The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 15
Suddenly… doing something like that really surprised and scared me.”
Recalling the events of that day and blushing, Floria’s face turned red.
Watching her, Catherine smacked her own knee.
“Oh dear, Princess—no, I suppose I should call you Her Highness the Imperial Consort now. Your Highness, you really didn’t know anything, did you?
Why didn’t Her Majesty the Empress explain the wedding night to you? Honestly, that’s just too cruel. And sending you off to Siefer so suddenly, too.”
Although it wasn’t the first time her mother had been harsh, Catherine’s gentle words brought her some comfort.
“To go through the wedding night without any knowledge… That must have been really hard for you.”
As Catherine spoke like someone who already knew everything, Floria scooted closer to her.
“What exactly happened to me? Catherine, you’re the only one I can ask.”
“You do know that a husband and wife have to sleep together to have a baby, right?”
“Yes.”
“So, couples engage in intercourse at night.”
“Intercourse as in…?”
“What you already experienced—that’s what intercourse is.”
The Grand Duke had crawled beneath her, stirred his hand between her legs, and then thrust in that monstrous, terrifying-looking column…
That was intercourse, for the sake of having a baby?
Floria couldn’t believe it.
She had seen many married couples with children. Not long ago, her eldest sister Natalie had given birth as well.
Her sister had always been a graceful woman, but when she was pregnant, her face seemed to glow. It was the first time Floria realized how beautiful a pregnant woman could be.
And the baby that was born was just so adorably precious.
So she had thought creating a baby was something far more sacred. But what happened that night was anything but sacred. It was more like a beast’s act—panting, sweating, groaning.
“You mean… before having a baby, you have to go through something so rough?”
“Were you in a lot of pain?”
Floria nodded.
Just pain? I thought I was going to die.
Something felt very wrong. It couldn’t be normal to hurt that much. He was too big—it felt like her whole body was being torn apart. It must have been because her partner was Aidan.
“I’ve heard it’s especially painful the first time. But it’ll get better over time. Eventually, some women even end up begging their husbands for more.”
“For that?”
“Yes. I’ve heard it can feel really good.”
Would a day ever come when she actually enjoyed that act? That strange tingling and simmering heat in her stomach hadn’t been entirely unpleasant.
But even so, she couldn’t imagine ever begging His Highness to do it again.
It was just too—too—
Thinking about last night, Floria’s ears turned bright red.
“Then before I get pregnant… I have to do that every time?”
“That’s right.”
“And once I have a child, I can stop?”
Catherine made a strange face at Floria’s question.
“Not exactly…”
“Why not? I thought it was for making babies.”
“Well, men apparently enjoy it too… so sometimes they do it just for fun.”
Suddenly, Floria remembered what Aidan had said that night. That he was tired from his trip to the western border, so she should fulfill her role as his wife.
“Then… how often do I have to do this?”
“Probably… every day?”
“Every day?”
Floria’s voice shot up, almost a scream.
If she did that every day, she wouldn’t have the strength to even eat. How could anyone endure that every single day?
When she got married, Floria had steeled herself in her own way.
The northern region was colder and more severe than Altomole.
The people there were said to be barbaric, and their leader, Aidan, even more so.
So she had prepared herself for a difficult life, for the possibility of being mistreated.
Maybe he even had a habit of hitting his wife. He was rumored to kill people without cause.
Still, for the sake of her country, she had no choice but to come here.
She had made her decision firmly. But the hardship she encountered was in a place she hadn’t expected.
If she had to do that every day, she might actually die.
“I can’t do it every day… What do I do, what should I do, Catherine?”
As she clung to her, Floria whined in desperation, and Catherine furrowed her brows, clearly at a loss.
