Bridal Lessons - Chapter 63
IX. Misplaced Sincerity
Iscarion began acting differently not long after.
“Hah…”
As he embraced Rosen’s slender waist and kissed her, he suddenly pulled away roughly. His gaze, as if suppressing something, followed her panting, breathless form relentlessly. The large hand that had been clutching her brxxst slowly withdrew. After staring at Rosen for a while, he finally turned over, seemingly having made a decision.
“Good night then.”
“……”
Just the day before, he had been obsessively focused on getting her pregnant. He would join with her daily, lifting her bare legs after their union to prevent his sxmxn from leaking out, sometimes using a round plug or his own member to keep her sealed overnight. Especially on the bed, a passionate kiss like the one they just shared had always led to s-x.
So, his sudden change in behavior felt strange.
Whatever the reason, Rosen initially felt relieved. She had been constantly anxious about getting pregnant, especially since it was a risky time in her cycle. However, her body, accustomed to the pleasure he provided, reacted differently. Her body heated up with anticipation of the pleasure from his intense kiss and delicate brxxst fondling. The unresolved heat coursed through her body, making her uncomfortable in her damp underwear.
Rosen, trying to cool down, had just begun to doze off when she felt Iscarion get up. She heard the sound of running water and his low sighs coming from the bathroom.
‘What’s wrong? Is he sick?’
For a long time, Rosen watched the closed bathroom door, puzzled.
“Huu…”
The odd behavior continued. As he bathed her in the warm water, he suddenly frowned deeply. He set down the towel he had been using to wash her body and pressed his fingers against his forehead, his gaze filled with an unknown turmoil. After checking the bathwater’s temperature, he hastily stood up.
“…What’s wrong?”
“Wait here.”
Even his voice, usually low and calm, now seemed strained and broken. He left the bathroom and didn’t return for a long time, just like before.
As this happened repeatedly, Rosen began to feel uneasy.
Their previous interactions had been rough, almost punitive s-x. The oppressive relationship made her feel utterly dominated and dependent on him. Although she disliked it, feeling humiliated to the point of tears, the intense pleasure he provided also made her body tremble with ecstasy. Despite being forced into humiliating acts, her body would respond eagerly, filling her with immense shame.
She thought she would feel relieved when those acts stopped, but instead, she felt strangely empty.
It wasn’t just physical desire. His sudden withdrawal felt as unfamiliar as his change in behavior after breaking off their engagement. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him directly.
Had she unconsciously adapted to this lifestyle? Or had her s-xual inclinations taken a strange turn? All her experiences were with Iscarion, and her body might have become entirely conditioned to rough, dominating s-x.
After several days without a man, her body already craved the extreme pleasure he provided. She feared that even if she left and met someone new, she wouldn’t find physical satisfaction.
It was ironic. Initially, she had hoped Iscarion would tire of her body and release her, that he would lose interest and stop doing these things to her… But now, what if he truly was bored of her?
The thought sent a chill through her.
“……”
Sitting curled up on the wide bed with the curtains drawn, she recalled the original purpose of the annex where she was kept.
It was meant for the newlyweds of the Lutèce Grand Duchy to spend their honeymoon. The engagement ring she found in Iscarion’s jacket pocket indicated that the wedding date might be near. Perhaps he was losing interest in her because he was preparing for his marriage, deciding to be faithful to his true partner.
If that was the case, his recent behavior of not touching her made sense.
But Rosen shuddered at the thought of Iscarion performing the same intimate acts with another woman. The idea of someone else experiencing the intense intimacy she had with him filled her with a sickening dread, as if fine needles were pricking her entire body.
