Chapter 9

Slowly? Gently? Less deeply? 

The young woman, inexperienced in her first encounter with a man, didn’t even know what she should ask for to ease the pain. 

Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be? Wasn’t it my fault for daring to seduce him? Shouldn’t I let him do as he pleased? Was there any need for someone as high and noble as him to consider someone like me?  

‘I may be new to this, but for Sir Knight, it must be just another ordinary night…’  

Her hesitation turned into a moment of silence.  

Even if he were like Lord of Eldorff’s third son, infamous for beating his wives to death, the fact that he was willing to share her first time made him, in her eyes, a benefactor.  

Did I even have the right to voice an opinion?  

She glanced up at Karel, who was looking down at her, as if scrutinizing what she might dare to say. What kind of emotion might flicker across his face?  

“N-no, it’s nothing…”  

As she hastily mumbled her excuse, a short laugh escaped Karel’s nose. And then—  

“Hic…!”  

Her teeth clashed audibly.  

The thrust of his hips was deep. The young woman’s brow furrowed sharply, barely managing not to squeeze her eyes shut. Her lips, clenched between her teeth to suppress the pain, turned pale.  

Karel watched the scene as if observing ripples spreading across the surface of a pond after a stone was thrown.  

Her face was a chaotic mix of emotions: pain, shame, fear, and the faintest trace of pleasure. Misinterpreting the last as the excitement of a seasoned inn maid, Karel dismissed the rest as mere pretense.  

It didn’t matter why she was hurting or crying. What mattered was that her face was twisted in anguish, which he found satisfying. Her trembling, tear-filled eyes were even more to his liking. He couldn’t tell if his excitement stemmed more from the primal stimulation or the joy her tears brought him.  

With a thud, Karel planted his other elbow beside her face, as if driving in a stake. Though her face turned pale from the force, Karel, unable to contain his excitement, plunged into her depths.  

“P-please, g-go gentler… Hic…!”  

What followed was an abrupt and relentless rhythm. Thud, thud, thud—the sound of their bodies colliding echoed as Karel leaned so close that their foreheads nearly touched. Thud, thud, thud—their bodies swayed in unison, his hips meeting hers with a force that caused their foreheads, noses, and lips to brush against each other.  

At such a close distance, her violet eyes filled his entire field of vision.  

Each time he drove into her, her eyes twitched, ripples spreading across the violet irises. The tears that brimmed over her lashes spilled down her cheeks like a receding tide.  

Was this her first time experiencing something so rough? 

Karel knew he was being violent, yet he couldn’t stop himself. The fact that her gaze, her expression, was consumed by fear and pain directed at him was too intoxicating.  

The way her tear-filled eyes sparkled and then blurred made Karel feel as though his heart was swelling to his throat. Inside her, his arousal only grew harder and more unyielding. The friction from her dry, tender interior against him only heightened the sensation.  

“Hic, ugh, ah… Hic…”  

Her body was mercilessly jolted by his rough movements, her soft chest bouncing with each thrust. Unable to embrace, touch, or hold him, her hands could only grip the expensive silk sheets beneath her. Even the thought of clutching such fine material, worth several times her wages, made her feel guilty.  

Without a moment to adjust, his manhood tore through her insides, leaving her not only in pain but utterly disoriented. Her walls, struggling to accommodate the intrusion, felt stretched to their limit. Hic, hic… The young woman bit her lips to stifle her sobs, fearing that any sound might provoke his wrath.  

The smooth texture of the silk beneath her short-trimmed nails imprinted itself on her senses.  

‘Why? Are you thinking of running away now?’  

His noble voice was lower and more refined than any other man’s she had ever heard. Whether he was commanding her to undress, ordering her to take him into her mouth, or now mocking her hesitation, she could only obey as if entranced. Even without the aura of being the famed Young Master of Montferdia, his voice alone would have left her powerless to resist.  

And so, she tried her best to meekly accept his desire to thrust into her depths without restraint.  

“…Hic… Ngh.”  

Above her suppressed sobs came the low groan of the man. His voice, thick with rough pleasure, resonated as he swallowed it down his throat.  

‘As long as Sir Knight enjoys himself…’  

She wouldn’t run. She had seduced him, and if he was willing to embrace someone like her, she would offer herself fully. The pain was secondary. Though her lower body ached as if it had been impaled by a stake, there was no escape. She swayed with his relentless rhythm, trying to grow accustomed to the unfamiliar sensations.  

“Hic, hic, ah… Ngh…”

Through clenched teeth, muffled nasal sounds occasionally escaped. The woman’s body gradually adjusted, and physiological responses began to follow. The merciless frictional heat slowly transformed into a feverish excitement. As if welcoming the intruder, the fluids that had ceased due to pain began to seep out once more.

This subtle change spurred Karel further, and he continued his relentless thrusts without end. The tight pressure as he entered, the sticky sensation of the mucous membrane clinging as he withdrew—every single detail was an exhilarating stimulation he couldn’t bear to miss. Once he had tasted it, he found it impossible to forget. No, the more he repeated it, the more he craved that primal sensation. Without even realizing what he was doing, he kept driving himself into her.

Again and again, he sought just a bit more of that repeated stimulation—just one more time, over and over. Overcome by an intense excitement that stirred even parts of him he’d never paid attention to, he plunged deeper and deeper, as far as he could go. Layer upon layer of pleasure piled up, each time driving him closer to madness.

He thrust with all his strength, as if he couldn’t possibly go any deeper. The jolts were rough and unrestrained, a raw ecstasy coursing through them.

“Ah… Sir Knight…”

The man, lost in his own pleasure, was oblivious to what the rest of his body was doing. His forehead pressed against hers, pushing down with force. As his movements grew more intense, the impact on their foreheads became stronger. The woman’s chin tilted slightly upward, and soft moans escaped from the base of her throat.

“Ah… it hurts…”

Was it pain I felt?

It certainly hurt—more than the pain of her monthly cycle—but even so, her body was beginning to adapt. Responding instinctively to the man’s movements, which sought to reach even deeper, her hips aligned with his in a cruel synchrony. Their entwined bodies—two colors of hair tangled like a thicket—moved together. The sensitive flesh that had experienced pleasure for the first time earlier was still aflame, rubbing against his body and awakening unfamiliar sensations once more.

From the outside, the hazy memory of her earlier peak lingered faintly, while within, where the man’s member pierced her, a sensation bordering on curiosity emerged beyond the sharp pain. When the knight had used his hand on her earlier, she had longed for something deeper. That desire now seemed to be fulfilled, as a profound pleasure shimmered deep beneath her navel.

No part of the woman’s inner walls was left untouched by the man’s skin. The mucous membrane tightly wrapped around the throbbing member, stimulating its curves repeatedly. The thick tip delivered a dense pressure that drove deeper sensations. With each thrust, the folds were pressed flat and then contracted again.

“Ah… Hnn…”

Her fingertips tingled. She wanted to grab onto something, to lend strength so he could go even deeper, but she wasn’t sure if she dared to touch this noble man. In hesitation, her hands instead moved downward. Her mind, tangled between pain and unfamiliar pleasure, longed for nothing but the overwhelming sensations.

Her fingertips found the most sensitive spot she had only discovered today. As she slipped her fingers in, even the pressure from the man’s movements provided stimulation. Starting there, the bliss ignited her skin, sending tingling sensations all the way to her toes and soles. Unable to handle the overwhelming feeling, she rubbed her feet against the edge of the blanket. Her throat was parched and dry.

It was at that moment that Karel, lost in his one-sided rhythm, noticed something unusual. Something was obstructing him below his abdomen. He lifted his upper body to see what it was…

‘…Unbelievable.’

A hint of self-mockery crossed his lips. It was obvious that this maid wasn’t satisfied with his so-called ‘charitable thrusts.’ As he let out a hollow laugh and glanced at her face…

“Ah… Hnn… That’s…”

The moment his movements stopped, the woman realized what she had been doing. Her face flushed bright red with embarrassment. As shame consumed her and she attempted to pull her hand away—

“Why.”

Karel swiftly pressed her hand back against the point where their bodies were joined.

“Keep going.”

“That’s… Hnn…”

It wasn’t a bad sight, in its own way.

What did it matter, really? The face of this woman, who resembled the most noble person he knew, pleasuring herself because his thrusts weren’t enough, was worth watching.

Karel looked down at her with a curious expression. Her body, pierced by him and swaying with his movements, was quite satisfying. The deepening flush on her face, the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, and the moans spilling from between her teeth—all of it… It all seemed to be proof of pleasure born from familiarity with such acts.