Chapter 4.3

“Don’t… Don’t do that. What if it’s dirty…”

“It’s not dirty. It’s natural.”

Liam slid his hand under Yvonne’s undergarments. He could feel the dampness even before touching her skin, and now it was confirmed—her body was moist and ready. The realization brought him satisfaction. Perhaps it was the influence of alcohol, but her warmth and petite frame stirred his interest even more.

“This is… natural, isn’t it?”  

“Yes. Relax and… lift your hips a bit.”  

Liam spoke calmly as he pulled down Yvonne’s undergarments. Hesitant but obedient, Yvonne followed his instructions and raised her hips slightly. Soon, her undergarments were completely removed, leaving her exposed. The unfamiliar sensation between her legs made her instinctively press her knees together.  

“Don’t close your legs.”  

Despite her resistance, Liam’s hand slid between her thighs and separated them. As his fingers moved against her delicate skin, Yvonne gasped and trembled, unable to suppress the reaction.  

“Relax. It’ll be easier this way.” 

Liam thought, holding back his urge to tell her to spread her legs wider. This was their first night together, and he wanted it to be a positive memory—not for her sake alone, but for his own. A pleasant first experience would ensure her cooperation in the future.  

At first, Yvonne flinched every time his fingers brushed her skin, but gradually, she seemed to grow accustomed to his touch. Soft sighs and faint moans escaped her lips.  

“Ah… mm…”  

Her breathing grew heavier, her voice mixing with quiet gasps. Liam noticed her tension easing and decided to move his hand more boldly. His fingers traced lower until they found a narrow opening, and he gently inserted one finger.  

Yvonne gasped sharply, her body trembling in surprise. Anticipating her reaction, Liam steadied her hips and added another finger. Her body, affected by the alcohol, responded more easily than it normally would, though it was still tight.  

“Ah! No, no…!”  

“Are you sure you don’t like it? Your body seems to say otherwise.”  

“Mm… ah…”  

“You’re holding onto my fingers quite tightly.” 

Liam remarked as he explored her with his hand. Yvonne felt confused and overwhelmed by her own reactions. Her body’s response was different from what she had experienced before—when pain was the only sensation. Now, her body burned with heat, and an unfamiliar longing stirred deep inside her.  

“Ah… mm…”  

“Look at this. You’ve already taken three fingers.”  

By now, Liam had inserted another finger, and her soft inner walls gripped him tightly. He considered adding a fourth finger but hesitated when he felt the delicate membrane inside. It was clear that her body was nearing its limit.  

‘This might cause bleeding.’ 

He thought with a click of his tongue. Her body was too narrow to handle more.  

If he were a more patient man, he might have stopped and given her time to adjust. But his reason had already fled. Trusting the numbing effects of alcohol, Liam decided to proceed. He withdrew his fingers, and a stream of fluid followed, pooling between her legs.  

“Ah…”  

Yvonne moaned softly, instinctively closing her legs. Though it wouldn’t change anything, it was the only action she could take to cope with the overwhelming sensations. She even considered escaping.  

As Liam removed his trousers, Yvonne shifted further up the bed, seeking refuge. She didn’t realize how far she had moved until her head bumped against the headboard.  

Liam noticed her retreat and chuckled despite the situation. Her attempt to escape seemed oddly endearing.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

“I wasn’t trying to—ah!”  

Liam climbed onto the bed and grabbed her slender ankle, pulling her back down effortlessly. Her body slid toward him, and he spread her thighs firmly, exposing her completely.  

“Ah…”  

Yvonne covered her face with her hands, grateful for the darkness. If the lights were on, she might have bitten her tongue out of sheer embarrassment.  

Between her legs, she felt a warm presence—larger than his fingers. She trembled, instinctively trying to close her legs, but his grip prevented any movement.  

“Relax.”  

The sensation of his presence against her was intimidating. It was larger than what she remembered from her past experience, though she couldn’t recall the specifics. That memory had been so traumatic that she had deliberately erased most of it from her mind.  

“Ah!”  

While she was lost in thought, Liam pressed against her entrance, slowly easing himself in. It was difficult to enter all at once, so he pulled back slightly before pushing forward with more force.  

“Ah… mm…!”  

“Does it hurt?”  

“No… it’s… fine…”  

Although it was painful, it wasn’t as unbearable as she had feared. Her response brought Liam relief. He had felt a thin membrane tear as he entered, but she seemed to tolerate it.  

With renewed confidence, Liam pushed deeper, filling her completely. Her narrow, heated body gripped him tightly, driving him to the brink of madness.  

“Ah…”  

The sensation was overwhelming. He had never felt anything so good before—not even during his first experience. His mind was consumed by pleasure, his rational thoughts slipping away.  

He muttered curses under his breath as he braced himself against the bed and began to move. His movements were rough and unrestrained, contrasting with the gentleness he had shown earlier.  

“Ah… ah! Wait, ah…!”  

Yvonne flailed her arms, trying to grab onto him. Her hands slipped repeatedly as the force of his thrusts and the sensations overwhelmed her. At first, she felt little, but the stimulation gradually built, drawing involuntary moans from her.  

“Ah… mm! Ah, mm!”  

“Damn… ha…”  

Liam moved his hips rhythmically, occasionally gripping Yvonne’s chest. Just as he was overcome with excitement, so was Yvonne. She arched her back involuntarily, letting out sounds she would never have made under normal circumstances, unaware of herself.  

Liam, lost in his own pleasure, pressed her body down and thrust deeply, calling out a name amidst his ecstasy.  

“Haah, Jeanne…”  

Jeanne.  

The name whispered near her ear made Yvonne flinch. It felt as though someone had suddenly dragged her out of the sea of pleasure and thrown her onto dry land. Yet, she couldn’t show any reaction. She shouldn’t. If Liam realized, he would feel betrayed and disappointed.  

Even though he had claimed to have fallen for her at first sight and proposed, it was unlikely that he hadn’t considered her background and circumstances when making his decision.  

While her appearance might have appealed to him, the fact that she was ‘Jeanne de Debroge’ must have also played a significant role in his decision.  

However, Yvonne’s thoughts didn’t last long. Her mind quickly grew hazy again, and her body burned with heat every time Liam’s movements stirred her deeply.  

“Ah! Haa, it’s… too deep…”  

“Haah, Jeanne… Jeanne, ah…”  

“Mm… ah, ahhh…”  

Unable to endure the overwhelming sensations, Yvonne tried to grab Liam’s arm, but her hands kept slipping. Despite her desperate attempt to hold onto something solid, her nails only left faint marks on his arm as her body shook helplessly.  

After a while, Liam let out a sharp breath and reached his climax. His release filled her completely, the warmth spreading deep inside her.  

For a moment, Liam basked in the afterglow, but then he remembered the task he had pushed aside due to his desires. He withdrew his hips, pulling out carefully.  

Yvonne’s sensitive inner walls, already overwhelmed from multiple climaxes, reacted strongly to the sensation of his blunt tip brushing against them. She couldn’t suppress a soft moan as her body trembled.  

As the presence that had filled her left, a mix of fluids spilled out. Liam glanced at her, noting the blood among the traces left behind.  

Though he had expected it, seeing the blood didn’t sit well with him. Normally, he would leave such matters to others to handle, but something about Yvonne made him care more than usual.  

‘It must be because she’s my wife.’

Liam thought as he stepped off the bed.  

Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he found the ointment he had prepared in advance. However, he couldn’t apply it to the injured area without cleaning it first. He turned toward the bathroom attached to the bedroom.  

Behind him, Yvonne’s anxious voice called out.  

“W-Where are you going?”  

“I’ll be back soon. Wait here.”  

When Liam returned, he carried several damp towels. Climbing back onto the bed, he positioned himself between Yvonne’s legs.  

‘Is he planning to do it again?’  

Yvonne couldn’t guess his intentions, remaining in her vulnerable position with her legs still spread. Due to the ointment’s numbing effect, she didn’t realize the extent of her injury.  

“It might feel cold.”

“Huh? Ah!”  

Before she could react, the cool, damp towel touched her skin. Liam carefully cleaned her, his gentle actions making Yvonne’s face flush with embarrassment.  

“W-Why are you doing this?”  

“You’re a bit small… It looks like you tore.”  

Torn?  

Yvonne tilted her head in confusion. She felt no extreme pain, so it was hard to believe she was injured.  

Liam continued cleaning her thoroughly before applying the ointment. The dim lighting made it difficult for him to see clearly, but when Yvonne panicked at the thought of turning on the lights, he had no choice but to fumble in the dark