The Hungry Tyrant’s Bedroom - Chapter 21

She couldn’t refuse the consummation. If she did, this marriage would likely be annulled. No—at worst, she might even be cast out of Altomole.

It was her homeland, but if she returned without successfully fulfilling the marriage, who knew what would happen to her.

What should I do······ As Floria turned her eyes in desperation for survival, her gaze landed on the thick, leather-bound book placed on the nightstand.

She hadn’t finished reading it yet, but there was a chapter in the book for women who were accepting a man for the first time.

According to the introduction, it supposedly contained methods to accept a man with less pain.

She had to survive.

To survive, Floria whispered to him.

“There’s a book······.”

“······A book?”

Aidan asked, as if not understanding.

“It says there are ways to make it hurt less. I haven’t read it all yet, but it’s a book I received from my mother.”

Slowly leaning back and reaching with effort, she grabbed the book and held it out to him.

“Here.”

Aidan took the book. He flipped through it quickly, then tossed it aside with a flick.

“I don’t get it.”

“Pardon······?”

Was that a no? As Floria blinked in confusion, he continued.

“I never learned to read Altomolean. I can speak it well enough since it’s similar, though.”

The corners of his lips lifted mischievously.

“You’ll have to read it to me, wife.”

“······.”

“With that soft voice of yours.”
The contents were entirely about intimate relations between men and women.
He’s asking me to read this obscene book aloud with my own mouth?
Surely not.
But Aidan’s face showed no hint of joking. At the weight in his gaze, Floria trembled—not from shame this time, but from a different kind of fear.

Floria opened the page she had been reading before Aidan entered the room. Thankfully, the chapter was titled “Marital Relations When Direct Intercourse Is Difficult.”
Ways to enjoy nighttime intimacy without penetration.
In other words, if she just followed this book, she wouldn’t have to put that large and uncivilized organ of his into her body tonight.
The problem was, the problem was…
“If you are pregnant or if the woman’s physical condition is not suitable for accepting the p***s, in such cases······.”
Up to ‘cases’—and then Floria stuttered over the rest of the sentence several times. She simply couldn’t bring herself to say the next words out loud.

Altomole was far more conservative than its neighboring countries.

The fact that Floria knew so little about romance between men and women was partly due to growing up entirely within the palace walls, with little experience, but also because of the environment around her.

Yet how had such a book come to be published in such a conservative homeland? Floria couldn’t begin to comprehend it.

Judging from the high-quality leather binding, it might not have been an officially published book.

The words inside were far too explicit to have been approved by the king for publication. Floria felt deeply embarrassed to read them aloud under Aidan’s gaze.

“If you are pregnant or the woman’s physical condition is not suited for accepting the p***s, there is a method where the partners pleasure each other’s g******s using their mouths.”

She was surprised by her own reading.

With your mouth?

Pleasure······?

It wasn’t a familiar term, but she had a vague idea. At Floria’s recitation, Aidan’s eyes narrowed.

“With your mouth, huh······.”

At his comment, Floria’s lips froze again. Aidan raised an eyebrow as if urging her to continue. That expression scared her, so she stammered on.

“A person’s lips and tongue are elastic and soft, so using the mouth can bring great pleasure and a deep emotional bond.”

“A very important thing, that. Emotional bond.”
Though he clearly had no intention of taking it seriously, Aidan smirked as he echoed her words. The way he nodded was irritating.

The playful glint in his eyes beneath those long, dark lashes was infuriating.
But Floria couldn’t bring herself to rebuke him, so she focused on the book in her hands. Sweat formed on her palms as she gripped the heavy tome.

What was written next?
Let’s see······
I don’t want to see.
Her eyes stopped on the page she was reading.