Chapter 4.5

Liam ran his fingers through the woman’s damp hair, which appeared darker brown than usual, and began to lower his hand. 

“Ah… again?” 

“Do you dislike it?” 

“No, it’s not that…” 

She was embarrassed… 

Liam half-ignored Yvonne’s murmured response and slipped his hand beneath her clothes. His hand traveled past her flat stomach to her round chest, which he grasped. 

The br*asts he had touched all night were just as enjoyable to touch again upon awakening. Her large br*asts filled his hands completely, with some spilling out between his fingers. 

While he enjoyed their texture, what he liked most was her shyly exposed n*pples whenever he touched her. 

Liam carefully massaged her chest, ensuring the protruding tips wouldn’t retreat. 

“Ah… huh…” 

Yvonne let out sweet moans, unsure of what to do. Every time Liam stimulated her n*pples, she felt a tightening in her lower abdomen, her inner walls trembling in response. 

Deep down, she hoped Liam would spread her legs and explore her insides like the previous night. Though she felt slightly sore down there, she thought she might be able to endure it… 

However, Liam simply fondled her chest before standing up. 

“…?”

Yvonne looked at him with a puzzled expression as Liam told her he was going to wash up again and stepped into the bathroom. Left alone, Yvonne blinked in confusion. 

He had just washed earlier—why again? Could it be that he was exceptionally fastidious? 

Feeling perplexed, Yvonne adjusted her clothes and turned her attention back to the beautiful scenery outside. 

A kind and handsome husband, a mansion with stunning views. 

Though it was only the first day, Yvonne found herself quite satisfied with this marriage. 

She wished she could forget the fact that it would all crumble the moment the real Jeanne returned.

***

The first few days after the wedding were spent entirely in the bedroom. Yvonne couldn’t leave because of the soreness inside whenever she tried to walk.

Even after a few days, when the pain had somewhat subsided, the situation remained the same. The reason was her husband, Liam, who seemed endlessly eager to engage with her.

“Ah, ah… uh…”

Yvonne gasped as she endured Liam’s movements, his body pressing into her relentlessly. She gripped the window frame tightly, trying to hold herself steady. The scenery of the Seine River, which she had previously admired, completely escaped her view as her vision blurred.

“It’s too deep, ah… ah…”

“So, does that mean you dislike it? I don’t think so.”

“Ah, uh… uh…”

Liam wrapped his arms around Yvonne’s waist, moving without pause. Each thrust sent wet, explicit sounds echoing through the room. Occasionally, he would grab her bouncing chest, rubbing her sensitive n*pples, causing Yvonne to moan even more.

Over the past few days, Liam had learned exactly where and how to touch Yvonne to make her feel pleasure. Her br*asts were particularly sensitive, and whenever he twisted her n*pples during their coupling, she would respond by tightening her inner muscles.

Liam found her reactions deeply satisfying, and he had grown fond of teasing her. He also thoroughly enjoyed the physical connection between them. Whenever he touched her swollen br*asts, her narrow inner walls would contract even more. Already having cl*maxed once, Yvonne struggled to endure his relentless movements.

Eventually, Liam lifted Yvonne’s legs, supporting her thighs, and continued his movements without stopping. Regardless of whether she tightened or relaxed, her insides remained remarkably narrow.

“Ah, Liam… please, stop… uh…”

“Almost there, just a little more…”

“No more, uh… ah…”

Yvonne shook her head, overwhelmed by the sensations pushing her to her limit. But the arms holding her didn’t loosen their grip, and the relentless thrusts continued. Despite her pleas to stop, Liam ignored her, moving his hips again.

This was something Yvonne had already come to accept. Her husband, who acted like a gentleman outside, displayed a rough and dominant side during intimacy.

Liam held her tightly, ensuring she couldn’t move as he continued. A faint groan escaped him as he cl*maxed, filling her insides with warmth that eventually overflowed slightly.

“Uh…”

Yvonne trembled at the unfamiliar sensation that she still wasn’t used to, despite experiencing it multiple times. In fact, today alone, it had already happened five times.

Once in the morning upon waking, again after breakfast, then after lunch, once before dinner, and now again after dinner…

And it wasn’t just a single climax each time. Liam would fondle her br*asts until he was aroused again, then initiate another session.

Though Yvonne was inexperienced with intimacy, she knew this wasn’t normal. It was far too frequent—more than what even animals in mating season might experience.

Initially, she worried about what the servants might think of them, but as the frequency increased, her concern shifted to her own physical well-being. Her br*asts and lower body felt swollen. 

What would happen if I became injured down there? Was Liam okay?

Yvonne genuinely worried about both her and her husband’s health. Just as she was lost in thought, Liam grabbed her hips again.

Frightened, Yvonne trembled and shook her head.

“No more, I can’t…”

“I understand.”

You mean to stop.

Liam spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. Finally reassured, Yvonne relaxed her body. Soon, Liam withdrew, and the fluids that had filled her spilled out in abundance.

Yvonne couldn’t immediately close her legs. This allowed Liam to observe her inner thighs more closely than ever before.

After spending the entire day engaging with her, her entrance didn’t close properly even after he pulled out.

‘I might have been a bit too rough today.’

As her opening twitched, a mixture of his essence and her fluids spilled out. Though he should have felt sympathy for her swollen state, he instead felt regret.

On impulse, Liam ran his hand along her lower body, causing Yvonne to flinch. When he inserted a finger, her opening seemed to eagerly accept it.

Her narrow inner walls still clung tightly to him, leaving Liam astonished. Despite his efforts over the past few days to stretch her, she remained incredibly tight. 

Would childbirth finally loosen her enough?

‘Childbirth… That doesn’t sound bad.’

He entertained the thought of Yvonne holding his child. Though he couldn’t imagine the child’s face, he could vividly picture Yvonne nursing the baby.

Now that he thought about it, pregnancy would make her br*asts grow even larger. 

Would her n*pples become firmer and bigger? What about the milk? Would it taste as sweet as her natural scent?

His curiosity spiraled into one question after another.

Suddenly, Liam realized he was entertaining unfamiliar thoughts. If Gabriel or his friends from the capital learned of this, they would surely mock him.

‘Oh my, a child! The great ‘Liam de Conrad’!’

…they would say.

It wasn’t surprising, considering Liam had lived recklessly as a typical nobleman, never caring about the reputation of the women he was involved with.

The closest he came to showing courtesy was by taking herbal contraceptives and avoiding finishing inside them.

Of course, he had overheard a doctor at a scholarly meeting say, “Herbal contraceptives and external ej*culation are not perfect methods of contraception! If you haven’t impregnated anyone yet, you’re either lucky or infertile!”

But Liam believed his careful contraceptive practices were the sole reason no woman had ever approached him claiming to carry his child—until he married Yvonne.

‘Wait. Could I be infertile?’

No, that couldn’t be true. Liam desperately denied the possibility. No matter how long he had taken herbal contraceptives, he couldn’t be sterile.

As he vehemently rejected the idea, he suddenly found his situation amusing. To think he would worry about something like this.

Since becoming involved with Yvonne, Liam had started thinking about things he had never considered before.

This unfamiliar self wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, he might even like it. Perhaps this was why people got married.

“Uh… please…”

Liam snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Yvonne’s pleading voice. His hand had been unconsciously moving inside her, stimulating her sensitive walls. Habit was a powerful thing.

“You said you wouldn’t do it anymore, uh…”

Yvonne turned to him with a resentful look. Her blue eyes, glistening with unshed tears, gazed up at him, and Liam felt his desire ignite again.

“Well, I did say I understood that you were tired…”

His hardened member stood proudly, brushing against her abdomen. Liam rubbed himself between her thighs and added,

“But I don’t recall promising to stop.”

“You… liar…”

“Lying is not what I did. And this is because of how lovely you are, so take responsibility for it.”

“Ah… I really can’t… uh…”

Yvonne tried to escape, but Liam wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Even as she struggled with a face full of exhaustion, his grip showed no sign of loosening.

Liam laid Yvonne on the floor, spreading her legs wide before pushing himself between them.

“Ah, uh!”

“Whew, it’s so tight…”

“Uh! Ah, ahh…”

Even though he moved his hips slower than usual, Yvonne arched her back and let out a breathy moan. Her earlier worry about soreness became irrelevant as his touch brought her pleasure once again.

Perhaps because he was taking his time, Liam occasionally grabbed her br*asts, lowering his head to suck on them.

“Ah, uh… uh…”

With stimulation coming from both above and below, Yvonne felt herself nearing the edge again. Her focus blurred as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations.

“Ah… Jeanne.”

“Uh… uh…”

“I wish you’d get pregnant soon.”

At that moment, Yvonne froze. The tickling breath against her skin and the pleasure radiating from his movements were all forgotten.

Unlike Yvonne, Liam, still lost in his pleasure, continued to tease her br*asts.

“Pregnant?”

“Yes… I’m curious about how your body will change.”

Liam twisted her n*pple. The small nub was smaller than his pinky nail.

“It’s hard to imagine milk coming from something so soft and small… Aren’t you curious?”

“Ah, uh…”

“I can’t wait to see it. And, of course, the baby too.”

“Ah… uh!”

He opened his mouth, taking her br*ast in and sucking deeply. The stimulation of her sensitive n*pples made her twist her body.

Though Yvonne was overwhelmed by pleasure, her heart raced with unease. Being so close to her, Liam noticed her reaction but dismissed it as mere excitement. He grabbed her hips and moved faster.

With his intensified movements, Yvonne reached her climax quickly. Yet, Liam’s words continued to echo in her mind.