I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 19
As if she could help it. Even as he scolded her for losing control and crying out in pleasure, Herman relentlessly drove her to climax.
But even something that good became a problem when done every single day.
Within mere weeks, Esina hit her physical limits, her personal life obliterated. Any free moment meant for laziness or leisure was snatched away as Herman dragged her to the bedroom, leaving her to collapse into unconsciousness afterward.
‘No matter how good it is, I need breaks. I have my own life too…’
By now, her body burned at Herman’s slightest touch. When his fingers traced her spine, her body tensed on its own, growing damp below—a reaction that shocked even her.
“You’re sensitive, Esina.”
Each time, Herman smirked like he’d already noticed her wetness, pulling her into shadowed corners.
“Who knew my wife was this lewd?”
She had no retort for his teasing. Yet admitting she was lewd felt unfair, so Esina always fired back.
“…Is there anyone who wouldn’t feel anything when touched by someone they like?”
That always shut him up. Of course, she knew he’d follow it with don’t like it or kill those feelings, so she quickly added.
“I’ll kill them off myself, so don’t worry about it.”
“…”
“No need to nag—ah!“
What followed was, as always, a continuous bout of passion hot enough to scorch her brain. After rolling around day and night until she ached all over, Esina thought.
‘Is this why he had so many women?’
No wonder he’d swung his hips around recklessly all this time. To relieve this never-ending desire.
But then again, something felt off.
Since marrying her, Herman hadn’t been seen with other women. Claiming to be busy, he stayed in his office, barely went out, and clung to Esina’s side no matter who visited.
Then, out of nowhere, he’d catch fire, hold her, get back to work, then cling to her again…
Esina was growing curious.
‘Is he not seeing other women?’
Come to think of it, that might be the real problem. She alone was handling a level of desire meant for multiple women.
There was another slightly irritating point, too.
‘A trash like Herman shouldn’t be acting like he’s devoted to just one person.’
When trash suddenly stopped acting like trash—when a womanizer devoted himself to one, or a gambling addict abruptly quit—it always signaled an incoming storm in Esina’s experience.
‘Because afterward, something worse always exploded.’
In her experience, such behavior was just momentum for an even bigger mistake. Having been conditioned by years of dealing with trash, Esina felt more uneasy around men who acted normal.
‘So I wish he’d just hurry up and finish being the trash he is.’
Today happened to be the day the most guests visited their newly prepared mansion. Naturally, a fair number were women.
“How beautiful. This is the new estate you acquired for your wife, yes, Young Duke?”
“Ah—but you’re no longer a Young Duke, are you? What should we call you then? Just by your name—Herman?”
The young ladies fanned themselves fervently at Herman, whose aura had grown even more decadent after marriage, while married women threw him covert smiles and glances—even with Esina sitting not far away.
It was only natural. Before marriage, he’d been a promiscuous trash who didn’t distinguish between maidens and married women.
Esina mechanically smiled as she watched the scene. Today, of all days, she waited for Herman to take one of those women to the bedroom.
‘After all, he’s a libertine who’ll find another woman when the time comes—whether I say anything or not.’
