The afternoon treat I prepared for His Majesty today was myself... After training, my body still held onto that lingering, tingling sensation of being completely filled. I knelt in the changing room, my fingers trembling as I checked if my dress was still clean. Just thinking that he might come at any moment makes me so wet down there, a mess mixing with what he left inside me earlier, trickling down my thighs... Ah, I'm sorry, I've said such lewd things again. But as his wife, my body and soul should always be ready for him, right? Even now, my back entrance aches faintly, reminding me of how he grabbed my hips from behind this morning and used his... Mm, I... I need to go change into a new petticoat.