“Ahh!”

Constantine struggled to control his grip that wanted to tighten whenever he held her soft br*asts and bottom. She had such a delicate frame that he was afraid of breaking her if he grabbed carelessly here and there.

‘I’m crazy.’

In broad daylight. And in the bathroom no less. This wasn’t the plan.

He couldn’t maintain his composure when touching her. While he couldn’t say he had no ulterior motives when undressing her, he hadn’t planned to go all the way.

Not because he didn’t want to, but because he had to restrain himself.

But watching her sucking on his fingers and getting so wet, he simply couldn’t hold back. In the end, he hastily undid just his waist and invaded her inside.

“Hah…”

Damnably good.

Was this how all women’s bodies felt? Or was her insides uniquely this good?

It was a question he asked before, but he already knew the answer.

At first, just holding her hand was enough.

But gradually, he wanted to touch other places, wanted to reach deeper.

Finally she had become his wife, and knowing he could naturally possess her, could touch her freely, gave him peace of mind.

So he thought he could control himself. He had planned to soothe her carefully and give her a gentle first night, so the young and innocent her wouldn’t be frightened.

But how had it turned out? Hadn’t he driven her like a madman last night?

The boiling sensation within him that he hadn’t known ran so deep.

Though he tried to brush it off as the syrup’s effect yesterday, just look at himself now.

Unable to hold back even for a moment, wasn’t he desperately burrowing into this small body on the bathroom floor?

“Hah…”

The night with her had taught him several new things about himself.

He learned he had such madly burning desires within him. It was fascinating how he remained unsatisfied no matter how many times they did it.

And… deep sleep.

The incredibly deep sleep he’d had.

Caligo’s presence had completely disappeared.

Even during the day when he was apart from her, it couldn’t push its whispers into his head. Yet there was no problem drawing out power.

Just what did you do, hm? Saena.

What have you done to me?

His eyes gleamed with momentary ferocity as he looked down at Saena’s face.

“Huah, ah…”

But when those unfocused pretty purple eyes looked up at him tearfully, that expression quickly disappeared.

“Hic! Co-Constan… aahn!”

Satisfied with the varied m*ans escaping like she was about to lose her breath, he tried to provide even more diverse stimulation.

“What? How should I do it?”

“Ungh, uh. Too, hic… Aah! It’s, it’s too deep. Unng.”

Yet somehow he wanted to make her cry out wildly.

“So, do you dislike it?”

“…u, uh. Gentle… hic!”

Ignoring her request to be gentle because it was too deep, he thr*st his d*ck deeper and harder, making Saena cry out like a m*an. As her inner walls convulsed, likely reaching another cl*max, he took the opportunity to spread her open more forcefully while rapidly moving his c*ck in and out.

Saena clutched his shoulder epaulettes like she’s trying to tear them off.

“Huah…!”

Her eyes blurred with tears, not knowing how to handle the overflowing pleasure.

Constantine smiled wickedly seeing her trembling and curling up, trying to reduce the sensation even slightly because the excessive pleasure was too much to bear.

He didn’t want to leave her be.

He spread her thighs to their limit and moved his hips more mercilessly.

“Aah…, hic! St-stop!”

He didn’t want to be the only one driven mad by this sensation that felt like his head was burning up.

“It’s alright, cry.”

Only under me.

It seems you don’t even know what you’ve done to me.

Constantine drove into Saena relentlessly, wanting her to sob uncontrollably beneath him.

He swallowed even her gasping breaths as she tried to regulate her breathing.

* * *

Saena woke up with a sense of déjà vu.

Without looking, she knew the sun must be high. No, it must be past noon by now.

“Ugh, my whole body aches…”

Looking back after a few days, the first night seemed tame in comparison.

Since entering the bedroom for their wedding night, Saena hadn’t been able to leave. Their nights were terribly long and persistent, literally lasting until dawn before he would finally release her.

The lovemaking that began at sunset only ended when the sun showed signs of rising.

If she grew tired and drowsy in the middle, Constantine would lift her to sit on top of him and thr*st up from below.

Then her hazy consciousness would forcibly awaken, and she would cry until her voice grew hoarse, only falling asleep around the end of night or early morning.

As a result, she would fall asleep like fainting during daylight hours, and when she woke up, she would eat, bathe, and soon it would be evening again.

Then another night with Constantine would repeat.

While wedding celebrations typically lasted a week, it was customary for newlyweds to emerge from their chamber after three or four days to greet the guests.

But Saena had stayed in the bedroom the entire time until it ended.

‘…I should go out and greet people today.’

Though her sense of time was slightly vague from constantly falling into unconscious sleep and having her days and nights reversed, today must be the last day of the celebrations.

She felt embarrassed already.

People would surely give knowing looks, even if they didn’t openly ask what was so good that they stayed the full week.

“…This is crazy, really.”

Still, it’s fortunate that she seemed to wake up a bit earlier today.

Saena pushed aside the blanket and lowered her legs to the floor. Despite her thighs being overworked all week, they hadn’t become stronger or more muscular. They still just trembled.

Saena pulled the bell rope to call a serving maid and had her prepare the bath.

“……”

Though it was embarrassing how explicitly the fl*ids flowed down her inner thighs today as well, she walked carefully while pressing her robe between her legs.

“Saya.”

But before she could reach the bathroom, Constantine entered.

“You’re up early today. Are you… feeling alright?”

“…Ah, yes…”

It feels like there was a similar situation a few days ago.

This scene definitely gives her a sense of déjà vu.

“Are you uncomfortable? Shall I carry you?”

“…No!”

If she went into the bathroom with him again…

Saena earnestly refused.

“I’ll just carry you there. Don’t worry.”

While Saena made an embarrassed expression at his knowing smile, he lifted her up. He headed to the bathroom carrying her as easily as if she were a doll.

The maid who had been drawing the bath and adding bath salts saw them, blushed, and bowed deeply in greeting.

“The bath is ready. Should I… take my leave?”

Then she asked this.

“No, no! You don’t have to leave!”

Saena held back the maid who was looking at the Duke’s expression while asking if she should leave, and instead gave Constantine a sidelong glance.

“My, how cruel to drive me away.”

“…As if you won’t be fully dressed anyway.”

Even if they were left alone, she would be the only one embarrassed.

He would drive her wild while he remained properly and neatly dressed as always, and she would be the only one becoming disheveled and limp.

“I’d rather not be the only one feeling embarrassed.” 

Saena grumbled.

“……”

But Constantine’s reaction was a bit strange.

She had expected him to tease back, but he froze with a pale expression like someone whose weakness had been exposed.

“…Constantine?”

Though he soon smiled as if nothing had happened and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“My, did you want me to undress and join you? I failed to notice your desire…”

Seeing Constantine bringing his hand to his collar like he’s about to undress, Saena hurriedly stopped him.

“No, no!”

To his languid smile asking if she was sure, Saena nodded her head vigorously.

“Hmm. Then shall we have tea together after a long while?”

“Tea?”

“After your bath.”

“Ah, yes. That would be nice.”

“Alright. I’ll have it prepared, so come out after washing.”

Constantine pressed his lips lightly to her temple before leaving.

“The master is so affectionate.”

“But this is… a bit too much.”

The maids helping with her bath blushed seeing Saena’s mottled body. Even she knew the state was serious but… what could she do? At least these marks were in places that clothes would cover.

Saena removed her robe and sat down in the bathtub. As she sat still in the water, stray thoughts began to surface.

“……”

Earlier… wasn’t something a bit strange?