Frederic even has a handsome Adam’s apple. That’s so s*xy……

Watching that movement with careful attention, Margie swallowed too.

Frederic tilted his head as he leaned toward her. The sharp line of his nose grazed her lashes, her eyelid, the side of her nose, her left cheek in turn. It wasn’t even a dry season, yet every time their skin touched, a small electric shock passed between them, and each time it did, Margie flinched with her eyes still closed.

“Margie.”

His head tilted all the way and pressed deep into the curve of her neck. The warm breath slipping between his lips settled heavily against her ear and collarbone.

Everywhere his lips touched, a scorching heat spread like the footprints of something demonic.

So hot……

Margie was breathing in short gasps, overwhelmed by his warmth, when,

“You’re burning up.”

Frederic whispered against her ear.

Oh. The one who was burning wasn’t him. It was me.

Margie swallowed again.

“W…… wait a moment, Frederic.”

His lips were a breath away from hers.

“I can’t remember, so I have to ask……”

Fear of what was about to become very real made her reach out and press her hand over his mouth.

“Have we…… done that? Actually……?”

Margie asked.

At her pointed question, Frederic’s large frame gave a small, involuntary flinch.

Frederic found himself in a dilemma. He had to choose between two options.

“Of course……”

A merciful lie, or a damning truth.

“……we have.”

Running the tip of his tongue over dry lips, Frederic smiled. His choice was a lie, but one that might yet save them both.

“We have? The two of us? That?”

Margie let out a shriek.

“Yes. Every night. Actually, sometimes before sunset as well.”

Frederic replied without missing a beat.

“E, even every single day……! In broad daylight……!”

Margie narrowed her eyes.

What she found looking back at her was a gaze of such sincere conviction that not a trace of deception could be detected, and in that instant she understood.

My husband has a talent for this. Telling a bold-faced lie without so much as blinking……

She was the one who had started lying first with her amnesiac act, and yet Frederic’s shameless performance left her completely speechless.

“Why are you surprised. We’re married.”

Frederic turned it back on her. His tone carried the clear implication that nothing that had taken place between the two of them was in any way unlawful.

“Because we’re husband and wife. A kiss, sharing a bed, whichever one you want, whenever you want……”

Smack.

Frederic’s lips met hers cleanly.

Mwah, smack, mmph. Mmmph……

The short, light sounds grew longer.

“Ha, mm. Hnn.”

“Hah.”

The mouth that had been pressed shut with inexperience fell open to welcome the other’s tongue and warmth. Neither could have said who moved first. They pulled each other’s breath in and wanted more, something rawer.

That first kiss was like opposite poles of a magnet. When one pulled back, the other followed. Pushing away had never been an option. Between them, only a hungry, carnal pull existed.

The clumsy kiss was ripening into something stranger and more deliberate when Margie quietly opened her eyes. Through the thin slit of her lashes, the first thing she saw was Frederic’s face, eyes closed, lower lip caught between his teeth, utterly consumed by this one thing.

Handsome men are even handsome while kissing. Oh, Frederic, terrifyingly focused even on something this indecent. S*xy. A man who gives his all to whatever he’s doing is the best. Handsome and indecent husband is the best…… If I’d divorced him without getting to experience this I would’ve died of regret…… Thank goodness I didn’t……

Dizzy with relief, Margie was panting softly and closing her eyes again when the one who ran out of patience first was Frederic. Still kissing, hands roaming over each other, he quickly stripped the dress from his wife.

“Good lord.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the pale expanse of her.

“A sight this beautiful……”

His voice, soaked in feeling, dropped to almost nothing.

Frederic stripped off everything he was wearing as well.

Broad shoulders, forearms swollen with muscle, veins standing out across the back of his hands, a firm chest, abs carved in clean shadow, long legs wrapped in taut skin, thigh muscles shifting with every small movement…… His body, freely revealed, was perfect and obscene in the way of something that had decided to bewitch everything in the mortal world.

Some part of Margie felt sorry for the uniform that had to contain all of that, and another part thought that as good as he looked dressed, nothing compared to him like this. Both thoughts tumbled through her head without order.

Her gaze, which had been caught on the sculpture-perfect lines of him, drifted lower, to the center of him.

“Wh, why is it……!”

That large……!

Margie’s eyes went wide.

Reading the descriptions in 〈The Grand Ducal Household’s Lewd Wedding Night〉 of Agnus’s size, things like the head being larger than a baby’s fist, the shaft thicker than a woman’s forearm, the sac swollen like a balloon, Margie had always thought the author’s fixation on masculine detail was excessive.

Could a man who carries something that size actually exist? He’d have to be a monster.

But faced with the reality of her n*ked husband, Margie had to accept that her entire worldview needed expanding.

This wasn’t fantasy. This was documentary…… It’s alarming and yet somehow the color is so pretty. Like young rose petals……

“Mm, hah, um, Frederic, hnn.”

His lips were everywhere, and the whole time his er*ction prodded carelessly at her navel and inner thigh. The heat and weight of it were nothing like any physical pressure she had ever felt, and a hard bolt of fear went through her.

“I genuinely can’t remember anything, so I have to ask……”

Margie shoved hard against his chest, and only then did the kissing stop.

“For me, this kind of direct, p, penetration between a husband and wife would be the f, first time…… Of course! Just like you said, we probably did it every day, morning and night! Because we’re married! B, but! I can’t remember any of it, so my body may know but my heart is treating this as a first……!”

Margie rambled. She had worked herself up so thoroughly that sweat was breaking out and the room was beginning to tilt.

“What I mean is……!”

Her hesitating gaze dropped to the relevant part of Frederic’s half-undressed body.

What her eyes pointed to was a pink c*ck, veins standing out in thick ridges, swaying with an alarming energy. It jutted up like a club meant for beating something unruly into submission.

Frederic, how much bigger is this going to get.

“This enormously enraged, this th, thing, it’s too large…… What if I, die……!”

What if that goes in and I tear apart and die?

Unable to say it out loud, Margie bit down on her lower lip and made a miserable face.

Frederic listened to his wife’s scattered, directionless words with patience. Even after she finished, he neither interrupted nor commented. He simply held his silence and looked slowly over her face.

“It won’t be painless.”

Then he wiped the sweat beading on her forehead with his fingertips and smoothed her tangled hair back into place.

“And I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“……Eep.”

Margie had tilted her head, not quite understanding what ‘I can’t promise I won’t hurt you’ meant, then caught up a beat too late and sucked in a sharp breath.

Look at this husband! Where did he learn to say things like that? Even Agnus, king of dirty talk, probably couldn’t manage that……!

“But I will be more careful than I have ever been.”

The hand stroking her hair moved now to part the soft curls between her thighs.

“I have no interest in being the kind of worthless husband who makes his wife cry……”

“Hnn……”

“But in bed, I’m afraid I can’t help myself.”

He stopped talking after that. His mouth was full of her n*pple, lips and tongue working the soft skin of her br*ast. Frederic, his beautiful face buried against her chest, looked up at her from below. Margie’s face burned hot all the way up into her nose.

She had just discovered that tidiness and indecency could coexist. The clean, spare upper body, shadow falling cool between dense muscle, and below it the cumbersome, heavy, obscenely swaying thing. The contrast was so jarring it almost felt like the upper and lower halves belonged to different people.

“So…… hah, soft.”

Wherever that thing dragged across her skin, it twitched violently each time it registered the gentle contact. An er*ction bordering on frenzy.

I thought it was already fully hard. Why does it keep getting bigger and more aggressive! It’s alarming! Eep! And yet, hah, how is even that somehow beautiful……!

Worry and pride surged through Margie at the same time. She was feeling contradictions of her own that matched his body’s contradictions perfectly.

“Tonight is our real first night, Margie.”

“Ah, Frederic!”

Each syllable he spoke, his tongue lapped and sucked at her br*ast.