Caution! NSFW chapter! (Egregious cursing)(Sexual Content)

The moment the door was locked behind us, Astrid's rage began to bubble forth.

"That…. That…! That no-good, rotten, [untranslated], [untranslated], [untranslated], elf! He stole my wedding dress! Threw you in that suit, which I said I hated, and changed our wedding necklaces! Ahhh!"

She screamed with rage, and began shedding actually tears of anger.

"I had it planned out! All they had to do was just fucking sit back! Instead he…! I'll kill him one day! I swear upon my mother's name! I will actually…! And fucking gold! Gold! We're no pauper house! No stones either!"

I watched her bellowing in rage, followed by sobbing. I slowly took off some of my uncomfortable clothed, and debated taking off the necklace. For now, I'll leave on the poorly made gold-like necklace. I don't want to make her mood worse by pointing out that there's no way it's real gold. It's too light, and faint dark grey spots are visible on the rubbing zones.

I moved moved towards Astrid and put my arm on her. She snapped.

"Don't touch me! I'm so mad!"

"Be mad, but don't do it in that dress. You hate it just as much as I hate this crap I'm wearing."

"Now's not the time for your charms!"

"Never said it was. I'm angry too, I just don't know how else to express it right now."

"You can scream and yell! Where's a sword, I'm going to train!"

I didn't argue with her as she stormed around the room, cursing when she couldn't find the sword. I ignored her and stripped out of the clown suit, and into my underwear. At least he didn't change this.

"Where the fuck is my sword?! My clothes are gone too! This is too far!"

I was upset, but Astrid was venting enough for both of us right now. I quietly moved towards the bed when her eyes locked eyes on me, and she froze.

"Put some fucking clothes on! I'm not sleeping with you tonight! He's not ruining my first night!"

"It sounds like he already has. Either way, no. I'm not putting that crap back on. Also, can we change out these necklaces later on?"

"No. Unfortunately they're recorded. Urghhhh!!!! Rahhh!!! Fuck! A plain gold necklace!!!"

"They're not actually gold."

"Well, they're certainly not oricalcum, or hironikana either!"

"Right. They're just painted gold. I just checked."

Astrid froze. Like a stiff machine, she reached towards the necklace and scratched it with her nail, flaking off the golden paint. She froze as she watched, before she eventually collapsed sobbing. She was still trembling with absolute rage, but this was clearly too much.

I noticed once I got to the bed that there was a tray with several liquors and a single bottle with a white pill inside. I knew who the pill was for, but the the alcohol was far more tempting. I sighed as I grabbed two glasses, and filled them to the brim with the strongest smelling one. I hesitated, but in the end, I walked over to Astrid with one glass.

She didn't even look up as she held her face on the floor. Her voice was so small that I almost missed it.

"... I'm sorry John. I'm really sorry…"

"Take a drink and we can plan."

"...I… I shouldn't…"

"It's too late for 'shouldn't'. Drink."

I all but forced the drink into her hand, while preparing my own. Thankfully, Astrid didn't hesitate the moment she actually had the alcohol was in her hand, and slammed the whole drink with impressive skill. I didn't have the same ability, and will have to nurse mine.

"Fuck this is bad. I hate whatever this is. Bring me another cup of it."

There's nothing like shitty alcohol on a bad night.

"Right away."

I decided to be lazy, and bring the whole bottle with me after I refilled Astrid's glass. Given that I was already holding two glasses, I had to tuck the cold bottle under my arm. I sat down next to Astrid as I handed her the cup. Without wasting any time or words, she drank it in one go once again.

"I've never tasted such an awful drink. Give me another one. My tolerance is too high for just one or two glasses."

At least she was aware. I refilled her glass. This time she didn't slam it in one go, but drank it in several sips. I finished my first cup around the time she finished her third.

"This tastes like manure. Another."

"Alright."

"This awful liquor is the best part of tonight."

"Ouch."

"You know what I mean, asshole!"

"I do. You did everything in your power to make sure we would have [a] good wedding."

"And it clearly wasn't enough! I'm… I'm so sorry you've had to go through this too. I know it's been rude and selfish of us this entire time on you. I just.. I just wanted to have a good wedding myself, and even try to thank you… Another glass. Please."

I kept the alcohol flowing, while slowly sipping on mine.

"Now, we forever have to deal with these necklaces."

"Why?"

"They're our wedding necklaces. I'm not in the mood to explain. They're recorded on our marriage record."

"Does it count if they're fake?"

"Ughhh! Don't remind me."

"What about our ring tattoos?"

"We'll still get them, but only after we get married properly. We can go again, as long as we don't sleep together tonight. Another drink."

"Is there any way that [mother fucker] wins if we don't officiate our marriage tonight?"

"No? Maybe? Fuck, I'm too angry to think about it. He's probably got some plan with the priest already if he went this far."

If nothing else, I am beginning to enjoy just how nornal and plain Astrid's language is right now. It's almost funny compared to her usual grace.

"So, we're left with a choice. Risk him ruining our marriage, and not just [the] wedding, or attempting [the] wedding again."

"How can you stay calm right now?"

"Calm before [the] storm."

"Calm before the storm?"

"Yes. I'm so angry that I'm calm. Today I've gained [an] Ally and [an] Enemy. Dirk's don't have enemies."

"What does that mean?"

"Father says it means to make friends. Mother says it means to eliminate enemies."

"I thought you don't fight. I refuse to make friends with him."

"Me too. I just don't fight with my body. I'm happy to ruin that thing's life."

"How do you plan on doing that? I have no allies and neither do you. My mother doesn't count."

"I wasn't counting your mother. I was counting you, my wife."

I refilled her glass, and she slammed it.

"You still didn't answer how."

"I don't know yet. I've known creatures like it, so it's not like I have no idea, it just takes time. It will self-destruct. I'm sure of that much."

"Don't be too sure. He's an old elf for a reason."

"I'll trust your words."

"Another drink."

"Sure."

We sat in silence as Astrid slowly sipped her drink. Her mid length chestnut hair covered most of her face as she held the alcohol in her hands, staring at her own reflection. I kept her topped off as time passed before she broke the silence.

"Did you know that I'm the only one of my sisters who wasn't already married, despite being the oldest?"

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"I didn't."

"He never once even attempted to line up a proper candidate for me, and my mother often rejected them all. After a while, she stopped trying altogether. In the end the blame got passed to me, and I was so stuck without any options that I was almost forced to marry an ex-criminal just to escape."

I nodded, and waited for her to continue.

"Just before I made that stupid decision, I heard about the hero summoning. My father dislikes me, but my mother still cares for me as her oldest daughter. The servants treat me well enough, and comply with my orders. That's how I heard about the summoning at all. I hinted to Nicholas about it, and he went on an impossibly long rant about how it shouldn't be a imperial-only secret, and that he was sure we could also do it."

She took another drink and I refilled her glass.

"It was hard to convince my mother, but a summoned hero has far too much potential value for her to miss. Doubly so if they turned out at least half decent. When it comes down to it, Nicholas is insufferable, but he is a genius only when it comes to magic circles. The preperations were beyond stressful, especially with the family constantly pressing me to get married. Thankfully, my mother prevented them from tampering with the summoning, but that's all."

I waited. Astrid was finally showing signs of being tipsy as she continued drinking and talking.

"When you came, it was like all of the pieces I finally needed actually came into being. You're good, but not so good you didn't need me. You're complaint, but you also didn't tolerate Nicholas. You have no idea how glad I was for just a second when I heard you choke slammed him against the wall. Please don't do that again."

I laughed with Astrid for a moment.

"Then, day by day, it's been rewarding talking to you. To tell you the truth, it never mattered to me if I even liked you, as long as I could tolerate you and use you. That was enough. To tell you the truth, I like you; a little as a man, and a little as a friend."

"I like you too."

"Thank you. I actually started looking forward to our marriage. Even if we didn't fall in love, you're comfortable to be around. I know we forced you into this situation, and I feel guilty about it sometimes, but the fact that you got forced to deal with… this…. Don't get me wrong, I'm angry that you've had to go through this too, but I'm enraged that he had to go and do this as one more insult. I'm even more angry that my mother just stood back and carried on, even when I could see that she's also angry."

I nodded.

"I… I feel more than just betrayed. I know I told you to hold off, but we can't actually redo the ceremony. I mean, we can, but not really. I'm the oldest, and designed heir. There's a lot of legal trouble if we have to be remarried, and since my siblings are already married, they might be able to steal my position legally if we fail to finish the wedding."

"Wouldn't it spite that thing if you managed to inherit things successfully?"

"It would, though he'd stop at nothing to tear me down without my mother in the way. If I was better with my head, I might be able to inherit everything successfully while my mother is still alive. I'm envious of you, who can sit at a desk almost all day and actually get things done."

"I get up and move my body too."

"I know you do, but you still focus on what you need to do for hours. You're probably good at it too. I'm not good at running the house, and I'm only making due with as much effort as possible. I can't even get good help most of the time."

"Why not?"

"Almost every single servant in the estate has an agenda with someone else. Almost all of them want to see me fall, however none of them want to see their other rivals rise either. Today's mess is proof that they don't even respect me properly."

"I see. Can you find people if I make openings?"

"Ugh! No. They'll either just get forcefully filled by someone else elected from outside of my control, or someone incompetent."

"So, you can't even find people yourself?"

"Maybe? I don't know. I don't have those kinds of skills. What's worse is that because of my father, I'm constantly made out to be the villian for evey single mistake, especially if there's any way to make it look like I'm targeting my siblings. I don't hate them, even if they are rotten brats."

I laughed.

"Rotten brats? It sounds like there's still room for forgiveness."

"Sure. For the most part, they didn't do anything wrong. They're just being fed lies all the time. They're also greedy little brats, but a little greed is fine."

As I was listening, the word 'villain' began repeating again and again in my head. The faintest whiff of a plan was being born in my mind.

"So, they treat you like a villainess, right?"

"Yes. It's incredibly frustrating. I'm doing everything I can, yet they've even called me an 'evil, power hungry, bitch' to my face before! I was so shocked I cried!"

I couldn't be sure, but I felt a stray and wild thought hit my brain. It was still airy and unformed, but it was like gears were beginning to mesh.

"So, you're an evil villainess to them already, right?"

"That's right! I didn't even do anything!"

The alcohol was taking hold in her. I've never met her siblings, and don't know anything about them, but I do know I hate their father. I felt a faint smile begin creeping up on my lips.

"Then why don't we show them?"

"They only believe what they want to believe at this point."

"Exactly."

"You're not making sense."

"It's alright. If you're already stuck with them blaming you as a villainess, and that thing wants nothing more than to make you crash, then give it to them. I think it's time to actually be evil enough to get the job done."

"What do you mean? I'm not that kind of person."

"You don't really have to be. You just have to put on a good enough act that they'll never know until it's too late."

"Then, what do we do?"

"For now, I have two suggestions, if you want to. The first is that we officiate the wedding. Let that thing laugh for today, it will regret letting us get married."

Astrid gulped. Due to her hair, I couldn't see her eyes well, and I can't easily tell how she's feeling.

"Do you actually want to officiate the wedding? This is probably your one and only chance to be free from all of this."

"Yes. In this world, despite your apparent situation there are many advantages to actually being wedded to you, and I like you well enough. I have every intention of trying to fall in love with you, and aiming for a happy marriage."

Once again, Astrid showed me her embarrassment.

"I'd like that. What's your second suggestion?"

"We start with a small fuss by never using these necklaces ever again. Of course, we'll still get the ring tattoos."

"We can't just get rid of these necklaces. They're on the record."

"No they're not. The record should state '2 gold necklaces, no stones,' right?"

"Right…"

"Then the record was either falsified, or these aren't our wedding necklaces. Your mother and your father were witnesses, so obviously the record can't be false."

"I don't think that's how this works…"

"How so? Either [the] record is false, and everyone lied, or these aren't our necklaces. After all, there's no way in hell that [the] Matriarch of house Volker wouldn't notice they were fake, right? Otherwise any gold-ish necklace must be our necklace."

I watched Astrid's brain rebooting in real time, especially with all of the alcohol we've drank. I say we, but I only finished two glasses, where she drank most of the bottle.

"Any gold-ish metal… any gold design… any golden clasp… and gold-ish design… any gold-ish clasp! Yes! We can get a new gold-ish necklace! It will still only be plain gold, but we can at least have good ones!"

"No, my cute wife, we can have many gold-ish necklaces."

"What? Why?"

"Spite, and to match any outfit."

"Spite? Also, gold necklace don't often go with dresses."

"Not the ones I've seen in this world so far, no. I'll take care of that for you. How do you feel about me getting outfits for you?"

"I'm a nymph. I can, and will, shamelessly wear any clothes given to me by my partner, though I'd prefer it if they looked good."

There's an inexplicably strong urge now to help Astrid cosplay as a villainess; something my 2nd sister did a lot, and made me help with regularly.

"I'll do my absolute best. As for spite, yes. Pure spite. They made a mess in a public record, and we'll just have to silently remind them about it. Often. Can they amend the record?"

"If we gather all of the witnesses, perhaps. We could convince the priest that he wrote it down wrong… why?"

"If they don't like us constantly changing our our 'gold necklaces', then we can remind them of the record. If they decide to amend it, we can put in the necklaces you originally wanted, and if they don't, we continue on like nothing happened."

"Ok…"

"Also, this is a more peaceful curiosity, but are we allowed to wear other necklaces?"

"As long as we wear our wedding necklaces, then yes, though it's bad manners if the new necklace is more ornate or expensive than the wedding necklaces."

"Even better. I just want to say this now, especially since I'll be the one putting [the] necklaces on you, but I'll never be offended if you wear a better necklace than our wedding band, so long as you don't try to change our wedding tattoo."

"How could I even do that?"

"I don't know, but I felt like I needed to tell you."

"I see your point. I… I won't be offended either, as long as you don't change your real wedding band, your tattoo, either!"

"Good. They may have messed with our wedding, but they can't ruin our marriage."

"Yeah!"

"We're gonna make them regret!"

"Yeah!"

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Probably!"

After that, I stood up, and helped Astrid to her feet. At the very least, I should pop that pill, and get ready. I took the medicine with one last swig of alcohol, and took a deep breath. I laid myself in the bed mentally bracing myself when I was completely caught off guard by Astrid.

Before I even realized that was going on, a completely naked Astrid was already saddling me, and beginning to faintly grind against me. I was legitimately startled.

"Astrid?"

She giggled.

"Hey John, did you know that I really like your body? Like really, really like it?"

"I… uh…"

"Even if I look this young, I'm still a nymph, and you've been sitting next to me nearly naked this whole time…"

"Uh huh…"

"In all honesty, my only complaint at all is that you're too big… That's ok though… you like women who are bigger than you…"

I was almost frozen in shock at her sudden change. It's like night and day. For the first time since I met her, she looked slightly alluring. It wasn't her body, but her eyes that attracted me. She looked at me like a half starved beast, determined to eat me up like a delicious meal. I briefly thought back to the feast analogy.

"I know you're not used to me yet, and this should be our first time, so just relax. I saw you take the medicine…"

She clung desperately to my body as she continued to grind against me. Even if she wasn't physically my type, the raw energy and action were enough to at least start stimulating me. I wasn't sure how I felt, even if I was the one who suggested this. Still, I put my arm around her as she clung to my body…

"That's right… you're my husband now… I don't have to endure it anymore… I know you're a human, so you can't tell, but your scent… it smells of healthy man, aether, and kindness, you know? I'm a grown woman, and even if I haven't been with a man yet… I still know of pleasure…."

I began to work with her, though goosebumps ran across my skil the moment she licked my body. She didn't stop her grinding, as if this was her preferred attack method.

"You surprised me…"

"How so? I'm a nymph. It's been hard not attacking you this whole time… especially when you're going to give me the body I desire too… you've been good… but this… this is mine… no… turning back… I can't wait to squish you… just a little…"

As if that was the magic word, my body was fully engaged. Then… the medicine started working. That night, I came to understand her mother's warning. If there's one thing a nymph has… it's stamina.