In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Although this took up a lot of space and cost a lot of money.

However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was very satisfied with this.

"Husband."

"Let me serve you."

"Then there's Mrs. Law."

The loose-fitting kimono that the Onmyoji usually wore was removed.

A figure leaned against the edge of the bathtub.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu knelt to the side, washing a towel with hot water that had been prepared in advance in a wooden basin.

To be fair, this is not something someone of her status should have done.

There are many servants in the mansion, and naturally, quite a few of them are capable of doing this kind of work.

only--

Minamoto no Yorimitsu had a strong possessive desire for Ian.

An opportunity like serving someone during a bath should never be given to anyone else.

She wiped her husband's hands, her eyes gradually revealing a loving light.

"Husband, is this comfortable?"

“It feels good,” Ian replied. “But it must be tiring for you to do this, Madam, right?”

"After all, I have just been freed from heavy official duties, and now I feel a little sorry for having to work so hard again."

"That--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu peeked out from behind Ian.

"My husband, please do me a favor."

“No problem,” Ian readily agreed. “What kind of service would you like, Madam?”

"Hmm... this is the kind of service."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu grasped Ian's hand and placed it on his most impressive body curves.

"Let me massage this spot for Mom."

Clatter. Clatter.

Another set of clothes appeared on the shore of the bathhouse.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was submerged in hot water.

The rising steam flushed her cheeks, turning everything red.

At the time, she was the governor of Mino and was enjoying complete relaxation.

She sat on her lover's lap with her legs slightly apart, as if she were sitting in a wicker chair.

but--

People sitting in rattan chairs worry about falling off.

But she doesn't need to worry about such things right now.

Because Ian, who was behind her, provided her with the strongest support and stability.

As for the martial artist's hands, they were tightly pressed together with the back of his lover's hands.

This contact is accompanied by turbulent changes.

The large yet graceful hemispherical curve is transformed into various shapes by the five fingers, sometimes concave, sometimes elongated, and occasionally even focused on a single point with gentle, slow kneading.

However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu had no way to say anything at that moment.

Because her lips were forcibly taken by the Great Onmyoji, even the movement of her tongue required his permission.

The martial artist's mind was filled with a dazed feeling.

But she didn't dislike being restricted by the other party; on the contrary, she felt incredibly relaxed.

When their lips parted temporarily.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the man he was leaning close to, exhaled a warm breath, and spoke with a gentle smile:

"My husband, could you please satisfy both my desire to be your wife and my desire to be your mother?"

"...Of course, no problem."

The satisfaction of being a wife stems from the act of procreation.

The satisfaction of being a mother comes from the act of breastfeeding.

So--

As long as both of these points are achieved, it will be fine.

The great Onmyoji lowered his head and gave a deep kiss to the flower room on one side.

On the other side, they were given enough freedom to feel the thrill of their hands.

Beneath the surface, turbulent undercurrents surge.

The ritual implement was stirring the pool water up and down, seemingly trying to make it warmer.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu exhaled a soft breath and rolled his eyes slightly upward.

Finally, she spoke;

"My husband... please take good care of Mother."

All three points are connected by a line.

A warm current from the Great Onmyoji underwater;

The martial artist flew towards the sweet-smelling line that emerged from the water's surface;

And the thread of maternal love that blossoms in Ian's words;

A beautiful atmosphere lingers in the place that was created to resemble their first encounter.

Ten minutes later.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu nestled close to Ian, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"My husband is so amazing~"

"If you say you'll do it at the same time, you really do it at the same time."

“Of course.” Ian smiled slightly. “After all, Madam has made such a request of me, so I definitely have to do my best.”

"I'm so happy..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked up at Ian, his eyes filled with longing.

"I wish I could be this loving with my husband every day."

“But—” she sighed, “I’ll be busy again starting tomorrow.”

"Madam, has something happened again?"

"No." Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head.

"It's just that the Hierophant ordered that the 'Algae Maiden' must be found, so there will definitely be other actions to follow."

Hearing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words, you recalled the woman you saw on the street.

Your mind is filled with her incredibly sorrowful eyes.

This makes you feel that the Hierophant's urgency seems a bit off.

[You've decided to ask Minamoto no Yorimitsu more questions.]

"lady."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, whose face was slightly flushed, and asked;

Why would the French Emperor be so concerned about a woman?

"Given his status and position, even if he were to choose based on the standard of beauty, he would probably have many options, right?"

"As for feelings, that's even more impossible—wasn't she a woman who was about to enter the court?"

"I don't know about that." Minamoto no Yorimitsu tilted his head slightly.

“My husband, you know that it’s not so easy to interfere with the Emperor’s decisions.”

"……Too."

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

“Husband,” Minamoto no Yorimitsu said, looking at Ian, who was deep in thought beside him, “you seem quite concerned about this matter.”

"Including this time, you've asked me this several times now, haven't you?"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Madam, this is a golden opportunity for the Genji."

"Of course I have to care about it."

"As expected, my husband is also a member of the Genji clan..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu quickly accepted Ian's explanation.

"But speaking of which, weren't there two little girls in our manor who kept bothering you before?"

Why can't we see them anymore?

"Oh... something happened to their neighbors, so I approved their permission to go back first."

"Is it nothing serious?"

“No.” Ian shook his head. “Madam, you seem quite concerned about them?”

“It’s not that I care…” Minamoto no Yorimitsu muttered to himself, “I just think one of them looks a little familiar.”