2.4

But the expectation was shattered in another direction. 

A few months after the marriage. 

He realized that Delphinel’s body was really… incredibly alluring, enough to drive someone crazy. 

Perhaps it would have been better not knowing. 

Just seeing her dressed neatly for work made him recall her n*ked body on the bed, making him painfully aroused. 

The curve created by her slender waist and soft hips was so captivating. He wanted to lay her down on the bed and slowly lick up the curve of her dipped back. 

How beautiful would her hips look shaking while he thrust like an animal? It would be a sight to see even if they glistened with sweat. If that curve was smeared with his release… 

‘I feel like I’m going to burst again…’ 

After pleasuring himself in front of the bathroom last night. 

Even after returning to his room, and again in the early morning, Red had to grab himself and shake. It wasn’t optional. How could he endure when she kept panting in his mind? 

‘I need to eat breakfast.’ 

Breakfast or whatever. 

There was only one thing he wanted to shove into his mouth. 

The soft br*asts Delphinel had lifted in front of him. 

He wanted to squeeze them tightly enough to leave handprints. He wanted to crush them in his hands completely. He wanted to tickle them. He wanted to shove them into his mouth. 

Red loosened his pants string. His heated manhood sprang out immediately. The tip was already sticky with prec*m. 

Well, he decided to think positively. The more there is, the better he can thrust. 

‘Delphinel… Madame. Can I put it in?’ 

In his imagination, she let out moans through her plump lips, but her gaze remained cool. Damn, even that made him unbearably aroused; this life was truly hopeless. 

‘Touch the br*asts, then… What next?’ 

He wanted to see more of her br*asts. 

To thrust, he needed to lay Delphinel down. Like a dog. 

That was the only ‘thrusting position’ Red knew, and also the only n*ked image of Delphinel he could recreate in his fantasies. It was the only thing he had seen, after all. 

The problem was that their leg lengths were too different, making it hard to align positions, but he thought he could lift her abdomen to adjust. 

‘I want to touch her abdomen again.’

Even if it wasn’t the abdomen, anywhere would be fine. 

No, he wanted to touch everything. 

The soft abdomen, thighs that were surprisingly soft despite their thickness, the firm pelvis, br*asts like fermented dough, the curve of her back. 

All of it was a chaotic mess in Red’s mind, squeezing out pleasure. 

‘Delphinel, Delphinel, Delphinel…!’ 

Red rubbed himself more vigorously. It was frustrating. Why was his manhood unnecessarily thick, unable to fit into Madame’s body? Even if he got angry, it only twitched more as if fighting his hand. 

When the pleasure that swept over his abdomen surged forward, Red instinctively clenched his molars. 

But then he remembered that no one was home. 

He let out the sound he hadn’t released last night. 

“…Ugh, Del, phinel…!” 

At the same time, his manhood twitched like a snake’s head and released. 

It was already the second time he pleasured himself this morning, yet the release was still thick. 

Red hung his head in self-reproach. 

“Sigh…” 

People usually forget how to pleasure themselves during their honeymoon. He heard they pull down the curtains and cling to each other whenever their eyes meet. 

Of course, he hadn’t expected such things initially. He married for a room, not daring to think he’d be equal to her. 

But hearing her say ‘I need to become pregnant’ made his mind chaotic. 

‘Madame doesn’t necessarily have to make a child with her legal husband. I failed once… If I fail a second time, she’ll make a child with another man, right?’ 

Then, would the man who gets the chance be the one she called in the bathroom, ‘Edward’? 

With such a sophisticated name, he surely seemed like a noble. His education would be high, and he’d have lots of money. Unlike Red, who got scolded for using crude words, his speech would be elegant. 

‘No! Stop thinking about it!’ 

Red quickly finished his task. Pleasuring himself twice made him hungry. He needed to fill himself up before heading to work. 

While shoving dry bread with butter into his stomach, he suddenly remembered what he promised Madame. 

‘I need to write a report!’ 

When Madame asked, ‘Do my br*asts arouse you?’ he replied he would write a report on it. 

‘But how do you write a report? I should show off with fancy words just because she’s a professor!’ 

Fortunately, he had plenty to reference. Delphinel sometimes stacked bundles of reports she needed to grade in the hallway. 

Red picked the shortest report from the pile to read. 

[Introduction to Basic Magic Report 

* A study on the flow of magic within naturally occurring fairy circles in mixed forests. 

As the name suggests, it’s round and very pretty. Especially the sky-blue mana flow seems natural, unlike artificial circles. I’ll touch it once I handle magic well. 

+ Professor, I’m sorry, I love you.] 

‘Who’s this guy saying he loves Madame?’ 

Feeling slightly annoyed, but after confirming the author’s name wasn’t Edward, Red decided to use this short report as a reference. 

‘Let’s start by recalling how Madame’s br*asts looked.’ 

He recalled what he saw last night— 

‘…’ 

His manhood hardened again. 

* * * 

After finishing her work as a professor and returning home, Delphinel’s mind switched to household matters. But this time, it wasn’t about cleaning or buying daily necessities. 

The ultimate goal: pregnancy. 

Primary objective: insertion. 

Necessary prerequisite: sufficient secretion and relaxed g*nitalia. 

As she mentally organized her plan step by step, Delphinel resolved herself. 

‘I can do it.’ 

She confirmed that Red didn’t dislike her br*asts. 

Also, when she entrusted her br*asts to Red, she… Though she didn’t want to admit it, she was sexually aroused. 

‘One finger went in without pain.’ 

Red’s manhood was incomparably thicker and larger, but now that she knew the technique, she believed she could manage. 

‘Women give birth through here, so it’ll be fine!’ 

Of course, comparing it to the pain of childbirth was not fine at all, but Delphinel decided to temporarily throw her rationality far away. 

After conducting a human experiment with her br*asts, she prepared extensively by reading reference books. 

To prevent herself from mistakenly calling out another man’s name, this time, she limited her reference book to one without the male protagonist’s name, ‘Not Any Deeper, Young Master!’ 

Although the male protagonist here was in some ways more of a playboy than Edward, making it hard to find scenes of normal bed activities… 

‘Ah, here it is. A bed scene!’

After flipping through the book for a while, Delphinel finally opened it with relief. 

[The Young Master pinned the maid’s arms to the bed. The maid struggled, but even with arms trained by all sorts of chores, she couldn’t escape the man’s rough grip. Only the cold touch of the bed’s headboard greeted her. 

“Young Master! H-here…?” 

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sorry for your body now? Or do you still prefer places where people might pass by?” 

“No! But my roommate might come in… And, and…” 

The maid’s face turned bright red. 

Having already shown such a disgraceful sight, what was she trying to say now? 

Feeling slightly amused yet unable to endure much longer, the Young Master growled. 

“Speak quickly. Unless you plan to drive your master insane!” 

“If the bed sheets get wet… We find it hard to do laundry…” 

“…Aha.” 

The Young Master said, raising the corner of his handsome mouth. 

“If that’s the case, it’s not a difficult problem to solve.” 

Though he gave a clear answer, the maid looked at the Young Master with even more anxious eyes. 

Whenever he smiled, bad things always happened. 

This time was no different. 

“Take it off. All of it.” 

“What?” 

“If you ask again, I’ll invite an audience to this room.” 

“…” 

There was no choice. 

The maid gritted her teeth and turned her freed hands behind her. 

The first to fall to the floor was the apron and maid cap. Next came the dark green dress. Socks. Cheap corset. 

Lastly… 

“Young Master. Please draw the curtains…” 

“No.” 

If she asked again, the Young Master would open the door. He was the kind of person who would do that. 

The maid squeezed her eyes shut and removed her underwear. 

Under the intense sunlight pouring through the maid’s room window, the maid’s bare body was completely revealed. 

The Young Master’s gaze lingered on her body. Her neck line shining white under the sun, her ample br*asts and the shadow beneath them, the smooth curve from her navel to the inside of her thighs… 

Since she became aware, she had never shown her n*ked body to anyone. That was even true in front of the Young Master. 

The Young Master always mixed bodies with her while she was working. 

That sudden realization made the maid squeeze her eyes shut even tighter in embarrassment.