We're Married, After All - Chapter 2
It had been over six months since Danel left the monastery, but he still woke up before dawn and went to bed after sunset.
His daily routine, beginning early in the morning, was as grueling as a ritual. He worked tirelessly and rested little. Even so, Danel overexerted himself out of habit—it seemed the monastery lifestyle was deeply ingrained in him.
In truth, he maintained much of his monastic way of life. Abstinence. Devotion. Purity. He even kept the tea breaks that had been the only leisure activity allowed at the monastery, taking them every morning and evening. The only difference now was that he had a wife to share his tea with.
After dinner, Danel and I would have a brief tea time together. Then, at roughly the same time each evening, we would head to the bedroom and retire for the night. It was the only routine we shared as a couple.
Even when he traveled to inspect the estate, this routine remained unchanged. No matter the day’s schedule, Danel would return to the castle before evening. We would have tea together, and after a set amount of time, he would head to the bedroom with me. It was a life of precision, as if measured with a ruler.
But yesterday was different.
Danel, who had gone to Lamprey Castle, didn’t return by evening. I waited for him until late at night, but only a single attendant returned ahead of him, bearing news that the work was taking longer than expected and that he likely wouldn’t leave until dawn.
I finally headed to the bedroom alone past midnight. It had been a very long time since I’d gone to bed at such a late hour—or lay in bed alone.
Not long after, a maid brought me a cup of warm tea with plenty of milk. It seemed she had prepared it knowing I hadn’t been able to eat dinner while waiting for Danel.
But that night, I couldn’t bring myself to touch the tea. It wasn’t because of Danel’s absence. Honestly, I didn’t enjoy tea to begin with; I only indulged in it to align with his hobbies.
I stared at the teacup for a long while. Then, the moment the maid left, I poured the tea into a potted plant. Drinking it would only make Danel’s absence feel more pronounced.
I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come. It wasn’t because the bed felt too wide or the lack of warmth made me lonely. It was simply… as if the insomnia I thought had disappeared after marrying Danel had returned.
After tossing and turning for a while, I abruptly opened the door connecting to my personal room. From the bottom drawer, I retrieved something I had carefully hidden away. It was the first time I’d taken it out since becoming Danel’s wife.
Back when I was engaged to Danel’s older brother, Petios, I occasionally relied on this carved wooden object, shaped like a man’s phallus. It wasn’t that my intimate moments with Petios had been disappointing—on the contrary, we were fairly compatible. The problem was that Petios was so frail that he would be bedridden for a week after just one encounter.
After marrying Danel, I hadn’t felt the need to take it out. Just once a day, we performed the one act we shared as a couple, and that was enough to keep such thoughts at bay.
I returned to the bedroom and removed my underwear. Closing my eyes, I recalled our wedding night.
Truthfully, I hadn’t had high expectations for Danel back then. To be honest, I had entered the bridal chamber with the same mindset as if I were entering a convent.
I had been intimate with Petios for a long time and had been relatively satisfied with him. In contrast, Danel had spent half his life in the monastery. I doubted he even knew what went where.
And yet that night, for the first time in my life, I passed out during s*x.
Every time Danel moved his hips, every time he struck deep within me, I screamed and trembled uncontrollably. My fluids spilled as if I had wet myself, leaving the sheets soaked. And even so, with every stroke of his inside me, more moisture gushed out. After being thrown into climax again and again, I eventually lost consciousness.
When I woke up in the morning, I thought to myself that this marriage might not be so bad after all. Despite being hastily arranged because my fiancé of 15 years had fled a week before the wedding, if a duty-bound act could bring this much pleasure, spending the rest of my life like this didn’t seem like such a bad deal.
In fact, it wasn’t just tolerable—it might have been quite satisfying. Judging by the fact that I couldn’t even sleep for a single night without him, that much was clear.
After finishing with the carved wooden object, sleepiness overwhelmed me. I considered putting it back in its place but worried it might wake me up again, so I wrapped it in cloth and slid it under the bedside table. Thankfully, I was able to fall asleep afterward.
But I didn’t stay asleep for long.
“Hmm… ah…”
In the middle of sleep, I twisted my body. Something soft and warm wrapped itself around the sensitive nub of my c******s, sending a ticklish heat radiating from between my legs. The sensation was unfamiliar.
Even in my half-asleep state, the sudden surge of pleasure made me tense my legs in fear. But my widely spread legs wouldn’t move an inch, held firmly in place by something.
In that instant, I snapped fully awake.
Before I could process the situation, something moist and smooth intruded into my slightly parted entrance. My slick inner walls opened without resistance, offering no friction to stop it.
“Ah…!”
