I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 11
“…Let go.”
Even as he said that, Herman hesitated to pull away too roughly—perhaps worried Esina might topple over. Desperate, she clung tighter, pressing his hand firmly against her chest as if trying to make him feel it through her skin.
“Feel it. How sincerely my heart beats for you in this moment. It’s not a lie.”
“I said I get it, so let go—”
As she shoved his hand even harder against herself, his fingertips twitched, scraping lightly over the fabric of her dress. Thump-thump. The frantic rhythm of her nervous heartbeat was unmistakable.
And in that moment, Esina saw it.
“……”
The unmistakable bulge tenting the fabric of Herman’s trousers.
What the hell is that?
She nearly rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
It was so pronounced—thick enough to make her wonder if he’d stuffed a water bottle down there—and it only grew more obvious every time his hand brushed her chest. Despite his sharp words, his body was betraying him.
The air between them shifted in an instant.
Maybe…
Just maybe—
If she turned their relationship into an undeniable fait accompli.
For example…
If they were caught rolling around together, forcing Herman to take responsibility—
The moment that thought fully formed, Esina released his hand. Herman, however, left his palm resting against her chest for a beat too long before snapping back to his senses and jerking it away. In the process, his fingers grazed where her n****e would be beneath the fabric.
“Ah—”
An unbidden gasp slipped out, locking their eyes together again. There was no time to hesitate. Swallowing hard, Esina moved.
Thud.
With a single gesture, the cape and bonnet she was wearing fluttered down to the floor like dancing petals. Before Herman could even utter a word, her dress followed suit, slipping down with startling ease—whoosh—joining the pile at her feet.
“……”
All that remained was a sheer white slip, a corset cinched tight to lift her chest, and pristine stockings. Stepping over the ring of discarded fabric encircling her, Esina approached Herman. Even her shoes had been left behind in that circle.
“As proof of my vow, I offer you my purity.”
“…Just moments ago, you spoke as if you’d rolled around with countless men—”
“Conceptual purity.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie.
This body was untouched—a true virgin. But in her past life? There had been men.
Not many, and certainly no pleasant memories. No, if anything, they were recollections she’d rather forget. Herman exhaled sharply, incredulous.
“Conceptual?”
“They were all just substitutes for you.”
“……”
“I didn’t think Herman would ever hold me.”
The lies flowed effortlessly now, slick as oil on her tongue. Herman let out a disbelieving laugh, but his darkened gaze raked over her body with undisguised hunger.
The delicate valley between her b*****s, deepened by the corset, was an open invitation. The curves of her hips gleamed through the thin slip, her eyes glittering. The tip of her tongue, which had been teasing the corner of her lips since earlier, holding his attention captive. The faint pink of her knees and toes pressing against the sheer stockings.
“This is insane.”
Herman muttered, as if chastising himself.
Esina answered without hesitation.
“Yes. I am insane.”
“……”
“And I’m good at it.”
Without pause, she dropped to her knees before him and yanked his belt loose in one swift motion. It happened too fast for Herman to stop her.
‘Good god.’
Thud.
At the sight of the fully exposed member, Esina momentarily lost her words, simply staring.
What had seemed like a water bottle from a distance now appeared more like a 1-liter tumbler up close.
A savage, intimidating thing—utterly mismatched with his beautiful, decadent face—throbbing with prominent veins from beneath the glans, standing tall and menacing. The tip glistened, slick with a thin sheen of fluid.
‘Even I’ve never seen one like this…’
