NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 127: Curious Wife

She poured her heart out, answering every question he posed. He listened patiently, using his gentle demeanour to ease her discomfort and build trust. As the conversation deepened, he carefully chose his words, asking increasingly personal questions that tested her boundaries. Yet, she continued to confide in him, her initial hesitation gradually fading.

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He posed a more intimate question, "Did he always climax inside you during intercourse?" Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she nodded, her voice barely audible, "Yes."

He intentionally asked these probing questions to gauge her desperation and the lengths she would go to have a child. After a few more inquiries, he fell silent, lost in thought.

"While the circumstances are similar," he paused, "let me ask you this: How long is your husband's... dragon? Does it reach your womb?" His question, though blunt, was deliberate. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment.

"What...? What does the size of his... dragon have to do with my pregnancy?" she stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment.

The Prime Minister smiled, "Relax. It matters because the primary reason for the late Artifact Refiner's wife's infertility was her husband's... size. It might be the same issue for you. Just answer me honestly."

She refused to back down, insisting, "Explain why you're asking these questions."

The Prime Minister shook his head, gesturing with his pinkie finger, "He was this small, unable to reach her womb, which contributed to her problem."

She glanced at his pinkie finger, a chuckle escaping her lips. The tiny size, no larger than her own finger, sparked a humorous image in her mind.

She was baffled, "How is this even possible? she thought. " Then, a memory of her husband's dragon, much larger than the Prime Minister's finger, flashed through her mind.

The Prime Minister, his eyes fixed on her, asked, "Just how big is it?"

Feeling cornered, she raised her middle finger, "This big, " she said, gesturing. She thought it was a sufficient answer, but the Prime Minister persisted. "Though it's larger than the late Artifact Refiner's dragon, it's still so…so, " he remarked.

"Her eyes widened in disbelief. 'so…so,' she stammered, struggling to comprehend. She couldn't believe her ears. To her, it was a normal size for a dragon, but his words made her doubt her own perception. 'You're joking, right? I don't think anyone could have a bigger one than that,' she insisted."

She recalled, "They say a man's dragon is the same size as his middle finger. " She'd believed it for years, but now she was questioning everything.

The Prime Minister's gaze hardened. "I'm not joking. It seems you've only experienced your husband's dragon, leading you to believe that's the standard size," he said sternly.

Unwilling to accept his claim, she asked, "So, how exactly can you help me, Prime Minister Gu?"

Rising from his chair, the Prime Minister declared, "We'll discuss this further in a few days. Until then, please don't mention this to your husband. I'll return with a solution."

"Wait, but..." she began, trying to stop him, but he was already gone. Though she found it hard to believe, her curiosity was piqued. "Do others really have bigger ones?" she wondered aloud.

He'd intentionally provoked her, planting the seed of curiosity about larger dragons. As the saying goes, a woman's curiosity knows no bounds. Once her interest was piqued, she would undoubtedly seek answers.

And just as he'd predicted, she spent the first day pondering the idea. The next day, she was tempted to ask her husband, but the potential for misunderstanding made her reconsider. Ultimately, she decided to keep her curiosity to herself.

Later that day, she approached her maid, a married woman with a child. "I have a question for you," she began, "and I need an honest answer. This will remain between us."

The maid nodded nervously, bowing her head. "Yes, my lady," she replied.

The Royal Guard's wife asked, "How big is your husband's dragon?" The maid's eyes widened in shock, and she stammered, "My Lady... this is..."

The Royal Guard's wife insisted, "I'm merely curious about the average size. So, stop daydreaming and answer."

The maid nodded, unsure how to proceed. "But, my lady, how should I put it?" she asked hesitantly.

The Royal Guard's wife suggested, "Just use your fingers to show me the size." She assumed that her maid's husband, a mere Chief, would have a dragon similar in size or even smaller than her own husband's.

The maid stammered, "But... it's bigger than my fingers." The Royal Guard's wife, stunned, demanded, "Repeat that."

Raising her hand, the maid gestured, "About this big," she said, pointing to the end of her palm. "My husband's is this big, my lady."

The Royal Guard's wife, still sceptical, decided not to press the matter further. "You may go," she said, "and remember to keep this a secret."

The maid nodded and left, leaving the Royal Guard's wife deep in thought. The idea of a dragon larger than her husband's, a size equalling a full hand, was a revelation that left her mind racing.

The next day, when the Prime Minister didn't arrive, her curiosity grew stronger. Determined to uncover the truth, she decided to seek information from another source.

This time, she turned to her friend who was visiting. Upon learning that her friend's husband possessed a dragon even larger, as thick as a wrist, the Royal Guard's wife's mind was flooded with vivid images.

Her thoughts took a darker turn as she began to fantasize about the larger dragon. The next day, when the Prime Minister arrived, she bombarded him with questions. "Let me ask you first," she began, "when you said many men have larger ones than my husband, could they be as big as my palm, or even as thick as my wrist?"

The Prime Minister, knowing he had successfully planted the seed of desire, nodded and replied, "Yes, dragons can vary greatly in size and length. Some may be as small as your husband's, while others can be larger, even as thick as your wrist

Her eyes widened, and she boldly asked, "How big is yours?"