I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 12
For Esina, who had only ever dealt with men whose faces were forgettable and whose lower halves were more like travel-sized lotion bottles, this bordered on an ordeal.
‘How am I supposed to fit this in?’
If she tried to take it in her mouth, the corners of her lips might split. As she hesitated, Herman’s voice drifted down from above her.
“…Esina Lehier.”
A belated attempt to stop her. But the moment she heard it, Esina abandoned her doubts and pressed her lips against him without warning.
“—Kh!”
A hand that had moved to push her away instead instinctively gripped the back of her head. Esina flicked her tongue against the glans, testing how much she could take. When she traced the slit teasingly, she felt the flesh in her hand swell even thicker. But now, she didn’t care if her lips tore trying.
“Mmm… ngh…”
Once she managed to seal her lips around the tip, she began slowly drawing him deeper into the warm, pliant cavern of her mouth. Her small tongue worked diligently along the veins, while the soft roof of her mouth gradually tightened around his length.
“……”
Herman—who had come to his friend’s house only to end up with his c**k in said friend’s little sister’s mouth in broad daylight, in the drawing room—was suddenly overcome by a strange feeling. Drool spilled from the corners of Esina’s overstretched lips, and watching it, Herman felt his throat burn.
‘Is this real… or just another lie?’
Esina was utterly unpredictable.
She had boasted about her experience and skill earlier, yet the moment she came face-to-face with a man’s arousal, she flinched, as if frightened. Just when he thought she might back off, she suddenly took him into her mouth and began sucking.
It definitely wasn’t the behavior of someone inexperienced.
“Hng…”
But then there was the way her tongue moved—sometimes so practiced it seemed like she had done this before, other times clumsily fumbling along his length. A strange, contradictory rhythm.
Neither convincingly skilled nor entirely untried. Clumsy yet adept—a duality in every motion.
‘Has she really…?’
The moment he imagined Esina—this Esina—on her knees for another man, his mood plummeted.
“……”
It was absurd. He had never cared before—whether the noblewomen he’d been with were skilled or awkward, experienced or not. In fact, he’d always thought fixating on such things was petty.
Yet here he was, unsettled by the thought of Esina Lehier—with her small, delicate mouth—taking some other man inside her, just like this…
‘Ah.’
Now he was genuinely irritated. Confused by his own reaction, Herman’s mind scrambled for an explanation—and soon latched onto a convenient one.
‘To think she lowered herself to stand-ins.’
She hadn’t come to him out of genuine desire, but because she’d gone looking for replacements. If that were true, wasn’t that an insult to him? This brazen, reckless little—
“Nn—mm!”
Herman’s lips curled into a sharp, unpleasant smile. Then, as Esina struggled to take him deeper, he cradled the back of her head—not pushing, but pulling her back.
“Mmph—!”
The moment Esina looked up at him with protesting eyes, Herman was startled to feel a sudden, overwhelming urge to release. Barely holding back, he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her off with a firm tug.
“Cough, cough… Why…?”
As Esina glared at him with reddened eyes, Herman’s smirk only deepened. A shiver ran down her spine as she stared at him blankly.
“Ah—!”
Without warning, Herman slid his hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly off the floor. The ease with which he raised her from her knees betrayed his considerable strength.
In one swift motion, he laid her down on the drawing room sofa. Before she could even react, her slip was torn away as if it were paper. His fingers slipped behind her back, and with a few deft movements, the corset—which had been such a struggle to put on—came undone instantly.
“Hng…!”
Stripped bare in seconds, Esina let out an involuntary gasp. By the time she registered what was happening, Herman was already settled between her thighs, spreading them wide with deliberate slowness as he stared down at her exposed s*x.
For all her boldness earlier, under that intense gaze, shame flooded her all at once. The tips of her ears burned crimson.
“D-Don’t look like that…!”
“You’re wet, Esina.”
