I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 18
“…”
“Was just the underwear not enough?”
As he spoke, Herman’s fingers traced her spine with a perverse caress.
“You don’t even need to beg—for now, my nights are yours.”
“M… mine?”
“I told you. To solidify the marriage, we need a child.”
Herman whispered this while glancing down at her lower abdomen. Stunned by the strange implication, Esina fell silent as he emphasized again.
“Be satisfied with that much.”
“…”
“Don’t expect something like love.”
Saying this, Herman flashed a smile befitting a villain—charming and wicked. Having misunderstood her earlier gaze, he seemed to suspect she wouldn’t keep her promise. Staring at that smile in a daze, Esina idly thought.
‘Even if I lived freely at night, he wouldn’t say anything.’
Instead of voicing that, she obediently parted her lips.
“I understand.”
And, as a gesture of goodwill, she slowly returned his smile—her light-green eyes curving gently. Herman didn’t look away from her for a long time.
The next few weeks passed quickly for Esina as she stamped her presence as the new bride everywhere and navigated high society—which she was experiencing for the first time—to announce her marriage to Herman.
Even if there had been talk of him cutting ties with his family, Herman was still in a position no different from the head of aristocratic society. As his wife, Esina suddenly had a great deal to learn. For a young woman who had never once stepped into high society, it was an overwhelmingly busy schedule.
Amidst the relentless whirlwind of engagements, Esina found herself thinking.
‘He said I could have him at night…?’
Her thoughts didn’t linger long.
“Eek!”
A firm finger dragged down her spine before prodding sharply at her tailbone—one of her most sensitive spots.
“Walk properly, Esina.”
“Ah, ngh…!”
“And I told you not to make a sound.”
Her bare body was covered in love marks and bruises. A small book balanced atop her neatly pinned-up hair. Completely naked, Esina’s legs trembled as she carefully stepped between the teacups Herman had lined up on the floor.
“Tighten your hips.”
“W-wait…”
“I told you to walk with your back straight.”
As he spoke, Herman’s fingers, which had been casually stroking the plump curve of her b******s, suddenly delved lower without hesitation—as if administering punishment.
“Nngh—ah!”
“Are you doing this on purpose to get disciplined?”
“N-no, I’m n-not…!”
“You really are a lewd woman, Esina Lehire.”
Not that he was in any position to judge.
Ever since their marriage, Herman had been tirelessly bedding her, as if determined to fulfill his promise of getting her pregnant. Sometimes, without warning, these obscene sessions would start abruptly—completely at odds with his earlier declaration that she could have him at night but not during the day.
Now, he didn’t even hesitate to do such shameless things in broad daylight—right in his study. Esina inwardly despaired.
‘And today of all days…’
At the edge of her teary vision, she caught sight of the study’s window. Beyond the half-drawn curtains, elegantly dressed guests mingled in small groups, chatting, while others clapped enthusiastically for the musicians performing on the front stage.
Right. Guests.
‘He’s doing this while we have guests over…?’
Her pupils trembled faintly. Seeming to notice her gaze, Herman let out a quiet pfft—a soft laugh. Then, his fingers spread her folds and stroked the stiff peak of her c**t.
“Ah—!”
Startled, Esina finally lost her balance—the book toppling from her head. As her lower half grew drenched, Herman pressed close and whispered in her ear.
“You’re dripping.”
“Are you staring at the guests again?”
“That, that’s not…”
“Then why were you watching me talk with the guests earlier?”
“I-I wasn’t watching…”
Truthfully, she had been.
‘I was wondering if there might be a woman who could take this s****l burden off me…’
She figured she ought to know—how else could she negotiate? While learning social etiquette, conversation skills, and how to be a noble household’s lady, enduring Herman day and night was no small feat.
Of course, their physical compatibility was excellent. Herman, true to his years of experience, was trash who knew exactly how to satisfy a woman.
Esina had wept, moaned, and spilled beneath him countless times. She trembled, shocked by the unfamiliar realization of what her body liked and how it responded.
“Ah, ngh… there… it’s… good…!”
“I told you not to like it, Esina.”
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