The Creditor Is My Husband? - Chapter 60

Giselle couldn’t answer Lucas’s whispered question in her ear. She tried to quickly close her hand, but her fingers had already touched her entrance.

Oh, goodness.

The thin skin of the entrance, tightly stretched from accommodating the man’s thick member, was clearly felt at her fingertips. It was amazing it hadn’t torn.

“Don’t worry. It won’t tear.”

Lucas spoke at that moment, as if he had clearly seen through her inner thoughts. Giselle involuntarily opened her eyes and protested.

“B-but it’s so big…”

“…Big?”

Lucas tilted his head slightly, repeating the end of her sentence. A mischievous smile played on his lips. Seeing him, Giselle blushed and covered her face with both hands.

“I don’t know! That’s, that’s not what I meant!”

Feeling the thing filling her belly seemingly growing even larger, she lowered her hands covering her face and looked at him with round eyes.

She could see wrinkles forming between the brows of the man who had been smiling mischievously just moments ago.

“Um, Lucas… hup!”

Giselle, hesitating and opening her mouth again, quickly inhaled. It was because Lucas firmly grasped her slender waist.

“I can’t hold back any longer. Bear with it even if it hurts a little, Giselle.”

“Huh? What do you… ow.”

Giselle’s question was swallowed whole by Lucas, who bent down, pouncing on her.

He seemed so urgent, it was hard to believe he had been so leisurely just moments ago.

“Haaah, haah!”

Lucas roughly moved his hips while firmly grasping Giselle’s br*east with one hand.

Squelch squelch, lewd sounds filled the bedroom along with their moans.

* * *

“Nng…”

Giselle whimpered like a puppy as she tried to turn on her side in her sleep. A dull pain rising from somewhere below her body disturbed her sleep.

No, not just one part, but her entire body felt languid and sore as if she had been beaten all over.

“…Hnn.”

She whimpered again, then suddenly became alert due to the sensation of something hard at her fingertips. Moreover, it even twitched and bumped against her hand as if it were alive.

‘What is this?’

While the identity of it was vaguely familiar yet unclear, Giselle forcibly pushed open her heavy eyelids.

As she half-opened her eyes, a man’s chest, devoid of any excess fat, came into her view.

While blankly staring at that chest, something bumped her hand that seemed to be asking for attention. Giselle unconsciously lowered her gaze to check it.

A terrifying flesh with dark red veins protruding.

“Ah, aah… hmp!”

Only then did Giselle fully wake up, and she instinctively tried to scream but covered her mouth with both hands. Her mind went blank at the realization that she had been touching the source of her torment all night.

‘Please be asleep…’

She couldn’t even breathe and just rolled her eyes around before slightly raising her gaze. But contrary to Giselle’s desperate wish, she made direct eye contact with the man who seemed to have been awake for a while.

Lucas, whose eyes met hers, raised one corner of his mouth crookedly and spoke.

“You clung to my body all night, not letting go, and even that’s not enough?”

“Not enough, who… No, who clung to what in the first place!”

Giselle, who had been cautiously watching to see if he had woken up, quickly flared up and protested.

‘Come to think of it, it was this man who clung to my body all night as if it were food, sucking and licking… hmp!’

She blushed, embarrassed by her own thoughts. The simple words — cling, suck, lick — vividly brought back memories of last night.

“Hmm… What were you thinking about that made your face so red?”

“I wasn’t thinking about anything!”

Giselle quickly retorted to Lucas, who was asking her with a mischievous expression, then tried to get up. That is, until she saw her naked body exposed through the fallen blanket.

“Woah!”

She looked down unconsciously at the thought of her exposed body feeling chilly, then sat back down again, startled. Then she pulled all the blankets Lucas had been covering himself with to hide her body.

As a result, his naked body was fully exposed this time.

“Why are you naked! Put some clothes on!”

Giselle, unknowingly admiring his well-defined abs for a moment, soon panicked and covered herself with the blanket.

Lucas let out a laugh of disbelief at her appearance, covering herself with the blanket up to her head like a child playing ghost, then casually remarked.

“We saw everything last night, why are you hiding now?”

“…S-still. The dark night and bright morning are different, you know.”

She mumbled from under the blanket in response to his question. Lucas looked at the blanket standing upright in front of him, then covered his forehead with his hand and laughed again.

“Nng…”

Giselle frowned under the blanket, unable to come out.

When she first realized they were both naked, she was so surprised that she momentarily forgot, but now curled up under the blanket, various parts of her body started to ache again.

‘I wish I could soak in some warm water.’

When is this man going to leave?

She didn’t have the courage to even peek out from under the blanket, feeling embarrassed and shy about facing him.

So all Giselle could do right now was sigh heavily while covered by the blanket. At that moment, Lucas’s voice was heard.

“Are you going to stay like that? Aren’t you going to wash up?”

“Ah! You go wash first.”

She answered in surprise, interrupting her sigh. But Lucas, seemingly not intending to follow her words right away, asked again.

“Giselle, what about you?”

“I, no, I’ll wash up after you’re done.”

Giselle quickly corrected the ‘I’ that had unconsciously slipped out. Throughout the night, whenever she mistakenly called him ‘senior’ or referred to herself as ‘I’ with excessive honorifics, he tormented her more, resulting in an automatic correction of her speech pattern.

‘I thought it wouldn’t be easily fixed since it was so ingrained.’

She shuddered as she recalled the events of the night. Perhaps seeing this despite her being covered by the blanket, a soft laugh was heard from Lucas.

“Is that so? Well, alright then.”

But he got up without saying anything. Then, he must have gone straight to the bathroom, as no sign of him was felt afterwards.

“Phew… Has he left now?”

Giselle finally let out a sigh of relief and slowly pulled down the blanket she had been covering herself with. But what awaited her was an unexpected situation.

The man she thought had gone to the bathroom was still standing next to the bed, wearing only a hastily donned robe.

“Huh?”

Giselle opened her eyes wide and pointed at him.

“Ah, no. Why…”

“I was thinking, is there really a need to wash separately?”

“What?”

“We’re married now, so can’t we wash together? I’ll wash you. You must be uncomfortable anyway.”

“Wh-what are you… Are you crazy? No! No way!”

While Giselle was stammering, Lucas wrapped her tightly in the blanket and picked her up. She screamed belatedly, but it was of no use.

* * *

The bathtub was filled with warm water, though it was unclear when it had been prepared.

“Wh-when…”

Giselle’s mouth gaped open at the sight that greeted her as soon as Lucas carried her into the bathroom.

“I told the head maid to prepare it. Just before you started feeling up my body.”

“I-I never felt up…”

She was about to protest against his teasing words but closed her mouth. She couldn’t deny that she had touched that part of him while half-asleep.

“Put me down now. I want to wash.”

Instead, Giselle squirmed in his arms, trying to hide her embarrassed expression. Now that she was in the bathroom, she thought she might as well soak in the warm water.

‘Surely, washing together was just a joke. He couldn’t have been serious, right?’

But contrary to her hopes, Lucas asked with sparkling eyes, seemingly amused,

“Oh? You want to wash together?”

“No, that’s… Are you really thinking of washing together?”

When Giselle looked at him with wavering eyes, Lucas chuckled and put her down. She immediately got into the bathtub, hurriedly covering her chest with both hands and sitting with her knees up.

Her attempts to cover herself were pitiful yet somehow cute.

‘What? Cute?’

He smiled involuntarily at his own thought, then spoke.

“I’ll call a maid, so wash comfortably and come out. I won’t eat you, so relax.”

“…Wh-who said anything?”

Giselle stammered and curled up even more. The red flush rising on her pale cheeks was clearly visible.

He chuckled again, placed the blanket that had been wrapped around her in a corner of the bathroom, and went out.

“……”

At the sound of the bathroom door closing, Giselle cautiously turned her head to look towards the door. She thought Lucas might be standing there with a mischievous face, but contrary to her expectations, he wasn’t there this time.

“…He really left, I guess.”

He made teasing jokes about washing together, but in the end, he left so matter-of-factly.

Perhaps because of that…

Giselle found herself feeling a bit disappointed and pouted.

“…Disappointed?”

“I’m crazy.”

Startled by her own feelings, she fanned herself with her hand. But that alone wasn’t enough to calm her, so she cupped water with both hands and wet her face.

“Puha… Disappointed, who’s disappointed.”

Giselle muttered to herself as she wiped her dripping face with her hands.

And several more times even after that, until the maid came to assist with her bath.