4 An awkward night.

'I hate this, I hate this so much.' currently I was standing in my new living room, and in front of me was the little girl called Sana.

"And by the light, you two have been bonded. May your lives intertwine." Nun Anna said with a tears, she must be one of those wedding fans.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' I felt so guilty for 'buying' this poor thing, not to mention my anxiety. 'Am sweating like a freaking pig. wait Why is she packing... Shes done?!' what the point of a priest at this point, I could have just gotten the and stayed with and considered it a marriage.

I keep forgetting in what era am in, why am I expecting anything at this point.

"Alright you two have a wonderful night." Anna winks at me before wiping some tears.

"Let me walk you out."

After walking outside Anna grabbed my hand. "Don't worry, just be good to her. Honestly being scared is very normal, plus you did her a favour."

Honestly like every culture women where consider nothing but bargaining chips, sure some families cared about them, but that was most probably because of the overprotective father who grew to love his daughter or something. Which is really, really rare.

"Thank you for that Mrs Anna, I need that." I really did need that. my guilt was kind of eating me up.

She smiled and patted my shoulder. "The fact that you did means you shouldn't. The guilt means you make a good partner" With that she walked away.

Opening the door, I noticed my wife was not in the living room, but the sound of plates and pots made it obvious of her location.

I stood on the door to the kitchen, and watch as she started the fire. She looked so clumsy, you could tell being here was eating at her nerves. Suddenly a spoon dropped, and while picking it she hit her head on the underside of the counter table.

"Aya!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled at my wife's pained cry, and that alerted her. With a cough I asked, trying to start a conversation. "Huh what are you doing."

"I, ah, I wanted to start on supper. Is, is that Okay?" She asked not looking at me directly.

"Yeah of course, the grain should be over there and use some of the rabbit meat in that basket, and don't leave it open." I said taking out some of the other stuff.

With that, she started preparing the porridge and the rabbit was stacked on the side of the blazer to heat up. Honestly cooking in this time was quite easy.

I stood back on my original spot, just admiring her as she 'cooked.'

As I looked at are I realise there might have been another reason for picking her. Among or the girls that had reached my standards, she was one of the few with the greatest assets, sure she was far from being gorgeous, and could only be considered ordinary... May be even less, but compared to all the Asian looking bodies in this village she was the only one with a body that was actually enticing, meaning this place had took petite to a all other level.

In less than an hour the food was ready. We sat down on the table in the living room, she sat by my side and we dug in. I grabbed my spoon, but my nervousness was quite obvious. It was one of those feelings you got when you get conscious of your walking.

With the awkward dinner done, I headed to the back of the house to take a bath. My house was not that big and lacked a bathroom, it had three rooms, the sitting room, the bed room and the kitchen. It had two doors, the front and opposite to that, the kitchen door.

After, I went straight to the bed room, "a real bed! finally." Walking in I found Sana sitting on the edge, she was fidgeting as if the bed was uncomfortable.

The moment she noticed me she took off her dress. This would be the moment I blame my hormones or some shit, but honestly I was just horny.

She laid back not even looking at me. Even from here I could see how red are face was, but my attention didn't last on her face for long, her above average chest was just too much for me, with every shaky breath her breasts would jiggle.

I swallowed hard, before pouncing.(No lemons for anyone...)

Morning came and I felt better than I have ever in this life, last night was probably the best time of this life, hours were spent having nothing but sex.

I move towards the window to open it, and in doing so I notice that the light is way to strong. After opening it I realise I over slept.

Moving quickly I put on my clothes even forgetting to take a bath, grabbing a piece of bread from the kitchen and a cup of what, I rushly have my breakfast before heading out.

Luckily my new home was new the smith so in a short few minutes I was there.

"Where have you been, we've been waiting for hours!" Woman holding a pot shouts, alerting everyone in the line to my arrival.

"Sorry, won't happen again." Drowning out the many complaints I head inside and fire up the furnace. Work was only plenty in the morning, a lot of people worked during the day and so it was the only time to come over.

After fixing all the broken pots, and tools I began working on the commissions, the sound of pounding still resounded inside the smith, I had to get this done before tomorrow.

I was making a plough, something that no one in town could afford, except for the chief of course, the money was good, but my tools were not. Only the last part was left; the beam, honestly I was almost done.

"Hello?" A soft voice came from the door.

Not recognised it I turned while answering. "Yes? What can i do- oh."

"You didn't come back for launch and it's past mid day so I, huh, brought some for you." Her shy nature seemed to have died off since yesterday.

"Huh, thanks." I said with a smile. Putting down I washed my hands in a near by basing. I took the basket and looked inside, it was bread and wild pork soup. I offered are a sit before joining her, I took out the bowl and unwrapped the bread before digging in.

'Sigh what I would do for some spices.' It honestly wasn't bad, but then again it was just ordinary.

After having my fill, I escorted her before going back to work.

. ...

The day was done and I was onto it again, screwing my wife that is. Soon this became the norm. Days went by.

A month later, Sana was starting to showing signs of pregnancy.

I informed her parents, but only her mother seemed to care, she was so happy for her daughter. After leaving the in-laws, I headed back home whilst thinking. 'Bastard only cared for the gift.' I had brought over half a piece of wild boar.

"Am home." I said while opening the door.

A much better looking Sana walked out of the kitchen. She looked much more healthy and more meat on her.

"Welcome home, would you like some water." She asked with a smile.

I smiled back and nodded, like most shy people who aren't anti social, she was quite a talkative person, and in a world with no phones we had gotten to know eachother quite a lot.

Soon she brought over a metal cup filled with cooled water. Placing it on the table she sat down beside me.

"How's mother?" She asked while Leaning on me. The last month we had gotten very familiar.

'Sex does that to people.' I leaned back trying to get comfortable, "Well she seemed fine." I answered before taking another drink.

I already knew are family was abusive, but there was nothing to be done. in these times sticking your nose in other families was one way to get yourself ostracized.

The night went on and we continued to talk about things I considered meaningless, soon the conversation to gossip news around the village, the only thing of interest I got from it was, how the hunting party, the main one, they had met a boar with hide so thick arrows would bounce off it.

The good new was that no one died, and they only got injured, the boar was also killed by one of the hunters who stabbed it with his dagger.

With that the afternoon turned to evening, and we retired to the room, the obvious happen during the night.

...

Days went on like this and they soon turned to months.

At one point I had gotten an interesting commissioning at the smith, a hunter came in asking me to make a hunting knife for him.

My first thought back then was; "finally something interesting!"

Now here I was in the smith holding an iron knife, it was almost done and the hunter would come in, in the afternoon. I was just sharpening it with a whetstone.

"Done." The moment I thought that I felt something leave me, at the moment I thought it was just an illusion, but then something weird happened. while holding the knife I felt something, "sharpness three?" I blurted out.

In panic I dropped the sword on the counter, "holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." That was definitely not an illusion, I grabbed the knife one more time just to be sure... and there it was again. It wasn't an interface or some weird shit, it was just a feeling, like a mental notification or something.

"This is incredible." I said to no one in particular as held the knife and examined it from head to toe.

It was nothing special made from iron in the shape of a leaf with a wooden handle secured with a some metal nails and covered with some wrapping.

'Wait was that mana? did I use my mana?' I thought back to the feeling that I felt as I was finishing up the knife. It felt like... breathing out?

"Haha." With a laugh I grabbed another piece of iron and threw it in the furnace hoping I still had some mana left.