My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 1
“Ah, haaa…”
That was close. Lily, who almost let out a loud sound, quickly bit into the blanket and stopped her hand that was wriggling toward climax.
“Hmph, huff.”
She stopped just before reaching the peak, which made her sensitivity skyrocket. Even staying still made her whole body tense, and her lower abdomen tingled. Tears from physiological arousal flowed from her jewel-like, clear sky-blue eyes.
“No, no… Ahk.”
In the end, she let go of the blanket she’d been biting and pleaded with the figure in her imagination.
Beneath the secretly draped blanket, her desperate voice quietly echoed in the room, contrasting with the busy hand between her legs.
“Hmmph—!”
Having stopped once at the brink of climax, the second wave of pleasure rushed in quickly.
Conscious of the maid, who would probably assume Lily was just sleeping in due to the steamy dream from last night, she held her breath and stifled any sounds.
Her toes curled, and her body squirmed as if hit by a small shock of electricity, fully surrendering to the pleasure that surged through her. It took her quite a while before she finally exhaled.
“Haa… that felt good…”
They say that after self-pleasure, a sudden sense of reality can rush in, leading to sadness. Who even came up with that?
If anything, she could start the morning feeling refreshed and positive.
*Click—*
“Spring is coming soon.”
She meticulously opened the window wide to ventilate the room, perhaps concerned that it might smell of something indecent. She gazed outside, where the first hints of green were starting to appear.
But her mind was entirely occupied with thoughts of last night’s dream.
“I thought I’d go all the way this time…”
Was it because she’d stayed up late reading a novel by author ‘K’ under the candlelight? In the dream, the man—whose face and body she couldn’t recall but whose massive g******s and hands she clearly remembered—had driven her wild with his caresses.
What’s more, halfway through, she realized it was a dream, which made her even more desperate. In dreams, there’s no guilt in going all the way.
She had eagerly thrust out her chest and rubbed her hips, begging the man in her dream to enter her, but as always, she woke up just at the critical moment.
“Is it really true that someone who’s never done it can’t dream about it?”
*Sigh.* She let out a small breath and gazed into the distance again, when, finally, a cautious knock sounded, followed by the entrance of the maids.
“My lady, really. You’ve opened the window again. Exposing yourself to the cold air right after waking up isn’t good for your delicate body…”
“I’ve told you dozens of times. I know, I know.”
“Then what good is knowing if you don’t listen?”
The slightly older maid had been looking after Lily since she was a very young child. It was too embarrassing to reveal her secret hobby to someone like her, so there was nothing she could do.
“Uh… but there’s no washbasin water? Can I go back to sleep?”
“Do you think that’s possible? You have to take a bath. Come this way, my lady.”
“A bath? Wait, is that scented oil?”
Of course, there were many noble ladies who started their mornings with a warm massage and bath. But Lily wasn’t particularly diligent, and unless she had plans to go out or attend a party, she preferred to keep things simple.
“If you had made your presence known as soon as you woke up, we could’ve had more time. Now, take off your clothes!”
“Wa-wait a minute! Hold on! I’ll do it myself.”
“Oh, our lady is still so modest. I’ll turn around and prepare things. Will that be alright?”
It wasn’t just modesty; it was more like shame. Her undergarments were still damp, no doubt, and if she took off her nightgown, everything would be visible.
Lily flashed an awkward smile at the maid, who still treated her like an innocent baby bird, then quickly stuffed her wet underwear inside her baggy nightgown before slipping into the bathtub.
“You’ll be having breakfast with the Count and Madam.”
“With Mom and Dad? They’re not the type to wait for me to wake up. What’s going on?”
“They said they have something to discuss.”
“…So they’re even giving me a scented oil bath for this? Can’t you give me a little hint about what it is?”
“It’s nothing bad. You know how much the Count and Madam adore you. But… oh my. Our lady has grown up so much!”
“Huh?”
“You always looked so young to me, but seeing you now after hearing the news… my, look at that slim waist, and your chest has…!”
“W-what?! Why are you looking at me like that? I’m getting out!”
“You still need to wash your hair. Even if your body has grown, what’s the use if you’re still so innocent?”
The maid, wearing a complicated expression, washed Lily’s silver hair, which shone even more pure and radiant when wet, and then dried her body, covering her with a large towel. But as the maid’s sidelong glances continued, Lily shivered and quickly ran off, barely drying herself before putting on the prepared underwear.
“Do I have to dress up, too?”
“Yes, but you can have breakfast in something comfortable and change later. For now, I’ll just put this dress on you.”
So it seemed like whatever event awaited would happen after her conversation with her parents. As the maid buttoned up the small clasps at the back of her dress, revealing the delicate nape of her neck where her damp hair had been gathered, she sighed again.
It was supposed to be another peaceful day, starting with her usual morning routine of self-pleasure. But now, what on earth was about to happen?
