The Creditor Is My Husband? - Chapter 59

It was completely different from what she had vaguely imagined. She thought it was just pressing lips together and sharing sweet breaths, but it was closer to intense eroticism. In the sense that she was allowing an invasion she had never permitted anyone before.

Every time the tongue that wasn’t hers rubbed against her palate and swept behind her gums as if it owned the place, Giselle’s body jerked.

But even then, she couldn’t escape from Lucas’s embrace. No, rather, with each movement, Giselle’s robe slipped off, revealing her white shoulders, collarbone, and one side of her chest.

Of course, Giselle herself was too preoccupied with trying to keep up with Lucas’s intense kiss to realize her disheveled state.

Lucas was the first to notice her condition. He left his teeth marks on her quickly swollen lips, then carefully removed his hand that had been pressing down on her shoulder. A large handprint was visible on her white skin.

It evoked a strange sense of fulfillment along with thirst. He lowered his lips to the shoulder where his handprint remained.

“Wh-what are you… Wait, ah!”

Giselle twisted her body again at the sensation of his lips on her skin, without even a chance to catch her breath. Lucas firmly held her waist with one hand as she tried to escape from him, moving his lips to the side.

On her straight collarbone as well.

The next place his lips headed was her chest, exposed through the fallen robe.

To the very place Giselle had been unaware of until now.

“……!”

Giselle’s eyes widened at the same moment Lucas took her nipple, which had been standing erect from tension, into his mouth. It happened before she could do anything about it.

“Ah, no, this isn’t…”

This can’t be happening. How… She was so shocked she couldn’t even speak properly and threw her head back. At the same time, the innocent bed sheet crumpled in her hands.

I swear, I didn’t know it would be like this.

She hadn’t had the luxury of imagining what the first night as a married couple would be like, but even if she had imagined, she never dared to think such an embarrassing and intense night would unfold.

The sensation of someone else’s tongue rolling her nipple in their mouth.

How could this…

Words that couldn’t form complete sentences escaped her lips in fragments of moans.

“Ah… ah, Sen…”

Lucas raised his head after sucking on Giselle’s br*east, ignoring her intermittent moans. And the nipple that had been toyed with in his mouth popped out, thoroughly soaked in saliva.

“Sen, ah… Senior. Please…”

She didn’t know why Lucas had stopped, but feeling relieved, she desperately spoke while firmly grasping his arm.

“Senior, hah, now, stop.”

Her chest rose and fell repeatedly with her rapid breaths. In that short time, Lucas had tormented her so much that one of her br*easts was glistening, completely covered in saliva.

“Please, Sen…”

“…Senior?”

Lucas raised one eyebrow as he stopped fiddling with the nipple he had just been rolling in his mouth. Giselle, unable to notice the mischievous glint that flashed across his face as she was trying to catch her breath, quickly nodded.

She just wanted to escape from this situation.

From this situation where her body didn’t feel like her own, making her shiver and even feel scared.

“I don’t do this kind of thing with juniors.”

“……?”

“This kind of lewd act, I mean.”

He traced her chest with his fingertip along with a mischievous smile, then flicked her erect nipple.

“Ah, that…”

Giselle tried to protest with a bright red face at his attitude of toying with her chest that seemed as if he was playing with a favorite toy. But it was in vain as Lucas once again put his weight on her body.

“Sen- no, Lucas, don’t, ah, don’t do this.”

“Really?”

After barely suppressing a moan that was about to burst out, Giselle pushed against his chest, and Lucas slightly moved his body away and asked nonchalantly. Of course, without removing his hand from her chest.

“Do you really want me to stop? Is it okay to stop here? Your lower part seems to be saying something different.”

“What do you, ah!”

Lucas’s hand touched a part that no one, not even herself, had ever touched before. But Giselle’s mind went blank, and she couldn’t even think of pushing away Lucas who had delved between her legs.

“Look here, Giselle. You’re so wet.”

Lucas, looking at her, spoke again with an amused voice. While pushing his finger deep into her core.

“…No, don’t!”

Finally coming to her senses, Giselle hastily inhaled and tried to stop him. But it was already too late. His longest finger, the middle one, had parted her flesh and entered deep inside.

“Ah, ah, uh…”

Giselle unknowingly whimpered and struggled. She wanted to escape from him somehow. She was just scared and it felt strange.

“Shh… Giselle, it’s alright. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Perhaps he had noticed her state.

Lucas’s voice, which had been teasing until now, became gentle. Of course, aside from that, he didn’t seem inclined to remove his fingers inserted inside her body.

“Hnn, this, this is strange. Hah, please, stop now…”

Nevertheless, Giselle could only appeal by relying on Lucas’s kindness. Lucas simply smiled quietly as he looked at her, her face turning bright red as she whimpered.

“…Lucas, please, ah!”

Just as Giselle was about to plead to him once more, the hand exploring her lower region slipped out slightly and then moved again. Simultaneously, her waist arched.

“Hah, no, don’t, I don’t want this, hnng.”

She moaned, shaking her head vigorously at the squelching sounds coming from below her.

She couldn’t believe such lewd sounds were coming from her own body. She wanted to think it was just a dream that a man’s hand was rubbing inside her intimate place.

“Haa, hnn… uh.”

However, every time Lucas’s long fingers rubbed somewhere on her inner walls, the pleasure that shot up to the crown of her head told her that this situation could never be a dream. Such vivid, no, intense pleasure couldn’t be a dream.

“Hah, Lu…”

Lucas.

Before Giselle could even finish calling his name, Lucas overlapped his lips with hers. Then he wrapped her tongue with his own, pulled it, and soon swallowed all the breath she exhaled.

It was as if he was about to devour everything of hers.

“Hnng, hnn…”

Giselle’s moans leaked through their overlapped lips. And from below, the squelching sounds continued endlessly.

Giselle’s lower region, which had been struggling with just one of his fingers, was now greedily swallowing two and still seemed unsatisfied. Though she herself didn’t seem aware of her state, Lucas, who was exploring inside her, clearly perceived the change.

He raised one corner of his mouth and slightly lifted his body. Then, a string of saliva stretched long between her lips and his before breaking off.

“Ah…”

As if her mind had been lost in the intense kiss, Giselle’s eyes were blurred before slowly regaining focus. Then, belatedly realizing her state, she hurriedly tried to close her legs.

“You’re still not being honest, my dear junior.”

Lucas once again used a mischievous tone, calling her ‘junior’ as he grabbed her thighs and spread them even wider. The cool night air touched her skin directly.

Perhaps because she had been holding heat until now, the coldness touching her skin felt even colder. Giselle reflexively shivered and reached out, groping around.

“What are you looking for?”

“Uh, well, my robe…”

“It’s been off for a while now.”

Lucas glanced at the robe fallen on the bed floor, then positioned himself between her legs again. Then he continued speaking to Giselle, who was looking at him with round eyes.

“Even if you put it on, you’ll just take it off again anyway.”

His navy blue eyes darkened to the point of seeming almost black. She saw herself trapped in that gaze, then seeing the man approaching her again, she tightly shut her eyes.

Something heavy touched between her spread legs. At the same time, her heart sank, instinctively sensing something. Giselle hurriedly opened her eyes and spoke.

“Wait, just, hng!”

She couldn’t finish her words and grabbed his shoulders. She involuntarily held her breath because of the man entering her, stretching her lower region tightly.

“Hnn, aah…”

Giselle’s eyes seemed to redden, and tears rolled down. It was tears born from the unfamiliarity and fear of someone else’s body entering her own, and the dull pain filling the inside of her belly.

“Giselle, does it hurt a lot?”

Perhaps seeing the tears rolling down her eyes, Lucas asked, furrowing his brow as he was about to move his hips. Giselle, seizing the moment, answered in a groaning voice while gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Nngh, it hurts and it’s hard. Let’s, hng, stop now… Ah! Wh-what are you touching!”

“You’re taking it well even though it’s your first time. No wounds either.”

Lucas, disregarding Giselle’s attitude of trying to push him away in shock, felt around the area where they were joined with his hand. Giselle tightly closed her eyes as his hand touched her entrance, or more precisely, the opening where his c**k was inserted.

“You touch it too.”

“D-don’t do that!”

“It’s okay, really.”

He smiled and grabbed Giselle’s wrist, guiding it downwards. Giselle tried to pull her hand away from his grasp, but she couldn’t possibly overpower him.

As a result, the hand he held touched her lower region, a place she couldn’t even bring herself to name.

“……!”

“How is it? You’re gripping tightly, right?”