Prologue

“Did you c*m again?”

When pressed with a finger, bead-like bumps flowed out like buttons, releasing transparent water. The cl*toris hidden in the hole was now gone. It had melted away, turning into just erotic wrinkles like the surrounding skin.

Kalik licked the liquid pooled in his palm, remarking,

“My wife is quite sensitive.”

The viscosity created a thin string between his lips, making it feel as though it was glued to her.

He devoured it completely. Initially, there was no smell, but now a pungent sweetness wafted.

“Ah… just… put it in.”

Marie grabbed her thigh and squirmed. She barely managed to stand by holding onto Kalik’s waist. If she didn’t apply force, she would slip and lose her grip. So, it was better to stand than to have her legs give out and expose her private parts.

But after standing her legs again, it felt as if something was bumping between her gathered thighs, making her feel embarrassed, like a student taking a test.

Kalik, without a word, pushed his fingers about two knuckles deep.

The softened v*ginal entrance opened without resistance. Now, she could accept one without much trouble. His unusually thick fingers moved inside without filtering.

“Ah!”

Just by doing that, water burst out again. The already drenched sheet could not hold any more fluid and spat it out.

“You really like it, huh?”

“Ah, no I don’t!”

“Really?”

She seemed to be glaring thinly, but her flushed cheeks made it seem like a joke. Despite her words, she had been moving her waist and hips, making it easier for him to touch her.

He bit Marie’s collarbone and added another finger.

“Haah!”

Thanks to the abundance of fluid, two fingers were not difficult. Of course, under the premise of doing it very slowly.

Kalik bent down, lowering his head to the height of Marie’s b*ttocks. Right in front of him, the pinkish flesh quivered.

“Then how about this?”

“Ah… yes… hah….”

Marie’s head tilted back. She firmly held Kalik, who had buried his face between her legs, with her thighs. His head strangely kept moving inward.

It wasn’t just the tongue that was flickering; his lower lip moved in sync, continuously scraping the inner flesh. Kalik thickened his tongue and poked the slightly open hole.

The v*ginal entrance, which had been trembling and blocked in layers, began to open under the stimulation. As his tongue swept up broadly and deeply, the inwardly curled mucous membrane contracted, widening the hole.

“Please…!”

Her moans changed with the repeated tongue movements. The sound, which had been trailing off, mixed with the friction sound of licking the wet flesh, sticking more stickily.

The liquid beading on her swollen l*bia dripped onto his lips and tongue. Every time he inhaled, the v*ginal fluid gushed out from the flesh he sucked on, making her private parts glisten in an instant.

“St-Stop…!”

Fortunately, when Marie looked down, his gaze was still focused on that secret place. If their eyes had met in this situation, she might have died of embarrassment.

When he finally made a loud smacking sound and sucked on her cl*toris, Marie’s legs spread wide in a position easy to eat.

“Yes. I’m going to thrust now.”

“What….”

Kalik chuckled as he saw the flustered Marie.

Something was strange.

Kalik had been using strangely vulgar expressions since last time. When they first made love, although his body was aroused, his words were quite cultured, but recently, he often used explicit expressions that he normally wouldn’t.

Like “licking”…

Or “c*mming”…

Anyway, during the act, when the tension loosened, his unrestrained nature sometimes showed. Perhaps he was hiding it during the day, or maybe his memory….

“Ugh.”

When he pinched her n*pple, her calm breath turned rough again. Marie glared, holding the tingling peak. He seemed to have noticed she was having other thoughts.

“Haah.”

Kalik was already aware that his way of speaking had reverted to its original state. However, realizing it and caring about it were different matters. If Marie didn’t know, it was fine as it was. Anyway, all his nerves were focused below, and he had no energy left for such trivial matters.

The organ in his hand spurted milky fluid once more.

“Marie.”

Startled by the sudden call, Marie blinked, and at the same time, a burning pain surged.

“Ah!”

It felt like her lower part was being torn. She had said it was better to have one big pain than to be in pain for a long time, and since then, he always inserted mercilessly like this. He didn’t even give her time to adapt.

She was glad she insisted on having a drink before. Without the shield of drunkenness, it would be difficult to do this with a sober mind.

“Relax.”

As Marie turned her head, Kalik grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. He liked to see her face while inserting, so he treasured Marie’s expression, a mix of resentment and instinct.

Reactions that were neither clear about whether she disliked or liked it, the honest moans she let out when touched, and the innocent stubbornness she showed when pushed were all lovable. Sometimes, he would *jaculate several times on his own at those soft curses.

“Today, you clearly said you’d let me do as I want.”

“When have you not… Ah!”

Before she could finish speaking, a thud sounded, and her body jerked. Startled, Marie bit her tongue and flailed her hands in the air.

Kalik grabbed her ankles, which were trembling from the impact, and spread them wide. The joint, tightly fused, came into his view.

Marie’s part had been tightly holding onto Kalik as if they were originally one body.

Pleasantly amused, Kalik exerted strength in his waist.

“Ah, no… it’s too deep…!”

Unable to find anything to hold onto, her small hands hastily grabbed under Kalik’s chest. His body, honed by long training, was muscular wherever touched. Thinking that this sculpted body responded only to her, a strange satisfaction tightened her insides.

“Wait…!”

Kalik’s body shuddered. He had just barely suppressed the urge to *jaculate that surged up momentarily. It was a crisis. He nearly came as soon as he entered.

Unaware of this, Marie embraced his body and looked at him with shining eyes, as if asking him to move. Even in this situation, she couldn’t shake her habit of provoking. Despite running away every time.

Kalik chuckled and strengthened his legs. The organ, leisurely pulled out, slammed back in with a thud as if biting the inner wall. Each time, the long, thick sh*ft mercilessly crushed the round mucous membrane deep inside. It was still an explicit courtship.

Come to think of it, he had always wanted a baby.

“Ah, no… don’t do it so hard…!”

“If you move carelessly, you’ll get hurt like last time.”

Kalik’s warning devoured Marie’s sluggish effort. She shook her head, biting her hand. Just from her thighs to her b*ttocks. It felt unfamiliar, like someone else’s flesh was attached. She had never exposed herself so honestly, especially to this man.

“Uh…!”

Each time the stiff rod swept up the inner wall’s folds, heat surged from the friction of the flesh. The absentmindedly bitten n*pple was particularly mashed along with Kalik’s even teeth marks. The vivid stimulation also heated Marie’s chest.

With his face buried between her br*asts, Kalik took a deep breath. The voluptuously spread flesh bounced up and down. Her trembling skin directly hit his cheek. Marie’s excitement was palpably felt, invigorating his sluggish upper body.

Even so, the v*ginal entrance, mercilessly spread, was somehow holding up. Thanks to accepting his thing every night. Now, no matter how intense, it hurt less than before. Well, insertion was always a new challenge.

Her inside wasn’t as long as Kalik’s. So even in a state where it couldn’t fully enter, it quickly reached the end, with about one and a half knuckles of the root visible.

Kalik always admired the joining part, assessing whether his part entered well and if it could go deeper.

Below the skinny belly, the position where the sh*ft pressed was clearly visible. The cervix, somewhere between the navel and the g*nitals, when pressed through the tight constriction, hit something elastic like a resilient wall at the crushed tip.

“Uh… ah, uh…!”

Marie’s mind went numb with pleasure. Her tightly clenched thighs dangled around his waist in tempo with his thrusts. Her hands, now somehow, were draped over Kalik’s shoulders.

If there were a mirror here, it would reflect a woman left with only instinct.

Her vision flickered as Kalik’s face approaching appeared like several pictures. Nose to nose with him right in front, he bit and chewed on Marie’s wildly opening mouth.

“Now you even stick out your tongue on your own?”

“Ah… uh, no…!”

“Not at all.”

“Ah!”

With a thud, her whole body shook. When Kalik roughly pulled her up, a tingling thrill curled her fingertips. The n*pples, rubbed against his chest, melted away and hid.

Marie hit Kalik’s chest as if resentful. The response came in the form of a heavy thrust.

The initial stinging pain faded, leaving only ecstasy. The hollow inside and the rubbing l*bia alternated, layering climaxes, making her feel so ecstatic she was on the verge of tears.

“Ah! No, ah…!”

Her skin, reddened with congestion, broke out in goosebumps from excitement. No matter how much he stirred, the sticky flesh gripped the organ and wouldn’t let go. It only begged for more at times like this.

She had done it with this man several times, but each time it was newly painful and newly pleasurable. However, what truly reached deep inside was always his words and actions during the relationship. He wrapped his persistent lust with delicacy and added consideration to hide his emotions.

While accepting what he did absentmindedly, she often felt it wasn’t just lust, making her almost mistake them for being in love more than once.

“Marie, don’t think about anything else.”

Her moans were as lascivious and erotic as the tight grip below. Even if it seemed like she was just repeatedly saying “Ah,” when he rubbed shallowly, scraping with the gl*ns, she wrapped in the tremor and let out a high-pitched metallic sound.

It’s not the usual Marie Odillia.

That virtuous lady was far from such lewd things and didn’t shake her waist herself, asking for deeper thrusts.

“Marie…!”

“Th-that… Ugh…! Marie… don’t call me… ah…!”

It wasn’t just the inside that was convulsing; Marie’s words also blurred like nails filed down to the quick.

Kalik silenced her mouth, which was saying incomprehensible things. Countless words burst and disappeared within their joined lips. Marie couldn’t manage a simple “Don’t call my name,” so she just swallowed his persistent saliva.

Eventually, she cl*maxed briefly once more.

A sense of guilt and urination surged simultaneously. She kept forgetting he was her husband. Even though he wasn’t a stranger, the sense of sin stimulated her insides, causing the provoked inner wall to contract repeatedly.

Kalik lifted Marie into his arms and bit her neck. It was a signal of *jaculation.

The deeply embedded organ throbbed greatly.

“Ah!”

The churning vibration pounded her belly several times. The copiously discharged s*men couldn’t spread and covered the cervical opening. The mixed *jaculate was still pulsating rapidly.

“Hah…”

Marie’s body, which he had been holding, drooped limply.

Kalik carefully laid her down with himself still inserted. Even after a massive release, he was still the same below. However, now Marie had no strength. Maybe it was because this was already the fourth time.

Marie, feeling the s*men pouring out, touched her lower part as if to gather it, clenching her hand. Anxiety slowly emerged through the lingering excitement, soon turning into guilt.

Kalik, who was holding her tightly, also gradually regained his breath.

And after some time until the lingering feeling subsided.

Both fell into the same worry simultaneously.

This is a big problem.

How do we talk about this?