Chapter 17 

Now she understood.

What Kalik meant by something couples do was the act of making a child itself.

Marie’s gaze, frozen, followed his hand sliding over her.

“I’m sure it’s not the first time… but my heart is racing strangely.”

Kalik pulled Marie’s hand to his chest as if wanting to prove this heartbeat.

“That’s because…”

It’s really the first time…

A kiss might happen in the heat of the moment, but the next step was daunting. Especially when sober, she couldn’t bring herself to consider what came after.

“Wait, wait!”

“Why?”

She slapped and struggled to remove the arm wrapped around her waist. Kalik was already pressing his body close, rubbing against her protruding parts.

“I’m a bit…”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…”

“What is it?”

Marie desperately racked her brain. 

Would saying I wasn’t in the mood work?

It probably wouldn’t. Just because they kissed and hugged didn’t mean she wanted to do everything else.

“Sorry, but I’ll listen while we do it.”

“What, what do you mean while we do… uh.”

Marie momentarily forgot she sounded like her father and lowered her head. Kalik had removed her hand from his chest and suddenly placed it somewhere. The warm, hard flesh that touched the back of her hand was his *rect member.

“W-we never did this!”

Kalik’s movement stopped. But it was only for a few seconds. He boldly stripped off his clothes, becoming as half-n*ked as Marie.

“Impossible.”

“It’s true! All we ever did was kiss!”

“Is that what you were going to confess?”

“What? Ah, no. That’s not… I mean, it is… fundamentally….”

Whether it was saying they weren’t in love or not in that kind of relationship, the gist was the same. So, in a way, she had just confessed the lie.

“If you thought I’d believe that, Marie, you’ve underestimated me.”

“Why don’t you believe…!”

What drove her crazy was that it didn’t work on Kalik. He lifted her waist and completely removed her slip. In the process, her last piece of underwear went along with it.

Panicked, Marie struggled to escape but instinctively lay flat upon seeing something. Her stomach folded when she awkwardly sat up. To her, that was far more important and embarrassing than being n*ked.

But while she was relieved by her flat stomach, Kalik was ready to fully indulge in her body.

“Ah…!”

His indifferent fingers pinched her side. Marie quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach to protect it. Her arms squeezed her chest, making it protrude.

“Don’t… don’t…! Not the stomach….”

“You’re cute.”

Kalik’s lips brushed here and there. Starting from her earlobe, they traveled down her neck, licking her collarbone. Then, taking advantage of Marie turning her head to avoid the tickling, he grabbed her chest and started to devour it like fruit.

“Ahh… ugh… don’t…!”

She realized too late that while she was focused on her stomach, other places were defenseless.

Kalik sucked hard on her br*ast, making the soft peak stand *rect. The smooth *reola prickled whenever his tongue moved, rubbing against his teeth. Her pudding-like skin, the increasingly hot peak. Everything clung to his tongue.

“Kal… ah…”

Marie’s hand trembled. The hand resting on Kalik’s shoulder couldn’t bring itself to embrace him, hovering around his neck instead. In this situation, she couldn’t worry about her stomach.

She held Kalik’s head, biting the hair that reached her mouth to stop him from doing more.

“Please don’t…”

“My wife’s br*asts are so pretty.”

“Why say that all of a sudden… uh.”

His lips were buried in the plump flesh, making it impossible to see their shape. But the tingling sensation conveyed exactly how he was tormenting her chest.

From her n*pples, a hot sensation surged, reaching her chin and flowing below her navel. She felt a strange sensation and twisted her thighs. Somehow, the inside of her belly felt hollow, not just because of the flesh. Below that, it itched and felt leisurely cool.

Marie groaned, holding Kalik, who persistently chewed her chest. Her b*tt lifted, rubbing against him, and her gr*in was slippery.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

She apologized repeatedly for reasons unknown, feeling a strange pressure and shortness of breath. Watching this large man squirm just to nibble on mere flesh was both frightening and cute, while also giving her a strange sense of superiority.

He kissed her soft belly, reaching her navel, while still holding her br*asts. Even in her daze, Marie closed her legs and reached to cover her private parts.

Kalik grabbed her hands and pressed them against her gr*in. Marie, suddenly holding her lower part, opened her eyes wide in shock.

“It’s wet.”

“Ah, uh… no… no…!”

She shook her head vigorously, thinking she had made a mistake. The fine hair below felt like moist skin folds. The texture that transferred to her twitching fingers was sticky and slippery, some kind of mucus.

Marie only moved her lips. She knew it came from below, and why, but she hadn’t expected so much to come out.

Before marriage, she had learned from her nanny to be obedient to her husband in bed. Her conservative nanny had only said to endure since the main actions were the man’s responsibility.

This extremely teacher-centered convenience was never more resented than now.

Not knowing what was average or normal, Marie could do only one thing.

“Let’s do it next time!”

Kalik held her hand and caressed her together. The wet l*bia were parted.

Ignoring her, he scraped the inside and slipped his middle finger in.

“Ah!”

Only one joint had entered, but that slight gap caused the fluids to gush out. Marie screamed and covered her mouth in surprise. It made it easier for him to claim the exposed gr*in.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah… no… it doesn’t….”

When he scratched the inside with his fingertips, a squeaky sound came from the folds soaked in fluids.

Kalik, positioned between her legs, intentionally left Marie’s hands alone. She covered her ears, biting her lips, ashamed of the sound from her private area.

The finger rubbing the l*bia went a bit further inside. Passing over the bumpy area, a thick, hard fold appeared. Just pressing the round cl*toris above the twitching hole gathered the fluid.

Now Marie was shedding tears, trying to swallow the moans full of excitement.

“I wouldn’t have left this body alone.”

Kalik stole her lips, taking away her moans. Her trembling tongue convulsed and followed his teeth. The inside of their deeply intertwined lips was as sticky with saliva as below.

“There’s not a single part of you that isn’t my taste.”

He lifted Marie’s weakened legs, caressing her b*ttocks glistening with fluids. The closed entrance oozed milky liquid.

Resisting the urge to lick it immediately, he spoke.

“Even if what you say is true, it must be because I love you too much to touch you.”

Three years of marriage. Even if he didn’t remember Marie, his feelings for her hadn’t disappeared. Of course, it was true that he had forgotten her and their memories together.

But Kalik sometimes thought the lust controlling his body was like a habit. Like proof of unconscious love with Marie.

Otherwise, there was no way he could go crazy just by looking at her.

Even if this was the first time, it was because he loved her so much that he couldn’t help but devour her.

“Marie.”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

“I…”

Marie trailed off. She wasn’t so low as to agree just because of the mood. This man was still important enough for her to keep her wits. She should express it as precious, but isn’t it ridiculous to mix bodies to see if it’s love or not?

She sniffled and looked at Kalik’s face. It didn’t seem like a lie. Though her posture was embarrassing and ridiculous, her eyes were clear enough to recognize if she was swept by the moment.

He leaned his flushed face closer, wanting Marie to kiss him. Even though he hadn’t heard an answer.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Marie stuck out her tongue and licked Kalik’s trembling lips.

Between his legs, pressed against her b*ttocks, something heavy and long was sticking out. The rounded end was protruding above her skin. It was a p*nis with a pinkish hue.

The way it swung back and forth, bumping, felt just like a pendulum.

“I think I need to loosen it a bit more… I can’t.”

Kalik lowered the leg he was holding and spread her knees. As the pooled love juices soaked the sheet, the blunt end was wedged between the narrow entrance.

“Kalik!”

“Marie Odillia. You are my wife.”

Marie floundered, twisting her hips.

“I, Kalik Escael, am I your husband?”

She couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Yes. Yes, so just this…!”

But her plea scattered in vain.

“…!”

“Then it’s fine. You haven’t lied to me.”

The insertion was entirely different from when his fingers entered. It accompanied pain, delivering a terrible shock to her lower body. Marie only shed tears with her mouth agape. It hurt so much that it seemed even more painful.

Kalik licked Marie’s cheek, wiping away tears and sweat marks.

“It hurts…!”

“Marie…”

Her rubbed chest burned as if scalded. Kalik’s forehead touching her neck was also hot.

“I-is it all in?”

Hugging his back, she pleaded once more. Marie had her palms up so she wouldn’t accidentally scratch him. It felt like she was being torn apart, but she was waiting to get used to it.

“I’m going to put it in now.”

“What?!”