2.2

Delphinel tilted the water jar to gather some water. Enough to wet a towel would suffice. 

‘Is my chest a toy? He kneaded it so much and didn’t even answer. I don’t need your evaluation either!’ 

Honestly, Red was completely outside her preference. 

Delphinel liked intelligent men. Height just enough to lean on his shoulder was sufficient. But Red was too tall, and his shoulders were hard as stone. 

A man with a child’s mind, a rock-like body, and only delicate hands… 

‘…Oh.’ 

As she lifted the hem of her nightgown in frustration, Delphinel realized that between her legs was wetter than ever. It glistened all the way up her inner thighs, making her wonder if a damp towel could clean it. 

‘Damn. Maybe it’s because I read two erotic novels in a row.’ 

…No, was it really entirely the novels’ fault? The moisture that hadn’t dried was still glistening. 

Delphinel tried to avoid facing reality as she took off her nightgown. Soon, her white and soft n*ked body was reflected in the bathroom mirror. 

Half of her life was spent growing up gracefully as the young lady of a baron’s family, and the other half was dedicated to study. 

A body without proper muscles, like it was sculpted from whipped cream… No, cancel that. It looked like whipped cream hastily squeezed out. 

‘Sitting all the time makes the fat gather in the hips and thighs. Isn’t there research that says this shortens lifespan? Maybe I should exercise.’ 

Delphinel had never evaluated her body aesthetically. She had enough of that nonsense during her childhood at the baron’s family, hearing, “You can’t marry well like this.” What mattered now was whether she could continue her research and studies with this body. 

But as her gaze moved upward and reached her chest, for the first time, she recalled someone else’s impression. 

‘He said it was soft and beautiful.’ 

Red’s touch was as gentle as if he were petting a puppy. But if she said his eyes seemed filled with desire, would it be her misunderstanding or wishful thinking? 

It felt like he touched her for a long time, yet there was no trace of him on her chest. 

‘…I thought there’d be something left.’ 

Perhaps, she had hoped for something to remain. 

If so, she could have carefully reviewed Red’s touch. 

Delphinel tried not to think about her chest anymore. Reading two erotic books was exhausting enough for one day. 

But when Delphinel brought the towel down with the intention of quickly washing and sleeping, her plan changed slightly. 

‘It’s really wet. At this rate… could that, that thing, fit in?’ 

She rubbed with the damp towel a couple of times. Before she knew it, her fingers were tracing the shape of her intimate area. 

‘It’s so slick all the way up… Here, no, further down, inside…’ 

“Hoo…” 

She was absolutely, absolutely not doing anything strange. She was just preparing for the next encounter with Red. She needed to know more about her body than Red did. She couldn’t exactly ask him to look inside with the lights on. 

Even thinking that, Delphinel’s other hand was kneading her chest. 

But the more she did, the more unsatisfied she felt. Red’s large hands weren’t like this. Even when lightly grasping, the top of her chest swelled noticeably. The rough skin felt through the clothes was more, more than this… 

“Ah, huh…!” 

* * * 

And in front of the closed bathroom door. 

“……”

Red was at a loss, holding the bucket of water that was sloshing around. He understood what those moans meant. He knew he should leave and pretend nothing happened. But his manhood, which seemed even more rigid than when he touched Delphinel’s chest, held him back. 

“Huh, mm…” 

Beyond the wooden door, Delphinel’s moans were muffled. 

Was she biting her lip to keep her voice down? 

However, the soundproofing of the bathroom was not great, and imagining her biting her lip drove Red even more insane. 

He wanted to see her twisted lips. He wanted to know what expression she had when she moaned, how she touched her own body… 

He cautiously set the bucket down. 

But there was only one thing he could do next. 

He loosened his waistband and grasped his throbbing manhood with both hands. 

‘Ha…’ 

His manhood had been rigid ever since Delphinel said, “My chest…” 

To hear such words from her small, elegant lips! And to be allowed to touch it? His manhood was so stiff he thought it might burst. 

‘Still, it was worth touching. I wouldn’t mind dying now.’ 

How could human flesh be so soft? It was amazing that it didn’t melt while he was touching it, and it felt like his brain was melting instead. 

‘…No, I can’t die. I want to touch her again.’ 

When he touched her earlier, he focused all his energy on remembering the shape. If another opportunity arose, he would be a bit rougher… 

‘No! Madame is small and fragile. I mustn’t hurt her!’ 

He felt it from the first night when he grasped his wife’s lower abdomen. Delphinel was truly soft, small, and fragile. If Red wasn’t careful, she could get hurt. 

Red transferred his desire to firmly grasp his wife’s chest into his grip on his manhood. The tip began to ooze something moist, as if waiting for this moment. 

‘I wondered why something like this comes out… Is it meant to make it easier to enter?’ 

But last time, when he first shared a bed with Delphinel, it didn’t help at all. 

‘…I really wanted to do it.’ 

It wasn’t just because Delphinel told him to. The crimson hole hidden beneath layers of thigh flesh nearly drove him out of his mind. 

‘That small, cute thing is… No, I must use kind words for Madame! Anyway, that’s the hole I can enter…’ 

Would I ever be able to enter it? 

His impatience grew, and his hand movements became increasingly rough. 

Meanwhile, beyond the bathroom door, Delphinel’s voice became thinner and higher. 

“Ah, ah, ah…” 

As her moans faded, a squelching sound echoed inside the bathroom. 

‘How is Madame touching herself in there? Is she lying down? Is she on her stomach like last time? With her hips raised high…’ 

Red intensified his grip as if to compensate for his lack of imagination. His manhood was hot, feeling like a piece of metal on an anvil. 

‘Even with just my hand, it feels this good.’ 

“Huh, ah… Mm…” 

‘If I could push deep inside her…’ 

“Ah, ah!” 

Suddenly, the image of Delphinel changed in Red’s mind. The setting was the bed. She was on her stomach with her hips raised, and Red was behind her like a dog clinging to its mate. She entrusted her soft, supple lower abdomen to him. 

He would firmly grasp his excited wife and push his manhood into that hole. The pressure would be incomparable to his hand. Ha, and if he shook his hips like mating dogs, she would lose her elegant words and whimper. 

If she, who couldn’t even moan properly, called his name while biting her lower lip like now… 

‘Delphinel…!’ 

His lower abdomen tightened. The climax was near. But he wanted to hold back a little.

Just for that moment, please let it be with her…! 

As Red unconsciously eased his grip, as if their thoughts connected, Delphinel spoke from inside the bathroom― 

“Edward…!” 

…Red’s hand slipped. 

‘Edward? Who is that?’

The unexpected name left him stunned. 

However, his excitement-filled manhood did not stop. Now it seemed that his manhood was moving his hand rather than the other way around. The throbbing manhood twitched vigorously in his hand― 

In the moment of pleasure when Red’s p*nis spurted white liquid.

Her excited voice muttered at the same time.

“Bastard…” 

‘……’ 

The most intense pleasure and a profound sense of emptiness attacked Red. 

Who would have thought he’d release while hearing the word “bastard”? 

Just moments ago, it felt like he was one with her. Now he felt as if he had been thrown beside someone else’s bed. 

Oh, he hadn’t expected her to call his name while she was at it, of course. 

Naturally. 

‘We didn’t marry for love… I’m just big and don’t even know how to use it properly…’ 

Red looked at his groin. Even after releasing so much, his manhood still hung heavily in his hand. It seemed like he could hammer with it. He tucked it away with a slightly miserable feeling. 

‘Who is Edward? A former lover? An ex-husband?’ 

Madame is beautiful, kind-hearted, and intelligent, so she must have had many past suitors. 

Surely, it’s the name of the best among them.

‘Is his manhood handsome too, unlike mine?’ 

Red cleaned up the floor. Overflowing with unnecessary fluid like a breeding stallion. 

Thankfully, Delphinel didn’t come out of the bathroom while he cleaned up. 

‘She’s not asleep, is she? I’ll check on her later to see if she’s okay.’ 

After placing the water bucket he had fetched in the hallway, Red headed to his room, specifically to the veranda with curtains and partitions.