Quick Transmigration: The Journey of Meat Eating C100

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Chapter 100

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Sensing the man’s sudden rigidity, Margery—whose mind had been left reeling by their kiss—snapped back to alertness. She quickly sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist, and reached toward the spot where she had accidentally stepped on him moments before.

“It’s nothing,” Alex said, catching the hem of his shirt to stop her. He didn’t dare use too much force, however, and as Margeret persisted, the fabric was lifted away.

Across his broad, bronzed back ran a long, jagged scar. It was still a fresh, pinkish hue—clearly, it had only recently healed. As a mage of exceptional skill, Margery could tell at a glance that the wound had been forced shut through magical healing; had he relied solely on conventional medicine, he would likely still be bedridden and unable to move.

A sharp pang pierced her heart. “Was this… from the time you were suppressing the rebellion?” Her voice trembled, her slender fingertips tracing the gruesome mark with the utmost, feather-light caution. With the return of the Order of Knights, Margaret had learned that Alex’s abrupt departure from Damon City had been due to an uprising in the kingdom’s northern territories—an insurrection during which a High Priest of the Temple had been killed, prompting the deployment of the Knights.

“Mm,” Alex replied, turning to take his young wife’s hand. His deep voice carried a note of gentle reassurance. “It’s nearly all healed now—it’s quite alright.”

Though he spoke of it so lightly, the truth was that the injury had very nearly cost Alex his life. It had taken four priests from the Temple, working tirelessly without rest, to pull him back from the brink of death. By the time Alex was mobile enough to move, it was time to return to Damon City—though, naturally, he hadn’t been able to send any letters to Margery. To spare her from worry, he had even insisted that the priests intensify their healing magic, allowing him to appear before her as if nothing were wrong. Alas, his efforts fell short; Margaret saw right through it.

“How could it possibly be ‘fine’…” Margaret pressed her lips together, her thick bangs veiling the ache in her eyes. She knew that relying on heavy doses of magic to mend wounds took a toll on the body. Realizing why Alex had gone to such lengths, she felt a sharp tug at her heart, and her nose began to sting with the threat of tears.

Alex reached out to stroke the girl’s soft, flushed cheek, his tone deepening with genuine delight. It was wonderful—she still cared for him. But that wasn’t the most pressing matter at hand; the desire rising between his legs had become unbearable. As Margaret’s fingers brushed against his scars, his thick, rigid meat stick swelled even further—straining so hard against his trousers it looked as though it might tear through the fabric.

“Lily… let’s not talk about this, shall we?” Alex whispered near her ear, pulling her smooth, delicate body into his embrace. He parted her legs, settling her so she sat astride his own muscular, firm thighs.

“But…” Margaret cast a shy, fleeting glance at her husband. She could feel the damp, sensitive folds between her legs pressing against a searing, prominent bulge—she knew exactly what it was. “If you exert yourself… won’t your wounds hurt?”

Alex’s heart stirred. He traced her neck with his tongue, nipping gently at her skin, then took her small hand and guided it toward the prominent bulge in his breeches. “Then why don’t you do the exerting… hmm?”

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