The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 30
During the day, Aidan was busy with official duties and only came to the bedroom after the stars had embroidered the sky.
Every time the sound of his footsteps echoed outside the door, her heart thumped—thump, thump.
She was no longer afraid of the pain.
Several days had passed since they were married. The memory of their first night, when Aidan had thrust his large and thick thing inside her and she had gasped in pain and pleasure, now felt like a distant event.
Every night, Floria spent the night with Aidan, but not once had he entered her.
He had never pressed her down.
Only······
Only······
Only, Floria had to keep reading lewd literature out loud.
Even when her cheeks flushed so red with embarrassment that they felt like they would burst, she could never stop.
At her ear, a low voice brushed past.
“Keep reading, Floria.”
How was she supposed to keep reading in this state?
Floria lay face down, having thrown off all her clothes.
Resting her arms beneath her chin, she gazed at the book.
Her flushed skin was fully exposed before his eyes.
Aidan ceaselessly stared at her plump, white b******s.
His sharp gaze gave the illusion of licking her skin.
The Guide to Marital Relations for the Couples of Altomole was opened before her.
Floria had to read this book every night in front of Aidan.
At present, she was reading the section on how to caress a woman’s body.
Though he didn’t enter her, each night Aidan showered her with intense caresses in accordance with the sentences Floria read.
The pleasure he gave was too overwhelming to endure.
“When touching a woman’s back······ It is best to use warm scented oil. Pour that oil onto the woman’s skin······.”
No sooner had the words left her lips than lukewarm oil was poured over her entire body.
As she paused at the sensation of the oil, he gave her a look, as if to tell her to continue.
“Haah, use your fingertips to loosen the tense muscles. If you massage the stiffened muscles from a day of embroidery, the relaxed body of the woman will more easily accept the man······ haah.”
Floria’s mouth parted to say ‘more easily accept the man’, but only a hot breath came out.
His fingertips brushed over her muscles.
Slick with oil, his hands glided smoothly from top to bottom.
It was the first time anyone had touched her like this, and a tingling current flowed from her shoulders down her spine.
When she tensed her thighs, her butt clenched and the tightened muscles were plainly visible to Aidan.
Even without looking back, she could feel his gaze thoroughly savoring her bare skin.
“Mm.”
A moan escaped her lips at his touch.
“Floria.”
“······.”
“If you’re this tense, what’s the point of me touching you?”
He touched the softly rounded flesh.
Earlier, he had already massaged her b*****s with oil.
After pouring oil over the gentle swells of her chest, he had kneaded them with both hands.
Her tender b*****s, slick with oil, slipped and slid between his fingers.
“Ahk!”
Unlike when he simply touched her, he now rubbed her b*****s insistently as they wobbled, trying to flee his grasp.
He twirled her n*****s between his fingers, stimulating them until the bedsheets were soaked through.
“Relax.”
“But······ I can’t help but tense up.”
“If I’m to help you relax, then I suppose I’ll have to touch down there, won’t I?”
At those words, Floria turned to face Aidan.
He was gazing down at her with one eyebrow slightly raised and eyes full of burning desire.
She would rather have her b*****s fondled—being touched down there made her feel as though she would lose her mind from the sharp, coiling pleasure.
“Ah······ no. I’ll try to relax on my own.”
Unlike when other parts of her body were touched, direct stimulation between her legs made her cry out from such intense pleasure that she nearly forgot where she was, who she was.
At first, Aidan’s caresses had been a little rough, but now his touch was so skilled that Floria’s moaning voice grew hoarse.
