1.3

“You’re doing just fine. Just do that.” 

“Is it okay if I just do what I know?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then, I’ll try my best!” 

Red took a deep breath and finally placed his knee on the bed. Maybe because of his large build. The bed tilted, and she felt herself being pulled down. Her chest churned. 

Delphinel gripped the bedspread and endured the sensation— 

But endurance was brief. She felt Red’s large hand grab her body, and in an instant, he flipped her over. 

“…Red?” 

In the dim darkness, she had been lying on the bed looking up at her husband. Now, all she saw was the pillow. 

Like when she was a child, lying over her mother’s lap to be spanked… 

She tried to turn her body in bewilderment and shame, but Red was faster in grabbing her hips. His large hand naturally fixed her hip bone in his grasp like fitting a puzzle. 

She couldn’t move just by having her hips held. 

Behind her prone back, Red’s voice reached her. 

“I’ve only seen dogs mating.” 

“Oh…”

 So, he intended to approach their first coupling like dogs? 

A surge of anger and heat rose within her. But Delphinel gritted her teeth. If she said anything, her husband would surely run away, saying, ‘I don’t know anything! I’m sorry!’ She had to endure, gathering all her patience from her past life! 

‘…But really, this isn’t right!’ 

Damn it. 

The only consolation was that her humiliating pose, bent over with her backside raised like a dog, was hidden in the darkness. 

However, when something touched her backside, Delphinel nearly screamed. 

‘An arm?’ 

No, an arm wouldn’t feel like this. 

Could it be, could this be his aroused ‘thing’? And was it really going to enter my body? 

Delphinel buried her face in the pillow. Surely, as her nanny had said, it would hurt immensely. Moreover, this man would probably thrust without any consideration. What could she expect from a commoner who hadn’t even received proper s*x education? He would probably do it like a dog. 

Ah, it reminded her of old memories. Watching the Baron’s hunting dogs mate without understanding what it was, only to be dragged away by the head maid… 

No, wait. 

Delphinel halted her drifting thoughts and broke the silence. 

“Red. Why aren’t you doing anything?” 

“I’m sorry! I don’t know where to put it!” 

“……” 

“Can I turn on the light?” 

“No!” 

“Alright! I’ll figure it out!” 

Maybe because of the harsh life at the forge. 

This man, trying to solve things without talking back, was quite commendable. 

But she couldn’t just praise him. 

“…Is it here? Is this the hole?” 

“No! No! Turn on the light right now!” 

Nothing good would come of it! 

At her near-scream, Red hurriedly backed off and turned on the light. Meanwhile, Delphinel couldn’t lift her head. 

Dear God. How has humanity not gone extinct? Why doesn’t coupling proceed instinctively but instead becomes a weave of humiliation and anger at every moment! 

“Oh, Madam. Your body is all red! Are you hurt?” 

“…For the next 10 minutes, don’t ask me anything. I allowed you to turn on the light, so figure it out.” 

“Yes!” 

He responded well. 

Was it because he learned like that at the forge? Whenever Delphinel went to order experimental tools at the forge, he always answered, “Yes!” It was the same when his superior gave him harsh orders. Maybe that’s why his scarred hands inside his tattered gloves always caught her eye. 

And now, Red was firmly gripping her backside with that scarred hand, while his other hand probed between the gaps. 

“Uh… Excuse me, I’m sorry.” 

“……!” 

She could tell he was trying to be careful, but his hands, accustomed to hammering metal, weren’t gentle. His rough fingertips traced the inside of her thighs. And the innermost, most private flesh parted with a sticky sound in the silence. 

“It seems like… Ah, I won’t ask.” 

Red’s trembling voice flowed down her back and pooled at her waist. Meanwhile, in the silence, a strange tickle began to climb up her spine, following his fingers. Oddly, the tips of her toes felt tingly. 

She wished he would ask something. So, she could vent this strange, unsettling feeling that was swirling inside her. 

“It’s too small to call a hole… I don’t know if I should say this, but, uh, it’s pretty.” 

“Just do your job!” 

“Yes!” 

Ah, she ended up blurting something out. Was it just her imagination, or did her voice sound strangely high-pitched? Delphinel buried her face in the pillow again and deliberately rubbed her head vigorously. She didn’t want to hear anything. Not even the sound of her own heartbeat. Not the pounding sensation in her ears, nor the clueless voice of that man. 

“This seems to be the hole. Something is forming little by little here…” 

And the sound of his hand, cautiously finding its way between the tender, red flesh, touching something moist and rubbing it against his hand. 

Red took a deep breath as if he had resolved himself. 

“I’m going to do it.” 

His body slowly approached. Delphinel glanced between her legs while lying prone. Behind her trembling thighs, his thick thighs, like those of a horse, came closer. The shadow of his scrotum loomed. And then, what briefly appeared and disappeared between his legs— 

‘Is that a log?’ 

“…Ugh.”

Red’s thing began to intrude. He was the first to swallow his breath. 

“Madam, slowly… I’ll do it, whew.” 

Meanwhile, Delphinel struggled even to breathe evenly. 

“…!” 

‘What is this, really…? Do people actually do this?’ 

It’s easy to say. Just combine the protruding flesh with the recessed flesh and it’s done. 

But from the moment she saw Red’s thing to the pressure she felt now, her whole body was screaming that something was wrong. 

‘Do people really do this…? Then I can somehow endure it…’ 

It was no different from trying to push a kitten into a mouse hole, or perhaps a foal. Her entire body felt crushed by him. Yes, the nanny said it would hurt. She said it would be tough. Others must experience this too. 

She tried to whisper these reassurances to herself, attempting to endure a little longer. 

But Red uttered something shocking. 

“Now, ugh, the head seems to be going in…” 

“The head? …The gl*ns? Just that?” 

“Yes. Just a moment…” 

“…!” 

Suddenly, a dreadful weight pressed down on her. 

Red’s large body covered her back. The rough, bumpy body she had only seen through his shirt was as hot as iron. What followed was a sensation close to pain, as his p*nis pushed deeper into her. 

A red alarm sounded in her mind. 

‘No, this is not okay, really not okay.’ 

Something she could never accommodate inside her was trying to force its way in. It felt like being crushed under a pestle. Saying she couldn’t breathe wasn’t just a metaphor. 

She felt she had to retract her earlier words of ‘figure it out yourself.’ Pride was worthless compared to being crushed to death! 

As Delphinel barely turned her head to say something, 

“Ugh…” 

All that escaped her lips was a short moan, and at that moment, 

“Wait… Your leg length doesn’t match… It doesn’t seem to go in.” 

“…!” 

Red’s large hand supported her lower belly. 

She meant to say ‘just a moment.’ 

“Ah, ah—” 

But all that came out were fragments of sighs. 

Meanwhile, Red exclaimed at the soft belly that fit into his grip. 

“Madam, your belly is like a puppy waking up. Warm and soft…” 

“Uh, ugh, that’s…” 

Is that the issue, you damned fool? 

Her long speech about pulling out that thing clearly not meant to be inside a human, turning off the lights, leaving, and forgetting tonight was cut off by her ragged breathing. Red’s hand raised her higher. Delphinel’s knees slowly lifted off the sheet, weight shifting to her elbows. 

But that’s not the problem. 

Her lower body drawing closer, preparing to delve deeper with the p*nis… 

“I’m going in.” 

“Ah, wait…!” 

Her breath caught. Her entire lower body felt like it was being crushed. The only sensation alive was focused on the hand cradling her belly. While his p*nis pushed in recklessly, why were his hands, wrapping around her pelvis and caressing her belly, so careful? 

Oddly, heat seemed to rise inside her belly. She wished those rough fingers would stroke her lower belly. 

There was a reason. It seemed that doing so might let her forget the pain below. That was all… 

Her body was lifted higher, and as her tense feet brushed the sheet, Delphinel cried out like a scream. 

“Ugh… It’s all in, right?” 

Red’s answer was despairing. 

“Almost none of it went in.” 

“…What?” 

“It’s too tight, whew, it hurts me a bit too… If you could relax a little…” 

His voice mixed with a hint of a groan. It seemed he was struggling too. But he didn’t seem to intend to let go of her pelvis. If she relaxed even a little, he might thrust the p*nis right in. 

In the silence, Delphinel spoke. 

“…You.” 

“Yes?” 

“Pull that thing out!” 

She had reached her limit.