Upon returning to the Kingdom Army's encampment, Regulus informed the frontline commander, Kurumel, that the Demi-Human troops had retreated. He reported the death of their commander, Libre Fermi, and casually instructed the army to quickly deal with the remaining Demi-Human stragglers in the wetlands.
Although some witnesses had been ruthlessly dealt with on the way back, who knew if there were any who had slipped through and relocated beforehand? In order to allow Sphinx to smoothly continue acting as a general of the Demi-Human alliance, this slight possibility had to be preemptively eliminated by the Royal Army's sweep.
However, just as Regulus and the others returned to their temporary residence in the town, a problem arose.
Carol, who had earlier confidently claimed to be in excellent health and insisted she wouldn't catch a cold from the rain, was burning up. Her face was incredibly red, accompanied by a clearly exhausted appearance, making it obvious to anyone that something was wrong.
This made Carol very embarrassed. Although she felt ashamed for speaking too soon, she didn't stubbornly refuse to admit she was sick. In her practical Knight's opinion, compared to stubbornly enduring it and worsening her condition on the battlefield, it was better to receive treatment as soon as possible, get some good rest, and recover quickly.
So, when Carol generously admitted she wasn't feeling well and went back to her room to rest, Regulus proactively went to visit her.
Carol, who had already taken medicine and was in a drowsy state, forced herself to perk up when she heard the door open.
"Husband..." Her voice revealed a delicate weakness she had never shown before.
From the day they met until now, she, with her excellent self-discipline, had always appeared full of energy. The few times she had overslept were only because she had been physically exhausted by his 'bullying' the night before. This weak, even fragile appearance felt somewhat novel and endearing to him.
"How are you feeling now?" Regulus asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"After taking the medicine, I feel much better. I probably just need to sleep once more, and when I wake up, there won't be any major problems."
"That's good."
Regulus looked at the beautiful girl before him, clutching the blanket with both hands like a pitiful, delicate maiden. His heart stirred a little. Once she recovered, she would return to her usual stern self, wouldn't she?
"My hometown has a very effective folk remedy," Regulus smiled wickedly. "It can help people with colds recover much faster. Carol, would you like to try it?"
"A folk remedy? I think most of those things can't be trusted."
"Don't worry. Although it's a folk remedy, its effectiveness has been verified many times."
"...Is that so."
After a brief silence, even though she still didn't believe it in her heart, she didn't deliberately refute Regulus's words. As a dutiful wife, although she had a responsibility to correct her husband's mistakes, for such harmless minor issues, she would still give him some face.
"Want to give it a try?"
"How exactly do you do it?" If this folk remedy wasn't some particularly outrageous method, cooperating a little wouldn't be a problem.
"It's very simple. As long as you physically pass the cold to someone else, your own cold will recover."
"Pass it to someone else?"
"That's right, just pass it to someone else."
"How can you do such an excessive thing, and how exactly do you pass a cold to someone else?" Disbelief was followed by a deadpan speechlessness. Carol had never imagined that such a ridiculous folk remedy existed.
"There's no such thing as being excessive. Because both parties using this folk remedy are entirely willing. As for how to pass the cold to someone else... I'll teach you that right now."
As he spoke, Regulus had already leaned down.
"Ugh!" A small, muffled whimper escaped her lips.
At the same time, Carol, feeling Regulus taking the blanket off her body, couldn't help but widen her eyes. How could she not know what Regulus wanted to do?! All this talk of folk remedies was just a shameless excuse!
'Knowing I have a cold and still thinking about such indecent things,' Carol thought helplessly. 'If this really spreads, the other wives at home will surely complain.'
But despite her rational thoughts, Carol didn't really intend to refuse Regulus. It was a wife's dereliction of duty to disappoint her husband. Besides, it was just a small cold. If it really spread to him, it wouldn't be too big of a problem. At worst, she could just learn from Regulus and 'pass' the cold back later...
Regulus leaned down, capturing Carol's lips in a deep, insistent kiss. Her mouth was fever-hot, tasting of the herbal medicine she'd taken earlier, but he didn't care. He swallowed the small, muffled whimper that escaped her, his tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers.
"Regulus… wait—" she breathed when he finally pulled back for air, but her protest was weak, half-hearted. Her cheeks were flushed darker now, not just from the cold.
"No waiting," he murmured, voice low and wicked. "The remedy only works if we do it properly."
He tugged the blanket off her body in one smooth motion. Carol lay beneath him in only a thin sleeping gown, her nipples already stiff and visible through the fabric from the slight chill and building arousal. Regulus slid his hand under the hem, pushing it up to her waist and exposing her slick, fever-warm folds.
"So wet already," he teased, running two fingers along her slit. "Even sick, your body still wants me this badly?"
Carol turned her face into the pillow, embarrassed. "It's the fever… don't say such shameless things…"
He chuckled darkly and spread her thighs wider, settling between them. His cock was already rock-hard, throbbing against her inner thigh. Without another word he lined himself up and pushed in, burying himself to the hilt in one firm thrust.
"Ah—!" Carol's back arched sharply, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Her inner walls were scorching hot, tighter than usual from the fever, clenching and fluttering around his thick length. The heat was overwhelming, almost scalding, and it made every inch of her feel impossibly intense.
"Fuck, Carol…" Regulus groaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "You're burning inside. Feels incredible."
He didn't give her time to adjust. He started thrusting hard and deep, the wet sounds of their coupling loud in the quiet room. Each stroke dragged along her sensitive walls, making her tremble and gasp. Carol's hands fisted the sheets, her fever making every sensation sharper—his cock stretching her, the slap of his hips against her ass, the way his balls smacked against her with every thrust.
"Husband… slow down— I'm still sick— ahhn!" Her voice cracked into a needy whine as he angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside her.
"No. This is the remedy," he panted, grinning down at her. "You have to take all of it."
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he pounded into her. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust. Carol's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body shaking with each powerful stroke. Sweat beaded on her flushed skin, her breasts bouncing inside the bunched-up gown.
Regulus yanked the gown higher and latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard while he kept fucking her. Carol cried out, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as her pussy spasmed around him.
"I'm— I'm going to—"
"Come," he growled against her breast. "Pass that cold to me, Carol. Let me feel how hot you get when you cum on my cock."
She shattered with a choked scream, her walls clamping down like a vice, gushing wet heat around him. The rhythmic squeezing milked his shaft relentlessly. Regulus snarled and kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own release. The feverish heat of her body, the way she trembled and sobbed beneath him, pushed him over the edge.
With a deep groan he buried himself to the root and came hard, flooding her clenching pussy with thick ropes of cum. He kept grinding against her, pumping every drop deep inside until it leaked out around his cock.
Even then, he didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and slid back into her cum-filled hole, fucking her through a second, slower round while she whimpered and moaned into the pillow, too weak and feverish to do anything but take it.
By the time he finally pulled out, Carol was a boneless, cum-soaked mess, breathing heavily, her body glistening with sweat. A faint, satisfied smile curved her lips despite her exhaustion.
"…The remedy… might actually work," she whispered hoarsely.
Regulus kissed her damp forehead, smirking. "Told you."
The next day.
Yesterday's experience had been very good—exceptionally good. Because of the cold, Carol's body temperature was much higher than usual, and this elevated heat made him feel everything much more intensely. If possible, he really wanted to have such an experience a few more times.
But such a thing was impossible. He couldn't possibly make his wives catch a cold just for his personal bedroom experience, could he?
However, after this highly memorable experience, Regulus had to bear the direct consequences of his reckless actions.
He actually caught it!
Despite his extraordinary, Authority-enhanced physique, he had deactivated *Stillness* during their intimacy, leaving him entirely vulnerable to the viral transmission. He actually succumbed to a simple, mundane cold. This throbbing headache and feeling of weakness were truly uncomfortable.
"Hmph hmph~ I have to say, this folk remedy you mentioned is really very effective," Carol giggled. "Ever since I woke up this morning, I feel like I've completely recovered."
As she spoke, Carol placed a damp, cool towel on Regulus's forehead. Her expression looked like she was deliberately snickering at his misery.
"What folk remedy, I suppose?" Beatrice asked, frowning as she entered the room.
At the same time, the others who came to visit—including Lycoris, Ine Mitarai, and several other girls—looked at Carol curiously.
"Yesterday, when I was about to rest, our dear Husband suddenly came over," Carol began, her tone laced with faux innocence. "He said that his hometown had a folk remedy: as long as you pass the cold to someone else, you can recover quickly. As a result, I was bullied terribly, even though I was still a sick patient."
She was both narrating and complaining, and of course, there was a heavy hint of schadenfreude. She had been bullied terribly yesterday. Even though she had begged for mercy more than once, Regulus, using the excuse of a 'folk remedy', had no intention of letting her rest properly until he was fully satisfied.
"So, Carol, you recovered so quickly all thanks to Husband's help," Lycoris summarized, blinking in realization.
"Yes, you could definitely say that."
"In that case..." Lycoris's gaze fell upon the flu-ridden Regulus.
"Exactly, exactly! Since the folk remedy works so well, let's try it too and see who dear's cold gets passed on to in the end!" Ine Mitarai chimed in from the side, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Regarding this absurd situation... Beatrice was already too exhausted to complain.
Lycoris might have truly believed it, as the gentle mage never intentionally doubted others, let alone Regulus's words. But Ine Mitarai...
'You clearly just want to cause trouble, in fact!' Beatrice sighed internally.
As for Carol... she was definitely doing it on purpose, right?
However, this was also a very rare, golden opportunity—a chance to make the always-smug Regulus beg for mercy in return. Over the past few months, Regulus always seemed so invincible and composed, which not only annoyed Beatrice but also the other girls who secretly wanted to see him flustered.
Beatrice didn't stop them. In fact, her butterfly eyes sparkled with mischievous intent as she looked at Regulus, who was currently lying helplessly on the bed surrounded by a ring of very eager women.
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