Come and Cry at My Funeral - Chapter 132
Freesia looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, thinking hazily.
‘Terrible. So terrible.’
Such a terrible husband. She resented him so much. He had never looked at her like this before, and even now, he kept saying such cold words.
She hadn’t heard any excuses about being with Atria.
‘How could you dare think of another path in a moment like this…?’
He wanted her so badly that he pounded into her passionately, leaving marks on her body with his lips as if he couldn’t help it.
Seeing his face, Freesia closed her eyes with a sense of defeat.
‘You make me feel so easy.’
Even though she undoubtedly loved him, in that moment, she felt an unreasonable hatred for Izar.
But even that hatred soon blurred with the unfamiliar pleasure that followed.
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It was only in the third year of their marriage that they managed to consummate it formally, and it was a single, very formal encounter.
However, this sudden, unannounced consummation continued without end. Even after the room, once bathed in sunlight, was shrouded in darkness.
‘Is my body made of sugar candy?’
Freesia thought drowsily, her mind melting.
Otherwise, Izar wouldn’t act like he couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment.
Whenever she came to her senses, he was kissing her all over, leaving marks.
When he wasn’t exploring with his lips, he filled her below, making her cry out. There was a sense of numbness below, but as her wet flesh made obscene noises with each thrust, only sounds of heated pleasure escaped her.
Whenever he moved his muscular waist, contrasting pleas escaped her, and he mercilessly adjusted to hear only the pleas he wanted.
Even when Freesia was so exhausted that she could no longer take him in, Izar continued to hold her within his embrace.
‘Why are you doing this to me all of a sudden?’
She wanted to ask when he wiped her body, soiled with bodily fluids, with a damp towel. But her body reached its limit and let go of consciousness.
So deeply that she didn’t even dream.
…However, when she woke up the next day, Freesia initially thought all of this was just a dream.
‘Did I… really sleep with Izar?’
She thought she had sorted out her feelings, but apparently, lingering attachments were still clinging to her. It seemed that these lingering feelings had led her to dream of unimaginable debauchery.
But before she could even let out a hollow laugh, she saw the unfamiliar bedroom ceiling and the color drained from her face.
“W-What, agh—”
Her throat was hoarse as if she had been shouting for hours, and there was no strength in her limbs. Moreover, her body, hidden under the blanket, was naked.
“…!”
Freesia pulled the blanket up to her chest and bolted upright.
However, before she could fully rise, she collapsed back down, overcome by muscle aches. Especially the burning sensation in her inner thighs and entrance made her face flush red in an instant.
‘Could it be?’
The… intercourse that started from midday and lasted for hours was real?
Freesia looked around in a daze.
“Huh…?”
Izar wasn’t there.
Judging by the distant sound of the temple bells, it seemed to be past breakfast time…
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.
Freesia hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.
“Cough— who is it?”
“Madam, it’s me, Thea! Did you cough?”
Thea’s worried voice, along with the footsteps of others, could be heard outside.
It seemed like the maids assigned to Freesia had arrived.
‘They must have already found out.’
Resigned, she allowed the maids to enter, feeling utterly mortified by their shocked expressions.
Their shock only grew as they led her to the bathroom.
‘From the collarbone down to the thighs, it’s covered in marks, so it’s no wonder.’
Normally, she would have insisted on washing herself out of embarrassment. But being too exhausted to even lift a finger, she let the maids take care of her.
‘The consummation… finally happened.’
And at such an unexpected time.
Like being swept up in a sudden storm.
She never imagined that asking for permission to go out, promising not to act like a wife, would lead to this…
However, her exhausted body suddenly tensed.
‘Wait. My lifespan!’
Although the necklace with the counting beads was in another room, she knew the number by heart, counting it every day.
223.
If she ended up pregnant from this…
It would not be enough time to carry the child.
