Chapter 3.4

Tina never expected her efforts would work so well.

Her heart pounding, she tightly gripped what she held in her hand—the collar connected to Cherilian’s.

“Tina. I know this isn’t the time for me to argue, but…”

Cherilian spoke, looking extremely troubled.

“That phrase you used — ‘a rag so useless it’s not even worth washing again’ — maybe that’s a bit much…”

All the humiliating words she threw at him — though they were by mutual consent — didn’t normally bother him. But hearing her insult the history of his body’s use did sting a little.

“You’re not doubting my fidelity, are you? You know, I’ve always been devoted only to you.”

At his careful question, Tina looked at Cherilian with gentle eyes, a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Remorse immediately flashed across her clear face.

“I realized after I said it that it was a bit much. I’m sorry!”

“…It’s fine.”

Cherilian felt a faint sense of guilt at Tina’s apology, even as he felt awkward. His wife was only trying her best for his sake.

Worried that Tina might feel discouraged, Cherilian quickly added,

“I just said it just in case. It’s not that I dislike what you said.”

Cherilian glanced away. Whether or not his words were true, the skin around his eyes and cheekbones, even his ears, were flushed red. His lower body, already heated, responded to the situation.

“That line earlier — about the filthy, stray good-for-nothing — that one was… fine.”

“Really?”

Tina asked brightly, her smiling face full of her unique cheerful energy.

“Well, then… I’ll continue.”

Tina gently pulled the collar, not enough to hurt.

Cherilian’s face flushed with embarrassment, but there was a subtle thrill and excitement. He seemed so eager that Tina’s shoulders tensed.

She slapped his chest with her palm as he leaned closer.

His firm, springy flesh was taut. Unlike Tina’s own, it didn’t redden after a few slaps. Instead, his pink n*pples stood up, greeting her touch.

“With a chest this lewd, who are you trying to seduce? Not that I need to ask.”

Answering herself, Tina bit her lower lip. Her words kept coming out strangely, breaking her immersion.

She pinched his *rect n*pple with her fingers. Cherilian, feeling the sensation blossom from her touch, closed his eyes and frowned.

“If milk comes out of this chest… um, then… you’d need to see a doctor.”

Tina nodded as she answered herself, then caught herself. Even when immersed, she kept snapping back to reality.

Cherilian, eyes narrowed, looked oddly deflated. Tina made a small sound and tried to focus her gentle gaze.

‘No, not like this! I’ll fail!’

Tina had a heavy duty—to arouse Cherilian with lewd, naughty dirty talk.

She still wasn’t comfortable, but for her beloved husband, she was determined to dirty her mouth with depraved words. No one could stop her.

Tina remembered the confident boss-like Pig-Whipping Queen from earlier and tried to hypnotize herself.

Her husband didn’t look like a plump pig, so she decided to rely on props. She picked up a piece of ice she’d prepared.

The Pig-Whipping Queen used candle wax, but Tina couldn’t bring herself to use that on Cherilian.

Since ice was supposed to heighten sensitivity, this method wasn’t bad.

Unlike Cherilian, who was n*ked, Tina wore only a robe over her bare body. As she reached for the ice on the dish, the robe parted slightly, and Cherilian’s trembling gaze traced her inner thigh.

Tina, feeling the cold but unable to make a fuss, caught his trembling Adam’s apple.

“My Cherry, you must be thirsty. What are you looking at that makes you so parched?”

“……”

“You have to answer.”

When she tugged the collar, Cherilian bit his lower lip and gazed at her. His eyes and brows drew close, his gaze growing sharper.

Others might think the Duke was angry, but Tina, who knew him well, understood he was embarrassed.

“Your… p*ssy.”

“What?”

“I was looking at your p*ssy. It’s already… looks wet.”

Though she’d just flung out shameless words herself, Tina was briefly flustered to hear Cherilian say it.

But soon, excitement made her breath quicken. Her heart raced, her mind spun. It felt like the release after a sprint.

Like a tame beast, Cherilian lay there as Tina moved her ice-filled hand. Meltwater dripped onto Cherilian’s lips.

Fixing his cloudy gray gaze on her, Cherilian stuck out his tongue as if to drink.

Tina tapped Cherilian’s member with her foot. She pressed a small ice cube to the tip and swirled it around, making him m*an between his teeth.

“Seeing your c*ck twitch like that, you must be pretty excited, Cherilian Biente.”

Even as he endured the rising pleasure, Cherilian couldn’t help but admire Tina’s effort. Her awkward skills were steadily improving.

Cherilian was confused whether to be pleased with her progress. Lewd, depraved language was never his taste…

“Whether you get to use your thing tonight, or whether you’re just left guarding the bedroom door like a watchdog, that’s up to you.”

Despite the harsh content, Tina’s voice was always gentle and kind, almost tickling his ears.

Sitting on the bed, Tina tapped his *rect member with her foot and commanded,

“Rub it against my thigh. But don’t finish without my permission.”

“Ah, Tina…”

Cherilian groaned low, feeling a surge below at the crude words.

Tina released the collar. Cherilian, resisting the urge to cling to her like a dog, slowly climbed onto the bed, following her lead.

When Tina brought her legs together, he slipped his member between them and gently moved his hips.

Tina drew her knees up toward her chest, watching curiously as his member moved back and forth between her thighs.

The foreskin wrapped around the shaft rubbed against her skin. Clear fl*id seeped from the tiny hole at the tip.

Tina clicked her tongue and flicked the tip lightly with her finger.

“I told you not to finish.”

“Ugh! Tina, please…”

Tina grew excited at Cherilian’s pleading face. Even if saying naughty things was a necessary choice for her, she enjoyed being the only one who could see Cherilian like this.

Perhaps it wasn’t enough, because Cherilian rubbed his member against her chest. Tina shot him a warning look, pretending to scold him for not following her orders.

Still, she had no intention of stopping him. Receiving her silent permission, Cherilian narrowed his eyes and watched as the tip brushed against her n*pple.

His member was hot and firm. The fl*id from the tip smeared onto her n*pple. It looked slightly wet below.

“When will you let me use this mutt’s c*ck?”

Cherilian asked through gritted teeth.

“Who knows.”

Tina gripped the collar tightly and tugged. He seemed to have gotten used to it—there was no sign of embarrassment as their faces drew close.

Instead, he naturally bit Tina’s lips. He licked and nibbled her lower lip, sucked her tongue, and teased her palate.

Trapped by Cherilian’s large body, she felt the tip of his member rubbing between her skin folds.

Wanting to see Cherilian become even more desperate, Tina slapped his shoulder.

“Mm, ah, how naughty…!”

“What, you seem to like it.”

Cherilian rubbed against her more eagerly, deliberately making wet sounds.

“Hngh…”

Even before penetration, the pleasure was intense. Cherilian, gripping the base, tapped her cl*toris lightly with the tip.

“It’s already so wet and naughty, Tina. Can I?”

His voice dropped a tone, sending chills through her body. There was no way she could refuse. Instead of answering, Tina hugged his broad back tightly.

Taking that as a signal, his large, firm member spread her wet flesh and entered.

“Hngh, ah, ah!”

Cherilian continued to thr*st roughly inside her until Tina’s mind melted with pleasure.