My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 13
“As expected, author ‘K’s novels are a treasure trove of knowledge! And that author is none other than Ashulin!”
In her excitement, she continued to explore the tip inside her mouth with her tongue. Unaware of how clumsy she was, she had been holding it for so long that her mouth was filled with saliva, causing lewd slurping sounds to mix awkwardly with the morning bird songs.
“Mm, mmm… Ashul…”
“Lily, please don’t talk and just come up now. I can’t… ugh, any more.”
Lily licked the unfamiliar ridges on the tip in her mouth, pressing her tongue into the gaps. Thinking it was alright, she raised her eyes again, calling out his name in a muffled voice. Ashulin, realizing what she was trying to say, brought his large hand, which had been gripping the pillow tightly, up to cradle her small head.
“Damn.”
He was so far gone that he didn’t even realize he had uttered a rough word in front of his beloved wife. Though Ashulin wasn’t particularly experienced, he could tell that Lily’s actions were clumsy. But it was precisely that clumsiness that made him more excited, and whenever their eyes met—hers large and filled with a pleading look—it stirred a desire in him to thrust roughly into her small mouth.
But desire was just desire—how could he possibly treat his delicate wife that way?
Feeling his climax approaching, he couldn’t allow her to continue. Yet, her head was so small that he worried she might get hurt if he pushed her away, even gently. Her silky, pristine silver hair felt too precious to grab.
“Ugh—”
Her shoulders? Her fair white shoulders, already marked from last night, bore the evidence of his earlier touches. Unable to find a place to hold, his patience finally snapped when Lily pressed down on the tip again.
“Mm…!”
Feeling like she was doing quite well, Lily’s pride was quickly interrupted when she found her head being pushed back. At the same time, something hot splashed across her face.
“Ah!”
The s***n splattered onto her face and hair, the sticky sensation trickling down from her eyelids. Unable to open her eyes, she struggled to comprehend the situation, while tears, more a reflex than emotional, rolled down her tightly shut eyes.
“I’m so sorry, my lady…”
“M-my eyes… Could you get me something to wipe with?”
Ashulin couldn’t help but think this moment resembled their first meeting. The day she had shattered his peaceful life and kept him awake with her overwhelming emotions.
Not much time had passed since that day, and yet here she was, not with spilled tea but with his s***n on her, crying. Disbelieving, he fumbled to bring her a wet cloth, far from his usual composed self.
“Don’t open your eyes just yet.”
“Alright.”
Despite having gone through such a chaotic moment, her calm response, along with the trust she placed in him as she offered up her delicate face, made Ashulin’s hands tremble once more.
Carefully and meticulously, he wiped her face, his gaze captivated by her—Lily, who didn’t have a single place that wasn’t beautiful.
This person had come to him. They had gotten married, spent the night together…
“Um… Can I open my eyes now?”
“…Yes. It’s all done.”
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The tender touch that had been brushing her face stopped, yet no words followed to indicate it was done. Lily, still keeping her eyes closed, began to grow curious. Ashulin, feeling a tinge of regret, turned his face away as if he hadn’t been gazing at her, lowering the soiled towel.
“You… you really don’t need to do things like this, my lady.”
“But I couldn’t fulfill my duty yesterday… and didn’t I do well today?”
Her clear, sky-blue eyes conveyed the message, *‘I tried really hard!’*, which stirred Ashulin’s sense of guilt. When he turned his head to the side, his ears reddened, and Lily, noticing this, felt a surge of pride. She reached out and gently grasped his clenched fist.
“If it makes you feel good, then I’m even happier.”
“My lady…”
“I liked being called ‘my lady,’ but I’d rather you call me by my name. Lily.”
Her shy request to be called by her name, as she looked up at him, was the final blow to Ashulin, who had been struggling with the fierce desire to lay her down and do all sorts of things. Overwhelmed by the lingering pleasure she had given him and the confusion of guilt, he lowered his head.
Lily didn’t realize it, but this was Ashulin’s first true defeat, as he had never bowed his head to anyone before.
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“I’m sorry, Lord Ashulin. Have you been waiting long?”
Their first meal together as a married couple was closer to lunch than breakfast. On top of that, the time was delayed because Lily, after being helped to bathe by the maids, had been frightened by the bloodstains that still appeared, anxiously asking if this was normal.
*‘It’s not that I’m not healing… right?’*
The servants Lily had brought with her always went on about how their lady was so delicate and innocent. The duchy’s staff, thinking this was an exaggeration, quickly realized the truth when they saw the wide, innocent gaze of her sky-blue eyes filled with worry.
“It’s fine, Duchess. Depending on the person, nothing may show, or there may still be a few days where some traces appear. There’s no need to worry.”
Having served the previous Duke and Duchess, as well as the current Duke, they had never felt such a strong instinct to protect someone. They had grown somewhat emotionally detached after serving the Duke, who always responded to everything with a flat, “Hmm. I see. Take care of it.” His unfeeling nature had rubbed off on them over time. But now, they were doing their best to use a gentler tone while comforting Lily.
“This sponge can’t be used anymore. Go buy some softer, milder bath items.”
“I’m sorry, Duchess.”
“No, it’s alright.”
Even seeing the marks the Duke had left on her fair skin, they thought it was excessive. Her body was so delicate that even the bath brush and sponge had left her skin flushed red.
The maids had been utterly captivated by the Duchess, who smiled brightly despite everything, reassuring them with a gentle, *“It’s fine, thank you,”* as she greeted them with a radiant expression. They bathed her with utmost care, which caused even further delays in their preparations.
