Title: My Dear Daughter Claims to be a Villainess. Apparently, she’ll be Condemned for Putting a Curse on her Love Rival, but I have no Intention of Repeating the same Mistake?
Author: イセヤ レキ Iseya Reki
Summary: My precious daughter had just turned ten. My daughter, who had been bedridden due to the epidemic for a week, suddenly cried when she woke up—
“—Mother!! I seem to be the villainess!!” My daughter said that this world was the universe of a certain novel, and that she’d end up harassing the heroine of the story, who was also her love rival. As the villainess by the name of Lily Lou, she’d pitch her mother—a spellcaster—against the heroine. My sweet daughter, Lily Lou. When the time has come for you to fall in love, I’d love to support you with everything I have, but I have no intention of interfering, much else using my ability. —Even more so because you’re dear to me. As such, I can’t let you rely on curses. I haven’t told my daughter, yet, but I’ve always regretted it…
My precious daughter had just turned ten. My daughter, who had been bedridden due to the epidemic for a week, suddenly cried when she woke up—
“—Mother!! I seem to be the villainess!!”
When I saw how pale she was, and that she was trembling, I pulled her into a hug. Sometimes, my beloved little girl could be somewhat presumptuous, but I felt that such wasn’t the case, so I dismissed all the servants from the room.
“…What’s the matter with you, Lily Lou?”
Upon hearing my coddling tone, my daughter burst into tears. I rubbed her back until my daughter calmed down and stopped crying.
Then, she told me of her long dream; Apparently, this world was a universe of a certain novel. As for Lily Lou, she was the villainess of that universe. As the heroine’s love rival, Lily’d torment the heroine, and even told her own mother to curse her. As I quietly listened to my daughter’s story, I was a bit taken aback, since I had never mentioned my ability to anyone—
—My ability, which could be considered a blessing, or a curse.
In fact, not even my husband knew. In Lily’s dream, the friends of the hero and the heroine would later join hands to combat the curse, resulting in the condemnation of both the villainess, Lily Lou, and her entire family. The story itself seemed to conclude happily.
“…I see. What a horrific dream.”
However, Lily Lou—who believed it to be an omen—sobbed desperately into my chest.
“I-I don’t want that—! My beloved mother, father, and even my brother—! I absolutely hate it—!”
“Of course, how painful it must be.”
When I patted her small back to console her, she lifted up her lovely face and tearfully pleaded to me.
“Mother, I beg of you. If I were to fall in love and asked you to curse someone, please don’t listen to me…”
“…Yes, I understand.”
They said love was blind. When the time comes, even if it was my own daughter, I’d tell her to face it despite how painful it might be. I continued to reassure her, and my daughter finally smiled.
“If you don’t feel well, please tell me, okay? More importantly, how’s your physical condition? You’ve been bedridden for a week, haven’t you?”
I was concerned about the physical condition of my daughter, who’d just woken up.
“Speaking of which….”
My daughter’s stomach started rumbling. We stared at each other, before bursting into laughter.
My sweet daughter, Lily Lou.When the time has come for you to fall in love, I’d love to support you with everything I have, but I have no intention of interfering, much else using my ability.—Even more so because you’re dear to me. As such, I can’t let you rely on curses.I haven’t told my daughter, yet, but I’ve always regretted it…
Originally, I was the daughter of a duke. If I were to trace my ancestors, I’d soon discover that I came from a family of magicians. Among them, my family’s specialty was also a very delicate one—known as either a blessing, or a curse. After all, it had the coercive power to turn a statement into reality.
As time passed, the number of magicians dwindled, and as of the present, almost no one in my family wielded such an ability. My ability wasn’t all that great. Words that were spoken to no one in particular—for example, “I hope it’ll be sunny tomorrow.” Wouldn’t come true.
However, it’d be very effective if there was a listener. When I told the chef I’d like beef instead of fish today, beef would be served. When I told my tutor that I wanted to go out instead of attending lectures, he let me. To take it to another level, when I “asked” my grandfather—who was unwell, to “get well”, he made a full recovery. Also, at the annual debutant, I was deciding on the best dress for my own debut. When I told my friend, “I wish I got the best dress.” I really got it.
The reason why I yearned to win that award was for the sake of the man who was currently my husband. My husband, who put an end to the invasion of the neighboring country and attained victory due to his splendid command and swordsmanship despite his young age, was the hero of the nation.
From the first time I beheld him, I admired him, so much that I fell for him…
Previously, my brother mentioned that my husband would also be making his debut, hence my desperation for the award. I wanted him to notice me. Afterwards, having won the prize, I mustered my courage and approached him, who was relaxing in the courtyard.
Upon seeing that no one was around, instead of saying, “I truly admire you.” And “Would you like to be my friend?”—the words I uttered in my nervousness were “Please marry me.”
Without even a shadow of a smile, my husband nodded.
I was so excited; it took me a while to realize that I had put a curse on him—
—thus, we ended up getting married. As for the reason I suspected that, it was because the way he behaved himself with his cohorts was different than when he was with me. On my way to the training ground, I overheard a conversation. In conclusion, I was nowhere near his type. Apparently, my husband much preferred an easy-going lady, and if possible, a member of the knight orders.
Furthermore, he said that he found a fashionable lady who usually attended tea parties dull. I was so shocked; I didn’t know how I got home. But when I was about to learn how to swing a sword from a female escort knight, my husband rushed over from home and said, “It’s dangerous, so please stop!” He scolded me for the first time. Isn’t my husband prone to curses?
Usually, he’d just nod along instead of scolding me.
All in all, I was a shrewd woman.
By the time I realized that my husband had fallen under my curse, hence our marriage, I had already given birth to my son—Lily Lou’s brother. Afterwards, I kept making excuses to myself; ‘If we were to divorce when my son is still young, I worry about him.’ Or ‘It’d be a shame if both of her parents aren’t present at her wedding.’ Refusing to let him go.
However, the day had arrived where I’d have to give up. Lily Lou, who’d grown up, said, “I’ve safely avoided the condemnation route!!” While shedding tears of joy. Moreover, she was about to marry the eldest son of a certain marquis, who was also a subordinate of my husband.
Ever since the day she had the nightmare, I was worried about her. Therefore, I was so relieved to think that my daughter had finally been freed. Furthermore, the man Lily Lou chose was reticent, which reminded me of my husband.
It was amusing, really.
Nevertheless, the way that man stared at Lily Lou—with a gaze full of kindness and affection—pricked my heart. My husband never smiled at me…As I thought, the time has come for me to divorce you…
After sending my blessings to Lily Lou, saying, “Please build a happy family for her.” Such was the only thing that preoccupied my mind on the way home.
“—What did you just say?”
While my husband was expressionless as usual, his tone was unusually firm.
“Like I said, I wanted a divorce.”
Withstanding the tears, I looked down, before being greeted by the sound of glass breaking. As I raised my head, my eyes widened in surprise.
“—Lord Brad! Your hands are bleeding!”
“You aren’t! Let me take care of it!”
My husband had cut his hand. When I saw that he was injured, I rushed over to him. The maid didn’t waste any second to treat my husband’s hand. Stroking my chest in relief, I tried to return to my seat—only for him to grasp my arm—with his injured hand, none the least.
“—I’ve done my best to fulfill whatever you wish for, Arlika. But this time is different. Why did you ask for a divorce, if I may ask?” The way he stared at me made my heart pound. Twenty years had passed since I’d gotten married at the age of 18. Despite having turned 38-years-old, my heart still quickened at the sight of my husband.
“…Clear out.” “Understood.” After sending the servants away, my husband pulled me on his lap. While he often did it in the bedroom, it was a first for him to do it in the dining hall.
“…Lord Brad may not have noticed, but I have the ability to make my wish come true through the use of words.” “Is that so? …Then?”
“It’s my fault. That day, I made a mistake, and compelled Lord Brad to marry me…”
Despite my absolute refusal to cry, my voice still wavered.
“…Then why a divorce?”
“B-because, you didn’t marry me out of your own accord. You married me because of the curse…”
“In other words, Arlika, you believed that I didn’t propose to you out of my own volition…?”
“I didn’t believe it, I knew.”
“…Then, it isn’t because you hate or got tired of me?”
“No way! In my entire life, Lord Brad is the only person I’ve ever loved! While I’ve stolen 20 years from you, it’s precisely because I love you that I want to let you go…”
My husband was presently 42-years-old. However, my children had become independent, and I was sure that he wouldn’t lack any women who’d like to be his second wife…
Having said all that, my tears rolled down upon hearing his reply. My husband spoke as he wiped it with his thumb.
“I can’t let you go, so if you really want a divorce, use that curse on me to have a separation.”
“Now, do it.”
I was puzzled at my husband’s wicked grin, which he never showed to his fellow knights. If it wasn’t what I truly wished for, the curse may not work. Nevertheless, my resolve to set his free remained unchanged—
“—Let’s get a divorce, Lord Brad.”
“If that’s the reason, then I absolutely refuse. For you see… ever since I met you… I’ve fallen in love with you, Arlika…”
For the first time, he said such words outside of the bedroom, and I was overjoyed to the point of tears. At that exact moment, my mouth betrayed me.
“—That’s a lie!”
“Why do you think so?”
“Be, because, I overheard you said…”
Indeed. I certainly heard at the training ground that I was a far cry from his type.
“I never said that. I have no reason to.”
“But I did hear you…”
“…Perhaps, you didn’t fully hear the conversation?”
According to my husband, he didn’t remember the exact details, but a colleague was teasing him, who was a newlywed at the time.
“Marrying a duke’s daughter must’ve been tedious.”
In his nervousness, he recalled saying, “I’m more accustomed to the female knights…”
“—Am I mistaken? Not only is Arlika a duke’s daughter, you’re also captivating. In the first place, I—who simply achieved my rank through sheer brute force—was unworthy of you, an unattainable flower. At that time, I already got my hands full trying to not be hated by you.”
“…But you never smiled at me.”
“As if I can afford to. I always get nervous when I’m with you. What if I smiled so wide, I ended up terrifying you?”
…I didn’t expect my husband to be concerned over such a thing. To get a glimpse of his smile, I’d often sneak to his workplace.
“I thought I’ve made it apparent to everyone that I love you. Of course, by that, I include you.”
After smiling wryly, my husband proceeded to summon the servants back.
“Well, let’s finish our meal. We have a lot to discuss, it seems.”
After finishing his preparations for bed, my husband lifted me and carried me to the bed. He straddled my waist and yanked his shirt off. Presented with his rippling pectoral and abdominal muscles—proof of his ardent training—my heart fluttered, and I hurriedly averted my gaze.
While I was neither fat nor skinny, when compared to the well-trained women of the knight order, I was flimsier. Since I was banned from wielding a sword, I secretly tried to do sit-ups, but I was still far from the image of an athletic beauty.
Embarrassed, I tried to pull the sheet up and shield my body from view, but since it was pinned under my husband’s knees, my action was met with resistance.
“Arlika, don’t hide it, bare your enticing body to me.”
“…Alright, but Lord Brad, didn’t you mention about having a discussion after dinner…?”
“Yes, one that involves our bodies. If there’s one thing I learn, it’s that your body is far more honest than your mouth.”
—My husband dauntlessly leaned in, awarding me with a fierce kiss. In the past, I could barely keep up with his tongue, but now I could embrace him with ease. After all, each time we did it, it was as if our hearts were interlinked, and it made me happy. Upon being kissed by him, I learned that my mouth was also an erogenous zone. The ferociousness of the kiss made my pussy sizzle as if about to melt.
“Arlika, uh, Arlika—…”
Every time my husband called for my name in-between kisses, my breasts and vagina tightened like a teenager’s.
As I called for my beloved, I savored the pleasure of being able to touch him. Ever since I met him, I’d been happy—very happy. As my breathing increased, my husband nimbly removed my nightwear.
Then, he spread my legs, giving him a full view of my secret place.
When I unintentionally covered it with both hands, he lightly kissed the back of my hands and asked me, “Remove your hand. Let me have a taste of you.”
As shameful as it was to admit this, his kiss was enough to make me wet. I turned to the side, and slowly removed my hand, opting to clutch the sheet beside my head.
“No matter how old you are, you’re pretty, Arlika… Your love juice is overflowing for me… Even after giving birth, you’re still clamping me tight. I’ve been paying extra attention to your clitoris. See, I can peel it off easily… Your pussy, which clung around my dick, swallowing it all the way done—everything is mine.”
“—That’s right, Lord Brad, aahh—”
My husband buried his face in my folds, and satisfied me with his mouth and fingers. When I was young, my husband would fuck me thrice a day until he cum four times. But after reaching the age of 40, instead of reducing the frequency, he extended the duration of foreplay.
That very night, he teased me even longer than usual.
He lapped me all over, and relentlessly fingered my nipple, clitoris, and cunt. Even though I was soaking wet, he still didn’t put it in. “L-Lord Brad…” As tears of joy rolled down my eyes, I stared at him.
“Even if you pleaded with such a ravishing look, the fact remains that you doubted my love. Therefore, I still need to love you thoroughly.”
“No, I, I believe…”
“Not enough. I have to teach this body so it understands that it isn’t cursed.”
When he nipped my clitoris, my vision blanked for a moment. I was kept on the edge the whole time, tormented by the delightful yet lacking sensation.
“Please, Lord Brand…”
I gently placed my limp right hand on his dick, which was stoutly rising towards the sky, and was protruding with blood vessels. I softly squeezed it, before rubbing it up and down.
“I, want this, please, stick it inside…!”
I started writhing in accordance with the movement of my hands, and inadvertently rubbed against his thighs. My clit, as it rubbed against him, felt good. However, I knew that my husband’s dick would satisfy me even more. After all, I was this lewd thanks to his training.
“…I see. Apparently, you become this lewd when you can’t take it anymore. Until now, I couldn’t hold back, and put it in the right way. What a nice discovery.”
With a lustful gaze, my husband licked the corner of his lips. Then, after placing his arms around my knees, he lifted me up, and thrusted into me. Upon realizing that he’d buried himself in my vagina, my cheeks flushed in anticipation. Slowly, my husband eased his arms and lowered my body, digging further into my cunt. Filled with his cock, my cunt tightened as I began to squirt.
“You came when I put it in?”
Since I’d been desperately waiting for it, the pleasure was overwhelming, my brain melted. To him, I must’ve looked so wanton. Nevertheless, it wasn’t like I could just stop.
“Your face, drunken in ecstasy, is not to be trifled with. It’s a far cry from your usual prim and proper self. From now on, and always, I’m the only one who can see such an Arlika…”
After saying that, he tightly gripped my butt, and slammed into me. Lewd, sloshing sound resounded in the bedroom as he held me against his waist, ramming into me over and over again.
“Arlika, I love you…!”
I love you, too.
Despite how much I wanted to put it into words, all I could do was moan. While switching positions several times, no matter how much I climaxed, my husband assailed my vagina until he came. Even after we were no longer fucking, my husband teased me until I was convulsing and spasming. With my legs open, all I could utter were some incomprehensible noises.
“Does Arlika still doubt my love?”
When I earnestly pleaded with him to stop, he kept rejecting me. In the end, I had to cry and desperately shook my head.
As he caressed my limp head, my husband asked me.
“How did Arlika end up thinking that she still has that magical ability?”
I answered with the stories of my past.
“…That’s, considering that you’re a duke’s daughter, isn’t it only natural for the head chef or the tutor to grant such a wish?”
…Well, certainly, there’s that.
“As for your grandfather’s illness, I think it’s just a coincidence. While your award at the debutant… It’s only to be expected, since you shone the brightest.”
He remarked while stroking my hair, and I inadvertently buried my red face against his taut chest.
“Despite your prejudice, I found you… quite adorable.”
Upon hearing that, I realized that my daughter and I—who were often mistaken for sisters when we went out—shared such a habit. Later, after Lily Lou had gotten married, she came to visit her parent’s house. With great fervor, she told me
“Mother, how could you—!? You tried to divorce father…? What were you thinking!? The two of you were so lovey-dovey together—!”
Apparently, she heard it from the maid. Then, she continued. “Did you know that father is actually the final boss? After my mother, whom he doted on, was condemned by the leads, he became furious and tried to destroy the country…”
From the bottom of my heart, I was glad that Lily Lou—who seemed to be a villainess—and us, who were supposed to meet our demise, were safe and sound. Now that I knew that I didn’t have the ability to curse, I wondered if we were falsely accused in that novel… As I thought of my beloved husband, I enjoyed some tea with my precious daughter.
Brad was like, ‘No Arlika, not even your magical power can put a brake on THIS‘
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