Chapter 6. Night Monster
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Night had always been difficult for Nigel.

It was because hidden memories crawled out from the abyss and prowled around like hungry monsters.

With its evil eyes gleaming, it would inevitably pounce and sink its fangs in just as he was about to fall asleep.

When he woke from terrible nightmares, he would endure the night with open eyes, waiting for dawn.
Thus, wrapped in darkness, he would feel relief seeing the light breaking.

“Huh! Uh, haa… I’m almost there, just a little more, nnng…!”

Until he saw the woman groaning, floating on her tiptoes with her arms twisted behind her back, his nights had mostly been a curse.

“Oh no! I think I’ve got a cramp in my back! Huh… it hurts, it hurts! Ahhh!”

The woman desperately tried to massage her back, then fell face-first onto the bed with her buttocks in the air.

Hmpf, Nigel, who had been sneering, eventually ran his hand through his hair and burst out laughing.

When Marienne looked at him, his laughter grew like a snowball at her disheveled state.

“Instead of just laughing, please help if you’re here.”

Nigel stroked his chin, trying to erase his smile.

But it was difficult for him to regain his composure.

Her messy hair and smeared rouge. He sincerely wanted to bite his tongue.

Nigel approached and made Marienne lie face down on the bed.

Straddling the woman’s buttocks as she obediently complied, he untied the tangled corset laces. The muscles he touched were quite tightly knotted.

“This will hurt.”

“…How much?”

As her voice trembled, another smile played on his lips.

Suddenly, Nigel realized that it had been a very long time since he had heard his own laughter.

And on this cursed night when monsters lurked, at that.

As he stroked her smooth back with his fingertips, he pressed on the knotted area below her shoulder blade.

“Aack! It hurts! It hurts!”

The woman’s scream rang out like thunder.

Was she trying to wake all the servants in the castle?

Nigel clicked his tongue and shoved his thumb into Marienne’s mouth. Then, with his other hand, he quickly treated her as he would a soldier who got a cramp during training.

“Relax.”

The more Marienne flailed in pain under his thighs, the more dangerously Nigel’s eyes blazed.

When he pressed hard on the knotted area, Marienne, who had been whimpering, bit down hard on Nigel’s finger.

Nigel’s eyebrow rose crookedly as he massaged.

He flipped Marienne over as she shook her head and spat out his finger.

Her flushed face, wet with tears, looked even more ridiculous. But he didn’t laugh.

He grabbed Marienne’s chin as she glared at him.

Her mouth, wet with saliva, had pink rouge smeared around it.

He pulled down her lower lip with his thumb, which now bore teeth marks. The soft red flesh inside was visible.

As their gazes intertwined, an intense tension enveloped them.

“I hate you.”

Nigel smiled as he stared into her tear-filled eyes.

“Do as you wish.”

Lips crashed against lips. Marienne’s vision blurred as his tongue explored her mouth, making wet sounds.

Nigel lifted her hands and placed them around his neck. As the distance between them closed, the kiss deepened.

He teased and tickled, then roughly rubbed his tongue against hers. Marienne tried to mimic him a little.

Then she gently sucked on the tip of Nigel’s tongue and timidly explored his mouth.

A man’s groan she had never heard before spread inside her mouth.

As Nigel desperately pushed deeper into her throat, Marienne tilted her head back and made a nasal sound.

Before she knew it, her fingers had dug into his black hair, and her legs, clad in white stockings, were wrapped around his waist.

Haa, haa… Even when they parted slightly to catch their breath, they didn’t break eye contact.

Then, without anyone taking the lead, their lips met again. The strap of her chemise slipped down. Her soft, plump br*east was kneaded by a rough palm.

Unable to contain the pleasure running down her spine, Marienne bit his lower lip.

The man’s hardened desire rubbed roughly against her thigh. Marienne parted her lips with an expression mixed with pleasure and fear.

“Marienne.”

Her heart pounded at the man’s low voice. With their gazes locked, Nigel slowly rubbed their groins together. He circled his hips, then prodded the increasingly wet mound inside her undergarments with the bulge in his pants.

“Ahh…”

Until her tense thighs relaxed and her increasingly deep breaths tinged her eyelids red. Until her thoroughly soaked lower region opened on its own. Marienne moistened her parched lips, closed her eyes, then opened them again.

His angry muscles, glistening with sweat, shone. Marienne became increasingly sensitive to the dull stimulation through the fabric. Her lower abdomen kept twitching with a tingling sensation.

Nigel kneaded her br*east and devoured her lips as if he would tear them off. Then, with an unrestrained touch, he lowered his pants.

His thick manhood sprang out as if it had been waiting. Marienne parted her lips that were pressed against his and raised her head at the hot, thick, long, and heavy sensation touching her skin.

Nigel licked her lower lip regretfully, then raised his upper body. Marienne’s eyes widened more and more as she looked at him.

She was at a loss for words at the sight of it, standing tall amidst the thick pubic hair, almost reaching his navel. His manhood, flushed red with protruding veins, was leaking a thin fluid.

Marienne opened and closed her mouth several times before asking worriedly.

“…Are you alright?”

Nigel’s eyes wrinkled at her incredibly naive question.

“How could I be? I’m dying here.”

“Wh-what should…”

“What do you mean, what should? You need to swallow it and soothe it.”

Marienne shook her head, finding it difficult. While covering her plump br*easts with her arms, she slowly pushed her hips back.

“I warned you not to resist needlessly.”

“But… I don’t think Your Grace and I are a good match.”

“Without even trying?”

Nigel grabbed Marienne’s thighs, spreading them wide. Then he lifted her chemise and tore off her thin undergarments.

“Wait, wait a moment!”

Marienne’s urgent hands scratched his firm arms and thighs. However, he paid no attention and used his long thumb to part her intimate flesh, looking down at her inner folds. Marienne, laid back on the bed, covered her bright red face with both hands.

“Don’t look. Please.”

His thick chest heaved greatly. Nigel grabbed his c**k, hard to the point of pain, and rubbed it against her p*ssy.

He teased her by rubbing the blunt head against her cutely twitching hole, then smeared the slippery fluid on the small nub protruding from her mound.

“Huh! Uh.”

Marienne moaned, twisting her hips. He wanted to bury his nose in her p*ssy and ravage it with his lips and tongue, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Nigel pushed himself into her twitching entrance. Just the tip had entered, but the tightness made his head spin. Marienne removed her hands from her face and clutched the sheets.

Nigel’s leisurely smile had disappeared.

“Relax.”

“Next, let’s do it next time, Your Grace.”

His ash-gray eyes narrowed and distorted. He let out a hollow laugh.

“Do you think I can stop?”

“But…”

“It’s going to hurt.”

Marienne’s face turned pale at the distant pain penetrating her lower region. Frightened, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Marienne’s insides, trembling as if impaled, were pitifully narrow and delicate. And unbelievably warm. Ah, damn it.

“Ahh! Stop…!”

“Not even half is in yet.”

“Liar! How… how can a person be so…!”

Like a monster, she whimpered, biting her lip.

Nigel parted her lips with his tongue and whispered.

“You’re the one who revived this monster.”

With that, he plunged himself deep into her body in one go. Covering her shrill cry with his merciless lips.

“Ugh!”

Nigel cupped her face and kissed her, waiting for her pain to subside.

He sucked her tongue soothingly and rubbed her n*pples, now wet with his saliva, between his fingers.

The tongue that had been gently swimming in her mouth slid down to her slender neck.

As Marienne’s breathing gradually softened, Nigel slowly moved his hips while sucking on her br*easts. Her frightened moans gradually changed into dizzying cries of pleasure.

As his hip movements quickened, the squelching sounds deepened. He gritted his teeth at the flesh that clung to him every time he thrust to the hilt and pulled out forcefully.