2.7

“Ugh, huh…” 

“Don’t you like it now too? It seems like you do.” 

“I like it! But…” 

There was no need to be embarrassed anymore. 

Delphinel gritted her teeth and spoke. 

“Touch my n*pples too… Or anywhere, it’s all good, so do as you please.” 

“Understood.” 

Yet Red’s hand moved away from her chest. 

Delphinel let out a brief sound of disappointment. 

Suddenly, Red buried his head into her chest— 

“Ah, Red!” 

He began to suck on her chest. 

At first, like a beast gauging the size of its prey, he lightly placed his mouth on it. The sound of slurping began. Leaving red marks on her pale flesh, he soon stuffed her white chest into his mouth as if savoring a piece of meat. 

Like a beast truly intending to devour, his throat gulped, and his tongue pressed and kneaded her n*pple. The tickling sensation that had been like a tide now overwhelmed Delphinel. 

“Ah, ah!” 

The sensation was completely different from when he was touching her chest. Caught in sudden pleasure, she tried to push Red’s head away with a tearful feeling. 

But the fluffy blond hair under her chin showed no sign of moving away. Like a large child, he kept clinging and sucking. Her mind swirled white. Her fingers, which tried to resist Red, helplessly tangled in his fluffy blond hair. 

‘This is strange, what is this!’ 

Her wandering fingers brushed against his earlobe. It was hot. Around that time, Red slightly raised his eyes to observe Delphinel’s expression. To act like a beast and have such beautiful eyes, it’s unfair. Delphinel changed her mind about pushing him away and only shook her head lightly. Red nodded as if he understood. 

But instead of retreating after releasing her chest, he merely changed his target. 

He opened his mouth again and lightly pressed her n*pple with the edge of his lips. 

“…!” 

Her body trembled lightly. But this was just the beginning. As he sucked only her n*pple, Delphinel’s upper body reflexively bent, embracing Red’s head. 

“Red…!” 

Could he not hear? 

Instead, he began to suck her n*pple more persistently like a dog receiving praise. His tongue dragged and swept over her ar*ola, rolling it inside his mouth. Unlike the previous daze, the sharp pleasure made her body tremble. His moist tongue covered the sensitive area with an entirely different stimulation from his fingers. 

She couldn’t stop the moans. 

“Mm, mm… Ah, ah!” 

A scene from an erotic novel about a governess came to mind. Rachel trembled and nearly collapsed when her chest was sucked. She never expected to empathize with that woman. Her thighs tightened. Her lower abdomen tingled. She wanted to hold onto something tightly and press it between her legs. 

And belatedly, Delphinel realized she was cradled on Red’s thigh with her legs spread. As if trying to tuck his body inside her. 

‘Embarrassing…!’

Her face flushed with heat. 

At that moment, Red slightly lifted his head. Like a dog reluctant to give up its toy, he carefully released her chest. Inside his once innocent eyes, a hint of desire flickered. 

“Madame, your chest is really soft… I could keep it in my mouth all day.” 

“I can’t allow that.” 

“Did you enjoy it?” 

“…” 

Delphinel hesitated to answer. 

Did she enjoy it? Yes. It felt like someone was stirring her brain and rolling it in cotton candy. 

‘You have to answer, Delphinel. We’re married, and we should be honest. Forget about useless pride…’ 

However, Delphinel’s resolve was slower than Red’s. 

“When you’re ready, please let me know. I can’t wait…” 

“What… Ah, ah!” 

Red brought his mouth back to Delphinel’s chest. His tongue was the first to approach. It flicked against her stiff n*pple. The brief contact sent a shiver through her belly. Her body trembled. Delphinel stifled a moan. 

“Hng!” 

His eyes, observing her reaction, faintly smiled. Soon, that tongue covered Delphinel’s ar*ola and licked. 

“Ah…!” 

“Madame, your chest seems sensitive.” 

“It’s not that! It’s just that you’re too, persistent with my chest, ah—” 

It was hot. When his tongue withdrew, it felt cool. His tongue wrapped around again, and all her senses rushed to the peak of her chest. Having tasted once, he clung like a starving dog. Delphinel’s waist, trapped in his grasp, began to twist. 

“Ah, ugh…!” 

“It’s strange, Madame.” 

“What is?” 

“It doesn’t taste like anything, but it’s so sweet…” 

“Stop, ah, mm, hng!” 

Delphinel couldn’t understand herself either. Isn’t stimulation supposed to become duller the more you receive it? Then why was her chest becoming more sensitive now? 

His taste buds scraped over her increasingly sensitive n*pple. Like a child showing off his ice cream, he licked blatantly and then pressed with his lips. Every moment, alternating waves of pleasure hammered Delphinel’s belly. 

“Hng, ah, ah! Wait, Red…!” 

“…Ah. Sorry. I neglected this side.” 

While sucking one br*ast, Red’s hand grasped the other. His hand, moving up to find the n*pple by feel alone, was somewhat rough. But that action excited Delphinel even more. 

“Ah!” 

One side was being sucked, while the other was being roughly kneaded, the n*pple rolled between his fingers. She felt like she was going crazy. She thought he knew nothing, yet this man was completely shaking her. 

The gaze that sometimes met hers and smiled while sucking her chest, the desire in the hand gripping the other side roughly, all of it… 

Only after her pleasure was fully exposed did Delphinel respond. 

To his earlier question. 

“It feels good, Red…” 

Her answer came back to her body. The force with which he sucked her chest grew stronger. 

“Hng! Ah, ah… It feels… ah!” 

Red seemed to want to say something. But all his sounds were buried in the noise of him savoring her chest. He squeezed and rubbed her opposite n*pple. Her ample chest was distorted in his mouth, in his grasp. 

Amidst the numerous red marks left on her chest. 

“Ah…!” 

A high-pitched moan escaped Delphinel’s lips. 

Her body suddenly lost strength. For a brief moment, it felt like all her senses were cut off. 

As Delphinel went limp, Red lifted his head in surprise. 

“Madame?” 

“Haa, haa… I told you to stop!” 

“Pardon? …I’m sorry, I didn’t hear!” 

On reflection, she realized she hadn’t actually said that, but Red seemed to think he had done something wrong. 

He’s really lovable… No, no, no. A commendable man. 

Delphinel smiled inwardly for a moment. 

There was something she might not be able to smile about from now on. 

Delphinel, still seated on his thigh, spoke. 

“Red… I think I’m very wet.” 

“Pardon? Wet… ah!” 

Red’s face turned bright red. 

“Does that mean you’re ready?” 

“…Yes.” 

“Are you really sure? The opening I saw that day was very small, and I wonder if getting a bit wet will allow this to fit…”

Delphinel almost shouted, “Ah, just put it in already!” but held back for a moment. 

What exactly was that standing so close to Red’s lower abdomen? 

Even when she saw it between her legs on their first night, she thought it was big, but seeing it up close was intimidating in a different way. 

The dark red, glistening flesh looked like a piece of metal freshly picked from the forge’s anvil. 

Gulping nervously, Delphinel swallowed her saliva. 

Red measured her lower abdomen with his hand and spoke. 

“It’s small, but… if I put it in, it seems like it’ll reach here. Are you really okay with that?” 

“I said I’m fine! It’ll work out somehow!” 

Even in those erotic novels, the female protagonists cried, ‘Something this big can’t fit in my body,’ but somehow it always worked out on the first night. 

And she remembered a scene from an erotic novel with a maid where the Young Master teased at the entrance saying, ‘Should I put it all in?’ leaving the maid anxious. He eventually put it all in, but anyway, it seemed possible to do it partially. 

Then Red said, 

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Madame. So, just a moment.” 

“What? Oh, wait, what are you…?” 

Red hugged Delphinel tighter, then reached a hand out of her sight. 

His fingers touched the place between her legs, sliding down her bottom. 

“Ah…” 

As his fingers touched the soft flesh, Delphinel flinched, recalling the tumultuous first night. Red spoke in a slightly tense voice. 

“Relax.” 

“Aren’t you nervous too?” 

“Well, yes.” 

“Wait, ah…!” 

Even while talking to Delphinel, Red didn’t stop his fingers. 

On the first night, even under bright light, he was lost about where to put it… 

This time, despite not being able to see, it was easier. 

He simply had to follow the sticky path. 

Inside the warm, moist place, Red’s fingers circled, pressing the area around it. Her essence was already coating her skin. 

“Here… it seems softer than the first night.” 

“Don’t say it out loud!” 

Delphinel clung tightly to Red, as if nervous. 

This wouldn’t do. How could he make her more comfortable? 

‘My words are useless―’ 

Perhaps diverting her attention might work. 

Red’s lips found Delphinel’s chest again. 

“Ah, ah, wait!” 

Red didn’t respond. He couldn’t win in a battle of words with her. He just had to use what he knew best―his body. 

Applying a bit more pressure, he sucked her n*pple, causing her to writhe. 

“Red!” 

Even as she clenched her teeth and looked down, she appeared so enticing, he wanted to devour her whole. Red suppressed that hopeless desire and sucked harder on her ar*ola. It was the right choice. Her body, especially between her legs, started to react even more. 

‘Delphinel likes it when I press and suck her n*pples hard with my lips.’ 

“Ah, ah, ah!” 

‘And if I make the sucking sound louder on purpose―’ 

“Don’t do that… ugh, ah…!” 

‘…she gets even wetter.’ 

Her opening was now releasing moisture. Not missing the moment, Red inserted his index finger, going against the flow. Though tight, her body was accepting his finger more easily than their chaotic first night. 

Yet, one finger was the limit. 

‘Even if my fingers are thick, it’s incredibly tight.’ 

He wondered if she could even take two fingers, let alone anything more significant. 

‘Can it be widened more?’ 

Red cautiously moved his finger. Each time, Delphinel’s body shivered slightly. 

“Ah, uh…” 

“Madame, I’m here… It’s okay.” 

Delphinel nodded. Her neck was flushed red, as if she was enduring some sensation. 

‘She seems to be struggling.’ 

But his innocent empathy ended there. 

He wanted to suck her more. To push something, anything, inside her. To swallow her whole…