Chapter 2

But now, her resistance was fading. After all, she had been sold for a high price. She had to pay back what she cost, whether through intimacy or bearing an heir. She could only resign herself.

“Lie down.”

“Yes…”

“Take off the shawl.”

With words that were almost commands, Rosaline, trembling, dropped the shawl covering her body. Her translucent chemise was revealed. With the moonlight behind her, her body’s curves were exposed. The thin fabric draped over her full br*asts and n*pples, and her feminine figure shimmered beneath.

Rosaline swallowed and slowly lay on the bed. As soon as she settled, the Earl approached and swept up the hem of her chemise covering her thighs.

Gasp! Startled, Rosaline swallowed. The Earl gently parted her pale legs. Her smooth mound and tightly closed folds were revealed. The Earl’s thick fingers traced her tender skin and parted her folds.

“Huht…!”

“You’re young and firm. Has anyone ever been here?”

Why was he asking this? Would he call off the marriage if she wasn’t a virgin? Rosaline hesitated and shook her head.

“N-no, huht… Never.”

“Hm.”

She felt a chill on her exposed skin. Her palms were sweaty from nerves. She even felt as if something was trickling out from below. Rosaline’s legs trembled, and her womanhood clenched and unclenched.

Earl Balzac observed her with a serious look, his brow furrowed. Her flesh was plump and pale, and the inner skin was a soft pink. Each twitch released a fresh, suggestive scent that tickled his nose, as if inviting him in. It was a movement born of instinct.

As her legs were spread even wider, the hidden little bean revealed itself. Earl Balzac moved his fingers around the round cl*toris. His thick, calloused fingertips pressed and gently rubbed the sensitive spot, making Rosaline’s legs tremble slightly.

“Ahh…….”

“Does it feel good?”

A strange sensation began to bloom. Earl Balzac watched Rosaline’s face as he slowly moved his fingers. As he rubbed along the split folds, the area quickly became moist, like dew on flower petals. Haa, haa. Rosaline’s breath grew rapid. His fingers teased around the wings before slipping inside her opening.

“Hng!”

Inside Rosaline, it felt damp and tight, as if soaked with moisture. Each time Balzac’s finger pushed in, the narrow inner walls quivered and gripped his finger snugly. His fingers were thick and sturdy, so even with just one inside, she felt completely filled.

“Haa, hng, Earl……!”

“It’s too tight. Rosaline, you’ll need to learn how to stretch yourself. If you want to accept your husband, widening your body is essential.”

“Hnn!!”

Before she realized it, a second finger plunged inside, moving deep and pressing her inner walls. Huff! Rosaline’s legs squirmed. His thick fingers penetrated and withdrew with a wet sound. Occasionally, the Earl would press her cl*toris with his palm while plunging his fingers inside, shaking his wrist. Each time, liquid poured from her depths.

“Huff, hng, Earl……!”

“Let’s start calling each other ‘Honey’ now. We’re married, after all.”

“Hng, huff!”

His thick fingers moved relentlessly between her delicately parted wings. Rosaline lowered her head, shocked at how his fingers were shamelessly thrusting inside her. Her pink inner walls clung to his fingers, as if refusing to let go.

“Ahhhh!”

“Do you feel more stretched now?”

“I-I don’t know, hng……!”

Before she could finish speaking, the Earl swiftly pulled up Rosaline’s chemise to her collarbone. Then, he took her full, soft br*ast into his mouth. Chup, chuu, the powerful suction made her flesh feel as if it was being drawn in.

While sucking on Rosaline’s br*ast, the Earl continued to stir inside her. Rosaline instinctively arched her back. Haa, hng! She made sounds she’d never heard herself make before. At that moment, Rosaline bent her back and reached her climax.

“Earl, hng, hng, hic……!!”

For the first time in her life, she experienced such an intense climax that her vision turned white. Soon, his fingers slipped out and her saliva-soaked right br*ast bounced free from the Earl’s mouth. Her n*pple, chilled by the air, stood er*ect.

Huff, huff, Rosaline shuddered at her peak. Then—smack!—a stinging pain spread across her bottom. Hng! Rosaline instinctively drew her legs together. Startled, a trickle of her essence escaped her trembling opening.

“Why, why are you…….”

“Every time you call me ‘Earl,’ I’ll leave a handprint on your bottom.”

“But…….”

“Call me ‘Honey’ from now on.”

Seeing the Earl’s stern expression, Rosaline nodded. Like it or not, the Earl was now her husband—even if he was old enough to be her father. As Rosaline obediently nodded, satisfaction spread across the Earl’s hardened face. He gave a slight nod.

“Spread your legs wide and show me. I need to see how much you’ve stretched.”

“Y-yes……”

Nervous, Rosaline slipped her hands behind her knees and spread her legs. Her pale, virginal body opened, revealing moist wings and her entrance. The wet opening pulsed, tightening and loosening in rhythm.

“Still not satisfied…… Well, there’s no helping it.”

“Hng.”

“Maybe we’ll stretch it to fit me perfectly, with daily lovemaking.”

The Earl looked at Rosaline’s spread legs, then slowly pulled down his trousers. With a heavy thud, a dark, reddish member sprang forth, pressing against his lower belly. Even in the moonlit darkness, its presence was formidable. Thick veins ran along it, making it look like a massive club.

‘Is that really going to go inside me?’

Rosaline realized why the Earl had worked so hard to stretch her opening. Bathed in moonlight, his beastly member glistened, a drop of fluid forming at the tip. Seeing this, Rosaline’s body twitched, her entrance contracting instinctively.

The Earl positioned himself between Rosaline’s legs. Even with her legs spread as wide as possible, his waist was so broad it filled the space between her thighs. Rosaline naturally wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Earl……”

Rosaline started to speak reflexively, but froze. She still wasn’t used to calling him ‘Honey.’ As she hesitated, the Earl noticed her slip and smirked, amused. Soon, she would call him by the new name, he muttered with certainty.

Rosaline stayed frozen, legs spread, unable to move. Meanwhile, the Earl grasped his aroused member and stroked it a few times. The soft skin slid up and down. Rosaline couldn’t take her eyes off it; it was intimidatingly large, even in the hands of a grown man.

The Earl, watching Rosaline’s spread legs, gripped his shaft and slowly rubbed the tip against her entrance. Pressing and rubbing up and down, her moist body seemed to suck at the tip.

“Hng, mm……”

Rosaline bit her lip to stifle her moans. She didn’t want to make such sounds. But despite her will, each time the tip pressed her cl*toris and slid along her perineum, her body responded, releasing more moisture.

“Feels nice.”

Just the size of his thick tip looked difficult for her to take. Each time his hard, hot member parted her folds and rubbed against her, Rosaline felt she might lose her mind. After a long moment of teasing, the tip pressed against her entrance and slowly forced its way inside.

“Hng!”

Rosaline held her breath. Only the tip had entered, but the pressure was intense. Her body clenched tightly around the invader. As her slick inner walls clung to the tip, Earl Balzac let out a low groan.

“Haa, ah, it hurts……! Huff.”

“It’s because you’re a virgin. Tsk, good thing you’re so wet.”

“Hng, mm. Ahh…….”

Holding her knees, Rosaline looked down. Between her spread wings, the menacing member was half-buried. Her body hungrily swallowed the man’s shaft, her pink flesh twitching and clinging to the thick pillar. The sight shocked Rosaline deeply.

She felt as if she were a brothel worker, so shameless. But the more she thought herself shameless, the more her body responded, releasing clear fluids. Haa, haa, even as Rosaline panted, her body accepted the steadily advancing member, her inner walls gripping it tightly.

“Hnn……!”

Finally, the shaft was fully inside, reaching her cervix.