Gulp. Even though she swallowed, the sound was too loud. Loud enough to be heard in this quiet room.

Maverick slightly lowered his head and smiled.

“What made you so angry to do this?”

Why was it, that softened voice… Hearing that kind tone she had never heard before, Rose’s heart began beating wildly. Her cheeks, which hadn’t flushed even at the peak of drunkenness, turned a bright red.

“…When I splashed the water from the flower vase, you looked at me like it was nothing.”

“Yes, I wondered what eccentric thing you were doing again.”

“My body is amazing though.”

Maverick’s eyes turned downward. The blatant gaze toward her *rect n*pples made what was already sensitive become even more so. Her legs crossed involuntarily. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut at the w*tness below.

“Your n*pples, they’re usually inverted. Are they perhaps inverted n*pples?”

“……”

Rose felt her face growing even redder. Indeed, her n*pples were like that. But how could such a matter-of-fact voice sound so explicit and wet?

Despite feeling some shame, Rose couldn’t take her eyes off the face that was facing her, dripping wet. Almost enough to reach out and gently touch his cheek.

“…Beautiful.”

Maverick didn’t stop her.

“I want you.”

Rose’s green eyes. Eyes filled with clear desire. Maverick smirked once again.

“You were right beside me. For the past two years you were holed up at home and never gave me a glance, why the sudden change of heart?”

“……”

Rose couldn’t answer. No, she wasn’t in a state to answer. She could only let her body be led wherever Maverick pulled.

“Won’t you regret this?”

Their breaths mingled, close enough for their lips to touch. There was a taut line ahead. It seemed to make its presence known, asking if she knew there would be no turning back once crossed.

“…Put it in. Your c*ck.”

“Alright.”

Maverick took Rose’s hand and guided it to his waistband.

“Since you seem to prefer such lewd, dirty, and vulgar language, shall we play that way?”

Even in her drunken state, Rose was startled.

‘Sh*t, what is this…’

She felt something enormous against her thigh. Rose could pride herself on not being inexperienced with men, but this was a size she’d never felt before. Her drunkenness slightly cleared as cold sweat seemed to form.

“Try taking it.”

But it was already too late, before her was only a man pulling her close, carrying lustful desire instead of contempt.

* * *

“Ah, hng, ugh…”

Rose was willful even in bed. One’s personality doesn’t change just because they’re in bed. She was only satisfied when she had control in her hands. If something didn’t please her, she wouldn’t hesitate to scold. In fact, someone had been thrown out mid-undressing. When rumors spread that that person developed erectile dysfunction due to psychological factors, Rose’s ruthlessness became gossip once again.

“Stop, st–op…!”

Rose kicked the broad shoulders repeatedly in disgust at the fingers filling her lower parts tightly. But her opponent lightly grabbed her ankle and kissed her ankle bone. Then bit down hard with his teeth.

“Weren’t you saying you preferred it dirty and vulgar?”

“Wait, I’m, cu- ah! Aah! Coming! Com– ack!”

As the probing fingers withdrew, Rose’s lower body trembled shallowly. How many times had she come already? She couldn’t count after the third time. What a truly mischievous man.

‘Your p*ssy is so tight, how could I possibly fit in?’

Rose remembered Maverick who had taken her cl*toris in his mouth as soon as they undressed. That’s when it started. How many times she had reached climax alone. Rose gazed at Maverick through hazy eyes. His lips were glistening.

Just looking made her heat up.

“Your hole keeps gushing non-stop. Like I saw on the couch.”

“Ugh, don’t, say that…”

“Ah, if you don’t like such vulgarity. What did you do with other men?”

“Hng, ah, stop, come in. Put it in, put it in! Ah!”

“You can barely handle my fingers and you’re trembling like this, how brave of you.”

“Aaah!!”

While Rose was catching her breath after reaching another climax, the sound of a buckle being undone was heard. Rose was left speechless at the enormous p*nis that appeared, throbbing.

‘How can a man’s c*ck…’

How could it look so frightening? Not only was it huge, but veins were protruding over the red skin. Rose gulped.

‘Holy sh*t!’

My god, holy–super holy sh*t. Is this size even possible in this world? Her mind, which had just reached climax, briefly sparkled with curiosity. Maverick clicked his tongue, seemingly displeased and aligned himself with Rose’s entrance.

“Ah…. Ah. AHH! Maverick, ugh, wait, WAIT!”

“I thought you preferred it rough.”

Rose’s legs kicked at Maverick repeatedly, but his c*ck penetrated her regardless. She thrashed like a fish speared on a harpoon. Her insides trembled with electricity. A white world crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She had reached *rgasm just from his entry alone.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut, not knowing how to handle this unfamiliar pain and climax. Good heavens, was everything she’d experienced until now not real s*x?

This kind of pleasure that made her whole body tingle was a first. It was so deep it was almost frightening.

“Relax.”

“Ha, haah, wait, I just, just came! Ah!”

“Ngh, you’re going to break my c*ck.”

Rose felt her legs being lifted up. As if determined not to give her time to recover from her climax, Maverick thrust his hips roughly. His c*ck invaded her passage and slammed against her cervix.

“Ah, ungh, c-coming, st-stop, ah! Aaahn!”

Rose felt dizzy. Tears welled up and streamed down her face from the overwhelming climax.

Thwap, thwap! The sounds of flesh slapping and moans filled the entire room.

Maverick licked and bit every inch of Rose’s body with beast-like eyes. As if he was marking her as his alone.

Her left *reola already bore Maverick’s teeth marks. It would likely swell into a visible wound by tomorrow. A fierce satisfaction flickered in Maverick’s eyes.

Slap, slap!

Maverick’s p*bic hair slapped against Rose’s gr*in. White foam formed at her entrance, evidence of their lovemaking.

“So tight, seeing how you’re stretched… ha, huh, seems other men… couldn’t fill you this deep.”

“Ahng, aaahn! Maverick, harder, harder! Hnngh, ah!”

Her vision shook wildly. She hadn’t been able to see clearly through her tears for a while now. The alcohol guided her to a heaven far beyond what she could normally reach. Amidst the dizziness and gasping breaths that threatened to steal her consciousness, Rose felt joy and sadness simultaneously.

Was she happy?

Yes, she was happy.

“Good, so good… ungh, ah! Aahn! Ah! Hu, huh!”

So this was what it felt like to be fulfilled not just physically but in her heart as well.

Why hadn’t she known this in her past life? If she hadn’t experienced death, she might never have known in this life either.

The thought that she might have lost the man before her by her own hands made her sad, and…

Having him in her grasp now made her happy.

“Ungh, ah, no. No.”

Rose could tell Maverick was reaching his climax.

“Inside, cum inside…”

She mumbled something about being on birth control, but it was a complete lie. Why would they need birth control now that they were married?

She felt Maverick hesitate for a moment. Rose was gripped by fear that he might pull out. She squeezed out the words that she knew from experience would affect him most.

“You’re… the first… to c*m inside…”

And thwap! Far from pulling out, Rose moaned at the continued rough thrusts, closing her eyes. Everything seemed to turn white again.

When she managed to open her eyes, she saw a face that no longer suited abstinence, completely disheveled.

Could this be what a gaze lost to lust looked like?

Snap, something seemed to break within him.

Something warm spread inside her passage.

“Don’t think too much about today, wife.”

Along with a chillingly low voice.

Rose slowly closed her eyes.

* * *

Rose briefly opened her eyes at dawn.

‘Ugh, my head hurts…’

The sky was at its darkest just before sunrise, as they say. The sun would rise and day would break soon. Rose’s body was moving. As her blurry eyes slowly looked down, she saw a man gripping her waist and thrusting his c*ck.

How many times had they done it?

Three times — this was all Rose could remember. And that was just counting Maverick’s ejaculations.

For each time Maverick cl*maxed, Rose had reached *rgasm at least three times, which made it impossible for her to keep track. It would be understandable if the sheets were completely soaked with the scent of s*men.

“Hnng, ah…. Aaahn…!”

A thoroughly hoarse voice let out a moan. Maverick was suddenly staring into Rose’s eyes. He pulled his c*ck out. s*men gushed out in waves. The milky white liquid dripped down steadily. Maverick calmly pushed the s*men back in with his fingers.

“You asked me to c*m inside, yet you’re letting it spill. You should swallow it all.”

“…Ah, Maverick. No more.”

Maverick didn’t respond. He just kept pressing it back in repeatedly.

“I want to plug this hole.”

Such a lewd statement.

Surely there couldn’t be anyone more ascetic than him normally. He seemed so devout that one might wonder if he had secretly joined a temple. Who would have known he was capable of such a passionate night? Though his complete transformation made him seem like a different person, Rose liked this side of him too.

‘Only I get to see this.’

I’m his first. Satisfaction and contentment moistened her heart. Just as she felt a pleasant flutter, his warmth enveloped her.

“…Go to sleep.”

Why? That voice was different from the cold, teasing, and dark one that had controlled and tormented her all night. It was gentle, but seemed to carry a hint of pain.

Why?

But Rose couldn’t open her eyes. Intense fatigue overwhelmed her.