The Blushing and Flustered Witch

After the Templar Knights' visit, which was full of misunderstandings and over-interpretations, life in Buena Village returned to its usual peacefulness.

The spring breeze turned the foot of the Black Rock Mountain Range green, and the melting snow flowed into the streams.

During this time, Lynch lived a life akin to that of a god.

Not only did his prestige in the village reach its peak, but his own strength also skyrocketed like a rocket under the crazy refreshing of system quests.

Host: Lynch. Tier: Tier 3 (Upper Phase). Progress to Tier 4 Breakthrough: 85 percent.

Right now, the magic power in his body was as abundant as a reservoir about to overflow. With a casual snap of his fingers, he could conjure an arcane light sphere the size of a washbasin. His physical fitness was so formidable that he could arm-wrestle a non-enraged magic bear.

However, the side effect of this excess energy was also obvious.

That was his difficulty getting out of bed every morning.

...

Early morning, in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Sunlight spilled over the messy large bed. Lynch...

...

"...Lynch, have you been taking too many tonics lately? Or is your cultivation progress too fast, causing your body to be unable to handle this energy overload?"

"..."

Lynch felt helpless.

What could he say?

Say that it was because she rubbed against him in his arms every night wearing that translucent silk nightgown?

Say that it was because she forgot her towel while bathing yesterday and asked him to go in and hand it to her?

Or say... that this kind of thing was originally the highest level of enjoyment for a hot-blooded young man?

...

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Felsy nodded with full confidence. After this period of clinical practice, she felt she had completely mastered the essence of treating this male-specific blood stagnation syndrome.

"Take a deep breath and relax."

^

"If she ever finds out the truth one day... ugh, I don't even dare to think about it!"

However, on second thought.

These days of being gently served by his wife were simply too wonderful.

"Forget it, I'll hide it for as long as I can. This is a white lie!"

Lynch closed his eyes with peace of mind, enjoying the afterglow of his sage time.

...

In the afternoon.

Lynch went to the magic watchtower at the village entrance to debug the newly installed automatic charging module. Only Felsy and Kuma were left at home.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the courtyard door.

"Is Mr. Lynch at home?"

The voices of several women came from outside the door.

Kuma was sunbathing in the courtyard (and secretly eating the jerky Lynch had hung out to dry). Hearing the sound, she ran over and opened the door.

Three or four village women stood at the door. Leading them was Aunt Mary, the wife of the blacksmith Rhodes, along with the newlywed young wife of the hunter Da Zhuang, and the village chief's daughter-in-law.

They all carried baskets in their hands, containing freshly baked bread, wild fruits, or home-brewed fruit wine.

"Oh my, it's little Kuma."

Aunt Mary smiled like a blooming flower and enthusiastically pinched Kuma's cheek. "Are the adults home? I mean Mr. Lynch's wife, dear Felsy."

"I'm here."

Hearing the commotion, Felsy walked out of the house.

She was wearing a light purple long dress today, with her hair simply tied up in a bun. Although she was dressed plainly, that noble temperament that could not be concealed no matter what still made the village women at the door freeze for a moment.

"Umm... dear Felsy."

Aunt Mary rubbed her hands together somewhat nervously, wearing a flattering smile on her face. "It's like this. The weather is nice today, so a few of us sisters are having a tea party in the little garden at the village chief's house. We're getting together to chat and crack sunflower seeds."

"Everyone was thinking that you've been in the village for so long but haven't really gathered with us much. Plus, Mr. Lynch is now a great benefactor to our village. If it weren't for him, we'd probably all have been eaten by magic beasts by now."

"So... we thought we'd invite you over to sit for a bit, taste our rustic snacks, and incidentally... incidentally let some of your noble aura rub off on us."

The other women also chimed in:

"Yes, yes! Please come, sister-in-law!"

"I made a honey cake, it's very sweet!"

Felsy frowned slightly.

In her eyes, this kind of social activity among human females was simply a waste of life. With this time, she would rather stay at home and restore her strength.

But...

She remembered what Lynch had said a couple of days ago:

"Honey, since we live in the village, although we don't need to deliberately please anyone, properly blending in is still necessary. After all... you are the hostess of this household."

Hostess.

This word held immense magic.

In order to maintain her persona as Lynch's supportive wife, and to prevent others from thinking that Lynch's wife was an unsociable weirdo.

"Alright."

Felsy smoothed out her brow and revealed a reserved and polite smile. "Since everyone is inviting me so warmly, it would be disrespectful of me to decline."

"Oh! That's wonderful!"

Aunt Mary slapped her thigh in delight. "Then let's go quickly! The tea is already brewed!"

...

In the little garden at the village chief's house, the sun was shining brightly.

A round table was filled with sunflower seeds, peanuts, pastries, and tea. Seven or eight village women sat around it, and the atmosphere was lively and full of... a gossipy vibe.

Felsy was arranged in the seat of honor, right next to Aunt Mary.

At first, everyone was still a bit restrained, and the topics of conversation were relatively elegant, such as whose hen laid eggs again, which plot of vegetables was growing well, or praising how incredibly valiant Mr. Lynch's watchtower was.

Felsy just kept smiling, occasionally nodding, using this to hide the fact that she couldn't even really tell a hen from a rooster.

However.

As a few cups of fruit wine went down, coupled with the afternoon sun making everyone feel lazy, the topics of this group of married women began to gradually slide in a certain indescribable direction.

This was the ironclad rule of village women's tea parties: no matter what they started talking about, it would ultimately boil down to their own men and that kind of business.

"Hey, Felsy my dear."

Aunt Mary cracked a sunflower seed and gave Felsy an ambiguous look. "Your Mr. Lynch looks refined and weak, but I heard he can single-handedly fight a Tier 3 magic beast? That physique... tsk tsk, he must be very strong, right?"

"Mhm, it's alright," Felsy replied seriously. "He has been cultivating very diligently lately, and his magic reserves are very sufficient."

"Oh my~ Who's asking about magic power!"

Da Zhuang's young wife covered her mouth and giggled, her face flushed. "Auntie is asking about... that aspect! The strength after the lights are out at night!"

"That aspect?"

Felsy froze for a moment. At night? After the lights are out?

Did they mean the nightly detoxification treatment?

"That... he is indeed quite strong."

Felsy thought of Lynch's taut muscles and suppressed low growls in the morning, and nodded. "And very long-lasting. Sometimes it takes a long time before... um, before he is willing to finish."

"Wow!"

A chorus of envious gasps instantly sounded all around.

"A long time? How long is that? Half an hour?"

"Oh my god! If my man could last ten minutes, I'd burn incense to thank the heavens! Every time I just start to feel something, he's already done. It's like a pig swallowing a rare fruit whole!"

"Exactly! Mine is the same. As soon as night falls, he complains he's tired, saying his back hurts from farming. I think he's just weak!"

The topic was completely blown open.

The women began to complain about their husbands' incompetence without any reservations, while simultaneously looking at Felsy with the eyes of someone looking at a winner in life.

Felsy was completely lost.

Ten minutes? Half an hour?

Is it necessary to compete over treatment time? Isn't it better to expel it as quickly as possible?

"Umm..."

With the attitude of asking when you don't understand (and incidentally learning about human physiology), Felsy opened her mouth and asked: "..."

The whole place went quiet for a moment.

Then, an even more violent burst of laughter erupted.

"Oh my! Felsy, my dear, what you just said... although a bit crude, it's not wrong!"

Aunt Mary laughed until tears came out, "Isn't that the truth! Otherwise, how would we have babies?"

Boom!!!

It was as if a bolt of heavenly lightning had struck the top of Felsy's head without warning.

The teacup in her hand shook violently, and she didn't even notice the scalding tea spilling out.

"What... did you say?"

Felsy's voice began to tremble. Her complexion instantly went from calm to pale, and then, at a visible speed, turned the color of a ripe tomato.

"You mean that isn't... an illness?"

"An illness?"

Aunt Mary was also confused, "What illness? Are you okay, dear? That's..."

Beside her, Da Zhuang's wife also smiled and teased:

"Sister-in-law, you're not just being shy and pretending to be dumb with us, are you? You and Brother Lynch have been married for so long, how could you not know about this?"

Listening to everyone talking at once for a long time, Felsy seemed to understand, yet also didn't, but she definitely sensed that something was wrong.

Memories replayed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

Lynch's pained yet actually enjoying expression in the morning.

The strange noises he made during every treatment.

And his state after it was over...

And... how she had so seriously...

Even...

"Ah..."

Felsy felt like smoke was coming out of the top of her head.

So... so it wasn't an illness?!

It was him... he was feeling good?!

And she had been acting like a fool, voluntarily offering herself to help him every day... even thinking she was some kind of miracle doctor?!

Oh my god!

As a witch who had once made the continent tremble, she had never been this humiliated in her entire life!

How was this a treatment? This was clearly... clearly that kind of shameless...

"Felsy, dear? What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Aunt Mary looked at Felsy's face, which was so red it looked ready to drip blood, and reached out with concern to touch her forehead. "Do you have a fever?"

"N-no!"

Felsy jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, her movement so large that she knocked over the chair behind her.

"I... I just remembered!"

She spoke incoherently, her eyes so panicked she didn't dare look at anyone. "The... the kettle is still boiling at home! Lynch... Lynch is still waiting for me to cook! I-I have to go!"

After saying that, this usually noble and aloof witch, who walked with an imposing aura, actually lifted her skirt like a little girl caught doing something bad and fled at a speed close to teleportation (even secretly using wind magic to accelerate).

"Hey? Dear? You haven't finished your snacks!"

The crowd called out from behind.

But Felsy couldn't hear them anymore; in the blink of an eye, she disappeared around the corner of the alley.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Aunt Mary looked at her retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh, "This girl is just too thin-skinned. She gets this shy just talking about bedroom matters."

"Yeah."

Da Zhuang's wife also smiled while cracking melon seeds. "She looks so aloof usually, I didn't expect her to be so pure. They're an old married couple, yet she still blushes over this."

"It seems Mr. Lynch protects her very well... It really makes one envious."

...

On the way home.

Felsy felt her face was hot enough to fry an egg.

She kept her head down the whole way, terrified of running into an acquaintance, and rushed toward her own courtyard with rapid steps.

Shameful.

Too shameful.

But after the shame came a sense of humiliation turning into anger.

"Lynch!!!"

She gritted her teeth and chanted this name in her heart.

"You big liar!"

"You knew what that was all along! And you actually didn't tell me!"

"You... you actually dared to treat this seat as... as that kind of..."

Thinking of how she seriously helped him every morning, Felsy wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

But...

Aside from her anger, deep in her heart, a strange ripple emerged.

"So... is that the happiest thing between a husband and wife?"

"So... did he have that reaction because he likes me, because it felt good?"

Recalling the look in Lynch's eyes at those times.

That look full of possessiveness, infatuation, and love.

Felsy's footsteps suddenly slowed down.

She touched her burning cheeks.

Although she was very angry about being deceived.

But... it didn't seem that disagreeable either.

"Hmph! Damn liar!"

Felsy stood at the door of her house, took a deep breath, tried hard to calm her emotions, and resumed her aloof witch posture.

"Daring to tease this seat... you're dead tonight!"

"Don't even think about making me give you a treatment tomorrow!"

"Unless... unless you beg me!"