Chapter 7

“…N-No, S-Sir Knight, I…”

I’ll do better… 

She thought, but even to her, it sounded unconvincing. As if to prove her words, she continued to move her hands diligently even after removing her mouth. Karel’s expression twisted.

Please, please…

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of the pain from earlier when her throat had been prodded and the sadness of possibly missing her chance. Her shimmering eyes under the moonlight glowed more beautifully than any magically enhanced embroidery.

He didn’t know why she was so desperate to do this for him, but… if she was going to serve him as she pleased, then surely he could act as he pleased as well. Instead of telling her to stop, Karel pushed the head he had been holding all along. Before she could react, her body fell backward.

Her pale golden hair, curling and waving, fluttered before collapsing onto the bedding.

“S-Sir Knight… Ah!”

The grooves of muscle etched into his body moved fluidly as he leaned down, and in the next moment, her soft chest disappeared into his mouth.

“N-Not there… Ah, ah!”

While his tongue circled and teased her hardened peak, his thick fingers had already parted her folds and plunged deep inside.

“S-Sir Knight, that’s… Ah!”

Her slender fingers tried to push against Karel’s chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it and instead trembled helplessly.

It was a strange sensation. The stimulation in a place she barely remembered existed unless during her monthly cycle left her utterly bewildered.

Thinking back, it was laughable how naive her plan had been—to spend her first time with this beautiful knight without knowing anything. She hadn’t been skilled at undressing, unbuttoning his trousers, or even touching him properly. It must have been frustrating for him, which was why he had decided to take matters into his own hands.

‘For someone like Sir Knight, there must have been countless others like me.’

This was far better than being thrown out immediately. No, it was something to be grateful for. So, she decided to simply surrender herself to him.

Karel, experiencing a woman’s chest for the first time, couldn’t pull his mouth away even for a moment. He filled his mouth with the lower curve of her br*ast, licked upward, and sucked deeply at the peak.

“Ah, ah… S-Sir Knight…”

Somewhere between the border of pain and pleasure, a strange tingling sensation blossomed. His tongue pressed firmly against the hardened base of her peak, while his rough hand gripped the other br*ast tightly. And below…

“Ah, ah…!”

The calloused fingers of the man delved into her entrance. Her startled opening barely managed to accommodate even one of his thick fingers. The inner walls, lined with ridges, gripped his finger tightly, leaving her disoriented. Karel began to move his finger back and forth, gently rubbing against her inner walls as if to soothe them. Occasionally, he would withdraw to tease the thin, sensitive skin along her folds. The dry friction, which had initially caused sharp pain, gradually gave way to wetness as the repeated stimulation softened her. Soon, the faint sound of slick friction filled the room.

“Ah, ah… Mm…”

The unfamiliar pleasure rising from below, combined with the relentless movements of his hands and mouth, caused soft moans to slip from her lips.

The wet, squelching sounds grew louder, filling her ears. His fingers, which had increased to two and then three, moved diligently in and out of her. The sounds coming from below were so unfamiliar that it was hard to believe they were her own. Wherever his rough fingertips brushed, a tingling sensation spread, causing her toes to curl involuntarily.

It was a sensation she had never imagined could exist. The crude jokes she had overheard in taverns had always been dominated by men’s voices… She had only felt vague fear at the thought of that large thing entering her, but now, that fear was being replaced by an uncomfortable pleasure.

“S-Sir… Knight… Mm… This is strange…”

Unable to bear it, her slender hand reached out to stop Karel’s hand, but it was quickly brushed aside. She couldn’t possibly muster the strength to stop the hand of someone so noble, and Karel had no intention of listening to her protests.

Her resistance was dismissed. Her trembling hand fell weakly to her side, and she bit down on the back of her hand to stifle the sob-like moans escaping her lips. She didn’t want to disgrace him by letting her voice reach his ears…

Karel couldn’t stop.

Back in the royal capital, countless women had thrown themselves at him, hoping to warm his bed. He knew well the scent of the oils they used to entice men, their coquettish gestures, and the smoothness of their pale skin. Though he had never touched them, he knew they were nothing like this woman.

The damp, fishy smell of water. The rough, unadorned scent of skin.

The ordinary, everyday fragrance that was in no way unpleasant.

He had no idea why such a simple scent aroused him. Unable to contain his own excitement, he roughly groped her, more focused on his own arousal than on pleasuring her.

Every time he bit and sucked at her n*pple, her moans quivered, which fascinated him. The firm yet soft fullness of her br*ast in his hand amazed him, as did the way the peak grew harder against his palm. And her inner walls…

Initially, he had only intended to prepare her for himself. Just because he had never been with a woman didn’t mean he was ignorant of such matters. But he hadn’t expected her folds to feel so irresistible…

He indulged in the smooth, elastic sensation of her inner walls. He couldn’t have imagined that a part of the human body could feel so soft. The urge to thrust himself into her immediately was overwhelming, but seeing how tightly her walls gripped even his fingers made him hesitate. With her br*ast still in his mouth, he lost himself in the unfamiliar texture of her folds, repeatedly exploring her inner walls with his fingers. He inserted multiple fingers at once, and when her entrance shyly tightened, he soothingly stroked the ridges.

“…Mm.”

Then, a strange nasal sound escaped her throat, one she had been holding back. As if torn between wanting to escape and not wanting to let go, she twisted her hips. Her entrance, which had been clinging tightly to his fingers, twitched, and the slick wetness coating his hand grew even more slippery.

Only then did Karel finally lift his head. He had been too focused on sucking her chest to notice anything else. He had thought it was her face that aroused him…

She was biting the back of her hand, trying to suppress something. Through her disheveled bangs, her tear-filled eyes looked up at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, as if dreading what was to come.

Those violet eyes.

Karel rose to his feet immediately, his fingers still buried inside her.

“Your hand.”

“Huh?”

“Move it.”

When she hesitantly lifted her arm, he wrapped it around his neck. Caught off guard, she draped her slender arm over his thick neck. It was more of a timid gesture than a proper embrace, as if she couldn’t believe she was allowed to touch him.

“S-Sir… Knight, ah.”

His fingers, which had been exploring her folds, brushed against the swollen, sensitive nub at the top. Reflexively, she tried to cover her flushed face, but she hesitated, unsure of where to place her hands since he had already dictated their position.

Her flushed cheeks, tear-filled eyes, and trembling lips, all reacting to the sensations he evoked…

Everything about her was a stimulus to Karel.

With his free hand, he brushed her bangs aside, bringing their faces so close that their foreheads touched. Then, he captured her lips. Meanwhile, his hand below continued its relentless movements. He alternated between thrusting into her entrance, rubbing her folds, and pressing firmly against her sensitive nub with his slick fingers.

“Mm…!”

The sensation that overwhelmed her was far more intense than anything she had felt before. She squeezed her eyes shut, torn between wanting him to stop and wondering what might happen if the sensations continued to build. She wanted to close her legs to escape, but his large hand covering her folds prevented her from doing so.

The tingling sensation spread down her legs and into her soles.

“Open your eyes.”

Karel hadn’t taken his gaze off her the entire time he kissed her and touched her below. She had no choice but to obey his command. Embarrassed by the flushed expression on her face, she couldn’t meet his eyes and instead bit down on his lips. His rough, thick lips felt like the only lifeline keeping her from drowning in these overwhelming sensations…

His fingers teased her swollen nub repeatedly.

Ah, ah… Mm… 

Moans escaped her throat, trembling with each sound. Afraid of his stern gaze, she tried to hold her breath and clung to his lips. Though there was a hint of pleasure in his otherwise cold eyes, she was too overwhelmed by the sensations below to notice.