The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Want’s to Retire

Was it just impulse? Or something she had desired all along?

Conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind.

Cluna’s face, flushed as if it were burning, was as uncertain as a young girl experiencing her first love.

She was aware. Even if it wasn’t true love, she had married and borne another man’s child.

Was she truly worthy?

That question had continuously tormented Cluna. And there was also the matter of her age.

Wouldn’t it be better to step aside for her lovely daughter? Yes, that was the right thing to do.

But despite her rationalizations, she couldn’t bring herself to act accordingly.

But the Commander didn’t know one thing.

That she was pushing herself, partly because she wanted to hear his concerned voice, his caring words…

She would probably never admit it. Cluna’s moist eyes, tinged with a blush, looked down.

She didn’t know what to do.

That day, the day she was saved by the Commander, he had said it was only natural, but those natural things… Cluna, despite her long life, hadn’t known them.

“I was happy. To have someone I could trust my back to.”

After the First Hero’s death, Cluna never made another companion. She didn’t want to see her companions leave her behind. She was afraid of being left alone.

That fear had almost been healed once.

When she married and had children. Looking at her children playing in her arms, Cluna realized her reason for living.

However, it didn’t last long.

Her husband and children died in the war against the demons. And to protect Clara, who was left alone, she lost control.

“If you hadn’t stopped me, I might have…”

She might have become an even worse monster. And then, a man strong enough for her to trust appeared before her.

That man was the Commander. Hans, the new Commander of the Royal Knights.

At first, she thought he was a fool. Starting with the collapse of the Royal Knights, the cracks had already grown too large.

Even if the First Hero were to return, these cracks couldn’t be mended.

That’s what she thought, giving up hope. And then, the Commander appeared and reached out his hand.

After that, she was truly happy.

She became close with the unit members, shared meals with them, trusted them with her back in battle.

At some point, Cluna started to think of this place as home.

“You gave me a place to belong.”

There was no response.

Perhaps because he was exhausted, Hans was sleeping soundly in bed.

Cluna gazed at his face silently.

Elves and humans had different standards of beauty.

Elves usually considered the size and shape of ears to be beautiful.

From their perspective, humans, regardless of whether they were handsome or beautiful, were like aliens.

She was happy. She was joyful. But that very fact made her anxious.

Clara, her daughter and fellow elf, not to mention the dragon Yuren, the dwarf Ruby, and the beastman Bayard…

Except for Helia, most of them were long-lived races. Compared to them, the Commander was human.

A human’s lifespan was fleeting compared to an elf’s.

Wasn’t it the same with the First Hero?

She was afraid. Afraid that he, who resembled the First Hero, would leave her side just like the First Hero did. Back then, Cluna could only watch.

“But… what should I do…?”

Suddenly, Cluna remembered a legend passed down among the elves.

A story about a human who consumed elf honey, gained immortality, and lived happily ever after with his beloved elf.

It was closer to a fairy tale than a legend. It wasn’t actually effective.

Most elves scoffed at the idea of an ugly human and an elf being together.

Elf honey.

The fairy tale was created to teach children to get along with other races, so it was sugar-coated, but Cluna knew the truth behind the legend.

It was a story about one of her peers. In the end, she and her lover were executed.

At the time, Cluna couldn’t understand, but…

Now she did.

Because she couldn’t ignore this pounding in her chest. The thought of the Commander leaving her side was unbearable. So, she would do it.

Cluna carefully reached down towards her lower body. Thanks to her dress, it wasn’t difficult to remove her underwear underneath.

“This is… more embarrassing than I thought…”

As her peer had warned, she wasn’t ready for this yet.

Should she stop? Wouldn’t that be better? But pushing aside the shame and embarrassment, memories of the past took over.

The First Hero, whom she truly loved, died in bed. Her husband and children were killed by demons.

She had thought she only had her beloved daughter left.

But he had forced his way into her heart. Even though she tried to push him away, she couldn’t. In the end, he became a part of her.

There was one contradiction.

Cluna wasn’t thinking about fighting demons.

Her only concern was the Commander leaving her side when his lifespan ended.

“Is it this world that’s twisted? Or is it me, obsessed with you?”

Because she had experienced loss, because she knew the heart-wrenching pain, because she knew what he had done for them… That’s why she thought, Even if I’m hated, it can’t be helped. ŕ�

Finally, her determined hand removed her underwear completely. And then, into the opening of her exposed womanhood, beneath her dress, she slowly inserted her slender finger.

Guilt and shame. And the unknown pleasure that coexisted between them accelerated her movements.

Then, suddenly, she stopped.

Cluna’s gaze fell on the Commander’s hand.

A weak, human hand, covered in scars and blisters. It wasn’t a beautiful hand by any means.

But Cluna loved the warmth of that hand more than anything. She came to her senses, her delicate hand holding the Commander’s.

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this.

She knew it rationally, but… she couldn’t stop herself. Consumed by desire and pleasure, there was no stopping Cluna.

Soon, the Commander’s hand touched her womanhood.

“Ah…?!?”

A jolt of electricity shot through her, from her core to her brain, just from his touch. It was her first time doing this with someone she loved.

The First Hero, whom she had feelings for, had hesitated until his time ran out, and the elf she married wasn’t someone she loved. But Hans… he was definitely in her heart.

It was her first time. So she was surprised.

Even though she had experience, just the touch of her beloved’s hand felt this good… Her surprise quickly turned into pleasure.

A trickle.

Her tightly closed flower leaked its nectar once more. But unlike the first time, an unexpectedly large amount flowed out.

Cluna, with trembling hands, collected all the nectar.

“…Come to think of it, the Commander can’t consume this right now.”

Forcing it into the mouth of a sleeping person wasn’t a good idea.

Then, she had no choice but to carefully repeat the act, did she? There were other ways, of course, but…

Making excuses, Cluna put the nectar in her mouth. It was her own nectar, but it had the sweet scent of apples.

With the nectar in her mouth, she slowly approached Hans.

Once again, she gently explored his lips.

The nectar that flowed between her teeth, guided by her magic, slowly and smoothly flowed down Hans’s throat. This was a shortcut.

“Originally, I was supposed to put my mouth directly on it and drink it, but…”

Even she couldn’t do that to the unconscious Commander. The last vestiges of Cluna’s reason stopped her.

She couldn’t do that.

Of course, she was curious how it would feel to have his tongue, his breath, touch hers… but her feelings for him were stronger, so she held back.

After confirming that the Commander had consumed all the nectar, Cluna finally parted her lips.

A thin string of something, she didn’t know if it was leftover nectar or saliva, connected their lips.

Cluna raised her hand and brushed her hair back. Sweat dripped down her jawline.

Was it because she had been too engrossed?

Surprisingly, Cluna didn’t notice.

“W-what is that…?!”

The excessively passionate gaze of the dragon, watching them through the crack in the infirmary door.

[Translator Notes]