142. What Follows...***

Thyra was sitting in the same wooden tub. Although the water wasn't too cold to bathe in, it had already lost all its warmth. 

Yet Thyra was sitting there, staring at the starry sky. Looking at the cloudy sky, he couldn't help but sigh. 

It was for something other than the mission he was on, though. He was surprised that that woman didn't just shut him down twice on the same night but also let him experience his most unsatisfactory coitus. 

He inhaled deeply, unable to believe that her mere rotation on his genitalia was sufficient to induce his very first episode of premature ejaculation.

"It wasn't a premature ejaculation, right?" Thyra voiced her thoughts out loud. "We were doing it before the child came. She had come before me. So it wasn't a premature one." Thyra nodded in his own words.

Alas! There was no one who could confirm his thoughts, and he was relieved that things were that way right now. Still, in his mind, it was the quickest and most unsatisfactory experience after he had come to this world and received his male organ.

No matter how much he wanted to assure himself, he could not control his emotions every time he remembered her cheeky smile. He suddenly stood up, spilling the water from the wooden tub. 

"I will let her experience the real thing. I will ensure she won't move a single muscle in the morning, much less smile." Thyra didn't realize his monologue was nothing but proof of his guilt.

Thyra quickly dried himself up and walked through the kitchen. The signs of orgasm were still there, reminding him of the recent past.

She said she would clean it up tomorrow. Thyra was planning to pull her in to get into the bathtub, but the youngest had woken up. She quickly cleaned herself and went to take care of the child.

Thyra put on a simple tunic, closed all the doors he could find, and climbed the stairs. 

Although the first floor had stone floors, the second floor was made of wood. A soldier was expected to be unable to afford magic-induced stones to make the second floor. Still, a two-story building on the outskirts of the wealthy district was something that not many of them could desire.

On the second floor, there were four doors. The first one Thyra opened had a bed, but no one was in the room. He closed the door and moved to the second door. 

The young girl was sleeping like a soldier while her brother wrapped himself around her left hand and snuggled beside her.

He sighed in relief. At least there won't be any more distractions during their intimate interaction. However, the absence of the third child gave him a bad feeling.

His hunch came to fruition as soon as he opened the next door. He could feel a sharp gaze on him. When he looked at her, she pointed at the child and put a finger on her lips, warning him not to make any sound.

Thyra took a deep breath. Now he could understand what those previous world's girlfriends meant when they said that having children would end the sex life.

He could only look at her and the child lying side by side with a sheet covering their bodies. No matter how heartless he was, there was no way she could just pull the mother away from the child to have a good time.

However, she had another idea. Looking at the disheartened Thyra, she smirked and moved her legs out. She acted like it was done unintentionally, but the predator in the room didn't miss the chance to catch the scent of its prey.

Thyra raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. As if oblivious to her actions, she gently patted the child, who had already fallen asleep.

"What?" She looked at him in confusion. She paused. "Do you want to sleep here?"

Thyra didn't say anything; she just continued to stare at the woman. He couldn't believe the audacity of the woman who had tried to seduce her three times on the same night.

"But the bed is small." She said it in a sorry voice.

"No, it is not." Thyra was on the verge of saying it, but he refrained. 

The bed was quite big. The child was on the side of the bed that was against the wall. So the child had no chance of falling, as she was lying on the other side. 

Although it won't be comfortable, someone with Thyra's current size could spend the night on the rest of the bed if they don't move too much. He didn't point that out; he simply waited for her to continue her act.

"It will be hard, but if I move a little, you might..." As she was speaking, she moved inside the bed a little. She pulled the sheet over both the child and herself.

Or at least, that looked like it. As she did, parts of her body got exposed. "Opps…" she said in a suspicious tone as she quickly covered her buttocks.

That momentary glimpse was enough for Thyra to realize she was completely naked under that sheet. He didn't notice it at first, but he soon observed that there were no straps or parts of cloth on her exposed soldier.

"It's not much, brother. But you can lay down here." She spoke like a pure, innocent woman. Yet all her nonchalant expression did was divert the raging blood into Thyra's second brain.

Thyra didn't say anything else, and she started to undress. He made sure that she noticed it. 

"What are you doing, brother?" It appeared from her expression that she did not even know why Thyra started stripping.

"It feels too hot here." He climbed onto the bed without his tunic, which he had discarded. 

Before she could say anything, Thyra raised the sheet and moved in. 

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Don't speak so loudly," Thyra said, with grave concern about waking the sleeping child. But he still moved close to her ear, saying, "Now that I have taken off my clothes, I feel cold."

"Why don't you put on your tunic again?" She said this as she arched her body, making sure that there wasn't any skin contact between them. 

"I do not want to," Thyra said, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. 

"Khaa…" She instantly covered her lips, ensuring she didn't let out any sound. 

"You are so hot that you are not wearing anything." Thyra whispered in her ears, continuing, "Why don't you share some of your warmth with your brother?"

Her breathing was already labored, and the object firmly grasped in her buttocks prevented her from thinking clearly.

When it was inside her, it was too painful and bloated to realize the actual size of it. However, now that it was pressing against her ass, she felt her guess wasn't wrong.

Just to make sure, she slowly moved her hand between her legs and grabbed that monstrosity. Or at least she tried. 

She could not see it, to be sure, but the agitated shape of her brother's love wand made it feel much larger than it actually was. And it was abnormally thicker.

"If you want to warm that thing first, then don't you have another way to do that?"

As she still failed to grab the thickest part of the shaft with just one hand, she retorted, "If I do that, won't it be over before I can warm it up?"

As she was moving her hand along the length to get an idea of the actual size of it, she felt something was wrong. The expected answer didn't come.

However, what happened in the next hour made her agonizingly aware that there were things she should have kept quiet.