New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 637: Is it normal?

An hour later, since Quizen cornered Coco into his room, Quizen is now carefully cleaning Coco up.

He was tender with her in a way that’s almost unexpected given how rough and hard he was with her earlier, but right now, he’s gentle as he wiped away the traces of their lovemaking from her skin, pausing to press a feather-light kiss to her forehead when she shivers at the cool touch of the towel against her heated body.

He gazed down at her flushed face; the exhaustion clear in her half-lidded eyes and despite everything that just happened, he can’t help but find her even more beautiful.

".. Feeling okay?" The mediator murmured, concerned if he had pushed her too far.

But Coco hummed softly and nodded her head in response, still flushed and somewhat overstimulated, but feeling calmed by Quizen’s gentle touch.

A soft smile tugs at her lips. "Kind of, but I still feel this.. Itch inside me."

Quizen’s eyebrows raised at her choice of words, an amused smile emerging on his lips as he set the towel aside to crawl onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her.

"At least I lessened that itch, right?" Quizen asked, making Coco roll onto her side with a small, frustrated huff.

Her body is still buzzing with need and desperation, her cheeks flushed at the reminder of the ache between her legs which is growing more insistent as the seconds passed by.

"Yeah.. You helped a lot." She murmured in response, eyes avoiding him for a moment before finding him again. "But for some reason.. I just... I still want more."

Quizen stared at her for a long moment before leaning down, his forehead pressing gently against hers, his fingers brushing the damp hair from her forehead.

"I know it’s not enough.. But are you okay?" The mediator asked, lips pursing.

There’s something unexpectedly soft in his voice, his tone sounding concerned and anxious, with his gaze flickering over her expression, searching for any sign of discomfort.

"Has this happened before?" Quizen added to his set of questions. "You needing more even after.. Everything?"

Coco hesitated for a moment, her mind spinning as she considered Quizen’s question— is it normal? To still feel like this after two rounds? With her body burning and her skin prickling with need?

Or does this mean..

Coco’s cheeks flushed darker at the realization,.. That maybe her libido has been higher than she expected.

She swallowed hard and frowned. "I-I don’t know.. But I never felt like this before. My first time happened in this world, you know? So it’s... Kind of scary."

Coco’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyebrows furrowing. "What if I’m broken?"

Quizen couldn’t help, but let out a quiet chuckle, more affectionate than teasing, as he pressed a tender kiss to Coco’s flushed cheek.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a loose embrace as he settled beside her on the bed and kept his lips pressed into her cheek, never pulling away.

"You’re not broken." He murmured against her skin. "You’re perfect the way you are, wife."

His fingers traced idle patterns along her arm, soothing and slow, making the silence between them become comfortable, safe— until he finally adds with a smirk.

"But if you really want any more.. Zaque’s gonna have his work cut out for him." Quizen joked, chuckling.

Coco giggled at that and pressed a kiss to Quizen’s chin, the simple affection in the gesture making his arms tighten around her body even more like she would disappear if he were to let go.

"I’m so glad the four of you found a way to make this work out." She admitted, resting her forehead against his shoulder with a contented sigh.

Quizen hummed in agreement, his hand drifting up to tangle in her hair absently. "I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have it any other way.. Even if you’re gonna be the death of five of us."

Coco puffed her cheeks into a pout, the kind that makes her look less outraged and more adorable.

She swats gently at Quizen’s chest with an indignant huff. "Don’t be like that. If my sex drive is indeed high.. Then, isn’t it a good thing that there are four of you?"

Quizen sighed. "Four of us? What happened to Kairo? Is he not counted anymore?"

He couldn’t help, but raise an eyebrow at her words, fingers toying with a lock of her hair absentmindedly as he leaned forward and kissed the crown of her head.

"But you know what? It is a good thing that there are five of us." He teased her, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. "More like we’re lucky there are five of us. You’re a goddamn handful, you know that, darlin’?"

Coco frowned slightly, her expression softening into something apologetic as she peers up at Quizen. "Sorry.. I guess I’m going to be a pain in the ass for you guys."

The mediator snorted, rolling his eyes before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Please. Like we would ever complain about having our hands full with you."

Then, he paused and looked at her up and down before settling on her breasts. "I mean it literally, by the way."

She laughed, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "You’re a pervert."

"And you love it." Quizen chuckled and leaned in, closing the distance between them to brush his lips against hers in a kiss.

"I love you, Coco." He murmured against her mouth, making Coco melt into him at the unexpected confession. "Please don’t think like that about yourself, okay?"

His thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. "We want you.. Maybe more than you’ll ever realize."

Coco’s breath hitched, her face softening as she listened to him.

She nodded her head. "Yeah.. I love you too, Quizen. I’m sorry for thinking that way.. I didn’t mean to."