Chapter 3

When he arrived, he rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. His lean muscles flexed, enough to make any woman’s heart flutter.

His bronzed skin made Damon stand out even more. And Lilia was secretly watching every bit of it.

“Oh my… What am I going to do? He looks so hot…”

Her mouth hung open, and it looked like she might drool. Jane, unable to watch any longer, cleared her throat, startling Lilia into closing her mouth.

She pretended to return to her room but had actually been waiting. When she saw Damon come out a few minutes later, she hurried after him. She hadn’t meant to follow him, but since he didn’t notice, she just kept quiet and tagged along.

He picked up a sword from the rack, examined it, and started swinging. He looked so cool. Soon sweat trickled down Damon’s forehead and soaked his shirt. Seeing this, Lilia quickly told Jane,

“Jane, could you bring a towel and some cold water?”

“Yes, Madam.”

She planned to approach him with the towel and water. He might be shocked because of what she said earlier, but Lilia had no intention of giving up. She hid behind a tree, watching Damon closely until Jane returned with the towel and water. Sweat ran down his neck and inside his shirt.

Lilia wished she could become that sweat and explore inside his shirt. Just then, Jane returned with the towel and water, and Damon, breathing heavily, put down his sword. Lilia, feeling excited, took the towel and water and approached Damon. The closer she got, the more she felt his heat. He noticed someone approaching, turned his head, and flinched when he saw her.

“Damon, I brought a towel and water.”

“…Thank you.”

It would be strange to refuse, so Damon took the towel, wiped his sweat, and drank the water. He didn’t notice Lilia gazing at him in bliss. She was so happy—her favorite person was alive and breathing right in front of her, and she could even see him like this.

When he lowered his head to drink water again, she quickly composed her expression. If he caught her looking like that, he’d think she was a pervert and never look at her again. Lilia decided to take it step by step.

“Damon, if it’s not too late, I hope we can get along from now on.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to have a happy married life with you. We can’t keep living like this forever, right?”

She shrugged as she spoke, and Damon looked at her with a sour expression. Deciding to keep her close and observe a bit longer, he nodded slowly.

“Right, that’s true.”

“Isn’t it? So from today, let’s always stay together.”

“…From today?”

“Yes!”

Lilia nodded, her eyes sparkling. Damon hesitated at her boldness but thought there was no harm, so he nodded. But that was his big mistake.

Lilia wasn’t lying about wanting to stay together all day. She followed him around like a baby bird. While he worked in the office, she sat beside him, staring at him. Because of her, Damon couldn’t focus on paperwork and eventually got up.

“Are you done working?”

“…How about we have dinner early?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Unable to tell her to leave, Damon changed the subject. Lilia smiled brightly and jumped up to follow him. Standing next to him, she carefully linked her arm with his. He stopped in his tracks at the sudden touch.

“Damon?”

“Uh…”

Lilia tilted her head, looking innocent. Her soft, full chest pressed against his forearm. The dress was thin, so he could feel it clearly, which made it even more awkward.

Damon tried to turn his head and act like nothing was wrong, but he was so stiff that anyone could tell something was off. Lilia quietly laughed to herself. This couldn’t be the first time, so why was he acting so shy? But he was cute and handsome, so she didn’t mind.

She hummed a little tune and leaned closer. She wanted to touch his firm arm, but held back, worried he might push her away.

He walked stiffly to the dining room. Lilia, who he thought would sit across from him, sat right next to him with a calm expression. The maids watched her and moved her plate. Lilia looked at him with a satisfied smile.

She stared so much it felt like she might bore a hole in him. Damon wished the food would come quickly. If her attention moved to the food, things would be easier. Finally, the food arrived and Lilia turned her gaze, and Damon sighed in relief. But he couldn’t let his guard down.

“Damon, excuse me for a moment.”

“…!”

Damon flinched. Lilia leaned over to reach some food far away. She seemed to need support, so she placed her hand on his thigh, making him tense up. Lilia pretended not to notice and leaned in further.

“W-wait…!”

“Excuse me?”

Lilia’s fingers slid up the inside of his thigh. Damon, startled, grabbed her hand to stop her. She looked at him with an expression that said she didn’t understand anything. Damon looked as if he could die from sheer disbelief.

Even if someone had no experience, no one could be so oblivious to such a blatant touch. He was sure she’d been caught, yet instead of being flustered, she wore such a shameless expression that he was left speechless.

“I’ll… bring it to you.”

“Oh my, thank you.”

Lilia smiled brightly and pulled back. Damon clenched his teeth and, using the tongs, served her some food onto her plate.

She recalled the sensation from earlier with a happy expression. His thigh was so firm. The more Lilia touched Damon’s body, the more she looked forward to the night. As she ate her steak, her eyes sparkled dangerously.

* * *

After dinner, Damon, claiming he was tired, hurried back to his room as if fleeing. It was a relief they had separate rooms. If not, he would have faced even more awkward situations.

Damon, trying to calm himself, entered the bathroom and took a leisurely shower. But when he came out, someone was sitting demurely on his bed. His steps halted, and the person on the bed slowly turned her head.

“Damon, you’re back?”

“Why are you… here…?”

“Isn’t it natural for a married couple to share a room? Let me dry your hair for you.”

Lilia smiled innocently as she approached and grabbed Damon’s hand, pulling him over. He was so flustered he couldn’t say a word and was dragged to the chair. Apparently, she’d already told the maids to leave, as the room was empty. Lilia picked up a towel and began drying his hair, all the while peeking at his chest in the mirror.

Having just finished showering, Damon was only wearing a towel around his waist. He seemed too flustered to realize, but to Lilia, this was a stroke of luck. If he’d been any later, she would have missed this wonderful sight.

Damon’s eyes darted about as if he might faint. A sweet rose scent wafted from Lilia as she drew close. He clenched his fists, trying to regain his composure, but it was no use. When Lilia finished roughly drying his hair, she tossed the towel to the floor and moved in close, running her fingers across his chest.

“Huh!!!”

“Oh my…”

Startled by the sudden touch, Damon let out a strange yelp and jumped. Lilia gave a captivating smile, and his face flushed red with embarrassment. Damon tried to stand, but couldn’t. Somehow, she pressed his shoulders down with surprising strength, making it impossible for him to move. Damon’s pupils shook violently at the power coming from her slender arms.

“Just stay still.”

She whispered softly in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. It was as if her words had become shackles—he couldn’t move at all.

“Touching you directly… it’s just so wonderful…”

Her hand slid smoothly over his chest, then moved lower. She was so curious if it was just as described in the novel. Lilia simply undid the knot of his towel.

‘…Is this real? Is he really human? How could it be this big?’

It didn’t even seem fully aroused, yet it was much larger than what she could hold with both hands. She wondered how big it would get when fully aroused, but she couldn’t stop now. Lilia swallowed hard and reached down to gently grasp his member.

“Hngh…!”

Damon’s body jolted and a small moan escaped him. Hearing that sound made her stomach flutter. Even without touching herself, she could feel herself getting wet. Lilia gently stroked his member. Under her hand, it twitched and grew even larger.

‘Oh my goodness…’

It was, with a little exaggeration, as thick as her forearm. She wondered if it could really fit inside, but she’d never know unless she tried.

“Lilia, that’s enough—”

“Who says?”

She smiled slyly, and with a soft touch, led him to the bed. He could have easily resisted, but didn’t. Damon lay on the bed and Lilia climbed on top of him. She gently caressed his chest with her hands.