Prologue

He began striding across the garden while being pelted by fierce rain. Even as he rushed through the dense thickets, his gaze remained fixed on a particular room.

Unlike her usual habit of covering the windows with curtains before sleeping, the interior was clearly visible. Feeling puzzled by this, he quickened his pace.

Völlörban Castle, where the married couple stayed, was quiet. The old butler couldn’t help but be shocked at the sight of Timeo, who had arrived soaked from head to toe. Countless droplets fell from his artificially black hair. While the butler went to prepare a change of clothes, he stood still for a moment, unaware that a deep puddle of rainwater was forming between his legs. His wife seemed to be asleep. Instead of waiting for the butler, he impatiently grabbed the door handle.

He heard faint breathing from somewhere. It was irregular and subtle breathing. He stood with his back to the door, waiting for his vision to adjust to the unfamiliar darkness. However, before his eyes could adapt to the darkness, he found himself staring at the bed, which was the source of the breathing sounds. Quite naturally.

The man rolled up his shirt sleeves. Blue veins stood out clearly on the arm that had once been wrapped with rosary beads. He approached the bed carefully while suppressing any sound. The woman on the bed seemed unaware of the intruder and even shifted slightly. The surroundings were dark. He looked around searching for a candle. His nose bridge that cut through the darkness was sharp and straight. His deep blue eyes rippled low. He smelled completely wet.

Timeo slowly pulled the blanket away from her. Unable to wake her sleep with candlelight, he foolishly held an empty candlestick. The silhouette wearing a negligee was fully revealed beneath her curling black hair.

First, he would not sleep with her until she owned a theater.

Second, he would especially not sleep with her in order to end the Völlörban lineage.

Third……

The damn third clause didn’t even come to mind. What mattered were the first and second. Instead of releasing his lust, Timeo’s eyes blazed as he gripped the corner of the blanket. He couldn’t share anything with his wife after their long separation. Since he had agreed to it as well.

And their marriage was a kind of contract for each other’s benefit.

Moisture fell onto Phyllis’s cheek. Before Timeo, who had been staring down at her, could wipe it away, her ash-gray eyes, drunk with sleep, gazed up at the large shadow surrounding her. Except for the countless droplets falling from Timeo’s body and the sound of him barely swallowing his saliva, no other noise could be heard as if time had stopped. It felt like a scene from some myth that had been passed down only from mouth to mouth.

Phyllis felt the countless droplets falling on her shoulders like candle wax. The hot droplets partially soaked the fabric along her skin. She looked up at her husband in name only, forgetting to breathe. Tension was evident on her small face. Even as Phyllis shifted her body, Timeo remained motionless as if witnessing something shocking.

Timeo, who had turned his back to her, slowly raised his upper body. He put down the candlestick he had been desperately gripping while trying to remove his wet clothes. He took off his coat soaked by the downpour and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Since I’ve never had a proper wedding night, just seeing you sleep makes me easily aroused.”

“Ha……”

“Shall I check?”

Phyllis suddenly recalled their wedding night.

That night, after the ceremony ended.

Timeo had been asking her to dance. Though Phyllis hadn’t known he had such a romantic side, she willingly entrusted her body to Timeo.

However, what she realized after entrusting her body to him was that this wasn’t a dance to celebrate their marriage contract or pledge their future, but somehow felt like penance. As if he’s trying to fiercely shake off some desire……

It was around then that Phyllis mistepped. He skillfully supported Phyllis’s body as it leaned backward. When chest pressed against chest, she felt fierce pounding. Behind her was the bed, and their faces were close enough that she could no longer pretend not to notice. Since they had kissed once in front of the wedding guests, perhaps this time they could do it more skillfully. Phyllis was prepared to willingly offer her lips to solidify the continuation of their marriage contract. She closed her eyes.

‘Ah……!’

Her eyes immediately opened. The place where Timeo had pressed his lips wasn’t Phyllis’s lips at all. He was burying his face in Phyllis’s collarbone and breathing in. His sharp nose tip rested on her collarbone, and every time he panted like someone short of breath, Phyllis’s slender body rose and fell with him. She felt as if the control of her body had been taken away.

‘My rotting nerves seem to be coming back to life now.’

Timeo’s body, using Phyllis’s body as support, gradually descended. He rubbed his entire face against Phyllis’s front as he headed toward her chest. His hot breath touched her naturally parted bosom. Timeo, who had kissed her half-exposed br*ast, barely lifted only his eyes to look at Phyllis. He seemed to be asking for consent, but his gaze was already fierce. Phyllis nodded slightly.

‘Ah, fa……!’

At the same time, Timeo’s teeth dug into her br*ast. He took her n*pple into his mouth as if biting and holding the soft flesh. The sensation she felt for the first time in her life spread through her spine to her entire body. Because his arms firmly embraced her back, she wasn’t allowed to twist her limbs.

The tender flesh being crushed by the tip of his tongue gradually ached. Before she knew it, his hands were gripping Phyllis’s b*ttocks. It was impossible to push him away or collapse.

‘Why did this feel so familiar……’

When Timeo lifted his head, the thin negligee fabric fell over her swollen n*pple. Her body trembled slightly from stimulation even from minor friction. Timeo, who had embraced Phyllis’s legs and was half-kneeling, pressed his cheek against her private parts. Timeo Völlörban was definitely insane. Today was their wedding night, and it should have been either done normally or not done at all. It wasn’t supposed to be a night of embracing Phyllis while biting and tasting her.

‘My first wet dream was about you.’

‘……What?’

‘You’d better not move. It’ll be quite disgusting.’

Disgusting? Phyllis, who had craned her neck, quickly straightened her body upon realizing that Timeo was in the process of unfastening his trousers. Timeo’s face was expressionless as he looked at Phyllis.

‘Ah!’

‘It’s not that surprising.’

Timeo firmly grasped Phyllis’s shin as she tried to pull away. When he unfastened his trousers, something that had sprung up caught her eye. Looking at the already wet and glistening tip, she was speechless. It was Timeo’s c*ck. And it looked more like…… the c*ck of livestock in heat than the male organ Phyllis had estimated.

She was trying to figure out what he meant by asking to borrow her foot. He gripped Phyllis’s ankle hard. Phyllis’s sole touched his c*ck. His fingers kneading her sole were explicit. When the tip and sole pressed together completely, her head spun. Every time he held Phyllis’s ankle and slowly shook while rubbing his c*ck, the vivid sensation of unfamiliar flesh was transmitted through her sole.

Soon Timeo, who was holding the hollow of Phyllis’s leg, discharged something outside his c*ck with a groan. Phyllis’s face, who had witnessed the entire process, also turned reddish. Her toes felt strangely slippery.

‘……Ha.’

Along with his moan, Phyllis’s body also jerked greatly. It was because he had pulled her toward him in one swift motion as she stood there blankly. Phyllis found herself sitting on top of him. With Timeo’s c*ck, which hadn’t subsided at all, between them.

Their wedding night continued in such a manner. Timeo whispered words that weren’t modest at all while embracing Phyllis, and kept rubbing his c*ck somewhere on Phyllis’s body. When Timeo, who thought the right time had come, tried to position himself between Phyllis’s legs, Phyllis was half-unconscious from accumulated shock and fatigue. Therefore, their wedding night was only his m*sturbation from beginning to end.

The sound of wet clothes falling to the floor was heard. He was shamelessly suggesting the violation of their contract. As if casting off the presence of the storm, he was now completely n*ked. He was skillfully moving around the room’s interior without lighting a fire, finding dry clothes. Eventually, he put on trousers and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking out his hair.

Whenever Phyllis suddenly confirmed that he wasn’t a nine or eleven-year-old boy but a grown man, an unfamiliar sensation washed over her like drowsiness in the middle of the night. Unlike Phyllis, who found such behavior awkward, Timeo showed no hesitation whatsoever. Since he had once been a priest, Phyllis should have been more experienced and skilled, yet the man before her sometimes approached with the momentum to chew and digest Phyllis thoroughly.

Every time Timeo exhaled, his straight spine rose and fell lightly. Something indistinguishable as sweat or rainwater flowed down his nape. Unlike the thundering outside, the bedroom was quiet and cozy. Timeo suddenly spoke to Phyllis, who had been huddled as if isolated in a mountain cabin. It was a voice low enough to pierce the floor.

“I want to modify part of this damn contract.”

“……We’ve already notarized the contract.”

“We can just rewrite it.”

Timeo, who had raised his body, slowly crawled from the edge of the bed toward the center. Phyllis, who had been sitting diagonally while hugging her knees, was pushed back by him. As soon as their gazes intertwined, his face descended. Along with a sneer.

“Am I not even allowed…… to touch you?”

Phyllis looked up at Timeo with a troubled expression. She worried whether her troubled expression could be seen well in the dark surroundings. Phyllis carefully reached out her hand and caressed his forehead. It was simply to wipe away the moisture.

However, Timeo seemed to take this as some kind of signal. An indescribable sound leaked from between his teeth. Phyllis looked down at her own body, trying to guess where his gaze was directed. Because she had reached out toward him, the sleeve of her thin negligee had simply fallen, revealing her forearm.

“Wait, Timeo……”

For Phyllis, it was urgent, like teaching a dog with food in front of it to wait. However, Timeo was one step faster. He swept away the fabric that had been wrapping Phyllis in one motion. Droplet stains formed on the negligee. Before she could cover herself or twist away, Timeo pounced on her. His meticulously trained massive body tightly embraced Phyllis, who had been lying defenseless. She felt his arms and hands on her back.

“Timeo……!”

“Shall I tell you something?”

Even though he had barely removed his wet clothes, his body still had moisture, and as she pressed against it, Phyllis’s body was also gradually getting wet. It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling. Moreover, with her nightgown also getting wet from the moisture, it seemed to make their bodies stick together more than if she were completely n*ked.

“Calling my name at times like this isn’t very good, Phyllis.”

“What on earth are you talking about? Besides, you’re heavy……”

“If you call me like you’re soothing a dog, I really get hard like a dog.”

His hand, which had been staying on her back, lifted the negligee. The fabric that had rolled up below her chest in an instant was frustrating. When even the single layer of fabric disappeared, the sensation of their curved bodies felt even more vivid. Phyllis urgently grabbed his shoulders.

“The notarization? Did you forget the notarization?”

“Of course I remember it in my head.”

“Then……!”

“But my c*ck doesn’t understand.”

Timeo, who had shaken out his wet hair, bent his body down again. His c*ck, already half-er*ect, was poking at Phyllis’s thigh. He kneaded Phyllis’s thighs and b*ttocks as if tuning an instrument. It felt like the fingerprints of all his ten fingers were rubbing against her entirely. As her body was kneaded like dough, heat gradually circulated through her body. Timeo, who keenly noticed this, pulled down his trousers. Though it wasn’t fully visible due to the shadows, only the length of his manhood extending straight down beneath the forest-like dense shadows was clear. It was the first time she had seen it since their wedding night.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“……About what?”

“The standard of s*xual intercourse referred to in doctrine. What we wrote down in that pathetic notarization.”

“It’s not pathetic……!”

“In short, to me it sounds like it’s fine as long as we don’t penetrate.”