In Your Vulgar Paradise - Chapter 1
‘Today… can we sleep together?’
‘Have you forgotten tomorrow’s schedule?’
‘Well, it seems like I’m a bit nervous…’
‘Ah, ung…!’
As he delved deeper into his wife, he found it strange.
She was the continent’s only saint, indifferent to her own desires, and thus, she never stepped forward to express any wishes. Although he had hoped she would no longer be like that after their marriage, over the past twenty years, it seemed to be unavoidably so.
She had never initiated sex before. While she was the one who suggested including intercourse in their scheduled conjugal visits, it seemed to be just to appear like a ‘real couple.’
Naturally, their intimate moments were always dry compared to his desires. She would probably only feel pain and no pleasure at all. Perhaps she considered it a form of penance.
Having grown up knowing only obedience, his wife viewed sex as a duty associated with marital relations, reluctantly complying with it.
“To desire a man from the morning… If the Holy Empire were to find out, they would lament that the end is near.”
“Ugh, ah…!”
“Even on a day like this, claiming that everyone will believe our harmony is good, what an excuse…”
As he delayed his movements, he turned his hips forcefully. As his manhood slowly traversed her inner walls, a subtle wave of pleasure washed over his wife’s face.
“Kl…au…s, ah…!”
Unable to suppress her moans, her lips, which couldn’t even utter more than a few syllables of his own name, turned excessively red.
Watching that, a delicate arm reached into the air.
Their affairs had always been a pursuit of his own climax, focusing solely on his pleasure. But now, he desired more intimate contact. There was no chance of her refusal.
Klaus bowed his waist, burying his wife’s tender body in his embrace. As he squeezed his muscles, thrusting deeply and fervently, the unfamiliar angle ignited a sensation that sent his veins boiling. His wife’s inner walls seemed to echo a similar sentiment. The reflexive clenching at the intruder intensified the pleasure, driving him mad.
Unable to resist, he kissed her passionately, only to regret it immediately.
Despite wanting to leave a mark on her neck, he grip and grasp beyond the fabric of the unfamiliar clothes. What he dared leave with her should be nothing but semen devoid of function due to the contraceptive potion.
Nevertheless, he continued to thrust deeper, desperately attempting to penetrate further.
“Ah, more…!”
His wife’s slender legs wrapped around his thighs, urging him to bury himself even deeper. The intertwined bodies continued to convulse, and the sound of the fluid oozing from within echoed for a long time.
At the moment when the well-defined jawline swelled with the lewd friction’s symphony, unable to endure any longer, he involuntarily spilled warmth into his wife’s depths.
Haah, ha… The rough breathing of the two intertwined, their ragged gasps synchronized in each other’s ears.
Whether it was because his wife readily responded or the pleasure wasn’t unpleasant, he didn’t feel guilty for feeling such joy through her. Still, it was likely a lie if he didn’t feel a twinge of guilt for experiencing this kind of pleasure through her… regardless, it was what his wife desired anyway.
With this rationalization, he moved slowly. The somewhat clumsy thrusts continued, squeezing the remnants of the weakened flesh until the very end.
Thud, thud, thud. Like waiting for the affair to end, the sound of a knock echoed.
“Master, it’s time to get ready.”
“…I’ll be there soon.”
He withdrew without any lingering attachment. After wiping himself with the linen on the bedside he left the untouched gown hanging as it was. The signs of lust just moments ago were completely gone.
“I’ll head to work for a moment and then go straight to the opera house. I’ll call Miss Annie, so take your time preparing and don’t be late.”
Staring at her thin shoulders, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of aversion towards ‘his wife’s duty,’ and after pressing the summoning bell, he left the bedroom without any hesitation.
Considering what just happened, it felt like they had become a bit closer to an ordinary married couple… such fleeting optimism.
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That evening, in the royal opera house waiting room.
“Director, it’s time.”
“The audience?”
“All one hundred and five invitations were received from the hundred and six households.”
“The remaining one?”
“County Lachia is here. The Lady is suffering from a high fever, making it difficult for her to go out,” the secretary reported.
“Oh, dear.”
The man’s eyebrows formed a gentle slope as he heard the news. It was an expression of sympathy, yet the corners of his mouth gently lifted.
“As a gesture of consolation, we should gift her the latest magical potion.”
“I’ll make a note of it.”
Setting aside the secretary’s neat response, the man meticulously checked his reflection in the mirror.
He was perfect again today.
