Chapter 19

“Can we have s*x?”

“Yes.”  

The doctor quickly answered as if pleading for it to stop. 

s*x? s*x?! 

Yulia screamed internally while lowering her head deeply. It seemed this man had no concept of shame. He was so calm, almost serious, about it.  

“How deep can it go? It wouldn’t be good to go too deep, right? What position is best? Or, are there any positions we should avoid?”  

“Please… stop it, Resti.”  

Yulia whispered in a voice as small as a mosquito’s while tugging on his sleeve. She truly couldn’t lift her head. Why was all the embarrassment her burden to bear?  

“How often is it okay? Or, is it fine to do it for a long time? Is it alright to climax? Oh, and is it okay to lick down there? I can put my tongue in, right? What about fingers? Of course, I’ll wash them clean before touching. And…”  

Her face grew redder and redder. Whether he noticed her reaction or not, Resti was even taking notes like an eager student. The doctor glanced at the now beet-red Yulia with an exhausted expression.  

“Can we do it every day? Or…”  

Unable to hold back any longer, Yulia suddenly stood up from her seat.  

“Stop it!”  

“Yulia, I’m doing this all for you…”  

“Doctor, just tell him we can’t have s*x!”  

“Yulia!”  

The doctor wiped the sweat off his brow.  

“Fine! We won’t do it! I’m not doing it, you pervert!”  

“Yulia, why are you getting angry?”  

“Don’t talk about things like that in front of others, you idiot, Resti, you idiot!”  

“What others? It’s the doctor! We need to tell the doctor everything about your body!”  

While the two of them argued, the doctor quietly packed up his bag.  

“Don’t talk about having s*x with me in front of others!”  

“I’m asking for your sake. To be cautious!”  

“It’s embarrassing! You pervert!”  

The doctor, now holding his bag, stood silently by the door.  

“Well then, I’ll be on my way now.”  

“There are still things I need to ask!”  

“Go!”  

Yulia quickly waved her hands. As Resti tried to hold the doctor back, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around his waist to stop him.  

“s*x… just do it moderately… please. Now, I’ll take my leave.”

Moderately. The word least suited to this man. If he knew how to moderate himself, he wouldn’t have kept going until she was completely drained. Yulia reached out urgently.

“W-Wait! What kind of advice is that?”

But her protest came too late—the door had already closed. Clinging to Resti’s waist, she felt a chill run down her spine.

“He said it’s fine as long as we do it moderately.”

“You don’t know how to do things ‘moderately,’ Resti!”

“I’ll restrain myself.”

“You don’t even know how to restrain yourself—mmph!”

The man, who had gently cradled the back of her head, kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. At first, he softly parted her lips, but then his tongue began to roughly rub against the inside of her mouth.  

‘Restraint, my foot.’  

Yulia muttered inwardly. He already had no restraint left to speak of. As if he ever knew how to restrain himself.  

“Mmm, ah…”  

Whether she thought that or not, her body, already accustomed to Resti, began to heat up. She felt a sticky wetness between her legs. His hand, which traced over her now damp underwear that clung to her intimate area, drew a soft moan from her lips.  

“R-Resti… ah, mmph…”  

“Just halfway. No, three-fourths. I’ll put it in. That should be fine, right?”  

She wanted to ask if that was even possible, but before she could, her body collapsed onto the bed.  

“Again? You’re going to do it again?”

“They said it’s fine as long as it’s moderate.”

“We already did it this morning!”

Despite her small protests, he casually stripped off her underwear. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and licked the damp entrance with his tongue.  

“Ah…”  

Yulia grabbed his hair. Her hips jolted at the lewd movements of his tongue. It felt as if a tremor ran through her abdomen.  

“Ah, mmph…”  

Sticky moans escaped her lips. His thick, soft tongue plunged deep inside, moving as if scooping out the liquid that overflowed. His fingers, which spread her thighs wide, traced over the tender inner flesh before caressing the trembling entrance.  

Soon, his fingers, now wet, slid deep inside. On any other day, he would have relentlessly teased the spots that gave her the most pleasure. But perhaps because of the child, he moved gently, stroking the inner walls carefully.  

“Haah, haah…”  

Ironically, his gentleness made her body burn even more. On any other day, she might have been overwhelmed with pleasure to the point of blanking out. Yulia panted heavily, her hips writhing. Though she gripped his hair tightly, he continued to move cautiously, as if exploring.  

“Resti. Resti… put it in, ah, put it in.”  

At her words, the man, who had been buried between her legs, lifted his head. Seeing his lips glistening with her fluids as he licked them clean sent a shiver through her stomach. 

Her legs trembled as if in spasm. Yulia lowered her gaze to his firm abdomen and the large er*ction below it.  

“J-just a little. Moderately. Haah…”  

Normally, he would have thrust in all at once, but this time, he slowly pushed himself inside. She felt her inner walls tighten and clench around him.  

“Ah, ahh…”  

“Haah… Yulia.”  

Sweat beaded on his forehead. As she touched his cheek, panting, his face looked as though he was struggling to hold back. Resti clenched his eyes shut.  

“I’ll just… put it all in. Haah.”  

At those words, she felt him filling her completely.  

“Mmph…”  

Her entire body trembled. Yulia panted and pushed him away.  

“You said… haah… moderately… ugh, liar!”  

“I’m sorry. Sorry.”  

Though he whispered his apologies, he didn’t stop moving. The bed creaked and rocked as it always did.  

***

Yulia sat quietly in a chair, dressed in a white gown.  

Today was her wedding day.  

She had debated whether she should have the child first or get married beforehand, but Resti had whined every single day about wanting to get married as soon as possible. Because of that, she had been swept into preparing for the wedding, and before she knew it, the day had arrived.  

‘Time really flies.’  

Although she had been steadily preparing for the wedding, she never imagined they could pull off an event of this scale in just two months. Of course, those two months included the time she had run away. 

She couldn’t fathom what Resti had been thinking, continuing with the wedding preparations even after the bride had fled. Did he truly believe he could catch her?  

She gently rubbed her stomach, which now seemed to be slightly rounded.  

He had nagged her endlessly about how the dress shouldn’t be too tight. As a result, the dress was almost loose around her belly.  

‘Come to think of it, what happened to the maid?’  

The maid, whose name she didn’t even know, along with those who had assisted her during baths, were nowhere to be seen. When she asked Resti about their whereabouts, he simply replied that he had introduced them to better jobs. He didn’t offer any further explanation.  

Since he had never lied to her before, she decided to believe him. Besides, why should she care about the maids who had despised her so much simply because she was a ‘commoner’?  

The remaining servants, including the new maids who had replaced them, treated her with utmost respect, as if she were already the Duchess. They had undoubtedly been thoroughly warned.  

“Hoo…”  

When would the wedding begin? 

Resti had repeatedly told her not to leave the room. Because of that, even though the outside was bustling with wedding preparations, it all felt like a distant matter to Yulia.  

As she wiggled her toes, she suddenly heard faint voices outside the door.  

“Is this the right place?”  

“It seems like it.”  

“Leon is so secretive. There’s no need for all this.”

“Everyone already knows. Why the secrecy?”

“I wanted to help her choose the dress.”

Her eyes widened. The voices belonged to an older man and woman. Then came a knock at the door.

“Grace, are you ready?”