After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 995

A/N: Ok, one more R-18 xD. If the previous one didn’t make you cringe to death, you may read this one. Lololol. This is the last smut chapter in a while, and the next ones will be according to request. xD Otherwise, I’ll just do blackout snu snus after this.

According to you guys, this couple shall be called: Winsel! lololol

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While a certain couple was going at it early into the night, others were just signing off after a day of patronizing the amenities.

Winona was in her first trimester now and could not do excessively laborious activities, so the bickering husband-and-wife frequented the warm pools, the spas, and the restaurants. _{freёwebnovel.com}

They spent the entire day there, and it was only when the pregnant woman announced she was tired that they finally headed back to the room.

Ansel carried her to the bath so they could get cleaned together. He would often do this, and he happily served as the good husband.

He warmed the water and prepared everything, he helped her undress, and they entered the tub together.

It started out fairly innocent, with Ansel helping her clean up without being too naughty. However, how could Ansel miss a chance to take advantage?

So… his hands began to explore her more… intimately.

After pregnancy, his wife’s mood for sex had dipped and he had to do a lot of seduction to get her in the mood.

He didn’t mind. He actually found it fun and an interesting way to change up the dynamics.

"A-Ah~" she mewled, her body arching as her back rested against his chest. Her mouth parted with continuous moans as Ansel expertly rubbed her insides with his fingers.

While one of his hands was pleasuring her cave, the other one was determined to send tingles everywhere else.

"Hnggg~"

She was flinching and twitching against him as the barrage of sensations occupied her senses, but Ansel wasn’t one to do things halfway.

"Should I go faster, wife?" he asked, leaning down so he could kiss he shoulder while he seductively pumped her with his fingers, though he was met by her golden locks that had been dampened by the bath.

Winona’s hair had now grown a bit. During the Guian war, it was cut to just under her ears. Now, it was reaching her shoulder. He used his free hand to brush it away, revealing more of her luscious skin to him.

He leaned down to place his hot lips on her shoulder and then to her neck and ears, the same hand crawling down and groping her breasts—which were now even bigger due to the pregnancy.

He loved touching it. So much.

He groped and moulded it in his arms, and he would never tire of it.