Chapter 6

The chemise, which seemed to be washed and worn every few days, was made of old, coarse cotton, exuding a strong sense of practicality. Though Karel had never glimpsed such intimate garments of other women, he could tell that the fabric was of poor quality.

Yet, whether it was because of the softness he had just grasped beneath that rough layer, the way her movements caused it to sway, or the silhouette faintly illuminated by the moonlight, revealing a body he had never seen before… his already strained self became even more uncomfortable. Karel found himself in an increasingly difficult situation.

In truth, he didn’t know why he was so aroused by this woman. It all began the moment he saw the face of the maid who had accidentally spilled beer on him. Yet, he could swear that no other face, not even the arrogant one that had once looked down on him, had ever stirred such feelings within him.

The fact that he was experiencing such desires for her face was repulsive, and the knowledge that she was a woman accustomed to hosting travelers in a place like this made it all the more humiliating.

As he looked down at the woman’s face, which seemed so naively adorned…

“I told you to take it off.”

The disgust he felt toward himself easily transformed into anger directed at her. “Y-Yes,” she stammered, as she always did, before hurriedly lifting the hem of her chemise over her head. The sight of her bare chest, which swayed slightly as it came into view, caused blood to rush to his lower body once again.

“And here too.”

“W-What?”

That self-loathing drove him to act as though he were accustomed to commanding women. Tapping his trousers’ buttons with an indifferent expression, he caused her eyes to widen in surprise once again.

What was she so shocked about?

Perhaps her unusual beauty made it hard to believe she belonged in a place like this. 

Had she only ever been on the receiving end, letting others take the lead while she passively accepted? 

Her rabbit-like expression, startled and confused, made him suppress a laugh.

Unbelievable. How could that face remind me of a rabbit?

The disgust that had turned into anger was now directed solely at her.

“Didn’t you say you’d clean it?”

“Ah, that’s…”

She hadn’t meant it that way… but her voice trailed off into a whisper. Still, it was because of that misunderstanding that she had this opportunity at all. Although it wasn’t her intention, it didn’t matter if it became so.

…But for someone who had never even held a man’s hand, how could she possibly be prepared for this?

And yet, the noble son of Montferdia, a figure so high that the likes of her in this remote village of Oedel could never hope to encounter, expected her to fulfill his request.

‘Can I do this…?’

Wearing only a single piece of undergarment on her lower half, she knelt demurely on the floor. Slowly, she began unbuttoning the trousers of the man in front of her, towering over her. As her hands brushed against the fabric, she felt something hard twitch beneath it. Though her knowledge of men was limited to the bawdy jokes she’d overheard in taverns, she couldn’t fully grasp what that meant.

Throughout it all, Karel merely looked down at her actions with a detached gaze. The self-loathing he felt for taking advantage of an inn maid diminished slightly as he maintained this passive stance. His eyes remained fixed on the sight of her platinum-like hair swaying near his navel, bathed in moonlight.

Once she had finished unbuttoning his trousers and lowered his undergarments along with them, revealing everything…

‘…Gasp!’

The sight before her left her utterly shocked. The sound of her sharp intake of breath echoed in the silent room.

What appeared before her was a thick, dark red column of flesh, its surface marked with prominent veins. Compared to the elegant, moonlit upper body of the man, which resembled the masterpiece of an ancient sculptor, this part of him seemed almost monstrous, as though it belonged to another world.

And most of all, its size… exaggeratedly speaking, it seemed as thick as a child’s arm.

Gulp. A dry swallow traveled down her throat.

She had heard talk of men’s parts being sucked like candy, but she had never imagined something of this size.

Candy? This was no candy…

As she froze in place, stunned by the reality of what had been twitching beneath his trousers, Karel looked down at her motionless head. A faint sense of embarrassment crept over him. After all, it was the first time he had ever revealed himself in such a state to anyone…

Yet, for some reason, the woman knelt meekly before him, staring blankly at what lay before her. Her violet eyes seemed to take in nothing but his member, as though she were appraising it.

Even under her gaze alone, the rigid column gave a twitch. Though she didn’t scream, her entire body flinched in surprise.

…Playing innocent, are we?

Suppressing a smirk, he pressed a hand against her forehead.

“What? Are you going to back out now?”

The words were more directed at himself than at her. It wasn’t as though he held his virginity in high regard, but he hadn’t expected to give it away to an inn maid during this humiliating journey.

During the ten days it took to travel from the royal capital to Oedel, there had been no shortage of women trying to seduce him—serving girls, courtesans, prominent locals, even the daughters of lords. Such temptations had followed him throughout his life, and he had always dismissed them with ease.

So why had he succumbed to this clumsy attempt? No, why had he been aroused from the moment he saw her, unable to calm himself even for a moment…?

Karel’s large hand swept her bangs aside, revealing her smooth forehead. Her head tilted back slightly, her violet eyes shimmering with confusion.

“You said you’d clean it. That’s why I’m like this. Are you just going to leave?”

“N-No… No, I’m not!”

Her slender fingers reached out and wrapped around him. Even that simple touch sent a sharp jolt through him.

A groan escaped through his clenched teeth.

“I-It’s just… I’ve never seen anything like this before…”

Murmuring something that barely made sense, she opened her mouth wide and took the tip into her mouth. Even that filled her mouth completely. Her tongue pressed down, and she felt as though she might gag.

Ugh… 

The unfamiliar sensation nearly overwhelmed Karel, but he managed to restrain himself. It was humiliating enough to be aroused by her; giving in so easily would be even worse. She had done nothing but take the tip into her mouth, yet he was already on the verge of losing control.

The muscles in his jaw tightened.

Is this how it’s supposed to be…?

When she glanced up at him, his expression remained stern. Her confidence wavered, but there was no turning back now.

She tried to recall the stories she’d overheard in the halls of Selma’s inn—about swirling her tongue, sucking gently, cradling the base, or stroking the shaft with her fingers…

But none of it came naturally. Clumsily hiding her teeth behind her lips, she moved back and forth as much as her mouth would allow. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, but her mouth was so full that she couldn’t tell if she was doing anything right. Even when she tried to take him deeper, she could barely manage half.

Still, she couldn’t bear to disappoint him. Hoping for the best, she wrapped her fingers around the base and moved her hand in tandem with her mouth.

Am I… doing okay?

She worked diligently, her hand and mouth moving together as she stroked and sucked. Occasionally, she flicked her tongue over the slit at the tip or gently cupped the heavy sac beneath. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, pooling on the floor.

To Karel, it was both frustrating and exhilarating.

Each time she sucked, he had to summon all his willpower to hold back, but he seemed to be adjusting. Her efforts were tantalizing, but they lacked the depth and pressure he craved. He needed more—something tighter, something that would completely envelop him.

His throat felt dry.

Driven by that longing, he instinctively pressed down on her head.

“…Guh!”

The tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed, her body jerking in response. Terrified of angering him…

‘I-I can’t…’

Her violet eyes darted up to meet his, wide with panic, before she redoubled her efforts. She moved her hand and head with renewed vigor, licking and sucking with all her might.

“…That’s enough.”

“Pardon?”

She looked up at him, dazed.