it to himself. But however deep the night grew, not a wink of sleep came. Lewd demon, lewd demon, lewd demon……
His eyes hollow, Rubio flopped over again. He folded his hands and prayed to be allowed to fall asleep at once, then tried to sleep again, but the more he tried, the clearer his mind became.
“Ah, really.”
In the end, he sat bolt upright.
He got down from the bed and lit the lamp on the side table. The box he had shoved away under the desk bothered him so much that he could not possibly sleep.
“Ha……”
Rubio strode over to the desk. The box he had flung aside that afternoon lay abandoned on the floor. He hesitated for a long while, swallowed dryly, and opened the lid.
His lovely double-lidded eyes furrowed at once. Inside were instruments of shapes he had never seen in his life. The rod decorated with white downy fur was one thing, but the five graduated penis models Téllez had explained in such detail looked even more grotesque in the red lamplight.
As if touching something filthy, Rubio picked one of them up with his fingertips and muttered suspiciously.
“What is this?”
Beads the size of a baby’s fist were strung in a row. They were colorful and pretty, but where on earth would one use such a thing……
Besides that, at the bottom of the box lay small clamps and things like silver rods, but since he had torn up the letter and burned it, there was no way to know what they were for.
He had opened the box because he could not bear the curiosity, but far from satisfying it, he only felt more unsettled.
With a perplexed face, Rubio picked each one up, held it to the light, and wondered what it might be used for, but his imagination did not seem up to the task.
So he stared at the objects, then shut the lid with a snap and hurried back to bed as if nothing had happened.
“……”
He had thought that if he took them out one by one and identified them, sleep would come……
He lay straight on his back with the covers pulled up to his neck, but his open eyes still sparkled, wide awake.
He let out a deep sigh and rolled over again.
The sleek face of the man who had hurled perverted instruments at him along with that horrid lewd talk rose in his mind, and his temper flared.
“If only he had not sent that letter today…!”
In truth, lately, whenever Rubio tried to fall asleep alone, what he had done with that man came back to him and tormented him. Each time, he had berated himself, crying, ‘Get a hold of yourself!’, but at least he had slept.
‘Only as much as feels good for you.’
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