2.6

He remembered Madame had changed into pajamas after showering, but for some reason, Delphinel was now wearing a jacket. A stylish outer garment with navy fabric, carefully stitched double seams, and silver buttons. It was also the outfit she favored when going to lectures. 

‘Could she be going to teach again? At this hour?’ 

But if she planned to go out, she would have braided her hair up into a bun. 

Not like now, with slightly damp hair draped over her shoulders like a shawl. 

…Suddenly, the scent of soap pricked Red’s nose. 

Though they used the same soap, it strangely smelled sweet. 

Once realized, that wasn’t the only odd part. Why could he see her slender collarbone beyond her hair? Even the droplets in the deep hollow were clear. Her chest slightly pushed up by the tight jacket was also visible. 

Only one thought emerged. 

‘No way…’ 

“Red…”

Delphinel’s slender hands unbuttoned the jacket one by one. As the collar parted, her chest, previously compressed, bounced and gently shook. Shadows swayed with her flesh, hinting at its size, and below it, a small belly button like a nail mark and a soft lower belly gradually captured Red’s gaze… 

Finally, all the buttons were undone. 

Inside the jacket, Delphinel wasn’t even wearing pajamas. 

Like a siren just emerging from the sea, her curly hair barely touched her chest. 

Red’s throat tightened. The gulping sound broke the silence. 

At that sound, Delphinel tensed up and unconsciously wiggled her toes. 

‘Red, seems like he’s getting aroused, right? Will he pounce like the male protagonist of an erotic novel?’ 

But the reaction she anticipated didn’t come. Red blinked like a bewildered bull, looked around, checked the clock, then looked back at Delphinel, once again confirming there was nothing beneath the jacket, and flinched. He seemed unable to accept the situation. 

Thanks to this, Delphinel slightly regretted her rash decision. 

‘Could it be that I’ll end up being treated as the pervert?’ 

She only wanted to do her best! 

“Red. Do you have anything to say?” 

“Madame… What are you doing?” 

The worst response came out! 

For Red, it was a purely literal question, but Delphinel couldn’t know that. She hastily explained. 

“It’s not a perverted act! I planned to be with you today, and since I’d be undressing anyway! But I was embarrassed to come out n*ked! The jacket just happened to be within reach!” 

“…” 

“…You were surprised. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to treat you like a pervert. I just wore it because I was cold!” 

Her nonsense dragged on. Delphinel hurriedly closed the jacket, regretting her actions. 

Indeed, erotic novels are different from reality. They gather all sorts of perversions and make them commonplace within the world of erotic novels, leading inexperienced readers to be swayed. From now on, erotic novels should have a warning: ‘Beginners, do not attempt to imitate.’ 

At that moment, Red spoke in a strangely subdued voice. 

“Am I a pervert?” 

“What?” 

“I got aroused seeing you, Madame…” 

It was true. Above the thin pajama pants, his manhood presented a prominent silhouette. Until just a moment ago, it seemed to be calmly stretched diagonally, but it was quick. 

Noticing Delphinel’s gaze, Red hastily covered his groin and bowed his head. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know I was a pervert. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have married so recklessly…” 

“…You don’t need to apologize.” 

“Really? Is it okay if your husband is a pervert?” 

“…” 

She was faced with a logically inappropriate question. The premise of ‘husband being a pervert’ hadn’t been proven in the first place. 

But instead of pointing out that illogicality, Delphinel chose an emotional answer. 

“Red. It’s okay because it’s you.” 

“What?” 

“You never make unreasonable demands on me. So…” 

Delphinel spread her arms. The jacket that barely covered her chest opened, and Red’s unwavering gaze returned. Feeling like a target, Delphinel barely continued speaking. 

“If you got aroused because of me—ah!” 

Red lunged forward, embracing Delphinel. Perhaps because he had just showered, the moisture and soap scent made her head dizzy. The solid chest pressing against her soft bosom was what barely kept her grounded. 

“Red, why are you doing this suddenly!” 

“You said you wanted to ‘do it’ with me earlier, you meant intimacy, right?” 

“Don’t say it outright!” 

“…Make love?” 

“That’s not even a euphemism!” 

“Anyway! On the bed, with you, can I put my p*nis inside you?” 

At his more explicit words, Delphinel’s face reddened. 

But delaying with more scolding seemed impossible given Red’s desperate eyes. 

Eyes so earnest, as if he had been longing for just one thing for days. 

Delphinel found herself answering involuntarily. 

“…Yes, Red. Do it…”

While being embraced by Red, it was only a few steps to the bed. 

The jacket was tossed aside. 

Red also removed his pajamas and sat facing Delphinel. On the bed, both were completely n*ked. 

Though they agreed not to expose themselves as blatantly as last time, only a small candle was lit in the corner of the room… 

“Phew…” 

“Red, are you uncomfortable?” 

“No, I’m not!” 

Red, who had been fidgeting, replied. 

The yellow light flickered over Delphinel’s curves, stimulating Red rather than calming him. He looked at his eagerly twitching manhood and spoke. 

“What if it doesn’t fit again?” 

“There’s a solution. I’ll ask you to do something.” 

“Yes, I’ll do my best!” 

“Touch my chest.” 

“…” 

Red’s eyes widened. 

What an unexpected—no, grateful solution. 

“If I touch them, my p*nis will get even harder, though?”

“Where do I start explaining… When you’re aroused, fluid comes from the tip of your manhood, right? It’s similar for women. When stimulated, lubricant begins to be secreted—” 

“…” 

“…Women get wet when they’re aroused!” 

“Oh!” 

Really, making her say such things to a grown adult. 

‘Look at him understanding so innocently… It’s a bit, just a bit cute. But if he asks one more thing, I’ll really kill him!’ 

However, Delphinel’s hope was not realized. 

“Madame. Can I ask just one last question?” 

“If it’s trivial, I won’t answer.” 

“It’s important.” 

Red’s expression was more serious than ever. So, Delphinel nodded inadvertently. 

Red hesitated a bit and then spoke. 

“Can I…make you feel aroused?” 

“…” 

“I look disgusting, my body’s just big and heavy… My hands are rough…” 

“You touched my chest last time. It wasn’t bad, so I’m trusting you again.” 

“Really?” 

Why was he asking again?

‘Didn’t this man hear me relieve myself after trusting him with my chest?’ 

She thought that would be enough evidence. 

Delphinel’s misjudgment. 

“Actually, that day, I heard your voice in front of the bathroom. I thought I was so inadequate… That you might be longing for an old lover.” 

“…” 

Damn it. He had completely misunderstood.

Feeling the situation might get tangled if she spoke indirectly, Delphinel immediately spilled her heart. 

“That’s not true at all! I was aroused because of you that day!” 

“…What?” 

“You touched me a lot and then suddenly left. So, I had no choice but to relieve myself alone…” 

“Oh…” 

“So, this time too. Please… touch me—ah!” 

Red immediately lunged at Delphinel. She instinctively tried to escape, but Red’s arm supporting her back was faster. 

He lifted Delphinel’s hips onto his thigh. Their eye level changed in an instant. Her chest was close to his heavy breathing. 

“Red…” 

“It’s nice over clothes, but I wanted to feel directly.” 

His hand slowly supported her chest, still cautious. But his eyes couldn’t hide his emotions. His gaze measured the weight of his prey resting in his palm. 

“Madame. Can I squeeze your chest?” 

“You did whatever you wanted last time anyway…”

“A bit tighter. I won’t hurt you, okay?” 

Damn, that was exactly what Delphinel wanted last time. 

Delphinel reluctantly nodded— 

Suddenly, it felt like sparks touched her chest. 

The blacksmith’s hot, rough hands encased her chest like wax. Yet, unlike his palms, the flow of his fingers was as delicate as waves, caressing her skin. The strange tickling made Delphinel swallow the moan filling her mouth. 

‘Ugh…’ 

“Haa… It’s really soft.” 

“Isn’t that what you said last time?” 

“More, much more. It’s still okay, right?”

His grip gradually pressed her chest. Her flesh turned white between his rough fingers. Her body trembled slightly but wasn’t hurt. 

“Yes, it’s okay.” 

“Even now…?” 

“It’s okay, so don’t ask, just continue…” 

“…Here too?” 

Red’s index finger gently brushed her ar*ola. An incredibly tender touch, contrasting with his rough skin. A weak shiver ran down Delphinel’s back. A strange sensation as if someone was brushing lace down her spine. 

“Ah…”

“Madame?” 

“No, continue… It’s not unpleasant… Ah!” 

As if waiting for her answer, Red’s touch on her ar*ola became more persistent. 

“Madame, your n*pple has become more pointed.” 

“Don’t say it out loud!” 

“Is it because it feels good when I touch here?” 

“Don’t ask every time…!” 

Red’s finger movements now clung obsessively to her ar*ola. Soft, smooth, and slightly pink flesh was pressed by his rough fingers. 

Each time, a tingling sensation swept through Delphinel’s stomach. Her toes kept curling. This was definitely pleasure. But it was too faint and kept washing away like the tide. 

Delphinel seemed to know the reason. 

“…Red.” 

“Yes?” 

“Are you only going to touch there?” 

Does he know how maddening it is to have the n*pples er*ect and only the surrounding area brushed? 

He asked her back with innocent eyes. 

“Then where should I touch?” 

“Red!” 

“You need to tell me precisely.” 

Even as he asked, his fingers refused to leave her chest. His teasing fingers spun around her ar*ola. Each time the firm fingertip brushed her n*pple as if by accident, it felt like a small whirlwind stirred in her belly.