FFF-Tier System, SSS-Rank Wife-Chapter 60: What a free spirit she is

"Please, be mindful!"

Selia stopped, locking her eyes on my face.

Then, she furrowed her brows while slightly tilting her head. Next, her chin moved down as she cast a glance right where she was sitting only to shake her hips a bit, as if to feel what it was that she found so... unexpected?

Or rather than unexpected, other than the norm.

After yesterday, I refused to believe she was as innocent as to be unaware of just how male physiology worked in this very specific regard.

"Ah, I see..." still shaking her butt left to right, Selia giggled only to drop her hand down, low on my stomach, before slowly dragging her fingers up my chest, letting only the very tips of her fingers maintain contact with my skin.

A pleasant thrill moved up and down my spine, once again invoking the feelings I was so desperate to keep down.

"Then, hurry up and get yourself ready," Selia said right as her hand stopped high on my chest, only for her to press it fully down, as if she wanted to leave an imprint of her palm right in the middle of my chest.

She raised her other hand next and...

Snap

With the sound of her fingers clicking, the various elements of her azure jewelry shone with inner light.

Something moved off in the side of the room.

And the next thing I knew, Selia was all dressed up, her robes sitting firmly on her body, no different than they were before she cast them off last night.

"Don’t we have Greg to visit?" Selia added, her face now a picture of satisfied smugness.

Using the hand she rested on my chest, Selia pushed herself up before finally getting off me first, getting off the bed second and then leaving the room in a happy stride, leaving me all alone in the room with nothing but my stunned thoughts.

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’What a free spirit, she is...’ I thought while breathing a long sigh.

I looked down, right to where my erection was making my privates quite uncomfortable.

Given all that I just went through, no one could blame me for dealing with it the usual way. But, on the other hand?

To rid myself of the excitement in this crude way while Selia, by all means and purposes, could be standing vigil by the room’s door?

"Yeah," I muttered as I shook my head and sat up on the bed, "that’s not going to happen."

Rather than giving in to the physical need Selia forced out in me, I picked the other way of dealing with the issue and decided to just forget all about it.

Just like Selia said, we had to pay Greg a visit.

This visit would finally decide the outcome of all the efforts we’ve put into preparing charcoal so that we could potentially sell off the recipe for making it.

It was going to be my first step to some degree of independence in this world! Or, to be more precise, a first step towards intertwining myself with the fates of the people in this world, so that rather than becoming someone rich enough to become everyone’s target of envy, I would become someone that not a single soul in the city could imagine living without.

Which was exactly why a smithy, a popular one to boot, was such a good place to start.

Shaking my head, I got off the bed and quickly cleaned up the room and fixed my clothes. Yet, as I pinched on my shirt and pulled it up to my nose to take a whiff...

’Hell, those would really use a laundry,’ I thought as the sour smell of my clothes elicited an ugly grimace on my face, one that quickly mellowed down into a self-reflecting smile of helplessness. ’I guess I could use a bath myself too.’

There was a reason why I was perfectly happy to target Greg’s smithy as the first place to leave my mark in this world... Or, to be more realistic, in this city.

For a frontier town focused mostly on all sorts of adventurers’ related business, it focused on servicing their weapons and armors. Yet, even then, I could remember there being a considerable number of dismantled, half-made or already finished home and crafting tools, ones I could find by paying a visit to any house, store or workshop.

In other words, this smithy was, in a way, connected to everyone in the town. And if I could help to drive down one of the biggest expenses that added up to their costs of business, then I could make myself into the savior of a few coins in, quite literally, everyone’s pocket!

But that was only the most direct way in which introducing charcoal would affect this town. The way merchants would be freed to trade stuff other than coal, the way the logistics costs per traded piece would go down given the unusually high volume and weight of coal needed...

"This simple stuff will change this town in more ways than I could even imagine or foresee," I’ve muttered to myself as I approached the doors and pushed them open, only to find Selia - as expected - standing right next to them with a wild grin on her playful lips.

"Dealt with that problem of yours yet?" she asked, clearly keen to play around some more.

’What changed?’

I couldn’t help but ask in my head.

If the leap from two days ago to yesterday was huge, then the jump from how she was just yesterday, the night episode excluded, to how she was right now...?

"What, are you offering to help?" I countered, noticing with satisfaction how Selia’s cheeks quickly covered in a layer of thick blush.

"Well then, are you ready?" she asked, quickly changing the topic, as if unprepared for just how quickly I bounced the ball back.

"Yeah," I nodded my head. "Let’s get this done and over with."