2.1 If You Made A Mistake In Designing The Research Survey, Make Up for It Yourself, Professor

Telling a grown man, “Suck my chest,” was embarrassing enough to make her want to die just thinking about it. 

‘Isn’t there another way? If I ask him to suck and it doesn’t work, it would be even more embarrassing!’ 

But she couldn’t confirm it directly either. When her head felt like it was going to explode, escaping reality was the best solution. 

‘That’s enough for today! Let’s just sleep.’ 

Delphinel lay down on her pillow as if collapsing, but got up shortly after. She felt that if she fell asleep with her lower body wet, she might have a nightmare. Like waking up to find herself lying in the hallway of the mansion, hearing the footsteps of the young master approaching. Eventually, she headed back to the bathroom. 

The water jar was almost empty. It was only natural since both of them had washed once. 

‘To get more water, I’d have to go to the communal faucet…’ 

While she was contemplating whether to wet a towel and just clean herself before sleeping, she heard her husband’s voice from behind. 

“Madame—Professor? What are you doing at this hour?” 

“Oh, Red. I was thinking of washing up.” 

“Didn’t you shower earlier?” 

“…I got sweaty while studying.” 

“You’re amazing! Just a moment. I’ll go fetch some water!” 

Red smiled brightly and picked up two buckets. 

‘Oh, really. Sometimes he frustrates me, but he’s a good man.’ 

Delphinel looked at Red, thinking to herself, ‘You young masters, you bastards, take a lesson from a man like this.’ 

Beneath his thin nightclothes, his body was like a sculpture of stone, seemingly unbreakable even with a hammer. Above that, his innocent green eyes, which didn’t match his body at all, looked at Delphinel. 

At the beginning of their marriage, she was embarrassed just to see him in his nightclothes and only looked at his face. 

Now that she was used to his nightclothes, his pure gaze was more burdensome. 

…Especially when she thought about what she had to say. 

“Red, wait a moment. I have something to ask you.” 

“Go ahead.” 

“There’s absolutely no strange intention. I’m just asking for the sake of the future!” 

“Huh? Yes, I’ll answer anything.” 

Delphinel desperately chose her words. 

To a man who didn’t even know the word “p*nis” and called it something else, what should she say? 

The sentence she finally chose was— 

“D-do my br*asts arouse you?” 

…After making such a short sentence, Delphinel retraced what she had just said. 

‘What nonsense did I just say?’ 

Arouse, really. Is this the word a professor should choose? 

Heavens, those damn erotic books have finally invaded my professor’s mind! 

Delphinel wanted to believe she was hearing things. But seeing Red frozen as well, it seemed that the words had indeed come out of her mouth. 

‘Damn it!’ 

At least he understood, so there was no need to explain further. 

She couldn’t take back her words, so it was better to move forward. 

Delphinel gently lifted her chest, which was faintly silhouetted beneath her thin nightgown, with both arms and asked. 

“My chest, is it the size you like, that, that kind of size, or something like that?”

“……” 

“I’m not asking for a weird reason! To plan smooth s*xual exchanges between us, we need to gather data about the environment first, right? Moreover, as a factor, the preferences you perceive can affect peripheral sensations, so we need to premise that and plan…” 

Even with the cushioning of nonsense, the embarrassment didn’t disappear. Red’s face turned red up to his scalp. 

Fortunately, this earnest man didn’t shy away from answering. 

“…Professor. As I’ve said, I’ve never been with a woman. All I know about br*asts is what the forge brothers joked about. I don’t know enough to say what I like or dislike.” 

“You must have m*sturbated. What did you use to stimulate yourself?” 

“The forge brothers’ jokes, or serial novels in thin magazines. The illustrations were all torn out by the brothers. If I was lucky, maybe a theater poster…” 

He had hardly experienced any visual stimulation. 

What exactly was in his s*xual imagination? 

While pondering, Delphinel suddenly realized that Red had been staring at her chest ever since she asked the question. Her n*pples were making their presence known through her nightgown. 

It would be silly to cover her chest out of late embarrassment. Delphinel acted as if nothing was amiss. She was blushing, but it was better than her husband. 

“Alright. That was a foolish question. I should have asked if you’ve ever experienced it before asking what you like. Just pretend you didn’t hear—” 

“Wait a moment! Um, I’ve been thinking about how I could answer you!” 

“Yes?” 

“Can I touch your br*asts?” 

“…What?” 

“…I’m sorry! Did I say something bad again? I mean, your chest! Your chest! What’s the more elegant term for it?” 

“It’s fine, it’s chest! Just touch my chest now!” 

“Yes, yes! Then, excuse me!” 

Thump. 

Red’s large hand rested on Delphinel’s nightgown. Her chest lightly swayed, and Red swallowed hard. 

“It’s softer than your lower abdomen! Is it really okay to touch? Won’t it hurt?” 

“It’s human flesh! It won’t break just because you touch it!” 

“Then, I’ll be gentle!” 

Red finally moved his fingers. Like a chef lightly grasping salt, his touch was soft and slow. Her chest slowly shifted. 

“Wow… It’s like a leather pouch filled with soup.” 

Biologically, it wouldn’t be different. Leather filled with fat and blood. 

Delphinel swallowed such a cynical retort. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to ruin the mood. 

She simply wanted to keep watching this man, who was handling her body so carefully. 

Was he afraid it might break, shatter, or leave a mark? Yet, he meticulously traced the contours of her chest through the nightgown with his hand. 

“It’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched.” 

“Isn’t that an exaggeration?” 

“It’s true. How could a blacksmith mix falsehoods into what he does with his hands?” 

“……” 

It was an unexpectedly sincere answer. 

Delphinel looked at his large, scarred hands. 

She realized anew that this man’s main job was as a blacksmith. Those who create the sharpest and coldest things using the bluntest and hottest tools. 

I always thought of him as a clumsy man, but when working in the hot forge, did he have such serious eyes? Was his touch also gentle? 

…and, was he this persistent? 

“Ha… Your chest is really beautiful, Madame.” 

“It’s hidden by clothes, how can you know it’s beautiful…?” 

“When you make a living with this, your hands become your eyes.” 

“……” 

It was the first time she felt such a serious gaze. And a slow touch she had never imagined. 

His large hand gathered and supported her chest, tracing its soft form from the edges with his palm. He seemed to consciously avoid touching her n*pple, but… 

His delicate touch repeatedly traced over her ar*ola, where the sensation would clearly feel different. His fingers brushed past her n*pple as if pretending not to notice. It would have been less stimulating if he had twisted and grasped it instead. 

Delphinel’s breathing gradually became ragged. 

‘It feels strange… It wasn’t like this when I touched it earlier.’ 

Heat rose from her chest. And her legs involuntarily tensed. 

The depiction from the erotic novel she read earlier came back to her. 

Rachel, that woman couldn’t even stand properly when the young master sucked her chest. 

Delphinel felt she could understand that sensation. Her body leaned more and more, and her thighs clung together and then parted repeatedly. As if waiting for the stimulation to penetrate through. Breath escaped her lips in excitement. If she let her guard down even a little, she felt she might moan. 

Delphinel bit her lower lip and looked at her husband. 

How was Red feeling? 

His gaze was intensely focused. His breathing seemed to be quickening too… 

“Red, answer me now…” 

“……” 

“What do you want to do?” 

The question had changed. 

More precisely, the answer she wanted to hear from her husband had become clear. 

‘Tell me. That you want to knead it mercilessly, suck it, twist the n*pple, and put it deep into your mouth…’

Delphinel was surprised at herself, swallowing her breath. What were these vulgar and shameless descriptions? 

Meanwhile, Red, who had been kneading her chest for quite a while, seemed startled by her reaction. His eyes widened like a rabbit hearing thunder, just from the sound of her breath. 

“Madame…? I’m, I’m sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to do anything with your chest!” 

“Oh, no.” 

“I handled it like it was my own thing, so it’s natural you’d be startled. I’ll stop now, please rest!” 

“Wait! What about what I asked earlier?” 

“I’ll submit it as a report in the format you like, Professor! I’ll quickly fetch the water!” 

Red carefully released Delphinel’s chest and turned quickly. 

But his walking pace was ridiculously slow. He awkwardly grasped the water bucket at an odd height and shuffled away. 

‘Ha, is he teasing me? Is he saying I should grab him if I want more?’ 

She couldn’t stand to look at him. Annoyed, Delphinel shouted. 

“There’s no need to fetch water for the bathroom. I’ll manage with what’s left, just go to sleep!” 

“Ah, no! I’ll be right—” 

Bang, the bathroom door closed.