NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 61: Liar

The door creaked open just past midnight, the only light a dim flicker of moonbeam spilling across the floor. Veyna stumbled inside, her legs barely working—numb, trembling, and stained with filth. Her cunt was still oozing Allen’s cum with every step, each drop soaking into the hem of her thin nightdress, clinging to her thighs.

She didn’t even try to clean up. Didn’t dare. Her mind was spinning with shame and aftershocks, her body sore in ways she didn’t know it could be. Her cunt was stretched, raw, and throbbing—Allen had fucked the loyalty out of her and she couldn’t even bring herself to cry about it anymore.

She collapsed onto the furs face-first, stifling a moan as her abused pussy pressed against the bedding. Every muscle screamed. Her thighs wouldn’t close. Her insides were still twitching.

And then... silence. freēnovelkiss.com

She must’ve passed out, because the next thing she felt was the soft brush of lips against her temple.

Kael.

He smelled of smoke and leather and the forest—of home—as he lay down beside her, sighing contentedly. "Missed you," he whispered, nuzzling her neck gently before pulling the blankets over both of them.

She didn’t stir. She couldn’t. Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, but she kept her breathing steady, pretending to sleep while her husband curled up behind her like he always did.

He didn’t notice the wet spot on the sheets beneath her. Didn’t question why her body was trembling. Didn’t know that the soft, sticky mess pressed between her thighs.

Morning came with the high-pitched call of a young boy outside.

"Sissstter! Papa says it’s breakfast! Come on, slowpoke!"

She jolted awake, breath catching in her throat. The sun was already climbing high. Gods—she never slept this long.

Kael was sitting by the firepit, sharpening his hunting blade with a lazy smile. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said cheerfully. "Didn’t expect you to sleep past me. You alright?"

She forced a smile, her stomach twisting. "Y-yeah. Just... exhausted, I guess."

"Did you hit something?" he asked to her.

"Oh—y-yeah," she lied quickly, waving a hand. "Slipped on the path. Nothing serious."

Kael nodded, unconcerned. "You sure? You’re walking funny."

She chuckled nervously, moving toward the kitchen. Every step was a betrayal—her legs refused to close, her pussy still sore and leaking if she moved too fast. She had to shuffle, keeping her thighs apart, pretending she was just stiff.

"Don’t worry," she added, grabbing a wooden bowl. "I’m fine. Just sore. I’ll be right as rain."

Kael watched her for a second longer than she liked, then went back to his blade.

She stirred the porridge with shaking hands, trying to ignore the sticky heat between her legs. Every motion reminded her. Every breath brought the scent back. She hadn’t cleaned herself. She didn’t dare.

Behind her, Kael hummed a soft tune—the one he always sang while cleaning his tools. Completely at peace.

Veyna swallowed thickly, her eyes burning.

She wasn’t sure what hurt more—the ache between her legs... or the way Kael still looked at her like she was his perfect wife.

The morning passed in a fog. Veyna moved like a puppet on strings—serving porridge, making small talk, laughing at Kael’s dumb jokes like her world wasn’t crashing around her. But her body told a different story.

Her thighs were sticky. Her holes were raw. Every step, every shift of her hips was a low, throbbing reminder of how brutally Allen had claimed her. Her pussy was still tender and swollen, her asshole aching from how deep he’d gone. No salve could undo what had been done.

When Kael finally stood and stretched, he gave her that warm, boyish smile. The same one he always wore when he wanted to drag her back to bed.

"You gonna nap again?" he teased, stepping closer. "Or maybe I’ll make you earn the rest of the day off."

Veyna froze.

He kissed her gently and pulled her close, arms wrapping around her from behind. She tensed immediately—because when his hand slid down her belly and brushed against her crotch, pain lanced through her core like a hot knife.

She jolted with a strangled gasp, flinching hard.

Kael blinked. "Whoa—hey. What’s wrong?"

"Nothing!" she said too fast, her voice sharp. "I’m just sore from... the fall. Yesterday."

He furrowed his brow, unconvinced. But after a moment, he smiled again and reached for her hand, gently tugging her toward the bed. "Well, maybe I can help loosen you up. Been too long, huh?"

Her stomach dropped.

No. Not now. I can’t. I’m still full of another man’s cum...

But she didn’t stop him. She just watched, numb, as Kael undressed piece by piece, letting his trousers fall to reveal his cock—familiar, gentle, and wholly unremarkable.

He grinned sheepishly and gave it a stroke. "Did you miss this guy?"

The words echoed in her head.

Her vision blurred for a second.

Did I?

And just like that, her traitorous mind betrayed her.

She saw Allen. Towering. Veiny. Pulsing with heat and cruelty. The way it split her open. The way it made her scream. The way it had her body begging even as her heart shattered.

Kael’s cock looked... small. Harmless. Soft in every way Allen wasn’t.

She forced a smile, her face stiff.

"Of course," she said quietly, sitting on the bed with a wince she tried to mask. "I always do."

Kael crawled in beside her, still smiling, oblivious.

As he kissed her neck and ran his hand over her waist, her mind screamed with shame.

Her body, even now, wanted to clench—but it didn’t. It couldn’t. Her pussy was still too raw, too used. Even if she wanted to fake it, she couldn’t pretend she was untouched.

She turned her face into the pillow and closed her eyes.

Because all she could think about...

Was Allen.

And the way she had begged him to keep going.

Kael’s hand moved with familiar tenderness, gliding over her belly like he was tracing every soft curve he missed while he’d been gone. His fingertips danced gently over her navel, drawing lazy circles, while his lips found the crook of her neck—warm, slow kisses pressed into her skin like love letters written in heat.

Veyna’s stomach twisted.

Every touch made her flinch—not because Kael was too rough, but because her body was still in pain. Her thighs ached. Her cunt throbbed with the aftermath of Allen’s brutal assault. Her ass still pulsed with sore, used heat. Her flesh remembered—and it wasn’t her husband who left those memories.

"Kael, I—" she breathed, her voice trembling. His fingers brushed the waistband of her skirt, and she stiffened, a surge of guilt slamming through her like lightning.

He nuzzled her neck again, humming softly. "I missed touching you. Just like this..."

She couldn’t take it. Her body couldn’t take it. Her heart couldn’t take it.

She jolted suddenly, pushing him back with both hands. Kael blinked, surprised, eyes wide with concern.

"Veyna?" he asked softly, sitting back on his heels. "Did I—did I do something wrong?"

She scrambled upright, holding the blanket tightly around her chest like a lifeline, her breathing ragged.

"I—I can’t," she said quickly, eyes wide, panicked. "I’m—I’m doing a vow. For the Moon Goddess."

Kael’s brows pulled together in confusion. "A vow?"

She nodded, breath shaky. "Y-yeah. A vow of purity. For... you."

"For me?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "For your safe return. A ritual. I—it’s supposed to last three days. I just... I wanted to do something meaningful. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner."

Kael studied her face for a moment, his own expression softening. "You did that for me?"

She nodded, guilt rising like a tide she couldn’t escape. "Yeah. I did."

He leaned forward and kissed her temple. "Then I’ll honor it too. Anything for you."

She smiled back—but it was hollow. Her body throbbed. Her soul ached.

And the worst part?

She didn’t know if it was from the lie...

Or because some twisted part of her missed the man who’d destroyed her.