Chapter 3.4

She wasn’t entirely inexperienced. She had long passed adulthood, and the lessons given to ladies preparing for marriage included instructions on the process of intimacy with their future husbands.  

But now she realized how shallow and theoretical those lessons had been. Wherever his hands touched, heat blossomed, and though she felt mortified, she also shuddered with indescribable sensations. All those feelings converged, pooling in a place so embarrassing to even mention.  

Truly, everything she was experiencing was unfamiliar and new.  

As he nibbled at her lips, he whispered softly, 

“Relax.”  

Carnier, confused by his low murmur, suddenly froze. The sole piece of clothing still covering her body, her thin undergarment, was being traced by his fingers, sliding downward.  

It was a place so private that not even she herself had dared to touch it properly.  

As he pressed a kiss onto her trembling lips, he whispered again, 

“Breathe.”  

“Hah…”  

She exhaled as he instructed, but her breath quivered at the sensation of his fingers tracing over the thin fabric.  

Without haste, his fingers descended through the narrow valley, only to pause. His gaze shifted, and so did hers.  

She realized he had discovered the dampness there, something she had been acutely aware of all along.  

Carnier grew uneasy. Intellectually, she knew it was a natural reaction of the body, preparing itself to accept a man. But she worried—would he think she was shameless, as though she had been eagerly anticipating this moment?  

“Hah…”  

However, he merely let out a single sigh, almost like a lament. And what followed shattered her concerns completely.  

With a swift motion, her last piece of clothing was removed. Accustomed to his slow pace until now, Carnier stiffened at the suddenness of it all. But when she saw him moving between her legs, she panicked.  

“W-wait, Your Highness?!”  

Before she could even resist, her legs were spread wide. Carnier’s face turned scarlet as she hastily covered herself with her hands. But when her gaze met his, she flinched.  

“You won’t let me see?”  

“Ah, ahh…”  

“Carnier.”  

That gaze, that voice—it was unfair.  

Carnier, who had been opening and closing her mouth wordlessly, shut her eyes tightly. If she truly wanted to refuse, he would stop here. But that wasn’t what she wanted.  

In the end, her hands, which had been covering herself, slowly withdrew. And thus, the most intimate part of her femininity was revealed.  

Servante leaned closer as if entranced.  

Beneath the fine, sparse hair, there lay a flower bud, not yet fully bloomed. From deep within its folds, a faintly tangy scent emanated.  

When he parted the petal-like folds with his fingers, drops of honey-like fluid dripped down.  

“Y-you’re too close… ahh!”  

His gaze, fixated on her exposed lower half, was so intense that Carnier could no longer look down. Her face, burning hot, felt like it might explode.  

But no words of rejection escaped her lips. Understanding her silent permission, Servante slipped his fingers between the moist folds. Pressing lightly against the tightly closed entrance, he gently probed, causing her pale thighs to tremble.  

‘…So tight.’  

Though the outside was wet, the inside was so tight that even a single finger struggled to enter. He could even hear her gritting her teeth.  

Yet, despite this, she uttered no words to stop him, and Servante’s eyes narrowed.  

It was clear that, as a Crown Princess candidate, she had been taught to endure and bear pain in such situations.  

It was true that a woman’s first time often came with pain. Servante knew this as well, but he didn’t want this night to be marked solely by pain for her.  

He lowered his head further. And in that moment, Carnier’s tightly shut eyes flew open.  

“Ahh…?!”  

A sensation she couldn’t believe was felt in her most private place.  

“W-what… ahh!”  

She frantically tried to wiggle her legs, but his head, already buried deep, wouldn’t budge. Even as she pushed at his shoulders with trembling hands, he remained steadfast.  

Instead, he firmly held her thighs in place to keep her from moving.  

“Not there, ahh, ahhh…!”

His tongue, which had been trailing along her lower region, brushed against her sensitive nub. A sharp jolt, like an electric current, made Carnier twist her hips in surprise. Seeing her reaction, he wasted no time in capturing that small bud with his lips. A groan, almost like a whimper, escaped from her lips.

“No, not there, ah, ahh… It feels… strange… ahh!”  

Her hands, which had been pushing him away, lost strength and curled inward. His lips, which had explored her lips and br*asts, now ventured to her most delicate and private place. The sensation of that area, which she didn’t even know well herself, being pressed and sucked, sent shivers down her spine.

“Hah… ah!”  

A sudden surge of moisture welled up from her trembling lower region. His eyes gleamed at the sight, but Carnier, unaware of this, shook her head. She was too overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling for the first time in her life.  

She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she didn’t.  

As she trembled in confusion, he pressed a finger into the now wetter and more yielding entrance. The once tight opening, now slick with moisture, gradually swallowed his finger joint by joint.  

Carnier panted at the unfamiliar sensation of something foreign entering her body.  

“So warm…”  

The heat, which had started as a ticklish sensation when they first kissed, now spread throughout her entire body. Her shallow breaths were heavy with moisture, and the squelching sounds from below filled her ears.  

While she clung to his head and whimpered, a sudden tension built in her lower abdomen, and her vision turned white.  

“Ah… ah!”  

A wave of pleasure so intense it made her toes curl spread through her body. As her thighs clamped tightly together, he buried his face even deeper. His teeth lightly teased her sensitive nub, and the suction drew out a cry that bordered on a scream.  

“Hah… hah… ahh…”  

Even as the peak of pleasure subsided, Carnier was left speechless. She wasn’t even aware that her body was still trembling.  

From beneath her, he finally lifted his head.  

Through her dazed vision, she saw his lips, wetter than when they had kissed earlier. It was obvious where the moisture had come from.  

When she saw him slowly lick his lips with his tongue, her face flushed all over again. The embarrassment she had momentarily set aside due to her heightened sensitivity came rushing back.  

“W-why would you…”  

“Didn’t you spill this for me to taste?”  

“Of course not…!”  

But Carnier’s voice, ready to shout in protest, suddenly halted. He was pulling off his crumpled shirt.  

Moonlight streamed in through the slightly open curtains. And as if choreographed, his toned upper body emerged from beneath the fabric in the moonlight.  

It was hard to believe that this was the body of someone who spent most of his days seated at a desk. His finely sculpted muscles were fully visible. If his abdomen looked like that, there was no need to even mention his chest.  

When he usually wore epaulets, a cloak, and a luxurious uniform embroidered with gold, he looked so regal that she often couldn’t bear to look at him directly. But now, for entirely different reasons, she couldn’t bring herself to look straight at him.  

As she covered her mouth with both hands, trying to suppress her trembling breath, he paused in the middle of undressing and tilted his head.  

“What? Should I not take it off?”  

“No!”  

Ah, she had answered too quickly.  

Having responded so promptly, she was now embarrassed. Seeing her belatedly flustered reaction, he narrowed his eyes.  

‘Well, I wasn’t planning to listen even if she told me not to.’  

Without further delay, he shrugged off his shirt. His broad shoulders and firm chest were immediately revealed.  

Even as she raised her hands to cover her face, Carnier couldn’t help but spread her fingers slightly to peek through.  

‘What on earth has he been hiding all this time?!’  

Of course, she had never imagined him to be idle, but even so, his body was so perfectly sculpted that it could rival any seasoned knight. Born into a family of knights, Carnier had often seen men training shirtless. But unlike them, his skin was pale and unblemished, yet his physique was flawless, leaving her utterly mesmerized.  

Without avoiding her gaze, he moved to undo the front of his trousers. And then, the object that had been straining against the fabric sprang free.  

Just as Carnier’s eyes instinctively drifted downward, he leaned in to kiss her.  

Caught off guard, she accepted the kiss, but her mind went blank.  

‘D-did I just see something unbelievable…?’  

Of course, as someone experiencing intimacy for the first time, she had never seen another man’s body in such a state. She had no way of knowing what was considered average.  

But based on what little she knew, it seemed impossible for what she had just glimpsed to enter her body.  

…How?  

“Shh…”  

Sensing her tension through the kiss, he soothed her with a low murmur. His fingers, which had slid down to her now thoroughly wet entrance, gently parted the folds. Thanks to the time he had taken to stretch her earlier, three fingers now fit snugly inside.  

“Look at me.”  

He spoke to her as she kept trying to glance downward. Carnier blinked. The intensity of his gaze, fixed on her, made her feel as if her heart might stop.  

Finally, she realized that no matter what she said, he wouldn’t back down.  

Oddly, that realization calmed her. She hesitantly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. As his lips brushed against her eyelids, he let out a soft sigh.