Evelyn sat rigidly on the bed, still wearing her pure white dress, unable to even think about taking it off. The thought that she would soon confirm with her own eyes what she had only glimpsed vaguely made her heart pound so hard she could barely breathe properly.

‘How big will it be?’

The thought that she would see the real thing, having only caught a few glimpses of its outline through his trousers before, made her incredibly nervous. 

She vaguely knew it would be large, but having never seen a man’s thing before, it was difficult to estimate the size.

Outside the window, the twilight darkness had settled into silence. Perhaps because the moon hid behind clouds, not a single ray of light entered the room—only the faint candlelight fulfilled its role, dimly illuminating the interior.

Amid the absence of even the sounds of servants moving through the corridors, footsteps suddenly broke the silence.

Thud. Thud.

He’s here.

Her body, already tense, stiffened further, and the back of her hand trembled as she clutched the voluminous folds of her skirt. Feeling the heavy footsteps drawing closer, Evelyn swallowed hard.

Before long, the door opened and cold air from the corridor poured into the room. When she opened her tightly shut eyes, the candle—the only source of light—had been extinguished by the wind.

Thud. Thud.

The footsteps that had paused briefly at the doorway resumed. As she felt the presence of another person she couldn’t ignore while her vision was dyed in darkness, Evelyn clenched her hands tightly in tension.

Finally, the presence of the approaching large figure stopped right in front of Evelyn, and even the only remaining sound was cut off.

“At last, it’s just the two of us. My wife.”

A low bass voice resonated through the interior swallowed by darkness.

The man who casually called her “wife” exuded a distinctly male scent she hadn’t noticed at all at the ceremony.

“You’re… here?”

The voice she barely managed to produce was full of trembling. She fumbled to stand up, but then his next words came.

“No need to get up.”

His tone sounded almost considerate. However, his subsequent attitude, laden with pressure that seemed to say leaving the bed was unacceptable, made Evelyn freeze completely.

Soon the jacket wrapping his solid body dropped with a thud, and then the Duke’s hand moved leisurely toward the center of his trousers. The metallic sound of the buckle being unfastened and lowered struck sharply through the quiet space. She swallowed hard.

“…Y-Your Grace?”

A voice full of fear and trembling spilled out first.

His long, straight fingers—said to have held only a sword his entire life—slowly unfastened the front of his trousers. Evelyn, who had no choice but to watch the scene, couldn’t even breathe properly.

Before long, the front of the trousers that had been sharply wrapped in luxurious fabric came undone, and a firm shape sprang out. 

Just then, moonlight appeared through parting clouds and scattered long between the two of them, and the n*ked flesh entered Evelyn’s vision completely.

The moment she faced the enormous member standing ferociously er*ect with prominent veins, Evelyn drew in a breath secretly. 

The tip, standing so taut it nearly reached his navel, boasted a dizzying size. The massive flesh, which matched his house-sized physique perfectly yet stood out with a particularly large size in that area alone, stood proudly er*ect.

Her finely trembling gaze slowly but for quite some time climbed up the dark red pillar before capturing its end. Not satisfied with the bulging veins wrapping around it in a shuddering manner, the dark red form twitched, seemingly recognizing the object of its excitement.

Perhaps due to the cast moonlight, the elongated member brought to mind a wolf standing proudly on a cliff and howling.

“Hic.”

In the end, Evelyn let out a hiccup. Her body began trembling uncontrollably.

“I’ll climb up.”

The man with the massive tip slowly moved his steps. The sound of her heart pounding away seemed ready to burst.

Evelyn’s pupils trembled finely as she alternately looked at the man approaching closer and closer in a straight line from her gaze and the member twitching vigorously like it was another living being.

This day that had finally arrived was the first night of Duke Elkas van Berenberg and Evelyn Windelson, second daughter of Count Windelson’s family.