"Evelyn-chan, you look really nervous," Syl'Vyr says as I wait in front of my bedroom door; Esther is about to arrive to watch me build a puppet and I'm anxious about what materials she'll bring.

'I could make an S-rank puppet using Arial's water core, but with Esther's materials it might be even stronger than S-rank!'

"Yes! You have no idea, Syl'Vyr, I wanted Eve to be here, but she's in that underground training room or something, and I didn't want to bother her, so I called you!"

"Well, I'll keep you company and calm you down, Evelyn-chan! You can count on me!" Syl'Vyr comes up behind me and hugs me, putting her breasts over my head; they're soft and pleasant, like two natural pillows.

"Of course, of course! Here, this is the design!" I hand the sketchbook to Syl'Vyr; she glances at the angel design briefly and hands the book back.

"Pretty girl, you've got a great eye for this... but again, another girl... Evelyn-chan, you're not trying to build a harem, are you?!" Syl'Vyr asks sweetly.

"O-Of course not! I just... I-just think it's more comfortable to be near girls..." Honestly, it's not that I don't want to make a male puppet, I just don't think it's appropriate yet.

"But the Tank for our team will probably be a strong, rugged man! Like a wall!" I tell Syl'Vyr, and she giggles.

"Evelyn-chan, will your wife accept your puppet being an angel? From what I've seen demons HATE angels; making an angel puppet seems risky," Syl'Vyr says, and I nod.

"It's complicated... but I want a diverse team! Like, to show that despite differences all races can work together!... but I'm also worried about what Esther will say about my choice..." When I say that, Syl'Vyr turns me to look at her.

"Want to squeeze to calm down?" She asks, staring at me.

"...Squeeze?" I ask, confused; she puffs out her chest and wiggles her body up and down, making those two big balls shake right in front of me.

"!!!"

"W-What!!?" I go bright red.

"Maybe it'll help you calm down! Nothing like squeezing two biiiiig, soft things to soothe nerves!" She stretches the word "big" in a drawn-out way for emphasis.

"N-No!! Not that!!"

"But I'm clothed and wearing a bra! It's not like you'd touch directly, come on, Evelyn-chan, you'll see it'll help you calm down! I can even give you a little help!" she says playfully.

"Syl'Vyr, don't joke like that..."

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"Esther-sama, should I stop here?" a servant asks, carrying a wooden chest, the chest has some of the things I brought for Evelyn to use for her puppets.

To start, I brought a variety of materials of different qualities so I can test Evelyn's limits and choices based on material.

"Yes, leave it there. I'll take it inside; you can go now." He hands me the chest as he backs away; I open my bedroom door with one hand while I look for Evelyn.

"Come on, Evelyn-chan, just one squeeze and..." Both of them in the room look at me quickly; Syl'Vyr and Evelyn seem a little too close for my taste, while one of Evelyn's hands is pressing hard on Syl'Vyr's right breast, sinking in.

That scene makes something snap inside me, an unpleasant surge of anger I don't fully understand.

"...Cheating on me so early in the marriage? Seems you've lost your sense of danger," I say, staring at her hand and wondering if I should cut it off, or maybe make Syl'Vyr disappear forever.

"Cheating?! What do you mean a-and... W-Wait!!! Of course not!! It's just a joke between friends and—"

"Friends don't throw themselves onto each other's bodies, especially when one of those friends is married." I enter the room, dropping the chest carelessly to the floor; it thuds loudly.

"...T-This... this isn't like that E-Esther... i-it was just a little kiss and a hug and some touching is normal between friends, right?! I was just... just—" She stops talking when she meets my gaze.

"...Now that you say it, it is true, Evelyn, you no longer have permission to kiss any body besides mine; it's... weird to have my wife kissing something that's almost a copy of herself."

"I know your narcissism, but kissing and being that close with Eve is forbidden, and you're also forbidden from bathing with anyone who isn't me or servants I've chosen to help you," I say coldly, looking at her with anger.

'This is so frustrating...' I look at Syl'Vyr with a desire to shred her to pieces.

"Hey, hey, let's calm down, everyone. Esther, don't take this so seriously, it was only a joke, we weren't going that far; Evelyn-chan was just nervous to see you and I said she could squeeze me to calm down," Syl'Vyr butts in as if it's no big deal.

"If you don't leave now what will be squeezed is your head until it explodes," I threaten, releasing magic; she chokes a little, looks at Evelyn, and bows out of the room quickly when Evelyn waves back.

"E-Esther, it wasn't serious... i-it was just Syl'Vyr's way—" As Syl'Vyr leaves, Evelyn tries to speak.

"You are my wife; don't let others touch your body. You're not a prostitute for anyone to handle, your body is mine and I'm the only one who can truly touch you," I interrupt, my look sharp, silencing her.

"Don't provoke me, Evelyn." I give the chest a light kick, pushing it toward her.

"Start," I say, irritation in my tone; I was perfectly on track tonight, but Evelyn had to test my patience.

'Great, she ruined the rest of my night now.' Evelyn nervously picks up the chest and begins to drag it; she looks at the floor, too ashamed to meet my eyes.

"I-I didn't think you'd get that mad... I won't do it again..." she murmurs while opening the chest.

'Why am I so furious about this...' I don't even understand my own reaction; I'm usually more composed, but seeing that disgusting whore touching Evelyn made me uneasy.

It felt as if someone was dirtying something I had carefully kept; that feeling is really bad and I don't like it.

Before taking the items out, Evelyn stands and comes up to me, stopping in front of me; she seems nervous about something while I stare at her.

"C-Can I give you an apology kiss?" she asks; I'm surprised, and I immediately feel a little calmer because she at least seems to realize she's wrong with me.

"..." I take her chin and lift it so her eyes meet mine.

"Promise you won't let others touch your body freely, promise you won't touch others carelessly, and promise to stop kissing that girl, no matter if she's a puppet or one of your powers, it's still a kiss."

"And that... is disrespectful to me, and I don't like being disrespected..."

"I-I will... I'll stop, I swear... I didn't know it was that bad... I never had friends so... I-thought that level of contact was normal." When she says that, much of my anger dissipates.

'Yes, she never had friends... and she never had proper education... it makes sense she doesn't understand boundaries and noble rules, since it wasn't taught to her in her marriage lessons...' I rationalize it briefly and decide to let it go.

"Among nobles, contact like that is extremely inappropriate. If any noble saw you doing that knowing you're married to me, you would be labeled a Promiscuous Prostitute; even if the touch is 'innocent,' what matters isn't the intent but the action seen by others."

"Seeing you touch another girl so intimately is frustrating in many ways... but you're right... you never received proper instruction on this, and you never had friendships to understand where the line between friendship and something more serious lies..."

"So I'll drop the subject for now, now you know that such contact is excessive. It could've been allowed before you married, but from the moment you married me your body became exclusively mine."

"And my body... became exclusively yours as well." I lean in and kiss her; she's tense at first, then relaxes and allows it to happen. I break the kiss and step back, removing my hand from her chin.

"Start building the puppet, I'll just observe the process..." She begins to move, but before she does I decide to admit I was wrong.

"Evelyn... I'm sorry..." When I say that she immediately stops and looks at me in shock.

"I... I acted hastily; you were indeed wrong to have such 'intimate' contact with Syl'Vyr, but I was also wrong to judge so harshly... I don't have much experience with relationships."

"So I admit I went a bit extreme in my choice of words and threats... marriage is also about basic respect and it wasn't very respectful of me to jump to conclusions without asking first... don't worry, I won't do anything to you or that puppet..."

"I truly believe I was wrong; if I had analyzed the situation better and asked questions, we could have established the rules much more calmly instead of having this pointless little conflict."

"If I'd known you didn't know the limits then I would have acted differently... forgive my... ignorance." When I finish my apology, she stands there with her mouth open in shock.

"O-Oh... ah... it's okay... h-hahaha it was nothing... I understand you were angry, I should've asked if the closeness with my friends was right or not..." she says with a small smile, as if she gained something from it.

"...We both made mistakes... so let's learn from this and do better next time. Now let's put this conversation aside, start making the puppet so I can watch the process; after all, time is limited."

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