Chapter 18

Kalik’s voice was gentle, but the content was terrifying. He said only the gl*ns had entered. The one who strained was Marie alone.

He leisurely chewed on her earlobe while only the tip was inside.

“It would be nice if you didn’t clench too tightly.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“If you do, I’ll have no choice but to do it again.”

“Kal…!”

He chuckled as if it were amusing and kissed her. From her open lips came the same scent. Marie’s trembling legs lifted too easily. He then slowly supported her thighs, making her ankles wrap around his waist.

Then he called Marie’s name softly.

“Marie. Bite if it hurts.”

Two fingers entered her mouth. Marie lightly bit the index and middle fingers swirling her tongue, sucking them like a baby. What was embedded below her would be much bigger and thicker.

“Kal… huh, ah…!”

Fortunately, she was lost in the pain of being split in half and only called Kalik’s name. The hard pillar endlessly pressed against her inner walls. The bumps scraped by the gl*ns delivered a tingling stimulus.

The inserted p*nis throbbed, signaling it would soon move fiercely. While Marie swallowed her tears and snot, Kalik, allowing a moment’s respite, rubbed her belly. Whether the plump part was because of him or the belly fat she was so conscious of, it was adorably chubby.

“Uh… huh… ha…”

Kalik looked down at the joined part, rubbing Marie’s lips.

Her face was once again a mess with tears. Her sobs, indistinguishable from moans, and the way her inner walls clamped down on his member made it feel like he was violating her.

“I’ll stay like this until you get used to it.”

Marie embraced Kalik, who was pressing down on her. The external pressure was much better than the pain in her inner walls.

She couldn’t believe all married couples did this. How could they do something so painful, why? If not for having a baby, she never wanted to do this grueling and distressing thing again.

Kalik whispered love endlessly into Marie’s ear as she panted. Though her cries had stopped, there were bite marks on her lips.

Minutes passed like that. As her ragged breathing returned, Kalik lifted himself.

“Does it still hurt?”

“It’s bearable.”

Marie forced a smile and adjusted her posture. Having tried to endure, she felt confident. There seemed to be nothing more painful, and she was proud of herself for enduring it. Whatever else came, it would be smaller than this man’s member. She felt like she had taken a step into adulthood.

However, she didn’t know what came next.

“Is it okay now?”

“I’m going to move.”

“Huh? Move… ah!”

A stone-like weight slammed into her belly. Marie lifted her head to see the joint where the heavy stimulus collided. The sight that entered her startled eyes was the glistening member slowly pushing inside her.

“Ah….”

As he inserted, the pain from the scratched inner wall burst again. Though each repetition brought a slightly different sensation, she couldn’t say a word because of the pain that felt like her body was splitting in two.

“Huh… ah, Kal….”

Kalik fondled Marie’s chest, forcibly covering her mouth. Her scream-like moans passed into his throat, leaving only well-packaged sounds of her words.

Gradually, a strange feeling began amidst the pain. As the friction sound from the joint shortened, the v*ginal interior pulsated with a bizarre pleasure.

Marie, instead of twisting her body, pushed Kalik. But even her thin skin was as tough as rhinoceros leather, leaving not even a faint scratch.

She deliberately lifted her waist, embarrassed by her swelling belly with each insertion. Doing so created a narrow space at the joint, reducing the stimulation. Of course, that didn’t mean she could escape the insertion.

“Moderate… huh…!”

Kalik deliberately moved slowly, tormenting Marie. For someone telling him to moderate, she followed his thrusts well. She didn’t seem to realize it, but her thighs clung tightly as if afraid of falling, making anything she said amusing.

“Huh…!”

Kalik’s breath warmed Marie’s forehead. His robust build meant that even if she shook her head, the position didn’t change at all while rubbing against his belly.

He bit and chewed Marie’s hair as if it were a delicious dessert. Hot breaths continued to escape from their joined noses, warming the wet mound.

Her bangs, neatly down when lying down, were soaked with sweat, sticking beside her forehead. The sweat thinly spread on her skin was neither salty nor sweet. Only the bitter taste of the oil she applied daily.

“Ha, Marie… Marie….”

Kalik, holding Marie’s trembling legs, moaned. He deliberately made a sticky sound by licking her cheek. The water sound from above and below brought an unbearable urge to urinate.

Marie, unaware that clear liquid spurted out whenever the round mucous membrane was stimulated, diligently held back.

Though the thick member thrust fiercely, ironically, Kalik now looked like her man. Like a real husband.

But she didn’t know such a man who desired her with all his might, pressing down on her entire body. It could be a change since the accident, or maybe he was always like this…

Either way, she liked the current Kalik.

Kalik embraced Marie, who kissed his neck with a smacking sound, and put strength into his core. The area around the cervix, pricked by the gl*ns, twitched greatly. The v*ginal pressure was incredibly strong, and his climax was at its peak.

As his thrusts quickened, Marie, whimpering, whispered into his pretty ear touching her nose.

“Not inside…!”

“I want a child that looks like you.”

Kalik’s gaze, gently looking down, was filled with sincerity. Marie couldn’t say anything at the word “child.”

Taking that as permission, Kalik said their child would be beautiful and touched her cl*toris with his finger.

At that moment, Marie’s upper body bent backward as if convulsing.

“Ah!”

The hot mucous membrane wrapped around his member, pressing fiercely.

The inner wall contracted greatly, squeezing Kalik’s p*nis.

Kalik, pushing his waist, released the s*men he had held back. Its movement was visible on her tensed belly. Below the navel, around here was the *terus. He gently pressed from the p*bic area to the navel with his palm, trying to guide his s*men to the womb.

Marie let out a rough breath, as if even the sliding of her skin was stimulating. Even after *jaculating, his member didn’t soften, and it seemed it would revive if left inside a bit longer.

Kalik embraced Marie, who was lost in the lingering climax, and discarded the memories that wouldn’t return. It might have been like that for the past three years, but from this moment, it changed. 

This woman is mine.

So he deliberately didn’t pull out.

* * *

Before Marie went to the study.

She and Natalie had a time of resolution. Until then, Marie thought her determination was quite significant and brave, because correcting a mistake was the most difficult and demanding self-management.

Natalie brought diet tea as a sign of encouragement. Marie thought it was because she wouldn’t be able to fight properly on an empty stomach, but Natalie’s real intention was for her to drink it and just sleep.

She smiled at Marie, who insisted she would have just one more cup before speaking.

It was already her third cup.

“Do you not trust me? Your gaze is insolent.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m really going!”

Yes, yes, of course….

“What if he asks for a divorce?”

Regardless, Natalie seemed indifferent. She didn’t seem to believe it before she left.

Marie mumbled that it was really the last time and slowly picked up the cup. Even the speed of bringing the teacup to her lips was very slow.

“Then things will go back to the way they were.”

“Won’t you regret it?”

“What can I do if it’s the seed I sowed?”

“You seem like you’ll regret it properly.”

“…Aren’t you going to support me?!”

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous. Correcting a mistake was a virtue one should have as a human before being a noble, but giving up the present to gain righteousness was honestly a shame.

So Natalie needed to unconditionally support her to confirm that this decision wasn’t wrong.

“What do you think he’ll do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, just roughly guess!”

“Do you want to hear something negative or pessimistic?”

Aren’t they the same? 

Marie looked at Natalie with a sideways glance. But Natalie’s expression was serious. To her, there were only negative and pessimistic predictions.

Marie picked one in a small voice.

“…Negative.”

“I don’t think he’ll divorce you.”

Marie widened her eyes at the words that popped out as if waiting. Thinking it was negative, she imagined being cut off or going to prison. Not getting a divorce could be very positive depending on how you hear it.

Marie picked up the teacup to hide her twitching lips.

“That’s not negative.”

“Didn’t you want a divorce?”

“…Are you interrogating me?”

“Anyway, I don’t think he’ll divorce you.”

“Then why is that negative?”

“I think he won’t ‘only’ not divorce you.”

“Oh….”

The difference between “only” and “just.” Marie’s expression quickly turned sullen.

Natalie continued speaking without hesitation.

“Of course, there’s a positive opinion too.”

“What is it?”

“Status quo.”