I. The Duchess of Elmano
Chapter 1. The First Night
The wedding was incomparably grand.
Red flower petals carpeted every step she took, and precious treasures hung lavishly wherever her eyes fell.
Distinguished guests filling the brilliant chapel, each adorned in splendid attire, watched the marriage of the most noble bloodline and wealthiest aristocrat in the Bayaroman Empire, Duke Kais Elmano.
“I bless this couple, now husband and wife, in the name of God.”
The solemn ceremony, which had continued for half a day, concluded with the High Priest’s blessing.
Afterward, the bustling reception continued until late evening.
In the grand banquet hall, where food for the guests was piled like mountains, the music from the orchestra echoed high enough to touch the ceiling.
People chatted boisterously, eating and drinking merrily. Not only the guests but also their servants, maids, coachmen, and even the horses tied to the carriages—no one went hungry at this abundant wedding. Except for one person: the bride herself.
“Ah, I’m starving to death.”
After the seemingly endless reception finally ended, Lariella returned to the duchess’s chamber, clutching her empty stomach.
With a corset so tight she could barely breathe and a dress so heavy she couldn’t climb stairs alone, Lariella had barely eaten all day.
All she could consume was just enough water to wet her throat, dried meat that required extensive chewing to swallow, and a bit of fruit. By the time she returned to her room and removed the dress studded with jewels, she was dizzy with hunger.
While noble young ladies from the capital might be accustomed to standing like dolls throughout balls while starving all day, it wasn’t easy for Lariella, who came from the distant countryside. After removing the corset as well, her flattened stomach regained its shape, and a loud rumbling sound echoed through the room.
“My lady, please sit here.”
Maid Marie led Lariella, now in her chemise, to the mirror.
Even as she sat down, Lariella’s mind was filled with thoughts of the food she had seen at the banquet.
Among them, she especially remembered the lamb, browned to perfection, emitting a savory aroma, and piled high on silver platters. Recalling its appetizing appearance made her mouth water so much that it nearly dripped out.
“Marie, can’t I have just one piece of lamb?”
Slurp—swallowing her saliva, Lariella turned to Marie with a pitiful expression. Her right index finger, which she held up to emphasize “just one piece,” looked pathetic.
“No, my lady. It’s not over yet.”
But Marie firmly shook her head at Lariella’s desperate request.
The reason was simple.
“There’s something even more important than the wedding ceremony.”
When Lariella realized what Marie meant by “something even more important than the wedding ceremony,” her fierce hunger suddenly subsided.
The wedding night.
The sacred and intimate first night that every married couple must experience.
When night deepened and Lariella finished preparing for bed, her husband, Duke Kais Elmano, who had vowed to become her spouse before God, would come to her. To spend that first night with her.
Noble young ladies in the Bayaroman Empire typically received education about intercourse between men and women when their marriages were arranged. Even so, it usually consisted only of the young lady’s mother, nurse, or a governess who had experienced marriage and childbirth, politely circumventing the topic with elegant language and incomprehensible metaphors.
But even that wasn’t possible for Lariella.
Her mother had passed away long ago, and her family, the Polar baronial household, was a modest scholarly family governing a small rural territory. There was no nurse to care for a twenty-year-old young lady, nor a governess who used refined aristocratic language.
The person who stepped forward to personally teach Lariella about the wedding night was her new sister-in-law, Murina.
Murina, also a distant relative of the Polar siblings, had been close with Lariella since childhood. Moreover, with her naturally playful and generous personality, she had no hesitation in conveying embarrassing stories.
Throughout Murina’s explanation, Lariella’s face turned as red as a fully ripened plum.
Among the noble young ladies of Bayaroman, she was probably the only one to receive such explicit and graphic education about intercourse between men and women.
‘You know, Larie, though it’s not visible from the outside, women have a deep hole hidden between their legs. Right behind where urine comes out. And men have an elongated c*ck attached between their legs. When men and women have intercourse, the man’s elongated c*ck enters the woman’s deep hole, and the two become one. Just like this.’
The story alone was embarrassing enough, but Murina, insisting on making it perfectly clear, held up a one-span-long ivory-handled key. Then she slowly began to push it into the keyhole of a large wooden box.
The simple act of inserting a key into a keyhole, after hearing explanations about women’s holes and men’s c*cks, evoked quite lewd imaginations.
Lariella felt strange and her mouth went completely dry.
‘So…… does that mean a man’s c-c*ck is…… as long as that key?’
At Lariella’s rather serious question, Murina burst into uncontrollable laughter. Then, with an expression that suggested Lariella was way off, she shook her extended index finger from side to side.
‘No way! Even normally, it’s much longer and much thicker than this. Plus, there are two round pouches dangling underneath. And that’s not all! What usually hangs limply downward swells up as hard and big as a wooden pestle when excited. Then, going in and out of the woman’s hole like this, like this, and at the moment when it becomes so intense that your vision blurs, pop! It sprays its seed deep inside the hole.’
Having pushed the key all the way into the hole, Murina repeatedly pulled it out and thrust it back in, matching her “like this, like this” rhythm.
Then suddenly, with a loud “pop!” she thrust it in forcefully, startling Lariella, who had been watching Murina’s hand movements without even breathing properly.
‘A wooden pestle…… you don’t mean the one Mrs. Tara carries around? That’s impossible. If something like that went in and out between my legs, my body would split in two.’
Mrs. Tara, who was in charge of cooking at the Polar household, often carried a wooden rolling pin in her hand for rolling out bread dough. Estimating the size and thickness of that wooden rolling pin, Lariella’s face instantly turned as white as the inside of an apple.
Bursting into laughter again at this sight, Murina firmly grasped her lovely sister-in-law’s hand.
‘Larie, there’s no need to be afraid. It only hurts the first time. Whether it’s kissing, caressing, or intercourse, once you know that thrilling and ecstatic feeling, you’ll be desperate for more. So don’t be too shy, just follow the duke’s lead well.’
‘Thrilling and ecstatic feeling’
The feeling of showing her n*ked body to him, his hands caressing every corner of her body, exchanging hot and deep kisses, and finally fitting together perfectly like a key and keyhole to become completely one…
Tonight, she would finally experience that feeling in Duke Elmano’s arms.
She felt curious and expectant. She wasn’t afraid. There wasn’t a hint of deceit in Murina’s expression when she guaranteed that Lariella would definitely come to like it.
There was just one worry……,
……Surely it couldn’t be as big as a wooden pestle?
