WBWB | Side Story 10

I had assumed he would simply hold me close like a pillow and fall asleep, so I was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events and turned to look at him. He gave a satisfied smile, then pulled me closer, tightening his grip around my waist.

Swoosh―

With a smooth glide, he entered me again, even more easily than the first time. The feeling of him stretching me, the scratch of his hair against my buttocks, made my toes tingle and go numb. I was stunned.

‘Again? He wants to do it again? Without even resting? The afterglow hasn’t even faded yet!’

But far from fading, he seemed to grow even larger and harder inside me. I couldn’t help but ask,

“Again… we’re doing it again?”

“I feel like I could do this for a whole month.”

He caressed my breast as he spoke those terrifying words. Was the shiver that ran through me from pleasure, or from the fear that his words might actually be true?

“Ah…”

Then he began to move behind me. Although I couldn’t see him, I could feel what he was doing from the movements inside me. He pulled his hips back, away from my buttocks, and then thrust forward again. With all his might!

A jolt of pleasure shot through me, my vision blurring.

“Ah! Hnn… haa!”

Unbelievably, this position… this position also felt… good. He wrapped his strong arms tightly around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. And just like that, he began to move again.

“Ah! Haak! Ah! Wait! Ah…! Aaahh…!”

Trapped in his thick, strong arms, I started to scream. It felt good. Of course, it felt good, but it felt so good that it was scary, and tears welled up in my eyes.

The overwhelming stimulation made me feel like my head was going to explode, and I was afraid. Would my body break? It was a terrifying sensation, like I was losing control of myself. But despite all that, a part of me wished he wouldn’t stop. Soon, I succumbed to the sharp yet incredibly sweet sensation.

Starting from where we were joined, all the way to my waist, and then my whole body, felt like it was melting.

He took hold of the back of my head and turned my face towards him. Gasping, I looked back and met his jewel-like eyes. His pupils sparkled with desire and pleasure. I imagined my eyes must have mirrored his. He lowered his head, seeking my lips, and I met him halfway.

Seeking the sweetest thing in the world, sweeter than honey.

We kissed. I collapsed in his arms over and over again.

How many times had I climaxed before he reached his second?

And when he started again, for the third, the fourth time?

He… really seemed tireless.

He was like a massive, ancient beast, starved for millennia.

‘Oh, my…!’

The last thing I remember is the faint light of dawn filtering through the gap in the curtains. I was nestled against him, sitting on his lap. Unable to endure any longer, I drifted off to sleep.

No, it wasn’t so much falling asleep as it was passing out.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the bright sunlight streaming through the heavy curtains. He was already gone. Instead of facing him, I found a piece of paper lying on top of a neatly folded pile of clothes.

 

I apologize for last night.

Thinking back, I believe I may have pushed you too hard.

I seem to have lost control.

How does it feel to wake up as my Duchess? Are you happy?

You wished for my happiness before, and as I write this letter, I am incredibly happy. Now that I know this feeling, my life before meeting you seems meaningless.

How wonderful would it be if we could be locked away for a month, drinking honey wine together?

But the sun has risen, and I must return from being your man to being Duke Skadi once more.

I apologize for not being by your side when you woke up.

Let us meet again this evening.

 

Reading the Duke’s letter, the thought that he must have written it beside me as I slept filled my heart with a slow-rising joy. I, too, was experiencing a feeling I had never felt before.

‘I’m… happy.’

Truly, I was happy. After regaining my composure, I got dressed and opened the curtains to check the time. The sun was high in the sky.

‘I slept this late?’

Even now, after waking up, my legs felt shaky. It was understandable, considering how intensely we had made love before I finally fell asleep at dawn. I was about to call for a maid to help me bathe, but realizing the state of my body, I simply asked for the bath to be drawn.

I was too embarrassed for the maids to see me.

I knew what I would look like without seeing myself. Taking off my clothes, the sight of my body was even more shocking than I had anticipated. It was covered in marks he had left last night. I sank into the warm bathwater. As my muscles relaxed, I felt the remnants of what he had generously poured into me last night flowing out from between my legs.

‘He and I truly became one last night.’

The reality of the passionate joy we had shared last night struck me anew.

In the afternoon, my younger sister and mother visited what was now my room as well as the Duke’s. I greeted them warmly. 

An’s face was already brimming with curiosity, and I could guess what she was about to ask before she even opened her mouth. Sure enough, as soon as the maid served the tea and left, my sister asked, her eyes shining,

“So? How was it? Tell me, Sister.”

“An!”

Mother scolded her, but An didn’t stop.

“It’s just us, so what? Come on, tell me. I’m dying of curiosity. Hmm?”

I could feel my face burning.

“It was… good.” 

I mumbled, unable to say anything more than that. An pressed me for details, but I couldn’t bring myself to describe the events of the previous night, even if my life depended on it.

That evening, I had dinner with him. For some reason, I couldn’t meet his eyes properly. The new side of him I had discovered last night made me incredibly shy. Throughout the meal, I barely registered what I was eating. Despite that, I secretly hoped tonight would be just like last night.

‘I wish it were night already…’

I thought to myself, when the Duke asked,

“How was last night?”

“…”

“Was it good? Or not so good?”

At his words, I felt like something had exploded in my head. When I remained speechless, the Duke stared at me intently, his face devoid of any embarrassment.

“I’d like to hear your opinion. I need to know how you felt so I can figure out what to do more or less of tonight. To start, I’ll say that it was very good for me. Beyond excellent.”

“I… I enjoyed it too.”

I managed to say to him. Honestly, the sound of an ant crawling would probably have been louder than my voice.

“Is that so? Then, what did you enjoy the most? Which position? How I touched you?”

But at his barrage of intense questions, I was rendered speechless again. I felt like I was going to cry.

‘Is he teasing me on purpose?’

But his expression was completely serious. As I sat silently for a long time, unable to speak, he tilted his head and leaned towards me.

“If you don’t know because it was your first time, let’s find out tonight.”

Was he always like this?

As the Duke suggested, that night, I spent time exploring the answers to his questions.

Far too much time.

I learned a lot very quickly. It was knowledge that wasn’t in any of the books I’d read and that no one had ever told me. I internalized this knowledge solely through experience. While experiencing it with him, the nights were long, and time seemed endless.

And before long, I realized something. If the ancient custom of confining newlyweds to their own space for a month had continued to this day, I probably would have died from excessive pleasure.