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Despite clearly being frustrated with the previous incident, at least now her name was cleared in the city... And that was really great.

Was her life okay? Who knows? She wasn't sure if she could still say that. An important question continued to linger in her thoughts...

Her husband.

Yes, the man she fell in love with and now... loves... No, she wasn't worried at all about Rogue wanting to meet him; that didn't really matter. It wasn't as if she could choose which woman her husband would get close to. She had already accepted that he wasn't a one-woman man, but rather the only man for a woman.

"Ah... Sometimes I wish all of that... didn't..." She stopped. Now... Samira had so many things on her mind that even an attempt at self-awareness... could destroy her.

For her, everything was so... different.

The world around her was unrecognizable, transformed by a single man who challenged her understanding of herself.

Samira wondered where she had lost herself, questioning the essence of her own identity.

Where was the Samira Blaze she knew, and what was left of her after so many changes?

She didn't know.

All she had now was the certainty that... She was no longer just the Adventurer... She realized this when she talked to Rogue...

The sense of responsibility for her husband outweighed her own conscience... And that was... frightening...

So much that...

"You arrived..." The man's voice interrupted her thoughts. She just looked at the door and saw him there... Waiting for her, with a concerned look...

"You're hurt." He said, looking at some scratches on her body. She didn't even feel pain, but... the injuries were undeniable.

However, despite looking bad, he simply approached her calmly, took her hand, and looked at the scratches, partially her skin was cut, and some parts of her clothing were completely dirty and torn from something...

"It doesn't hurt." She said, trying to maintain her strong and imposing stance in front of him... but her height no longer conveyed any presence...

Strax was already taller than her.

In his presence, her attempt at firmness seemed fragile, very fragile.

The fact that he was taller than her only accentuated the sense of vulnerability that now pervaded her being.

"Come on, they're already asleep. I prepared a bath for you." He said, smiling gently while holding her hand.

He might seem robust, but... He was a complete gentleman when it came to his wives.

He calmly guided her through the inn's room, "I made them go to bed earlier; they were tired from the trip. I imagine the same goes for you." Strax commented, he seemed more... calm.

This strangeness... made Samira wonder, 'What happened to him?'

Strax led her down the corridor to the bathroom, a space that exuded simplicity and elegance. The bathroom was ordinary, but its charm was in the details: a white porcelain bathtub, which shone under the soft light of strategically placed candles. The porcelain floor reflected the candlelight, creating a warm and peaceful environment. There was also a modern shower; it was really a spacious bathroom.

The candles cast a warm, gentle light that delicately illuminated the space. The light scent of the candles, mixed with the freshness of the ceramics and the warmth of the water filled with flower petals.

"W-what is all this?" She murmured, surprised. It was like a... "I'm just pampering my wife." He said, holding her hand, pulling her closer.

"Sorry," he said while hugging her, letting her head rest on his chest.

Samira felt her head resting on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and reassuring.

"Why are you apologizing..." She murmured, still confused. He hadn't done anything that warranted an apology.

Strax hesitated for a second but admitted: "I followed you."

His words were honest, even though he knew he had done wrong, doubting his wife... "I know you're going to be mad about this. But... Loving you is becoming increasingly difficult," he commented, not giving her a chance to respond.

"Loving you is so hard because just seeing you away from me... my heart already hurts." He continued, "But I know I've crossed the line... I don't want to suffocate you, although my possessiveness is almost out of control, I won't do it again." He said. Samira stayed silent because, for her... she was the problem.

She thought she was in the wrong, and in the end... "Both are wrong, apparently..." she commented, hiding her face against his chest. "I-..." Samira tried to say something, but he simply embraced her. "It's okay."

He was a simple man; he just wanted to express his feelings to her and make her understand how he thinks. And if she understood, that was fine with him.

He only wanted her to be well and healthy. Loving someone isn't a one-way street. It's not perfect. Far from it, love is complicated.

And maintaining such a new relationship... is even more complicated.

Samira was an older, more experienced woman, and abruptly changing this life would be complicated... But he hadn't taken that into consideration either...

When he saw that confident smile on her in the bar... he received a reality check... a shock he needed to receive...

Samira was still a woman with her own needs, and he had prevented her from fulfilling them many times...

"It's okay." Samira said, pulling away slightly, "I haven't talked about this either... maybe if I had said something, maybe we wouldn't be like this." She smiled, looking at him.

They looked at each other for a moment, but...

"You smell..." Strax said. Well, Samira had been in a big fight and drank a lot... it was impressive how she was still sober, actually.

"Fufufufu," she started to laugh... "If you saw the mess I made, fufufufu," she laughed softly while Strax observed... "How did the other one fare?" He asked, amused...

"She's pretty banged up, fufufu."

The mood in the room began to lighten, and Strax smiled with ease. His gestures became softer and more affectionate as he stroked Samira's head and her long orange hair.

"Good job," he said, sounding even cute.

As the atmosphere became more relaxed, Strax slid his hand along Samira's body, his touch gentle and calm, without malice.

He began to carefully explore the surface of her worn clothing, running his fingers over the visible marks and scratches. His approach was delicate, with no ill intentions.

As his hands explored her curves, Strax couldn't help but notice the state of her clothes, which were marked and torn much more than he had initially observed...

His touches started to focus more on the areas where the wear was most evident, including what was left of the top of her clothing. He touched with a softness meant to soothe, rather than just explore.

"Mmm..." Samira let out a small moan as she felt his hands on her weak points... 'Damn...'

He smiled slightly seeing the mischievous grin on her face and looked at one of his favorite parts of her body.

Samira's breasts.

Pressed and mistreated by the tight clothing, they seemed eager for relief.

He calmly moved his hand to the center of her breasts, moving up to the buttons of her shirt. With each button that came undone, the piece of clothing moved away, revealing more of Samira's bare, warm skin. Strax continued to open the shirt with a gentle touch, allowing the tension and tightness to begin to disappear.

Finally, revealing that beautiful pair of breasts, covered by a tight black lingerie, a floral bra that almost seemed to say, 'Let me out of here!'

He smiled at her, who, well... felt a little embarrassed but allowed him to continue with her consent.

Strax, with a careful and deliberate touch, moved his hands toward the clasp of the bra. His fingers, nimble and gentle, found the clasp and opened it with a smooth motion.

As the clasp came undone, the pressure on Samira's breasts lessened, and the lingerie slid down, revealing her bare, sensitive skin.

With the bra now loose, Samira's breasts, finally free from the tightness, fell naturally and gracefully. The immediate relief was palpable, and the surrounding environment seemed to breathe along with her, reflecting the tranquility that followed the gesture.

"Beautiful as always," Strax commented, his gaze filled with admiration that made Samira blush even more.

Her embarrassment was visible: 'So cute...'

"But that's not all." Strax continued, carefully sliding his hand over Samira's stomach. His fingers felt the soft texture and sensitivity of her skin, finding the edge of the pants she was wearing. He slowly pulled them down, his hand exploring the well-defined muscles and the warmth emanating from her body.

"Hmm..." Samira moaned softly, Strax's touch eliciting a natural response from her skin. Her firm and defined muscles were also welcoming, creating a sense of comfort under his caress.

"You're going to take a bath... you need to take everything off," Strax said, with a tone of gentle authority. He pulled Samira's pants down, revealing the panties that matched the floral pattern of the bra.

He gestured for her to lift one foot so he could remove one side of the pants, followed by the other, leaving her in just her panties...

"..." Samira was embarrassed... every time she showed herself felt like the first time, each time unique and in a place she never imagined...

Strax approached her with a gentle look, softening the atmosphere around them. With comforting delicacy, he kissed her softly. The kiss, light and careful, conveyed a sense of affection and understanding. At the same time, his hand descended carefully over Samira's stomach, his touch providing subtle relief as he explored the area around her groin.

He descended to a spot... really moist.