3.1

Was it inevitable that Pavel began spending less time at the ducal residence and the Knights’ Order?  

A significant portion of his time was being devoted to Larisa. Whenever Larisa called for him, he would naturally run to her, and even when she didn’t, he would sometimes seek her out on his own.

People gossiped about Pavel behind his back. They said that the Duke of Ainsley had been firmly leashed by Lochrain’s Black Lily. That he followed her around like a loyal dog. While some mocked him in this way, most of them were men. The young ladies, on the other hand, bit their handkerchiefs in envy.

It was none other than that Pavel Ainsley. The master of the Kingdom’s sole ducal house and the man standing at the pinnacle of the Kingdom’s military power. The fact that this man, who had never spared a glance at women, was now in a relationship with Larisa left them both disappointed and intrigued.

After all, Larisa’s history with men was no secret. Surely, it wouldn’t be long before she discarded Pavel. No one believed that a man who had once tasted the pleasures of women would ever return to his monk-like lifestyle.

Perhaps because of this, even more young ladies began approaching Pavel than before. Part of it was because he now appeared more frequently at banquets, giving them more opportunities. Some even deliberately waited in places like the Knights’ Order, the ducal residence, or the royal palace where Pavel might pass by.

When Larisa heard about this, she merely scoffed as if she found it amusing.  

“Ridiculous, truly.”  

Larisa muttered to herself while soaking in the bathtub. Then, she scooped up some water with her hand and splashed it at Pavel, who was massaging her feet outside the tub. Though water sprayed across his face, Pavel didn’t seem to mind. He simply continued to focus on gently kneading Larisa’s small feet.  

“Pavel, you are mine, yet everyone is so greedy, aren’t they?”  

“Indeed, they are.”  

“If they saw our Duke here massaging my feet, wouldn’t they faint from shock and stop bothering you?”  

“Are you worried about that?”  

Pavel raised his head to look at her. Larisa, her cheeks flushed from the warm water, smiled mischievously at him.  

“Worried? Why would I be?”  

Would he ever stray? This man, who had rolled up his sleeves to do something even a servant might do, all for her?  

Larisa knew it was impossible. And so, she could only laugh.  

Pulling her foot away from Pavel’s hands, Larisa sat up from her relaxed, reclining position in the tub. The water rippled and spilled over the edge, dampening Pavel’s trousers where he knelt beside the tub.  

“Pavel, hold me. I want to go to bed.”  

He gladly obeyed her command. Grabbing a large towel, he wrapped it around Larisa’s body, then lifted her effortlessly in his arms and carried her out of the bathroom.  

Larisa’s bedroom, faintly scented with lilies of the valley, held a bed so large that three people could lie comfortably on it.  

The night had already fallen, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls.  

After carefully placing Larisa on the bed, Pavel stood before her, waiting quietly. Larisa thought to herself that those who called him a dog were absolutely right. Pavel was her dog—large, gentle, and obedient.  

She unwrapped the towel around her body and lay back on the bed. Her flawless, radiant skin was fully exposed. Watching Pavel avert his eyes, unable to look directly at her, Larisa spoke.  

“Pavel, take off your clothes and come up here.”

For a moment, his body seemed to stiffen. However, he soon began unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were unhesitant. After tossing aside his shirt, he removed his pants, then his underwear and socks.

Larisa smiled in satisfaction as she looked at his massive, sculpted body, packed with muscle like a statue. Pavel noticed her gaze lingering on the large organ between his legs and blushed. He carefully sat down beside her.

It was only natural that if he wanted to use his strength, Larisa wouldn’t be able to resist. Yet Pavel never used his strength on her—not even once. He never did anything without her permission. This massive man moved solely according to Larisa’s will, and that pleased her immensely, bringing a faint smile to her lips.

“Come lie down here.”  

Larisa patted the spot beside her with her hand. Pavel, visibly tense, shifted his body. Larisa chuckled inwardly.

This was, in fact, the first time.  

Up until now, there had been instances of mutual stimulation or oral acts—indirect forms of intimacy. But this was the first time they were both fully n*ked, lying together on the same bed.

Honestly, wasn’t that already enough? Larisa had thought that provoking Pavel a few times would eventually lead him to take her. But for nearly three weeks, Pavel had only touched her when instructed, never making a move on his own.  

It was amusing, but at the same time, slightly irritating. 

Did I really have to guide him through everything?  

It was fortunate that she found his unique demeanor intriguing; otherwise, she would have already discarded him.  

As Pavel obediently lay down beside her, Larisa suddenly sat up and climbed on top of him.

Pavel inhaled sharply. His eyes wavered.  

“I wondered when it would happen, but in the end, I had to say it myself, didn’t I? Isn’t that right?”  

“…Of course, only if you desire it… Ugh, ah…”  

Larisa’s hips pressed down on Pavel’s half-er*ect member. She slowly ground against him, feeling it harden rapidly beneath her.  

Larisa, wearing a mischievous smile, placed her hands on his chest and began to rotate her hips leisurely. Beneath her, his manhood quickly swelled, its tip peeking out between her legs.  

“You get hard so easily, yet you still say you won’t act without my permission.”  

“A-ah.”  

“It’s ridiculous. Are you even a man?”  

Larisa’s nails lightly scratched the rim of his flushed gl*ns. She could see the slit at the tip twitching. As she teased the soft flesh with her fingers, she asked,  

“Could it be that you’re not interested in me and that’s why you haven’t made a move?”  

“Never, that’s not… Ah!”  

When Larisa’s nails sharply grazed his slit, Pavel bucked his hips and let out a groan. At the same time, thick white fluid spurted out. Larisa looked down at Pavel’s member, which had cl*maxed in an instant, and let out a small laugh.  

“What’s this? You came so easily.”  

“…Larisa, you’re… too stimulating.”  

“What did I even do?”  

Pavel lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushed. He muttered softly that her mere presence was overwhelmingly stimulating. Finding his bashfulness adorable, Larisa burst into laughter.  

Still sitting on top of him, Larisa pressed down on Pavel’s still-hard member with her hips and rubbed against it.  

“Pavel, do you want to do it with me?”  

“……”  

“You don’t want to?”  

“How could I not? It’s just…”  

“Hmm?”  

“It’s my first time.”  

His voice grew quieter as he confessed. Ah. Larisa thought she understood what Pavel was trying to say. He was worried that, being inexperienced, he might not satisfy her.  

But the fact that it was his first time only made it more interesting. Larisa didn’t voice that thought. Instead, she offered him a different kind of “advice.”  

“I enjoy having fun.”  

“I’ll try my best. Please, tell me how…”  

“You’ll do everything I ask, won’t you?”  

“Anything. I’ll do it all.”

“You’re the one who said you’d do anything.” 

Larisa smiled faintly to herself as she thought this.

She moved forward on her knees, positioning herself closer to Pavel’s head. As her most intimate part came into view, Pavel’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, almost impossibly so. Watching this, Larisa spoke.

“Suck on it. Until I collapse from pleasure.”

Pavel’s eyes wavered for a moment. However, he was Larisa’s faithful and devoted “lover.” He wasn’t the type to refuse her commands.

His large hands gripped Larisa’s hips and pulled her closer. Though his hands were massive and rough, like those of a man who wielded a sword, his touch on Larisa was extraordinarily gentle.

Larisa’s already slightly wet lower lips looked, to be frank, irresistible enough to make one’s mouth water. Pavel was somewhat shocked at the realization of such base desires within himself. He already knew what she tasted like from their time in the carriage. The memory only made it harder to resist. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and began to suck on her intimately.

“Ah, ahh…!”

The intense suction sent a jolt through her, leaving her trembling between her thighs. Larisa tilted her head back and smiled in satisfaction. Soon, Pavel’s thick tongue began to trace along her folds, licking upward. The slightly rough texture of his tongue brushing over her sensitive skin made Larisa shudder. 

Ah, more. Harder. 

Hearing her murmured plea, Pavel diligently moved his tongue.

He was a quick learner, a smart man. When he pressed his upper teeth lightly against her swollen cl*toris, then scraped against it, Larisa let out a sharp cry. As she reflexively tried to lift her hips, Pavel held her firmly in place, continuing to flick and suck on her sensitive bud with his tongue.

Pavel’s relentless focus on her most sensitive spot soon left Larisa feeling dazed. She deliberately pushed herself down onto his face, pressing against him.

With her lower body fully covering his nose and mouth, Pavel’s eyes widened in surprise. Breathing became difficult, but Larisa showed no intention of moving. Instead, she began grinding herself against his face.