2.3

Meanwhile, at that moment, Delphinel sat in the corner of the bathroom, clutching her forehead, thinking. 

‘Should I just die?’ 

She must be crazy. 

She knew her husband was outside the door, yet she did such a disgraceful thing! And she even let out moans. 

‘He probably thinks I didn’t notice…’ 

No matter how cautiously Red walked, he couldn’t prevent the floor from vibrating each time his heel touched it. 

‘Really, he’s such a fool.’ 

That was also a remark directed at herself. 

Delphinel raised her right hand. A long string of silver mucus stretched from the finger that had been inside her moments ago. 

‘I didn’t mean to do this.’ 

Truly, at first, she intended to just wipe below with a wet towel and leave. 

But once she started recalling Red’s touch, she couldn’t stop. 

The gentle hand tracing the shape of her chest was so soft, but the gaze that seemed to devour the flesh slipping through his fingers was so intense. When he lightly scratched the stiffened n*pple between his finger joints, she almost wanted to shout for him to squeeze harder. 

There were so many things she wanted to do, but he ran off, mumbling about a report. 

‘Well. Who would want to do anything with a woman who only talks about stiff things…’ 

Even trying to mimic his hand movements only made her miss his large hands more. 

Meanwhile, the hand holding the towel grew rougher. Who would believe her excuse of ‘I was just trying to clean below’? The way she used the wet towel was not so different from an animal persistently licking below. 

“Uh, ah… Uh.” 

At some point, she even dropped the towel. The more she wiped, the wetter it got, so it was pointless. Her awkwardly clenched fist pressed against her intimate area. Sometimes when the knuckle pressed against the sensitive spot, her waist lightly bounced. The silver spread all the way to her wrist. 

‘Red said he… does it himself…’ 

Delphinel had experience with self-pleasure too. It usually involved pressing and rubbing the area between her legs with a thick book spine or the edge of a chair. 

She had never tried anything beyond that. She was afraid of putting something inside her body. 

‘But I have to… try it once. I’m just checking if it can go in more easily now…’ 

Finding the spot between the soft folds wasn’t difficult. Delphinel squeezed her left br*ast tightly while slowly, gently circling her finger around the entrance, pushing it in. Her breath grew increasingly ragged with tension. 

…Around that time, the breathing outside the door also became slightly rougher. 

She had noticed that her husband had fetched water, given the sound of his bear-like footsteps and the sloshing water. 

‘This man really doesn’t listen overall.’

Writing a report, indeed. 

Just the rustling sound of his waistband was enough to know what was happening. 

But the feeling of annoyance didn’t last long. Instead, it was amusing. 

‘It means… I’m not the only one… so excited…’ 

“Mm…!” 

As soon as she thought that, her lower body twisted. Her fingers pressed tightly. Though startled by herself, it wasn’t easy to pull her wrist out from between her soft thighs. Her lower half seemed to be moving as if trying to swallow something. Even with awkward finger movements, her body responded honestly. 

“Uh, ah…” 

Meanwhile, the sound outside the door grew faster. Was it the sound of Red’s rolled-up sleeves brushing against something? He must be roughly rubbing that flesh she saw on the bed last time. As if he might push it inside… 

‘Uhh…’ 

Delphinel’s fingers moved faster too. Honestly, she didn’t know where felt good. But in her mind, sentences from the erotic novels she had read before began to cross. 

Damn young master. 

“What are you smearing on the master’s fingers? You’re so wet.”

“Begging for anything with your legs spread like a b*tch.”

“Sucking on me like you’ve been starving?”

‘No! I’m not that kind of woman…’ 

But damn young master number two, Edward’s lines struck Delphinel’s mind. 

“You’re wet because you want to accept my manhood, aren’t you?” 

‘I, I’m not like that…!’ 

But she couldn’t deny it. Since earlier, she had been imagining a manhood moving in and out of her. 

Wishing the heated flesh would push in a bit more roughly. To her, who shook her hips without shame, deeper… 

‘Ah, ah, now…!’ 

Her vision flashed white. 

As her waist bounced upward, Delphinel unwittingly spoke. 

The first name that came to mind. 

“Edward…!” 

…Was I crazy? 

She swore she wasn’t imagining that manhood! 

‘He just happened to be in the last situation I recalled!’ 

The thought of being screwed settled coldly over her still pleasure-soaked body. 

Above all, surely her husband heard this voice, didn’t he? 

Her still blank mind desperately turned. 

‘I need to fix this!’ 

And at times like this, humans generally make stupid choices. 

“Bastard…” 

Delphinel Redermoon’s clever mind quickly concluded the current situation. 

I’m really screwed. 

Even after Red went to his room pretending nothing happened, Delphinel couldn’t get up from the bathroom for a long time. 

It was embarrassing enough to pleasure herself while her husband listened, but to call out another man’s name! 

‘What if he asks who Edward is? No, then it would be like admitting he eavesdropped outside the bathroom… He’ll pretend not to know, right? Right?’ 

But if she really were asked, how should she answer? 

It would be troubling to be misunderstood as having an affair. Yet, telling the truth… 

I called out the name of the male protagonist from a recent erotic novel while pleasuring myself! 

‘Should I just die?’ 

While mentally listing ‘Top 5 Magical Ingredients That Kill Quickly,’ Delphinel suddenly recalled the scenery of her laboratory. 

Delphinel Redermoon. Her career seemed to be nothing but success as she secured a professorship faster than anyone in history. 

But her research was always filled with failures. That’s normal. Unless you’re a first-year undergraduate entering the lab for the first time, most professionals would be more surprised if their hypothesis were proven right on the first experiment. The real answers can only be found through countless failures. 

Life is the same. 

Delphinel hastily gathered her mental strength. 

‘I practiced, so it’s unfair. Let’s try inserting it once before dying.’ 

* * * 

Red, 22 years old. His only asset was his strong body. No education. No family. Worked hard in the forge all his life. With no money to be independent, his future wouldn’t be much different. 

Yet, he had a stroke of luck. 

Delphinel Redermoon. His perfect wife. 

“I’m off to school. I’ll be late today because I have to supervise an exam in the afternoon.” 

“Understood!” 

He thought professors were all bearded old men. 

But a woman not even thirty being a professor! His wife must be a very smart person.

“Oh, Red.” 

“Yes!”

“Yesterday, you brought water to the bathroom. I said I didn’t need it.” 

“…Yes.” 

“Thanks to you, I washed comfortably in the morning. Well done.” 

Red’s tense shoulders instantly relaxed. 

He was sure he’d be scolded with ‘Why did you do something I told you not to?’ 

Instead of scolding, she praised him, saying ‘Thanks to you, it was convenient.’ His wife was indeed mature and kind. 

“Thank you!” 

“No need to thank me. This is your home too. Relax.” 

Delphinel smiled softly, looking like an angel. 

The angel turned and left the house. Her simple navy dress fluttered as she walked away. Red stood there, waving his hand long after she was out of sight. 

* * * 

On the day Red was married off. The people at the forge commented that Delphinel seemed like someone who would make a good prison guard. 

“Look at her hair tied up so tightly without a strand out of place. She looks like she has a strict personality.” 

“Who would like her if she let down that frizzy brown hair?” 

“Ha ha ha! Right. A professor, huh? Seems like a real eccentric. Be careful not to get dragged into her lab. She looks like she’d calmly cut off someone’s leg without batting an eye.” 

Red agreed she was eccentric. A person who barges in and says ‘I’ll give you a place to sleep and food to eat, so let’s get married’ couldn’t be normal. 

But he could refute the rest of the evaluations after just one day of marriage. 

When Delphinel returned home and let down her hair, the moment her curly brown hair cascaded down her white neck was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Her light brown eyes were sharp like a hornet’s when she focused, but at other times, they were cute like a chubby bumblebee. 

‘Madame is smart! And beautiful!’ 

She even gave him the veranda to use as a bedroom. He thought ‘my own room’ was something only rich people could have! 

‘She’s kind too! I’m really lucky. Even if I get dragged into the lab a few months later, I’ll be happy!’