1. Be natural

On a quiet afternoon, Rarien Claude sat in front of an easel sketching with a pencil, lost in the greatest dilemma of her life.

‘What should I do about this.’

Rarien gazed intently at Nicholas Reinhart, her one and only model and husband.

He was such an excellent subject that she felt unworthy to capture him on canvas. While he was dazzling enough just to look at from afar, his most beautiful moment was undoubtedly when he was in his perfect nakedness, without a single thread on his body.

Rarien was still an aesthete and enjoyed painting. Hence, she had the desire to paint anything beautiful with her own hands.

One day, when Nicholas personally offered to be her n*de model, she honestly had no reason to refuse. After all, her husband was the most aesthetically valuable human being among all the people she knew.

It was already an honor to be the only person who could see his n*ked body. To be able to paint it? It was the greatest happiness for Rarien.

However……

“Is there a problem?”

Yes, there are problems. Many of them.

But how could she say that outright to the model who was posing for her?

Rarien chewed on the back of her pencil while swallowing her words.

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

He seemed more curious when she didn’t answer. Nicholas raised his eyebrows and asked gently, still posing n*de in front of the easel.

“No, it’s just…”

Rarien trailed off mid-answer and looked her perfect model up and down.

Even now, when she looked at him, she would sometimes lose her words like this.

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So strictly speaking, it wasn’t Nicholas Reinhart’s fault.

To be precise, it was the problem of a specific part — his unbelievably erotic-looking c*ck.

‘Every time I see it, I’m amazed at what an extraordinary c*ck it is.’

His p*nis, thick as a child’s forearm, was proudly er*ect, reaching up to his navel.

Not only was it exceptionally large, but despite being so aroused that veins were bulging, it wasn’t unsightly.

Besides its sleek, well-shaped form, the overall clean pink-colored c*ck gradually took on a dried rose tint toward the tip.

Among rose colors, the shade of dried rose petals was one of Rarien’s most beloved colors.

‘It’s pretty.’

No, honestly, that word wasn’t enough.

Seeing the tip already wet with prec*m, saliva naturally pooled in her mouth. The flushed surface even had an appetizing, glossy sheen to it.

Looks delicious. Just like a ripe apple. It looks so firm, I want to take a bite…

Rarien, her face flushed without realizing it, licked her lips before startling and gulping down her drool with a swallow.

‘My goodness. When did I become such a pervert?’

Even though she had strayed from God’s path after f*cking a priest… Could a human fall this far? Perhaps she was born a pervert. These days, she doubted her true nature.

While Nicholas Reinhart’s c*ck was overwhelmingly beautiful, the problem was that the lewd thought of wanting to eat it came before that.

Besides, how could she draw something so prominently er*ect as it was?

Just looking at it was an erotic sight. Having to draw it with her own hands felt like committing a sin.

It felt exactly like she was someone who creates pornography in the shadows. It was driving her crazy.

“Perhaps you don’t like the pose?”

“What?”

“Well, how about this?”

Nicholas changed his pose as he pleased.

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My goodness. When he changed his pose, his already enormous c*ck became even more overwhelmingly present.

He just raised both arms and pulled one leg back, yet he looked as graceful as a male ballet dancer.

Was she still wearing rose-colored glasses? Or was that man simply too beautiful… and erotic on top of that?

Probably both.

The time when she had sworn to herself that she would definitely f*ck him during her remaining 100 days felt like a distant memory now.

“Tell me. Hmm?”

Nicholas asked again as if to confirm.

So the statue can even speak…

Even now that he was her husband, Rarien couldn’t help but praise Nicholas. She thought herself quite silly for it.

“That… that’s not about the pose.”

“Then?”

“……”

“Seems like there’s something you can’t say. May I take a look for a moment?”

Nicholas approached Rarien. His perfect c*ck swaying as he moved.

Though she must have seen it thousands of times by now. Just looking at it was enough to make her face flush hot — it was such an erotic sight.

“You’ve drawn everything else. Why is the most important part empty?”

Of course that perfectionist wouldn’t let this slide.

As he examined the canvas and discovered the empty center, he immediately questioned her.

“So my c*ck was the problem?”

She nodded.

“Are you embarrassed by my c*ck, Rarien?”

“Yes……”

Rarien wasn’t good at lying. At her rather honest answer, Nicholas’s eyebrow twitched.

“You said it yourself. That my body is a ‘living work of art.’ Was that just empty words?”

“How could that be empty words?”

Of course it wasn’t empty words. She had genuinely praised him.

If not for the er*ction issue, his body gave off more of a holy feeling rather than an erotic one.

“To think my wife is embarrassed by my manhood. Honestly, I’m hurt.”

“No, that’s, that’s not it……”

“When did you stop enjoying it so much? Are you tired of it now? So tired you don’t even want to draw it?”

He, who was always confident and proud, suddenly became sulky.

Of course, only his expression became sulky, while his c*ck… maintained its proud dignity despite his low mood.

“Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean I was ashamed — I meant I’m embarrassed to draw it because it’s too erotic.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No, they’re clearly different. Like the difference between art and obscenity?”

Rarien answered firmly.

“It would be a work of art if not for that c*ck. But trying to draw that makes it feel like the rating suddenly shoots up too high… honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

It was frustrating. No matter how beautiful and perfectly functional a c*ck might be, what wife would want to immortalize it in a drawing to show off to others?

It was something she wanted to keep to herself.

“This is just a natural physiological response. Not getting hard would be more of a problem. Isn’t anyone who thinks this is strange the strange one?”

“Isn’t it stranger not to have erotic thoughts when looking at that?”

If it wasn’t er*ect, she might have been able to view it as art, but with it standing so prominently like that… it was simply impossible.

But Nicholas was shameless.

“I can’t help it. This is how I’m made. It might be disconcerting, but accept your husband’s c*ck as it is.”

“Why is it even er*ect at this time in the first place…? I don’t understand.”

That’s what she had wanted to say all along.

Nicholas asked back as if he found it absurd.

“You made it hard and now you’re asking why it’s hard? Really, this is unfair.”

“What do you mean I made it hard? Don’t falsely accuse me. I didn’t do anything. I’m just safely drawing my picture!”

“You were staring at me intently.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it natural to get aroused when my wife stares at me?”

“You got hard just from being looked at?”

“Obviously. Yes.”

She was dumbfounded.

She thought she would get used to his excessive reactions eventually, but Nicholas showed more and more mysterious abilities as days went by.

“Anyway, it’s too erotic so I can’t draw it. I’m sorry, but I hope you understand.”

“Draw it. Are you planning to make your husband look like some inadequate man without a c*ck?”

“No, I mean how am I supposed to draw it when it’s er*ect like this?”

Well, to be honest, she had drawn it before. When ordering ‘Big Nicholas’, her ‘(former) glass husband’, she had described it in detail.

But that was just drawing that part alone.

Drawing an er*ect c*ck in a full n*de portrait was just… beyond her courage.

But Nicholas was persistent enough to make Rarien stick out her tongue in disbelief.

“Why can’t you draw it? You said my c*ck is perfect.”

“It is, but right now you’re extremely er*ect, and drawing that exactly as it is is a bit……”

“Do you regret marrying me? Why? Because I’m some pervert who gets hard just from being looked at?”

“Absolutely not.”

Why was the conversation going in that direction again.

“Marrying Your Excellency still feels like a dream.”

Rarien answered firmly. He was the man who appeared like magic on the last day of the one hundred days and proposed.

After getting married like that, how could she regret it?

It wasn’t like she had married him without knowing he was a pervert.

Rarien still thought that if salvation existed for her, it would come not from God but from Nicholas Reinhart.

“You’re calling me Your Excellency again.”

“It’s a mistake. Just remembered the old days for a moment……”

“Clearly you’re feeling distant from me. You’ve grown to dislike me.”

It was completely unreasonable.

“Perhaps you preferred the times when I was a high priest? When you forcefully stole my virginity? I’m really disappointed.”

It was so unreasonable from start to finish that she didn’t even know where to begin pointing out the problems.

They say people beautify or alter their memories as they please… She had just helped him a bit when he was struggling to m*sturbate in the bathroom. When did that become a forceful taking? It was absurd.

“Have you grown tired of me f*cking you so much?”