The flower scent emanating from him spread thickly. She thought the fragrant smell filling her nostrils didn’t suit someone called the “Black Fog.”

His low, grinding voice was excessively gloomy, making it even more incongruous.

“If you knew my state, you wouldn’t speak of consummation. Haa… no, forget it.”

Aaron wore a face of nearly broken patience. It must be because his nerves had been on edge since the duke’s visit earlier in the day.

In this situation, he must find it absurd that she was seducing him to leisurely enjoy carnal pleasure.

Regret quickly flooded in, making a mockery of the courage she had mustered.

It would have been right to focus on the battle now and resolve their marital issues later.

Unable to endure his continued coldness, she had responded emotionally. Acknowledging this, she couldn’t raise her head from shame.

Lucilia apologized in a dejected voice.

“I didn’t mean to trouble you.”

“…”

“Things seemed awkward between us, and I wanted to resolve it through conversation. But somehow I became defiant… I shouldn’t disturb your mind at such an important time. It’s my fault.”

Aaron rubbed the deep furrow between his brows with his index finger.

The resolve he had barely maintained not to be tempted collapsed in ruins.

Though he tried to maintain his dignity, cries encouraging his competitive spirit buzzed in his ears.

The past is just the past.

‘Your petty emotional wounds? Just heal them.’

‘What’s the problem when the woman before you is giving permission to take her body? Does it hurt your pride?’

‘What does that have to do with pleasure? Have both pleasure and pride.’

Aaron examined the nature of the emotions that swirled whenever a man appeared around Lucilia.

Just today, his daily life had been shaken to the roots, to the point where he couldn’t focus on work all day.

It seemed like winning Lucilia might resolve this d*mn irritation.

When he thought about it, he had reached this point because he couldn’t resolve his own inferiority complex. It was true that he had been cold to Lucilia to the extent that she had to bring up consummation first.

To restore their abnormal relationship, they just needed to live normally like any other couple.

As soon as he finished deliberating, his gray eyes gleamed coldly.

He strode over and pushed Lucilia onto her bed with strong force.

“Mmph!”

“When dawn breaks, you might have to be carried out on a stretcher.”

Though he made this threat, in truth, Aaron was also ignorant about s*xual *ntercourse.

He had only picked up stories from his subordinates’ boastful experiences.

About which parts to target to make a woman writhe, how trying to conquer and tame could lead to addiction in reverse, and how reaching cl*max would empty the mind and shatter sensations in all directions.

They said the ecstasy was incomparable to self-satisfaction.

“If you dislike it, say so now. There’s still room to back out.”

“No. I won’t back out.”

Lucilia, who had lowered her tail but regained her will, answered with a clear tone.

“Huu…”

Aaron pressed his hot eyes gently and lifted her skirt.

The thigh flesh touching his fingertips was unbelievably soft. He quickly relaxed his grip after squeezing it, fearing he might leave bruises.

Each time his hands disturbed her clothing, Lucilia had to use all her strength to suppress her m*ans.

She could barely remember what state of mind had led her to converse with him.

She had answered that she didn’t dislike it, and the atmosphere had changed instantly.

Her body trembled with curiosity and fear about the imminent union.

The tension transmitted from Aaron made her skin crawl more than the cold air seeping into her exposed skin.

His touch was generally careful. However, unrefined l*st would surge, and occasionally fierce strength would frost over.

“Ah!”

When his hot hand gripped her slender waist, she flinched as if sparks had flown.

Aaron, who had been nibbling her nape with his teeth before licking it lengthwise, raised his head. After admiring her n*ked form, he breathed roughly and dropped the cloth covering his lower body.

What she finally faced was the n*ked form of a man with bulging veins.

Though the shape was blurry in the night, the flickering candlelight was enough to see clearly.

He had a perfect body, as if sculpted, without any excess fat. She couldn’t help but admire the warrior’s strength.

She thought they would press flesh against flesh, but unexpectedly, Aaron picked up her skirt and tore the bottom hem.

“This way, I can embrace you with peace of mind.”

He covered Lucilia’s eyes.

Though it was confusing and frightening, she considered Aaron’s feelings first. It wouldn’t be pleasant to feel like one’s mind was being stolen by holy power.

She obediently offered her face as Aaron directed.

As soon as her raised head touched the pillow, unpredictable stimulation began to burst all over her body.

Long fingers digging between her legs, a tongue stirring inside her mouth, and then…

“Ahh! Nngh!”

After touching her body for a while, he confirmed the moist passage and entered immediately.

The tight pressure made her breath catch.

Tears flowed involuntarily as the joint area stung with each friction. Her scalp stood on end, and she was bewildered by sensations she had never experienced before.

Before she could adapt to the unfamiliar feeling, the intensity gradually increased.

Sharp pain seemed to surge, followed by indescribable pleasure spreading throughout her body along her spine.

Lucilia grabbed his thick forearm and twisted her waist.

As if mocking her dullness, he stirred with tremendous destructive power.

“Ahh-hk!”

“Haa, haa.”

As their joined bodies rattled, Lucilia’s eyes reddened with mixed emotions.

It seemed that their marriage in name only had finally gained true meaning. She felt relief and emotion at becoming a complete wife.

Her past flashed before her like a kaleidoscope.

She recalled how she had fallen from praise to contempt, from a noble position to being unwanted.

There were times when she had been so sorrowful that she thought it might be better to die, but she was comforted by this communion with Aaron.

Her chest ached as if stitched with a needle.

At that moment, Aaron, who had been causing irregular vibrations above her, also flinched.

Fearing he might withdraw upon seeing her in pain from her first experience, Lucilia quickly composed her expression.

The movement, which had hesitated briefly, intensified again.

Rough breathing continued to pour out.

He was extremely excited.

With his massive body, he pressed against her fragile form like a madman, immersing himself in pleasure. Sometimes animal-like throat-scratching sounds mixed in.

Lucilia was completely dominated by the act that seemed to end but didn’t, unable to move until she was exhausted.

Only when she was about to faint from breathlessness did the movement stop.

He, who had been galloping like a stallion with twitching muscles, collapsed onto Lucilia’s body.

Even the pressure crushing her ribs was satisfying, and when she gently stroked his back, he bit her chest several times.

After regulating his breathing for a moment, Aaron wiped her disheveled body with a wet towel.

Finally, the cloth covering her eyes was removed.

“If you feel uncomfortable while sleeping, call me.”

Aaron rose, still carrying undiminished heat. Then he returned to his place without lingering.

Around the time when dawn began to break faintly…

Lucilia woke up after a brief sleep.

Her entire body felt as heavy as if she had entered a stream fully clothed and come out again.

She looked around the narrow space where she lay alone.

Though she knew they couldn’t lie together on the field bed, she felt a little disappointed that

Aaron had disappeared behind the partition as if he had been waiting for the act to end.

Not knowing that he had fled as if escaping, fearing he might not let her sleep all night if he stayed by her side.

In contrast to her elation at the unparalleled sense of unity, the current temperature was as cool as if the season had changed.

How amusing. She couldn’t understand why she missed her mother.

Why feel attachment to family who had openly shown hostility? She couldn’t even remember how warm her mother’s embrace was.

Tears welled up from inexplicable sadness.

Occasionally, the lingering attachment she tried to cut off returned as a sense of helplessness. It felt exactly like having her ankle bound by an iron chain.

Would her family feel the same?

Would they sometimes think of her despite trying to forget?

Would they occasionally miss her…

Just as she was sniffling, a low curse came from the other side.

“Huu… d*mn it.”

Was he annoyed because she was crying?

Startled, she pulled the blanket up to the tip of her nose and swallowed her tears.

She did feel guilty about having shaken him last night.

Yesterday she had provoked him out of defiance, but if she saw even the slightest sign of reluctance from Aaron, she intended to avoid stimulating him, even if it meant staying away.

She needed to help him focus on the battle now.

In any case, since Aaron had released his instincts, it seemed they could gradually share emotions too.

As always when facing reality, Aaron was ultimately the person who remained at the end.

‘Our relationship is just beginning.’