Chapter 9

In his dazed mind, he heard her voice.

“If it’s not working, then I’ll just have to go back to the usual way.”

“Wait, what…”

He looked up in surprise to see her lifting her nightgown and fastening a black belt around her hips. Lurua attached the d*ldo she’d set aside to the belt. It looked as if she now had a member herself—one that never lost its er*ction.

“Since you seem to enjoy this so much, maybe this is more effective than touching you in front. Don’t you think?”

“What are you saying, ah, no…”

Dandel was so flustered he couldn’t speak properly. Lurua ignored him and straddled him. His gaze fixed on the rod, no, the fake member between her legs. He’d forgotten about its existence. His eyes shook.

“No, that can’t go in, so…”

He reached out to stop her, stumbling over his words. He hadn’t thought it was so big before, but now it looked enormous. After being teased so much with just fingers, the thought of that thing going in made him panic.

Even without normal s*xual experience, he knew that bigger things meant more pleasure. And that wouldn’t be any different just because it was his rear. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t accept it. But whether it was panic or the lingering pleasure, he couldn’t speak properly.

“It’s too big, that’s…”

“Are you scared of something big?”

He nodded desperately. Trying to preserve his pride here would have been madness.

“Then should I just keep using my fingers?”

“Hng…”

However, with her next words, Dandel realized that Lurua had no intention of going easy on him. No matter how he answered, this act would continue. Perhaps, even if he didn’t answer at all.

As expected, while his mind was spinning, Lurua slyly grabbed his legs and spread them apart. The tip of the d*ldo, strapped to her pelvis, pressed against his opening. When she pushed with force, the firm tip parted the loosened entrance and invaded inside. Despite being thoroughly stretched, the small opening was forced open in an instant, making Dandel instinctively clutch the sheets.

“Ah, hii, hic…! No, uh…”

“Dandel, if you tense up like that… it’s harder to put it in.”

“Ah, ah, don’t… hng, it’s strange…”

“So it doesn’t hurt, right?”

As something much thicker than a finger pushed in, his insides were pressed relentlessly and his lower abdomen tingled. He was overwhelmed by a primal fear that he couldn’t control his body, and tears spilled from his eyes. If only Lurua had the sense to comfort him, but she was already lost in her own passion.

“Ah, hng, it’s deep, too much, hng…”

Finally, when her pelvis was pressed flush against his lower body, his member weakly released. Looking up at his face, she saw a completely dazed expression. The pleasure was so intense he didn’t even seem to realize he had cl*maxed.

The sensation of being filled deep inside, somewhere he’d never expected, made stars dance before his eyes. No, this was scary, dangerous…

The warnings blaring in his mind were powerless. Right now, he couldn’t control his body at all.

“I didn’t expect your opening to be this sensitive.”

“Hic, ah… don’t move, uh, hng…”

Lurua unconsciously moved her hips. Of course, a fake member couldn’t feel anything, but she could sense how tightly he squeezed her with each push and pull. Realizing that made her flush with heat. After all, every adult woman harbors such desires inside.

“Hng, ah, wa, wait… hng…”

“If you’re this sensitive, can you really be cured? What if you spend your whole life leaking like this?”

“You… hng, please… uh, hng…”

Maybe because she was so excited, teasing words spilled out automatically. She’d always tried not to say anything unnecessary in front of him, but tonight, it seemed impossible.

“Ah, hng… stop, hic, Lurua…”

But how could she possibly stop, seeing him like this?

She moved her hips quickly, watching him writhe on the bed. His inability to control his body, his trembling movements, awakened a sadistic urge within her—a feeling she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with, but now it took the lead.

He’d gone so far, he couldn’t even keep himself up anymore, just leaking helplessly. With his legs spread and his hips barely twitching, she wondered if premature issues were really the problem, or if he could ever have proper s*x at all.

Unless she was the one doing the thrusting, like now.

“Haa, hng. Uh…”

“Marquis?”

In the end, he couldn’t even moan anymore, just let out weak breaths through his exhausted throat. Only then did Lurua come back to herself, feeling the fog in her mind begin to clear.

Dandel’s lips moved as if to speak, but he lost consciousness. His body was covered with all sorts of fluids. At some point, he’d cl*maxed again, and clear liquid ran down his split abs.

He wasn’t just sleeping from exhaustion—he’d clearly fainted. Seeing his condition, Lurua couldn’t help but think so. She reluctantly pulled out the d*ldo that had been moving inside him. The reddened, swollen opening looked clearly overworked.

‘This is a bit much…’

She carefully brushed his hair so as not to wake him. The shimmering silver strands slipped through her fingers and fell beautifully, especially in contrast to his tear-stained eyes.

Somehow, nights with him always ended like this. She’d have to apply medicine to his rear in the morning. Lurua lay down on the bed herself, closing her eyes.

In the end, Lurua’s plan failed.

When she woke up in the morning, Dandel was already gone from her bedroom. Seeing he’d left first after such a night, she thought he must have impressive stamina. Of course, it was partly because Lurua slept until midday.

He couldn’t be feeling well, so where did he rush off to? Actually, in all three nights they’d spent together, only once had he still been there when she woke up, but she couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

She wanted to watch his sleepy face, apply medicine, or use the excuse of helping his aching hips to touch his cute opening and firm body. If she wanted that, she’d have to become much more diligent herself—a nearly impossible task, which was a shame.

But that wasn’t the only problem.

“Chloe.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“About that plan mentioned before, to lock up my husband—what do you think?”

Chloe paused while brushing her hair. In the mirror, her expression said, ‘Here it comes.’

“Didn’t you decide to live kindly?”

“I take it back.”

“Why all of a sudden? Well, I guess I know the reason…”

Chloe resumed brushing, the rhythmic sound bringing a sense of calm.

“Is it because the Marquis has been keeping to himself lately?”

“I think he’s avoiding me.”

“No way. He’s probably just busy.”

Despite Chloe’s words, Lurua was already convinced. Chloe didn’t know, but Lurua had her own suspicions.

“Did I go too far?”

Chloe’s expression shifted subtly, as if thinking, ‘You must have done something at your last night together…’ And she was right.

Would making her husband faint from rear stimulation count as an accident?

So that’s probably why he’d been avoiding her for a week now.

“If you’re really worried, why not ask the butler and visit him in his office?”

Chloe interrupted Lurua’s thoughts before they could go too far—otherwise, she’d surely come to an extreme conclusion.

“Should I? I’ll do that today. Surely he’ll show up for at least an hour.”

“I’ll ask the butler to let you know when the Marquis arrives.”

“Good, thank you.”

Dandel arrived a little after lunchtime. As soon as she heard from the butler, Lurua headed to his office. The sound of the tray’s wheels rolling across the smooth floor echoed. The butler watched her nervously, but Lurua didn’t notice.

Without knocking, she burst into the office. Dandel, sitting at his desk, looked at her in shock.

He hadn’t expected her to come like this.

“What is this…?”

“My husband, you’ve been hard to find lately.”

Lurua waved the butler away and brought the tray into the office. She closed the door with a determined, lively gesture.

“I came to have tea together.”

Her eyes blazed, as if to say, ‘Let’s talk.’ Dandel realized she wouldn’t give up easily. A small sigh escaped him.

“…Please, have a seat.”

Lurua quickly sat on the sofa, taking cups from the tray and pouring tea—clearly not about to leave easily. Dandel reluctantly sat across from her.

“What’s this about?”

“You’ve been avoiding me lately.”

He didn’t answer, but just by not denying it, he’d basically admitted it. He picked up the teacup to soothe his dry throat.