Chapter 1 – Prologue

The Houndworth Mansion was heating up passionately from ten o’clock at night.

“There, hng, right there, that’s good…….”

Damian curled the two fingers he had thrust straight inside the hole into a circle. As he pressed the tips and scraped along the inner wall, Berry’s hips twitched. The entrance tightened, and viscous fluids ran down Damian’s fingers to his wrist.

“It’s troublesome if you feel it this much already.”

“T-that’s because of you. Who’s the one who made me like this…….”

“Mm. Not words I dislike hearing. Then try to hold out a little more.”

Berry bit her lip as if she felt wronged. She barely managed to suppress a moan, but Damian’s persistent touch, squeezing and scraping through the narrow gap, only grew more intense, making her body tremble with heightened sensitivity. Even before she could accept his aroused member, it felt like she was about to reach the peak, gushing out all at once.

As Berry tried to squeeze her thighs together, Damian, as if not allowing it, grabbed her knee with one hand and spread her legs open. Wings soaked with fluids spread wide. The plump, inner flesh tinged a lovely red, quivering. There was a cave greedily devouring Damian’s fingers.

Damian slowly pulled his fingers out and then thrust them deep again. His large, firm fingers mashed the flesh of the inner wall they touched.

“Ah!”

He shook his hand side to side and thrust upward. It was a rough and fast movement. Within seconds, a deep moan burst from Berry’s lips, and more fluids gushed down Damian’s wrist.

Those fluids seeped beneath Berry’s hips onto the cherry-colored velvet sofa. Soon, part of it, stained with her essence, spread into a darker shade.

“Berry Swanton, you did very well.”

Damian, as if he were a private tutor, called her name and wiped his soaked fingers on the sofa. His lopsided smile was so charming that Berry, without even a chance to voice her grievance, had to clutch her pounding chest.

“It’s a new sofa that arrived in the study this morning, but now it’s all soaked. Well, I suppose it’s an honor for a sofa in this way.”

However, at his following lewd words, Berry’s cheeks flushed even redder than the rosy flesh below her waist. Damian finally undid the front of his pants, which had been bulging for some time. His proud, er*ect member swayed boldly.

“My beloved wife. Now, I’m thinking of spilling a bit more on the sofa.”

Berry was a bit annoyed at Damian for teasing her, but she only pouted her lips and didn’t say anything. In truth, she was the one who, burning with impatience, had walked into Damian’s study herself.

They hadn’t even been married for a full month yet, still newlyweds, and in that time Damian had been away on business for nearly two weeks. The night before he left, they had made love to their hearts’ content, but even after returning today, if he stayed locked up in the study until this late, she couldn’t help but feel upset.

Her body and heart both ached to see him, but he didn’t seem to notice, just staring at reports past midnight. Seeing Damian like that, she had felt more childish than hurt.

So, her attempt at a little provocation had ended up like this.

She had never imagined doing it in the study instead of the bedroom.

The more she realized the reality, the more shame and excitement made Berry’s body feel sweeter. Damian, too, had tried to restrain himself, but the moment he saw her come in wearing only a slip, his pent-up desire exploded.

For newlyweds in love, they couldn’t even wait for the time it would take to move to the bedroom. So, they compromised on the sofa inside the study.

Neither Berry, who gushed fluids from just a few finger thrusts, nor Damian’s impatient member, which leaked prec*m the moment he touched her entrance, were in any position to scold the other.

Damian grabbed his member with his hand and held it upright. He placed one knee on the back of the sofa and positioned his hips between Berry’s thighs, which hung limply down.

Thrust. Squish.

With a single thrust of his hips, Damian’s thick, veined member pierced Berry’s hole.

“Ah!”

Berry’s back arched like a bow, and her head fell back. Damian leaned over and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His hot breath touched the nape of her neck. Since her entrance had already released a wave of fluids, it was a little easier for her to accept his member.

But only for a moment—Berry’s lower entrance soon tightened painfully from the size and intensity, so different from his fingers. The deeper he thrust, the more it felt like she would tear.

“Hng.”

Damian carefully watched her condition, adjusting his speed and force. As he lifted his hips from below and teased her, Berry found it even harder to endure than if he had just been rough.

“Ah, Damian…!”

His member throbbed and swelled inside her every time it broke through and struck her inner walls. Berry tried to move her hips to ease the overwhelming sensation, but under Damian, it was impossible.

“Teasing my wife isn’t so bad, after all.”

“Ha, ha.”

She wanted to retort, but Damian’s hands roughly squeezed her br*asts, and his hips thrust fiercely, leaving Berry only able to gasp for breath.

Ah, it feels good.

Her entrance, accepting him after a long time, alternated between pain and delight. Both sensations were heightened to the extreme. The tingling reached all the way to her toes, making it impossible to put any strength in her thighs. At this rate, she felt she would gush and climax alone again.

She didn’t want that.

‘It’s hard to hold on. It’s too… intense.’

Damian sucked hard on her n*pple. Without pulling out, he rotated his hips inside her. Her entrance, tightly gripping the furious pillar, refused to let go. Her essence splattered even up to his firm t*sticles, swallowing his member whole.

If she lost her strength here, Damian’s thrusts would send her rolling off the sofa, so Berry clung tightly to his waist. Maybe because of that, his piston-like thrusts seemed to soften for a moment, but then his speed doubled. He pressed in with an incredible pace, using almost only his hips, keeping his thighs glued to her bottom.

“Aaah!”

She could feel the skin where they met swelling red. Unlike Damian’s muscular legs, Berry’s plump thighs ripened deliciously like fruit ready to eat.

The hand that had been squeezing her br*ast paused for a moment, and as his elegant neck arched toward the ceiling, the thick pillar inside her shook side to side, spurting cloudy white fluid.

“Ugh.”

“Ha, aaah!”

Even after painting her inner walls with his seed a couple of times, Damian didn’t pull out right away. As Berry’s leg, now limp, slid down off the sofa, he grabbed her ankle and straightened her leg. Then, with his member buried to the root, he slowly rotated his hips.

It’s hot. So hot, she felt like she might melt away.

It wasn’t a problem of strength in her legs, but rather, her whole body seemed to deflate like air leaking from a balloon.

With every movement Damian made, wet fluids seeped out little by little beside the hole. The suggestive heat wrapped around her entire body, melting her to the core, even in her mind.

“Turn around.”

What? Isn’t he going to kiss me and then go up to the bedroom now?

For a moment, Berry wondered if she had misheard, so she didn’t answer. Damian straightened his back and pulled out his hips. The member that had filled her so tightly slipped out from between the opening. Even in that moment, Berry could feel the ridged tip, making her hips flinch.

“Is it over now, or do we have to go to the bedroom… Are you not tired?”

In her confusion, sentences tangled awkwardly from Berry’s lips. Damian understood perfectly and flatly refused.

“It’s not over yet, so there’s no need to go to the bedroom, and I’m not tired at all.”

It was the first time she’d ever found his gentle smile frightening.

She should have braced herself from the moment she entered the study, but now that she realized this wouldn’t end easily, her heart pounded for no reason.

Will I even be able to sleep tonight?

“I have no intention of letting you sleep tonight.”

Ah, so that’s how it is.

“You must have expected at least that much when you jumped on me, right?”

Damian lifted Berry up in his arms. He stretched out her arms to grab the back of the sofa and turned her around.

“If you lose strength in your legs, just put your knees down and sit up on the sofa. It might be a bit damp, though.”

“Hng!”

Without warning, Damian thrust himself deep between her b*ttocks. The moist and slippery place easily allowed him in. While speaking to her, his member, now fully hardened again, pushed in from behind even deeper.

Despite the difference in their leg lengths making the position awkward, Damian instinctively found a solution. He bent his knees slightly and thrust upward from below.

As Berry’s body shook violently, Damian gripped her hips tightly.

His member stirred wildly in the deepest spot where her sweet honey pooled thickly.

The sounds of a fountain pen pressing ink onto paper, the sound of turning book pages, and the sound of stamping documents while reviewing reports—none of those could be heard in the study anymore.

Instead, there were the sounds of flesh slapping, fluids splattering in all directions, and between ragged breaths, moans and cries began to mix.

Clinging to her trembling legs, Berry wondered what would have happened if this man had not become her husband.

On that foolish day at the cruise party, if he hadn’t appeared……

Splat.

As her memory drifted back, it sounded as if a wave crashed against the hull and shattered to pieces.

That was the day she had tried to resist marriage with all her might, indulging in reckless acts.